Amour de Vampire

Created Monday, October 25, 2004

The apartment stank of feces, urine, and beer. It obviously wasn’t your top notch room for $50 a night, but it suited Aris just fine. He closed the door behind him softly, the usual clicking of the lock absent because of the age of the door.

He slumped onto his creaky mattress, his arms hanging between his legs in exhaustion. His bloodshot eyes stared at an invisible item several feet in front of him. Aris wasn’t drunk – only hung-over.

“Ehhh...” he groaned as he swung his feet onto the bed, laying his head back on his pillow. He wouldn’t be surprised if his head split open right now from the major headache he now possessed. He stared at the ceiling, not really seeing it but it gave his eyes something to do.

It was 1:17 a.m. in his complex. It had taken Aris 12 minutes to walk, or more so stagger, from the pub to his room. The extra two minutes were spent on yelling at the bartender who had run out after him, demanding his pay. A good swing to the head had shut his mouth.

He finally closed his eyes, feeling the sand beneath his lids. But his headache wouldn’t let him fall asleep.

“Damn it,” he cursed. But he wasn’t angry enough to actually get up and do something, like take a shower. He decided to try and find some sort of soothing methodical sound that he could listen to. Sometimes that worked.

His ears perked up as a distant clunking could be heard from outside. Each sound erupted from a distance of three seconds.

-Thump, one, two, three, thump, one, two, three, thump-

It was perfect. He smiled as the sequential sound echoed inside his brain. It seemed like a part of his dream that he had had continually for the past few nights. Any other sounds were pushed away as the –thump, one, two, three, thump, one, two, three- overtook him.

He was so immersed into the sound that he didn’t even notice when it stopped. There was a shuffle, a small patter, and then the sound of his window opening. It wasn’t old enough to creak, but the sides were well attached to the wall so it had to stagger to the top. Aris was asleep. For the first time in a long time, he looked peaceful. His brown, tangled hair hadn’t been washed in days, but it still somehow appeared angelic. His face looked hollow and sickly – anyone could distinguish him as a drunk.

The window slammed shut, causing Aris to awaken from his brief and peaceful sleep. His reddened eyes swiveled around the room until they rested on what had come through the window.

The sight of him almost felt enough to disable his mind and leave him a blithering idiot. Later, he would recall the moment and compare it to being shot through the heart, only without the pain and blood. His eyesight blurred as tears ran down his cheeks. This...being before him...was absolutely perfect. He was at least six feet tall and covered in something evil. It wasn’t clothing...no...it couldn’t be. The blackness that covered him looked alive yet restricted. He knew that the black eyes that stared at him controlled, at the very least, everything in his room. Aris couldn’t believe that the black, shiny, substance on his head was hair. It was more like the black of night turned into liquid. This he also controlled, some of it pulled back with a clip and the rest hanging into his countenance. His face was so young, yet full of age and wisdom. The visage his hair was covering was as pale as an albino with enough strength to withstand the sun. Aris could almost see the bones beneath the stretched skin.

Aris’ throat convulsed as he tried to spit out a coherent sentence. All he managed was a line of drool.

“Now, now, my dear Aris. There is no need of that. You are too flattering.” The voice that floated from what Aris noticed to be a delectable mouth was fully Transylvanian, an accent he had always had a fondness of. As the being walked closer to him, Aris could feel a burning sensation in his loins. The creature lifted a hand to wipe away the drool in a single soft swipe. Aris shuddered as warmth washed over him. He was so afraid yet entranced by this thing that had captured him.

“Now, Aris, you may speak,” it ordered him softly, using the long nailed hand to gesture to him.

Aris could feel his jaw loosen, his throat relax, and his nerves calm down. He felt much more like his own again. He finally felt able to speak.

“Who are you?” Aris’ voice sounded so ugly compared to the song the being sang as it spoke.

“I am your savior, Aris.” He could feel his heart melt at the mention of his name again. He pronounced it “Edis” and he could hear the love in the way he said it. “I’ve been vatching you for some time now, and I decided to come to you on this night of pain.” Aris could feel tears sliding down his cheeks, not of his own accord.

“Pain...” he whispered.

“Yes,” his savior mused as he walked forward, now only inches in front of Aris. He could feel the burning sensation grow, causing him to shiver. “There vill be no more pain,” he said soothingly to Aris. His voice held so much comfort and hope. “No more pain, my dear Aris. You deserve to be free from dis.”

