Chapter 3

I really don’t know how he does it!
He just smiles and next thing I know I’m kissing him!
It’s horrible! It’s disgusting! IT’S SICK AND DISTURBING!
And the worst part is that I find myself doing it more and more often!!

Yet lately…when he’s around…I don’t seem to care.

He’s told me he loves me, though I doubt it’s true at all.
I went to see him the other day, I was angry; he’d told my dad I wanted to have sex with him. I never said that –or at least not when I was conscious!

I know now it’s not only his smile that dazes me, he smells like nothing I’d ever smelt before.

It’s bad because now when he isn’t here…it feels like I’m empty. It feels like I have nothing to do, like I am nothing and like there is nothing around me. I don’t like it when he isn’t here anymore.
He is like a vice and I don’t like it.
He’s always in my mind, I’m addicted.

“Ben,” was all it took him to get my attention.
“Yes?” It was no use. Even if I tried to resist I would fall into temptation.
“Your dad has been calling you for a while,” he pointed at the door.
“Oh!” I ran out the door quickly. I’d been too concentrated watching him again, it was wrong, it was horrible, disgusting, sick and disturbing. Yet my dad had given in, he said he’d seen something in my eyes when I looked at Connor. Some kind of drug maybe, I’m sure Connor has something before kissing me; it’s the only way anyone could possibly get me to do anything of the sort, right? I’d been as straight as a ruler –and not one of those bendy ones, the metal ones, those that you can’t bend without breaking. That’s what I was. A non-bendable-straight-metal-ruler, and Connor had NOT bended me, because it was impossible to bend me.

Dad was talking to me, I could see his mouth moving, yet I wasn’t listening at all. I just nodded my head when he went quiet, when it looked like he was asking me a question. I’d done this before, and I usually got out of it without having to make a big deal, and I was sure today was going to be the same.

My mind was full of questions about Connor all revolving around one past conversation.

“Well, then, what are you?!”
“I’m a vampire.”

What am I supposed to do with that?

A vampire… That’s only mythical stuff, right? The ancient wolves, the cold ones, those were just legends, right?

Chapter Two

I sat on the couch with Mr Dude sitting next to me while Dad rolled his wheelchair back and forth, frowning as he watched the floor. I could feel my blushing, my face hotter than ever as Dad glared at me.

“Connor, please give my son and I a second.” He told Dude.
“Sure, Mr Thomson.”

And having said that, Connor left the room. Dad wheeled his chair towards me, glaring still, and I felt my face getting hotter and hotter.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were gay?!” He exclaimed in a whisper
“I’m not! That’s why! I don’t even know who the dude is! H-He just popped out of no where, I swear!”

But my attempts to make him understand weren’t having the right effects. I could see his face going red with anger, and I’m sure my colours began, once more, fading away.

“I-I would have understood if you had told me before I walked in when you were doing it!”
“I WAS TRYING TO STOP HIM!”
“Don’t you shout at me, young man, that I still have more power over you than you can imagine.” He frowned. “What’s his full name?” He glared at me through narrowed eyes.
“I-I don’t know his name.”
“SO YOU WERE HAVING SEX WITH SOMEONE YOU DON’T KNOW?!”
“No! I was trying to get him off me!!”

Then, Connor knocked on the door. Dad bopped his head towards me and I got up to let Connor in. He grinned at me as soon as I opened, and put his arms around my waist, leaning down to my lips. His eyes had already caught me, I couldn’t move, I couldn’t stop him.

“I hope you blamed it all on me, love?” He said in a deep voice that made my head spin, as he smiled that crooked smile of his.
“Sure, sure” I said lulled with his voice, and only realising too late as dad slammed the back door. I quickly pulled myself away from Connor, not knowing why on earth I had said that. But he held me tight, making it impossible for me to get too far. “Wh-Why did you do that?”

“Why did I do what?” He looked at me with what looked like genuine curiosity.
“Why did you make me say that?! Now Dad will hate us both—H-he’ll hate me!”
“Why would he? I’m sure he understands that you can’t be exactly what he wished you were.” He said and sank his face on my neck.
“It’s not about that! And I’m not gay! You’re the one forcing me to—forcing me to love you!” I heard him chuckle under his breath and he pulled away, looking at me straight into the eyes.
“Does that mean you love me?”
“No! I said you’re forcing me to!”
“Forcing you to,” he said thoughtfully. “Does that mean sooner or later you will love me?” He grinned his crooked damn smile again, making me say things I didn’t mean.
“of course…who wouldn’t…love you?”
“Good boy.” He patted my head.

