| February 15th, 2002 It’s still hard for me to believe that last night had finally happened. I had wanted it for so long, but he had never asked for it, never approached me, and it was, after all, his decision. I awoke rather late; almost an hour after sundown and immediately knew Alex was waiting for me. I could always sense when he wanted me near. Soon after he had made me into what I now am, I had realized that he had stolen more than my life. He had stolen my heart. I knew what he had wanted from me when he made me. He wanted a companion, someone to share the nights with, to escape his eternal loneliness. But to me, it quickly became so much more. I couldn’t stop myself; even though I realized it would probably never end the way I wanted it to. I fell in love with him. The days and weeks after he had made me a vampire were filled with tender teaching and patience on his part. When I awoke in his arms and discovered that I was no longer among the living I had panicked. But Alex had been there to comfort and explain with soothing words and gentle caresses. He had taught me to kill, taught me to live life seductively and taught me to leave everything I had ever known behind. And I did it all willingly. The first few months of our relationship held nothing but fascination. I’ll never forget my first kill. The way Alex had watched me with approving eyes, whispering his instructions in a low, seductive voice. As the blood from the first of my many faceless victims had filled my veins, wrapped my heart in a warm heat, I knew that this lifestyle had made me complete. As for my relationship with Alex, we grew closer slowly. Occasionally, I could see a sort of caring for me in his eyes. But I knew what he truly felt was power. Power over me, ownership of me. He loved the knowledge that I was his and no one else’s. And I didn’t care. I wanted his domination, wanted to be at his mercy, wanted to please him in any and all ways. I had panicked slightly when I realized that my admiration and complete trust in him had turned into love. I knew that he wasn’t in love with me, and the last thing I wanted was to disappoint him by feeling such a pitiful human emotion as love. But I wasn’t able to stop it. Each time I looked at him I fell harder and deeper. And so I hid it as best I could. As far as I knew he had never seen anything more than respect and trust in my eyes. But I knew that he wanted me physically. It was evident in the heated kisses he gave me, the touches that lit my body on fire. And occasionally, whenever he wanted it, I could sense his lust in the taste of his blood on my lips or the feel of him sucking my neck, my chest, feeding off of the one who was already his. But we had never gone any further, until last night when he had managed to possess yet another part of me. Leaving my own room behind, I padded soundlessly into his, my body tingling in anticipation. At first I saw nothing, my still young eyes had to adjust to the small amount of light. I nearly gasped when I finally saw him lying there on the bed, naked and aroused. He was so gorgeous, so absolutely perfect…I wanted nothing more than to feel his body against me, inside me, all around me. I stared at him, wishing he’d take off his sunglasses so that I could see the dark brown eyes I loved so much. “Remove them,” he demanded, his forceful voice sending chills up my spine. Quickly, I did as he asked, sliding my hands over my naked chest to unzip and remove my leather pants. I was already hard, my body, heart and mind were anxiously awaiting what was to come. “Closer,” he said in a deep tone. I did as he asked and readily obeyed when he told me to climb on top of him. I stifled a moan at the feel of his naked body beneath me, not wanting him to know just how much I wanted him, needed him. He ran a hand through my long black hair, gathering a few strands in his fist and yanking me down so that our faces were inches apart. I nearly gasped when I felt his hot throbbing cock against my own, but schooled my features to show nothing. After all, I knew I couldn’t reveal what was in my heart. He didn’t want the same thing; of that I was sure, and I wouldn’t jeopardize what we already had by telling him. But his next words made that even harder. “Tonight…Kevin…you will be completely and totally mine.” I had to be closer to him…now. I leaned down slowly until our chests were pressed together, our hearts sharing the same beat. I couldn’t help the look of lust in my eyes as I gazed down at Alex. And then he kissed me. I don’t think I’d ever get tired of his kisses, the way he tastes. Unable to stop myself I began rocking my hips against his, causing our erections to rub together. He bit down on my lower lip, pulling my head back as the blood began dripping down my chin. Eagerly, he licked it off of me, kissed me again, my blood mingling between our mouths as we continued to kiss. He broke the kiss moments later, both of us panting from the intense pleasure rushing through our bodies. Once more he tangled his fingers in my hair and pulled roughly on it. “Sit