Hey! I know I shouldn't be doing this...because I should be working on my "Immortal Rose" script, but I just thought I'd post this little short story that I wrote a few months back. It stars my favorite characters (of course), Conor and Josh. I decided I wanted to turn them into vampires in this story. Let's see...they've been an angel and a demon...a necromancer and a corpse...and regular high school students! But, of course, through it all, they have both remained horrible sluts (That's a shoutout to my friend, Rachel). I decided to put a little reference to another story in my Conor and Josh series entitled "You Will. You? Will. You? Will." I'll try and post that one sometime later. That's one where they're actually human! Well, see you guys soon!

"Secret Rapture"

Stole the heart from out my lover’s chest and burned the remains with a fire of passion. “Just wait,” he whispered to me as the gaping hole was filled with a sweet smelling crimson and I watched him cry in the dark, alone. He was only seventeen when his life was stole so swiftly by a blade from my right hand gut, and I’ve never forgiven myself for what I’ve done to him.

I remember that day so vividly, watching him cry for breath and gasp as I stood over him, reliving a dream that had only recently occurred inside my mind before that moment. It was Bloodlust: That sort of thing you only read about in comics and Anne Rice novels. My fingers tore into his flesh soon after, delving into the newly sewn wound over which his living self had fondly given to me only weeks before. I loved him so, but it seemed that I could only kill. Kill his glorious light and leave him in the floor of his empty living room.

And as I stalked away from the hideous scene, I felt no remorse. Simple words escaped my frozen lips, and it was his name I spoke. “Josh!” I cried in an inhuman screech. “Save me!” But there was no answer. There would never be an answer; for no longer would I be recognized by those I had once loved. All would despise me…all except for my beloved Lucifer. I cursed his name as I fell to my knees in the street. Why had he cursed me so? His promise of eternal beauty was now a damnation of my spirit, and there would be no back turns this time round.

It was then that I saw myself in a puddle lying in front of my face, as if mocking me for dying. What I saw was gorgeous: A face inflamed with hatred for his creator. That face would never cease to be and would remain young for an eternity. Then a thought crossed my subconscious: I needed a partner. One to share my immortal death with. Once to be my lover in death as he had been in life…yes…there was only one who would meet my need…but could I make it in time?

I rushed quickly back to his side, my chest weeping for what it had held only hours before, and found…nothing. My beloved was nowhere to be seen. For a moment, my senses stalled, my mind rushing to find a reason for his absence. He had been there moments before. Where could he have disappeared to in this living hell? A rustling of carpet startled me, my infrared senses picking up all that was around me. In my mind, without turning, I knew who it was…but I hadn’t made him.

“Hello, Conor.” His voice sent shivers across my being. Turning to look at him, I realized the beautiful hole I had left in his chest had not yet healed. So he had not been turned yet? This logic was impossible to grasp, for I had seen him take his last breath and pass from the world of the living…but all was made clear as I watched the flesh materialize over the wound and his hand reach up to stroke the milky bit of decay. After this, he suckled his delicate fingers, almost lovingly, licking away the last bit of cold essence from them.

“J-Josh!” Dammit! Why did my voice have to crack at a moment like this? “I thought you were dead.” I finished, straightening to full height and trying my best to appear presentable, although my grungy Blood Brothers shirt, which was now covered in Josh’s blood, did not compliment this persona in the least.

“Tsk, tsk. Ah, Conor.” I watched as he leapt ever so gracefully to my side, placing his freezing hands onto my bare neck. As much as I wanted to cringe at this act, I could not help but be extremely pleased by his touch. I lifted my neck to the side, for no more than to offer him what I had taken earlier. “I thought you, of all beings, would realize how death is limitless.”

I shivered fiercely as I felt a familiar brush of metal against my earlobe. Oh, why couldn’t we stay this way forever, keeping our deadly existence a secret? Secret…yes, that’s what we were: Secret lovers. I can now recall when we were living in New York with Josh’s parents. They were wealthy enough…and I was poor enough…and we were all happy. My father had abandoned me months earlier and, since Josh and I had always been such excellent companions and his mother was so fond of me, I made a home there. Neither of his parents knew of the slow tension that had been building between the two of us, and they soon found out exactly how fond of each other we were…and now, here we were, his lips caressing the crevices of my neck and his fangs grazing over the sensitive area where I had been bitten and drained of my life’s essence by the creature which I vaguely remembered.

“You are mine.” Hearing him growl into my sensitive ear sent memories flooding back to me: In particular, the ones from earlier that night. That creature…it was a beast…one which had possessed a human soul: The soul of Josh McClellan. I jumped away, fleeing to the far corner of the room, my eyes running with precipitation of emotions fairly new to me. I couldn’t look at him. He was supposed to be my friend, my lover. We had even…

“Y-You…you did this to me?” Josh’s face, which had, up until now, presented a wide, sensual smirk, was now void of any emotion and filled with seriousness. He took a graceful step toward me and I backed, if possible, even further into my corner.