“Yo-you’re making me say things!!” I exclaimed grabbing my hair as I paced back and forth in my room as Connor looked around my room for Alpha Male knows what.
“How could I possibly be making you say things?”
“I don’t know. But you’re obviously doing something! You’re a freak of nature!”
He mumbled something that sounded like “Yes, like you can talk.” But I ignored him; I was too annoyed to care.
“You’re impossibly fast…and strong, a-and your skin is cold as ice—a-and—”
“So you think I’m some kind of weird being?” He laughed at me, and I just frowned at him.
“What, so you’re gonna tell me you’re just a normal human?” I narrowed my eyes.
“No.” He said simply.
“Well, then, what are you?!”
“I’m a vampire.” He grinned.
“Yeah, sure.” I rolled my eyes. I was expecting something more like “I am a hyper person.” But no, instead he went for the ridicule fantasy answer. “No! Be serious for once, Connor!”
“Hey, you called my name.” He smiled his damn crooked smile, dazzling me.

Next thing I knew, my bare back was against the mattress and I was under maximum pleasure again.

Chapter One

I gave up and opened my eyes.

It had been at least an hour since I had woken up, and it wasn’t even dawn yet.
I would have usually rolled over and over on my bed, but I was too scared that Dude –as I decided to call him- would notice I’ve been awake.

“I know you’re awake”

Shit.

“I-I’m not, you’re dreaming.” I said, sounding more desperate than I was expecting to.

“If I were dreaming, we would have gotten a lot further by now” He winked at me, and quicker than I could have thought, he was on me, his ice cold hands holding my both my wrists by my head.

His cold skin made me shiver once again, and I saw that grin of his widen.

“You’re blushing again,” He said in a low voice and rubbed his nose against my neck.

“Ge-Get off me!”

“I thought we had a deal?” He said ironically as he pulled back to stare at me with that crooked smile of his. “Heh, you’re blushing again.”

“I’m NOT!” I frowned as I attempted to free my right wrist. “Why do you harass me?! What is wrong with you?!”

“Why don’t we introduce ourselves first?”

“Introduce ourselves?! YOU ARE TOUCHING ME IN WAYS I DON’T LIKE!!” I exclaimed flushed as he let go of my left wrist to touch me…there.

So with my free hand I covered his mouth and pushed him back. He only just chuckled and sat up.

“Connor O’Keefe, it’s nice to meet you,” He put his hand out for me to shake.

“GET OUT!”

“You’re quiet the rude one, aren’t you?”

“GET OUT!!” I shouted again, as I got up to put my shirt on. “GAH!!”

“Oh, you forgot all about last night already?” He grinned at me, holding up my boxers as I tried –with no luck- to cover myself up with the bed sheets.

“WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU!?!” I yelled at him, too embarrassed to open my eyes.

“Why do you even bother to cover it up? I’ve already seen it from all angles,” He said as he shortened the distance between us. And at that exact moment, when he pushed me down, my eyes unable to leave his, my dad walked in.

Preface

By Benjamin Thomson

It must have been around 3:30 am by the time I got home that night. I knew dad wouldn’t be home, and I hadn’t slept in ages!

I dragged my feet and crawled onto my bed, only bothering to take off my jeans before getting in it. The green around me helped me to fall asleep just shortly after getting in bed. They always say green relaxes people, right?

I woke up from a massive fall. I opened my eyes widely from the floor, wondering why I’d leaped so high and far from where I’d been sleeping. It was already morning, and as I had forgotten to close the curtains –like I usually do-, the light blinded me for a few seconds. You’d obviously expect the sparkles to go away after a minute or two; but they wouldn’t, so I reached out for my sunglasses –that were on the side table- and put them on.

“HOLLY SHIT!” I exclaimed as I leaped back again. IT WASN’T THE SUNLIGHT! IT WAS—IT WAS A DUDE! He was shining! Glowing, sparking! LITERALLY!

All of the sudden, he wasn’t there.
I stood up quickly, to look around, and there he was, grinning at me. I took a step back, wondering what on earth the dude was doing in my room, and who the hell he was. And I felt the mattress against my bare back— MY BARE BACK!?

“HOLLY—!”

But it was too late. The dude was on me, covering my mouth. His hand was as cold as ice. I tried to push him off, but he didn’t even move –and I ended up hurting my fist-. I saw my shirt now on the floor a few meters away from the bed, and I am sure my colours started to fade in terror until I was almost as pale as this dude. I saw him whispering stuff –way too fast for me to understand—, and then quickly press his lips against my neck.