The boy's hand stroked my chest; he was so much in love with me that he didn't fear me. Such was the nature of my lure, but this time I had fallen for the victim's lure as well. Not anything as simple as physical lust, no this was far deeper, a yearning of my entire being to posses this boy as much as being possessed by him. Some might call it love, but love is such an empty word. The word love is used so often and practised too little. "Who are you?" As I predicted this was his first question. "A mysterious stranger who came flying through your open window to fulfil your deepest desires." I smiled at my answer; the boy hugged me more and gave a short laugh. "I meant what is your name?" I could have given him a multitude of answers but he would have gone on asking until he had it. "My name is Alexander Rabenstein." Rabenstein is not my real last name but it sounded appropriate. Before the boy could ask another question I asked him: "and in my hurry to have such passionate and pleasant times with you I did not quite catch your name?" The boy who was, as I mentioned, slightly taller then me kissed my neck which send shiver down my spine. "I am Johan Waldburg." "Johan" I whispered trying out the name as if tasting it. He kissed the side of my neck and I moaned softly to confirm this was indeed pleasant. "What are you that you can fly through my open window and kiss my neck so deeply that I become drowsy with ecstasy?" He already knew why I was here, such was obvious and he skipped to the question that was most difficult to answer. I began explaining, poetically at first: the prowler of the night, the one who answers forbidden desires, the fear, and the obsession. Then I explained it in the basic terms: the drinker of blood, the soulless one, Nosferatu. I added what I felt for him, how he had captured me, how I feared his rejection, the power he had over me. "So, with but a word I could make you vanish?" I nodded. "You would die? Cease to exist?" I let out as sigh, "I would not suffer to live on." Johan had backed away releasing me from the embrace. I kept looking out the window. "If you want I can leave you now and come back tomorrow night, should you not wish to see me keep your door shut and I will never seek you out again." "Then you would die?" I nodded. "Don't die, don't leave. I want you." I expected the sentence to go on, but it was a statement: I want you. I turned frowning, not sure what to say or do. Johan embraced me again, kissed me, and assured me that it did not matter what I was, he loved me. We had passed another critical point.
I took Johan to my house. Though his rooms where fine my house was simply opulent and much larger and had more possibilities when it came to expressing the physical side of our passion. The attic I specially furnished for such desires. Up there I kept instruments of dark pleasures, such as manacles and chains. At first Johan was afraid but soon he found the pleasure of this passion game. We took turns of being master and slave. I did not go as far as to bring out the whips and other devices that at first sight might be mistaken for torture devices, but when applied correctly could induce great amounts of pleasure even if they where painful. With Johan I found pleasures in being a slave that I had not discovered before. Perhaps it was because I could totally surrender myself to him as he did with me as he pleased. This attic had seen other uses though, some pleasurable, others abhorrent. Sexual torture took place here. By my own hand and by others. But I had stopped fulfilling those dark passions, and cursed those who desired them to hell. I had found others more suitable for my taste. The slave and master game in it self and when combined with pleasure toys still agree with my taste. But the cruel torture, rape and murder, no, no more shall I fulfil those pleasures, they are at the expense of others. No longer do I harm innocents for the pleasure of others. Damn those who would desire such to hell! But Johan did not need to know these things. The manacles and chains we used to bind one another where new not used in the acts of cruelty. Odd that one as powerful as I was subjected to this game by one only mortal. Yet I did not feel shame in the sweat and sometimes even blood filled nights, I felt satisfaction, I felt whole. Sweat, blood and semen mingled into an arousing aroma, the very antithesis of the holy incense used in mass. But our nights where not consumed by our physical pleasure, though we did express it a lot, we had ample time to find pleasure in other things and to love each other in the simplest ways. Sometimes I became lost in those brown eyes of his; they seemed so endlessly deep yet where filled with emotions, inspiration and intelligence that they threatened to poor over the brim of them. Every time I looked at him, I heard his voice, or merely sensed his presence my whole being was aroused. Slave and master, we where both. Man and beast, we where both. Sinner and saint, we where both. Our discussions we had in my study helped his studies, there was no doubt he would graduate. It also allowed us to explore ourselves deeper and deeper. As time went on it seemed as if we where two trees growing from the same roots, embracing each other with our branches to become one again. We where hopelessly addicted to each other.
Nighttime clouds passed along the sky like ephemeral ships passing over dark waters. The air was cold and a breeze carried up the scent of the last remnants of snow of this year. Did Johan really love me? Or was it simply the spell of my beauty both physical and spiritual? I asked him how he felt about me. Indeed he loved me. Love, as I said, such an empty word. Let me tell you what I think real love is. It is an addiction, it is a yearning with mind and body, with your very being to intertwine your existence with that of your lover. To become as one and yet to remain two different entities, the trees I described. It is as passion so hot you could melt solid rock with it. It is a desire, a hunger so great that heaven could not still it. Now I realise how futile it is to try to