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"I've encountered many vampires but none exudes your potent aroma. I can sense it when you enter. It is like catnip for vamipres. You'd think all these years of playing the role of protector, I'd be able to acknowledge a problem when it was coming. You are a problem."
I put my head down as she stated it. I felt like the inevitable was coming. She'd ask me to leave. But where would I go? The only one who'd take me was Carter. How would he understand that I could only be out in the darkness? How could he comprehend that I had to kill people in order to survive. What if I attacked him?
"I have no where to go," I stated to her.
"Yes I assumed that," she replied, "However, I must protect my bloodline and you are not it."
"I am not going to completely abandon you."
"Thank you."
"Not so fast," she sternly added, leaning forward, "You will grow stronger, learn how to live as a vampire and then you must depart. You can't stay in this brood. I don't wish to sound too fierce, but you will leave when I say. You must understand this to the highest degree, because if you any other member of my bloodline grief I will have to kill you myself. And that will strongly upset Arie."
As she stated Arie's name our eyes connected. There were some things that humans carried that you never forgot. A vampire's words were sometimes stale and lacked emotions but other times they could fix there words with emotions just like humans. Decadence managed to do so just now. Arie's name had emotion when she used it and it was one that both of us could understand.
The tension as thick...
"I'll leave as soon as you say so," I stated, trying to bring the concept less off of Arie and more onto the real subject of things.
"You like him?" she asked me.
"Platonically speaking I admire him."
"Not platonically speaking. Don't forget you are still just a toddler...no, you are still just an embryo to me. Don't play mind games with me. I wouldn't bother you with platonic speech. I am talking about infatuation. Do you understand what I mean?"
She couldn't read my thoughts. I was sure of it. Or maybe she could. Hell who knew exactly what these PEOPLE could do. I began to think about other things just in case. I thought about clouds. I thought about birds...
"Very sexual attraction. You wish to make love to him. You probably hope that one day he may love you. Hell the idea of a vampire's open sexuality probably turns you on. Do you want me to put it any simpler. You want to fuck him."
She raised an eyebrow.
I looked back at her. She was challenging me in all ways to deny the claim once more. She couldn't read my mind in the literal sense, but she seemed to have had so much experience with the matter of love that she felt she could.
But was she right. I didn't know what my connection exactly was to Arie. All I knew was that I was connected to him. Maybe she was right, maybe she was wrong. However right now she seemed less than willing to admit being wrong.
I obliged her, "Yes I would like all those things with Arie."
She nodded, not really moved at all by my expression. Decadence out of all the vampires I'd ever meet was the most...seemingly emotionless at times. It was as though at times she was void of a soul completely. Perhaps it had gotten robbed of her.
"You may seek your passion. While you are hear."
My face wrinkled up.
"You heard me. You may seek what you want from him. Don't get me wrong, I am very protective of him and I love him very much. However I know that true love cannot be forced. Something about you intrigues him and if I block that, it will intrigue him even more. Men are similar to dogs at times. He has to sniff you out, see that you are nothing and return to the nest."
"You're right," I stated.
She wasn't. She was crazy. I wasn't going to pursue anything with him. And the nerve of her to say that I was nothing. I wasn't going to give her the pleasure of proving herself right.
I wasn't going to let her know that however.
"You'd better keep your ears up and you'd better learn. Your time may be limited. You may be alone tomorrow for all we know. Roxanne seems to catch to you too. I suggest you find guidance from her. Go to sleep now. The sun is quickly approaching."
Decadence's words had hit me harder then I'd like to admit. She didn't see like the type of person to intentionally try to hurt someone's feelings. That wasn't exactly what she seemed like she was about. She seemed more like a cold calculator. She seemed to be skilled at saying things only to get to some pre-assessed means.
It did hurt though. It hurt like all hell. Just the idea that I was finally finding some type of family for once. To see them all gathered around fighting for something that I may have caused by my mere existence. It was strong.
However when the light comes you almost forget all of that stuff. I don't sleep the same as a vampire. As a vampire you don't dream. You just black out and it seems like only a short while before you are up again.
It seems like nothing when you open your eyes to your new day's horror.
"I should kill him. I should kill him now. It would be so easy."
