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I. Embrace

It started innocent enough, a wink, a smile, a stare that lasted too long… That didn’t seem to matter much though. You can’t change the past, so don’t forget the events, and the way they happened. Learn from your mistakes, and make the best of them afterwards.

I was standing around waiting for the Rocky Horror Picture Show to start, im a devoted fan of the movie, when he caught my eye. A short, skinny, pale guy, about 5’6” tall, probably 115lbs, had green eyes, he couldn’t have been older than about 17 or 18, but he seemed to have a weird aura about him.  Just this air that said, im cool, you’d like to know me…   He caught my gaze, and for the briefest moment, time stood still. I could feel him prying into my mind, digging deeper, until I forced myself to look away.

He strode over with significant ease and grace, almost like he was floating, though, im not sure if he was or not…  His clothing flowing about him in a mysterious way, he approached me.  “Hello” he said, “My names Micheal, you?”  I felt obligated to tell him. “Random, Im Random.” I barely was able to speak   His power, and air was insane. I could barely divert my attention from him. I started to ask him something, when he interrupted me and answered the question I hadn’t even asked yet.

We entered Rocky Horror, me by his side, drawn to him, like an invisible tether to my very existence.  I had control of my actions; I just yearned to be by him.  We watched Rocky Horror, through most of the movie; I was all over him, his flesh almost cool to the touch, his mouth warm and his tongue moist. I was having an excellent time, and I think that he was also.

We departed the theater, without much of words; we went to Denny’s for some food. He didn’t order anything, but I didn’t seem to care, I ordered the breakfast platter. We spoke of politics, art, theology, and music.  He was exceptionally brilliant; it seemed that he knew almost more than I did.  I finished my meal, and paid for it, and we left.  He seemed different, almost cool to the touch. I couldn’t put my finger on it really, he just was… I don’t know…

I didn’t have to be home that night; since I had told my mom that I was going to stay out all night, even though she didn’t like that. So I asked Micheal if I could spend the night, his grin on his face said an instant yes.  That kind of freaked me out, but I put it out of my mind. We got into his car, a 1961 GTO, all black, with all leather interior. I love that car, even now. He drove to his house in friendswood, it wasn’t far off the beaten path, but it was old, seemed to be about 100 years or more for the architecture.

He had a well groomed garden with a stone fountain in the middle of it, and a really nice stone walkway up to his house, a winding path that choreographed the perfect movements to see the entire garden.  The door was thick, making a creaking sound as he opened it.  The immediate reaction to the décor was that it was old, exquisite, and must of cost a fortune.

We walked into what seemed to be his living room, a large maroon sofa next to a coffee table, and across from a fireplace.  No TV in sight. The fire was lit, and seemed to need another block of wood on it, so Micheal tossed on onto the fire.  I sat on the couch, and he offered me some coffee, I accepted, and he went to the kitchen.  He came back moments later, saying coffee would be done in a few minutes. In his hand was a glass of red liquid which I thought was wine, but was thicker than any wine I had ever seen.  I asked him what it was, and he said that it was only for people with a certain taste.

I stared deep into his gorgeous green eyes, but they seemed to have switched colors, they were now blue.  My eyes must be tricking me.  I moved closer to him, my head coming within inches of his. I kissed him softly on the lips, then I recognized the liquid. It was blood, from who I don’t know, but it was definitely blood.  I recoiled at this revelation, and was almost across the room.  My apprehension kicked in, and my mind raced.  Who was he, and why was I here.

He was upon me in an instant, my struggle, impossible, he had me, I was his.  I was his tool to be used and controlled.  He kissed my neck, then a blistering pain, like nothing I had ever felt before.  My neck felt as if acid, salt, and iodine had been injected straight into my jugular.  It felt almost as if hell itself was eviscerating my flesh, ripping, tearing, and shredding my entire being.

An eternity passed, I dropped to the floor, my being drained. The world passed by my eyes, to know nothing was almost where I was, death’s door I was knocking upon.  My life fading from this earth and into the oblivion of death, for nothing was there but black.  My own personal hell was at my feet.  As darkness closed into my being, I felt wetness on my lips and a surge of a sensation down my throat.

My body convulsed, my mind felt as if it was on fire, my pain so complete, my being felt as if it were being hammered by thousands of hammers driving spikes into the very depths of hell itself.  No longer of this world, my body died. The pain was worse then when he bit my neck. God could only grant peace from this torture.

The pain receded after a time, how long, I couldn’t say, but it did disperse. Withered and broken my being lay on the floor.  Arms of an angel lifted me up, and took me to where I do not know, for the hunger was insane.  I had to have food. The change that had happened, took from me my last essence of who I was or who I am.  Food, I need food.

I was dropped onto the cold floor of a room, with the door locked behind me.  I stood, hunger gripping my being, must feed was my only thought. In the corner, someone whimpered, female, but I know not who.  I was upon her, my fangs extended, I plunged them into her neck. Her scream was deafening, her cries pitiful, but what could I do, my hunger was maddening.

I stood slowly, over her corpse, my mouth dripping blood.  My hunger receded, I walked to the door.  My mind did a back flip. I collapsed to the floor. I had just killed someone.  My mind shutdown with fear and loathing for my actions.  How could I take a human life, to drink them of their essence, and to use them so?