“I...deserve...” Aris repeated as he looked into his eyes. His savior placed two fingers over Aris’ lips, keeping him from speaking again. They were both silent that way for the longest moment. The moment was broken as the fingers dropped and his lips took their place. It was a soft kiss at first, but then Aris could feel something rough and sharp inside his savior’s mouth. He would’ve pulled away had he the will, but the other creature once again was dominant.

His mouth tingled as the being pulled away. He could still feel his savior’s lips, tongue, and teeth. He would’ve reached out for him if his arms weren’t plastered to his sides.

“Aris.”

He shivered, a mess of sweat, fear, and lust. And it felt like it would break him apart. His mind begged him to speak his name again.

The savior laughed. It was so melodious, so full and warm. Aris was completely overcome with longing. He could feel him probing his mind. His legs were maneuvering by themselves, his arms falling backward as Aris lay back down on his bed, his eyes forced to watch the ceiling. His savior’s face floated before him.

“Aris...” he spoke again. Hands ran through his hair, making him shiver once again. He lowered his head and kissed Aris softly again. Aris could feel his own blood boiling inside, causing him the most pleasurable agony.

Only when he pulled away did Aris realize in the slightest what kind of agony was ahead.

His savior closed his eyes and smiled. The clip that held back his hair was removed, causing his liquid night tresses to spill over his shoulders. Aris would feel his loins pumping with blood and swelling as his master swung his hair back in a flowing motion. He was absolutely entranced. Fangs grew past the creature’s lip, resting just under it. He was Aris’ master, of course, but who was he? The monster lowered his head to Aris’ neck. As his blood boiled, he could feel the panic rising into his chest. Everything turned red in Aris’ sight as he felt the teeth pierce through his skin into his jugular. It was pleasurable but painful. He gasped as he felt the teeth slide deeper into his neck. The control of his arms now returned to him, Aris clutched at his master’s back, the only thing he could hold on to. He could feel the growl that erupted from his throat and his master’s own throat pulsating, drinking from Aris’ liquid of life. He cried out as the pain worsened.

As the creature pulled back, a smirk crossed his face. “You taste...just as I imagined you to taste. Rich...full...delicious.” Aris grasped at his master’s arm, begging with his eyes. “I think I vill have another taste...” he whispered as he lowered himself again. “And another...and another.” He tore into his neck again and again, the missed blood splashing onto the sheets. Aris could no longer scream, his throat being almost ripped to pieces. It seemed that he was in hell and Satan was toying with him...oh, how he wished to die.

By the time his master pulled away, there were at least twelve gaping bites that bled on either side of Aris’ neck. He struggled to breathe, his chest heaving for the breaths that he couldn’t take.

“Now,” said his master as the black creature that was his shirt moved away, exposing his bare chest. The clothing hovered off to the side, waiting for the time it was needed. With a sharp nail, he made a deep cut right where his collarbone was. Black blood spilled down his chest. “You must taste me now.” With as much care as a mother holds a new born baby, the master lifted Aris’ upper torso up so that he could lean against himself. He held the back of Aris’ head with his hand, gently placing his lips on the cut.

“Drink, my love.” The r rolled so smoothly off of his tongue.

Aris at first choked, his neck convulsing with pain. As his master stroked the back of his head, he calmed down, feeling the redness disappear. He noticed the liquid near his lips, prying them open.

And so he drank.

With each gulp he could feel the agonizing change from inside his bones. The devil was pouring into him through the blackness, going right into his bones. The throbbing began as he could feel the passion building inside him. The wounds were slowly healing, leaving behind darkened scar tissue that would stay with him forever. His mouth burned as the blood washed over his tongue, his teeth, his gums. But he couldn’t stop. Even if he could, he wouldn’t dare. There was nothing in his body that was still. His limp arms wound their way to his master’s back, pulling him as close as was possible. He could hear his master making pleasurable noises with each suck.

“More...Aris...more...” he whispered in a raspy voice.

There was no way this could stop. Aris’ mind couldn’t comprehend any ending to this undertaking. His mind was entirely immersed into his master and the drinking. The passion was at its peak now, ready to explode inside him. And then....

Aristaes threw back his head and roared, his own fangs shining with his master’s black blood.