The stake was at my heart. I could move, but what if he drove it into my heart. Sweat rolled down the side of my cheek. I was afraid. I couldn't lie. I was petrified really.
"David put it down."
The voice was Giovanni's. He stood slightly behind David. David had the stake to my heart as I woke up out of my trance in Arie's old room. The way he stated how easy it would be was haunting, because he was right. I hadn't even been able to tell he had entered the room. Who knew how long he had been over me, plotting and wondering.
"Please, listen to him," I stated.
"He's up," David replied, "Our dark gift. Does it hurt you Giovanni? If I stabbed him now would you cry to me?"
"I could care less what you do to him," Giovanni replied, smiling and then laughing a bit, "I mean he is a cutie but hell kill him or do whatever you'd like."
"I think you do. I'll call your bluff."
David drove at the stake a little harder. He wasn't joking. He was serious. The pressure was slightly already pressuring me. He needed to just put a little more weight on it to drive it through my chest cavity.
Giovanni seemed so heartless at the moment. How could he be so calm with David about to kill me? How could he just not care at all?
"All I'm saying is I don't want to hear Deca's mouth when Arie is whining about how his new boytoy was hacked by mean old David for an eternity."
"Eternity has been shortened, incalculably so by our new friend here," Giovanni stated, "They are coming. We killed a member of Emporio's furious five. It's only a matter of time before we are gone. Just like the Sacrilege."
Giovanni seemed frustrated when David brought it up, "Don't fucking speak of the Sacrilege. What the hell do you know? Following all these damn rules. Wait until she comes. She'll l teach us all the way."
Who was she?
The way David's eyes gleamed up however it was clear that Giovanni was pushing at some sort of boundary. Giovanni seemed like the type however. He seemed like he was used to crossing people...pushing people's boundaries.
"Don't say things like that out loud."
"Or what? The furious ones will hunt me? Oh...no, remember they already are..."
David let go of the stake and let it fall on me. He looked at me coldly, silently, "Watch yourself young one. If it wasn't for my respect of Decadence you'd be gone by now. It seems everyone has fallen victim to your aroma. Not me..."
The warning was cold and immediate. He knew that I was afraid of him and he seemed to like it. I watched as he took out the brush in his hair and fixed himself as though regaining his own composure before walking out of the room...not giving Giovanni another look.
I got out of bed wheezing.
I didn't know how much longer I could take this. I didn't know how much longer it seemed like I was struggling for my own life. What was my crime? What had I done?
"Oh calm down, you're being dramatic just like him..."
"Dramatic? Dramatic! You're boyfriend was about to kill me!"
I got up out of the bed and walked. I didn't know where I was going. I just had to get away. I had to get some fresh air or something. I found myself climbing down the ladder quickly. I had to get out of here.
Truth was I wasn't so sure about how to get out of the warehouse. It was always so dark, so gloomy. The ceiling was so high that I couldn't see the top. The hallways seemed endless and pointless space was everywhere. Why did so few vampires need so much space?
I found myself walking to the front door when I felt his hand.
I hadn't even known he had followed me. Giovanni was so stealthy and so very quiet when he moved. He held onto my hand and when I pulled it away from him, he got aggressive, using both hands to pin me onto the nearby wall.
"I was here for you, wasn't I?" he stated in a low voice that reminded me more of a hissing.
His presence swallowed me completely. His eyes consumed mine as his nose drifted all over my body. I felt so on edge as his nose smelled my neck, taking long and hard hauls as though to get my smell completely into him. Then he licked me. His tongue was so...so...wet.
I felt my dick get a hard on almost immediately as his tongue worked it's way to my adam's apple slowly. His hands still pinned me down.
"Stop it, please," I stated.
I didn't know if I meant it. It felt so good that my eyes had rolled into the back of my head. He pressed his body up against mine. He was hard as well. In this dark hallway it seemed as though we were about to have sex, just then and there. And he seemed all for it.
"You smell so good. I would never let him hurt you."
"Bullshit," I stated, pulling away, managing to finally let my anger get the best of me, "You could care less. I heard how nonchalant you were. You didn't even physically remove him!"
He laughed amused by my anger. I started to walk away again. I couldn't take the fact that he didn't find this serious. Everything seemed like one endless joke to him.