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I. Embrace

It started innocent enough, a wink, a smile, a stare that lasted too long… That didn’t seem to matter much though. You can’t change the past, so don’t forget the events, and the way they happened. Learn from your mistakes, and make the best of them afterwards.

I was standing around waiting for the Rocky Horror Picture Show to start, im a devoted fan of the movie, when he caught my eye. A short, skinny, pale guy, about 5’6” tall, probably 115lbs, had green eyes, he couldn’t have been older than about 17 or 18, but he seemed to have a weird aura about him.  Just this air that said, im cool, you’d like to know me…   He caught my gaze, and for the briefest moment, time stood still. I could feel him prying into my mind, digging deeper, until I forced myself to look away.

He strode over with significant ease and grace, almost like he was floating, though, im not sure if he was or not…  His clothing flowing about him in a mysterious way, he approached me.  “Hello” he said, “My names Micheal, you?”  I felt obligated to tell him. “Random, Im Random.” I barely was able to speak   His power, and air was insane. I could barely divert my attention from him. I started to ask him something, when he interrupted me and answered the question I hadn’t even asked yet.

We entered Rocky Horror, me by his side, drawn to him, like an invisible tether to my very existence.  I had control of my actions; I just yearned to be by him.  We watched Rocky Horror, through most of the movie; I was all over him, his flesh almost cool to the touch, his mouth warm and his tongue moist. I was having an excellent time, and I think that he was also.

We departed the theater, without much of words; we went to Denny’s for some food. He didn’t order anything, but I didn’t seem to care, I ordered the breakfast platter. We spoke of politics, art, theology, and music.  He was exceptionally brilliant; it seemed that he knew almost more than I did.  I finished my meal, and paid for it, and we left.  He seemed different, almost cool to the touch. I couldn’t put my finger on it really, he just was… I don’t know…

I didn’t have to be home that night; since I had told my mom that I was going to stay out all night, even though she didn’t like that. So I asked Micheal if I could spend the night, his grin on his face said an instant yes.  That kind of freaked me out, but I put it out of my mind. We got into his car, a 1961 GTO, all black, with all leather interior. I love that car, even now. He drove to his house in friendswood, it wasn’t far off the beaten path, but it was old, seemed to be about 100 years or more for the architecture.

He had a well groomed garden with a stone fountain in the middle of it, and a really nice stone walkway up to his house, a winding path that choreographed the perfect movements to see the entire garden.  The door was thick, making a creaking sound as he opened it.  The immediate reaction to the décor was that it was old, exquisite, and must of cost a fortune.

We walked into what seemed to be his living room, a large maroon sofa next to a coffee table, and across from a fireplace.  No TV in sight. The fire was lit, and seemed to need another block of wood on it, so Micheal tossed on onto the fire.  I sat on the couch, and he offered me some coffee, I accepted, and he went to the kitchen.  He came back moments later, saying coffee would be done in a few minutes. In his hand was a glass of red liquid which I thought was wine, but was thicker than any wine I had ever seen.  I asked him what it was, and he said that it was only for people with a certain taste.

I stared deep into his gorgeous green eyes, but they seemed to have switched colors, they were now blue.  My eyes must be tricking me.  I moved closer to him, my head coming within inches of his. I kissed him softly on the lips, then I recognized the liquid. It was blood, from who I don’t know, but it was definitely blood.  I recoiled at this revelation, and was almost across the room.  My apprehension kicked in, and my mind raced.  Who was he, and why was I here.

He was upon me in an instant, my struggle, impossible, he had me, I was his.  I was his tool to be used and controlled.  He kissed my neck, then a blistering pain, like nothing I had ever felt before.  My neck felt as if acid, salt, and iodine had been injected straight into my jugular.  It felt almost as if hell itself was eviscerating my flesh, ripping, tearing, and shredding my entire being.

An eternity passed, I dropped to the floor, my being drained. The world passed by my eyes, to know nothing was almost where I was, death’s door I was knocking upon.  My life fading from this earth and into the oblivion of death, for nothing was there but black.  My own personal hell was at my feet.  As darkness closed into my being, I felt wetness on my lips and a surge of a sensation down my throat.

My body convulsed, my mind felt as if it was on fire, my pain so complete, my being felt as if it were being hammered by thousands of hammers driving spikes into the very depths of hell itself.  No longer of this world, my body died. The pain was worse then when he bit my neck. God could only grant peace from this torture.

The pain receded after a time, how long, I couldn’t say, but it did disperse. Withered and broken my being lay on the floor.  Arms of an angel lifted me up, and took me to where I do not know, for the hunger was insane.  I had to have food. The change that had happened, took from me my last essence of who I was or who I am.  Food, I need food.

I was dropped onto the cold floor of a room, with the door locked behind me.  I stood, hunger gripping my being, must feed was my only thought. In the corner, someone whimpered, female, but I know not who.  I was upon her, my fangs extended, I plunged them into her neck. Her scream was deafening, her cries pitiful, but what could I do, my hunger was maddening.

I stood slowly, over her corpse, my mouth dripping blood.  My hunger receded, I walked to the door.  My mind did a back flip. I collapsed to the floor. I had just killed someone.  My mind shutdown with fear and loathing for my actions.  How could I take a human life, to drink them of their essence, and to use them so?