“Don’t you see, Conor?” I turned to gaze up at him once again and what I found then was nothing like the thing I had found before. The aura radiating from him was almost too much to bear…but…that meant he had a soul. I knew all too well that vampires had no soul. Theirs’ were the ones belonging to Lucifer, and there was no other way he could have possibly gained immortality her on this earth. “I love you. I’ve always loved you.”

At that moment, I was still trying to back myself further into the corner. If he loved me, then why had he done this? And I still could not figure out why I could sense a living soul inside this temple of the decomposers. As I was contemplating all of this, a revelation suddenly occurred inside my brain.

“You’re…you’re the one who sent me the letter!” This was more of an exclamation rather then a question, for I already knew the answer. I remembered the note, which had fallen out of my school locker on that fateful day. Before that moment, I was as happy as a 17-year-old homosexual boy could be, which in all honesty, is not truly happy. It hurt me now to think of that time as I looked at Josh. Josh was the one who had made me feel special and meaningful, aside form Bobby, who had been my boyfriend at the time. Snapping back to the reality of things, I noticed Josh standing directly in front of me.

“Yes, and I meant every word I wrote.” I could do nothing by stare at him. I still could not understand how he could truly love me. It was then that a strange scent filled my senses, turning my careful and strong thoughts to that of lust and hunger. “I love you, Conor,” he repeated, stepping closer yet. I could do nothing by stand still and give into the thoughts my mind had been screaming ever since I had found him here. I watched, as if from a distance, as he wrapped his dainty arms around me and held me close.

A whispery breath was felt across my neck, awakening something inside me and causing an eruption of unknown growls from out my chest. I went wild as he suckled my earlobe past his soft lips, causing it to graze the shard of metal protruding from the bottom one, and simultaneously I felt the pinprick of elongated fangs stabbing into my own lip.

My predatory instincts took over as I pushed Josh back onto the cold and bloodstained floor, taking the dominant role in our round of ravishes. I was growing extremely excited and fought to stifle a chuckle as he whimpered like a pup when I ground our hips together. I licked sloppily at his cheek, as a dog would, running my hand slowly up his chest to the torn threads over which his deathly wound had once resided. I fought to pin his writhing from to the floor with my knees, laughing almost out loud when I heard his breathing, which, being a vampire, served no purpose other than excitement, grow ragged and out of control.

I had no idea how much power I could have over this callous being, which had, up until now, been the one to dominate over me and cause my body to go into fits of convulsive pleasure. He became even harder to control as I trailed down across his neck to the bare spot on his chest, running my tongue lazily over the small, erect bit of pink flesh once I reached my destination. He cried out in thirsty want as I nipped and suckled the nipple, all the while moving rhythmically against his straining groin.

My master plot would soon be in action…yes, I was enjoying this; very much…but my boiling blood was screaming revenge. I paused momentarily in my ministrations to reach up and press my face into his, mouth to open mouth. I felt his tongue thrust past my teeth with blistering fury. Now was my chance. Slowly and seductively, I slid my fingertips up to the bare spot on his chest once more, biting down softly on his delicate tongue and puncturing the muscle in the same manner I would soon delve into his chest. I tasted the cold, coppery liquid; felt it run down the sides of our mouths, and yet he kept his passionate show of love at the same speed.

Oh, dear God. Could I do this? He did say he had always loved me…No! It was only a trick, which only a fool would fall for, and I was no fool. He was a monster that needed to be stopped.

Deciding the time was right and keeping the union of our mouths connected, I positioned my fingers softly over the space where I knew his heart was located. Stopping him in his kiss, I lifted up to smile down at him. I couldn’t miss this! He opened his eyes to beam up at me, panting with blood flowing from the corners of his smile. I felt a cold tear fall from my eye and onto his cheek.

No! Not now! I could tell by his expression that he could feel my dilemma and he began to reach up to comfort me. While his hand was in mid-reach, my fingers were pushed past his decaying flesh, prying apart the frail structure concealing his heart. Closing my eyes, I pulled out the organ quickly, bringing it up above my head.

During the entire experience, Josh uttered only one word: My name. I opened my eyes, felling his blood drip from the heart above me, to look down at my victim. His eyes were now glazed over; the last bit of his life had already left him.

My undead heart was pumping heated blood quickly through my being as I brought the heart of my lover swiftly to clutch at my chest. This heart was not black and cold, as I had imagined it would be, but it was as any other human heart. It was…strangely…warm. What had I done?