He came out of no where, like before. I expected it this time, but it was pointless to resist. Both his hands grabbed around mine. They pinned me together.
"David is all talk," Giovanni stated, "He listens to Decadence more than any of the rest of us. He wouldn't go against her. She would be upset if he was to kill you. He is just bluffing. If I thought you were in any real danger. I would save you."
"I don't believe you," I challenged him, "I can't trust a word you say. I know a liar when I see one."
He smiled at this.
"Ok, I may lie. You are right about that," he replied boldly, "But I'm probably your only friend right now. Decadence told us that she was banishing you after you became strong enough to kill on your own...isn't that so sad...to be alone?"
I stopped struggling.
I hated the idea truthfully. He was right. I looked to him. I looked into his eyes assessing him as best as I could. He was such a strange guy. He was a trickster and I knew it but I wondered even further why he had taken such an interest in me.
"How are you my friend?"
"I can teach you."
"Decadence told me I should look to Roxanne to teach me."
"I can teach you much more then Roxanne can. You see Roxanne even in her idea of forever remaining young and active is limited. They live within their own boundaries. I remove those boundaries for you."
"And information. Would you tell me that? If I asked you who someone was and it was someone that everyone was afraid to speak of...what would you do?"
A mischievous smile rose on his face.
It was like at times the devil himself was spread across Giovanni. His youthful face had a thin yet curvy lips parted across it. He stretched both hands over his hairless head and stretched happily.
"Are you sure you'd be ready to hear it?"
"I don't know."
"Well be careful what you ask, because we can go deep," he stated taking a step closer, "In multiple ways."
"One step at a time," I stated taking a step back, "The last thing I want is your jealous boyfriend sneaking up on me."
"You want me to get rid of him for you. He's beautiful don't get me wrong. He's more beautiful then you are physically. But there is something about your smell...who made you?"
"I don't remember."
"I am telling the truth. I don't remember."
I couldn't tell him yet. It was hard to trust someone who seemed so sneaky and conniving as Giovanni. It was hard to let it all out. I wondered if I was making a mistake letting him get so close, but he seemed so eager to approach all the time. It felt like he had been watching me at times that I didn't even know anyone was there.
"Bullshit," he stated, whispering and smiling eagerly, "But it's understandable bullshit. You can tell a lot by a person by who gave them the Dark Gift. Are you ready to begin your training?"
"Fine. However in order to begin you must first understand two things. Now that you have agreed to let me teach you, you will agree to learn until I have nothing left to teach you. Thanks to the two of us, we may not have much time for you to learn the basics until the Dark Church come looking for us."
That was how it had begun. Just like that weeks started to go by. They were relatively quiet weeks. I saw more and more of Giovanni and less and less of everyone else. Giovanni always spoke in silent words as though always talking about things that he knew he shouldn't but they weren't really nothing major.
The first thing he taught me was how to kill. Well it seemed like everything was secret. He kept whispering about letting me kill soon as though I had some hidden desire to know what it was like. And then he'd say strange things like I had to make love to the neck. He'd say it was an experience that would last me forever.
He showed me the areas of the neck.
And as weeks went by, I realized the more he spoke of it, the more I wanted to experience it. I was beginning to forget the cab driver. I was beginning to long for the feeling one more time. He pointed at the veins on his own neck, showing me them clearly.
"And here and here," he would state, taking my finger and physically putting them on the veins on his neck and then my own, "Remember...here and here. The others will teach you what kills them faster, but I will teach you how to get the most blood. Shh, don't let anyone know, but the struggle is what matters the most."
He'd say things like that and then begin to snicker to himself as though it was the sneakiest secret in the world. He was such a strange man and yet I had to admit, I found him so amazingly sexy at times.
An hour before morning he would sneak off to David's room. He wouldn't say goodnight. His eyes would watch me as he left. And David would always seem so unhappy until Giovanni came in.
And that was when I heard it.
It was a symphony that David created every single day. His moans of ecstacy seemed to create such luscious music. You never really heard Giovanni, only David. You could only hear him enjoying Giovanni in unimaginable ways.
I found myself outside their bedroom many nights, listening, wanting so badly to join in. It was a primal instinct. I didn't quite know how to explain it.