up,” he said forcefully. That dominating voice combined with him pulling my hair was making me dizzy. I loved the feeling of knowing I’d do anything he asked. I loved being utterly at his mercy, under his control. But I was still happy to hear a moan that matched my own escape his lips as we separated briefly. And then he was there again, pulling me close, wrapping his legs around my waist and staring into my eyes. My heart couldn’t help but beat a bit faster at the site of his eyes no longer hidden from me by sunglasses. My eyes widened as I watched him produce a small blade and cut into his chest. My mouth fell open in desire, in hunger. “Drink,” he whispered, once again pulling me close to him. Human blood was sweet; Alex’s blood was sweeter. I sucked hungrily at his skin, letting my mouth close over his sensitive nipple as I continued to draw more and more of his delicious blood into my mouth. His hands were in my hair, pulling and petting it with equal fervor. I could feel his cock hardening as well as my own as I moaned against his chest. He pulled me back moments later, my mouth still dripping blood. As I ran my tongue across my lips, collecting the blood that lay there, he moved his mouth to my ear, licking softly before biting down. When his lips found my neck, I instinctively clutched tighter to him and sucked in a breath of air. He pulled back slightly and looked into my eyes, his brown ones filled with hunger. “Please Alex…drink from me,” I begged. I’d do anything to make him happy, to please him, and I could tell by the desire blazing in his eyes that what he wanted right now was more than anything human lust could satisfy. I moaned when his hand gripped onto our cocks, stroking them with his hand, bringing us closer. His sharp fangs sunk deeply into my neck and he began sucking hard, drawing draught after draught of my blood away. The feel of his hand stroking the two of us together, as well as his mouth sucking feverishly at my neck was almost too much. Just before I thought I couldn’t take anymore, he pulled away and took my face in his hands. Our eyes locked on each other, and I couldn’t stop my next words. “I need you Alex,” I whispered. I could hear the love, desperate and begging, lacing my voice and for a brief moment, it looked as if it registered in his eyes. I hated myself for being so needy, but I was so deeply in love with him, and right now all I wanted was for him to fulfill my ultimate desire. He seemed to realize this as he lay me back down on the bed and lowered his face to my own. My legs were still wound around his back and when I felt him push inside me, I almost moaned aloud my feelings for him. I pushed my feet into his lower back, drawing him deeper inside of me, my fingernails scraping the skin there as well. “I want you Kevin…for my own,” he said, his raspy voice making me shudder. “Then take me now Alex…I’m yours,” I breathed as I ran my hand up his back to his head, pulling him down to the exposed flesh of my neck. I meant exactly what I said to him. I was his. That’s what I wanted now, and what I wanted for all eternity. I wanted him to love me back, yes, but even if he never did…as long as I could be with him, belong to him…I needed at least that much. As he began thrusting into me, filling me with his hard cock, his mouth drew steadily on the flow of blood running from the wound in my neck. I’ve never felt so much pleasure in my life…human or immortal. I moaned loudly, pulling him deeper with my legs, still wrapped around his waist; holding him closer with my hands at the back of his neck. It seemed to go on forever, and I never wanted it to end. But it was all too much. His burning flesh pressed so tightly against my own, our bodies joined physically as well as through our blood…I couldn’t last. I dug my nails into his back, breaking the skin and running them roughly down his flesh as I finally came, moaning loudly. He drew back from my neck and gripped tightly to my hips, thrusting himself inside of me once more. The way he looked before me only increased my own pleasure. I have never seen someone so utterly beautiful as him. Especially now, blood clinging to his lips, his chin…his body covered in sweat, his eyes squeezed shut in ecstasy…deep, sexy moans escaping those crimson lips. When he finally came down off his high, he pulled out of me and collapsed at my side. The loss of his body inside me was almost too much to bear, but I said nothing. I let my face relax into a mask of utter contentment, fulfillment. He smiled at me, and I asked what I so desperately needed to know. “Are you pleased Alex?” The connection we had just shared was so powerful, so amazing…I knew I’d never be able to live without it. I wanted it again and again. His gentle touch on my cheek sent delightful little shivers all through my body. “Yes my lover…more than pleased.” I know he’s not in love with me. I have no idea if he ever will be. But I’m his and I will be for as long as he wants me to. Months ago, I had known that entering that club would change my life…I’m so glad that I did. Kevin |