Big drops of rain falling from the stormy sky… Great… that’s all I need, rain… Eric made a face

Sooo… New story… Me and my vampire… As always, pls review!!

Worry not, I am not abandoning COA or Ktisis! I was struck by inspiration as a result of watching Vampire Knight  Will be working on 18 of COA these days, dodging school and etc etc… Pls review to encourage this unfortunate soul.

P.S. If anybody is a New Yorker - if I made any geographical mistakes (which I probably did, although I did look up stuff)… Pls tell me so I can edit…

Chapter 1

Big drops of rain falling from the stormy sky… Great… that’s all I need, rain… Eric made a face. His day had gone from bad to worse. He’d gotten to work late, because he’d had exams. Obviously, the manager hadn’t taken that excuse well. He’d been laid off, just like that, for being unreliable and undisciplined.

Yeah, right… Like that was the real problem. The man had never liked him. Ever since he’d accidentally told someone at work he was gay… Oh well, he was used to it… And it’s not like school was any better. He would be lucky if he took the exams today. And his family…

Eric inwardly sighed. If he had a true family that loved him… But no one loved him, not really. Well, he’d think about that later. Frowning at the dark sky, Eric decided he couldn’t wait for the rain to stop. It simply wasn’t safe for a young man such as himself. Just in the 5 minutes he’d waited in front of this coffee shop, in relative shelter, he’d been propositioned by several shady characters, their lust flowing of them like a wave. The youth made a face. He’d take his chance in the rain.

Eric covered his head with his jacket, secured his bag under his arm and made a run for it. Several cars screeched to a halt as he crossed the street, but he ignored the insults from the angry drivers and continued running across the street.

New York was a lively city… hell, it was the definition of night life at its best. After all, it was the Big Apple, the city that never sleeps. Still, you would have thought that the rain would chase most people off the streets. For most part, it was true. Many of the passer-byes had gone into the non-stop bars, coffee shops or clubs, for shelter and warmth and a nice drink. But generally, the streets were as busy as ever. Manhattan… Eric hated it. There were so many people and they all had umbrellas. What were the odds? Only him… running in the rain like a mad person, making an effort to keep his sketch book dry and to not bump into anyone.

Of course his efforts were useless. And just his luck… He bumped into a man dressed into an elegant suit, falling in a puddle as a result.

“Are you all right, young man?” the gentleman asked in a cultured voice. Eric inwardly shivered. The gentleman seemed nice, but was actually seriously considering fucking him into the mattress. Why did he attract all the weirdos?

“Yes, sir. Thank you very much.” Avoiding the older man’s extended hand and not even waiting for the man’s proposal, Eric decided to run through Central Park instead. It was bound to be empty.

Normally, he could keep his head clear and avoid all the thoughts people transmitted, even block out their energies to some extent. But the exhaustion of the day had worn him off. Well, it was no wonder his family had abandoned him. He was a gay 20 year old boy, with apparent psychic problems and no future. Oh well… it’s not like he could do anything about it. He’d long ago given up hope of normality… hell, he’d given up on sex even.

The rain was falling even more rapidly now. Geez, if he didn’t get home soon he’d contract pneumonia and die. Nobody would care… but still… He tried to run faster across the deserted park. Geez, why did he have to go to school today? And even after getting through the park he still had a long way to go, to the subway and then to his meager place in Brooklyn.

Tears mixed with the raindrops on the young man’s face. His life sucked. Everything was a mess. He could barely make a living yet he insisted on going to classes. And to the School of Visual Arts too… He’d been lucky on receiving the financial aid, but that didn’t help much.

Just when he thought things couldn’t get any worse Eric tripped and fell in yet another puddle. He dropped the bag which landed with a plop on the wet concrete. Nooooo… his sketchbook… his precious sketchbook. He hurried to collect the bag, to protect it from further damage. He was intercepted by someone else. The rain stop falling as a black umbrella covered him.

A man stood above him, retrieving the bag with the sketchbook. Eric gasped at the sight. He was gorgeous, with dark flowing hair falling on his shoulders which matched the completely dark clothes. As the man looked at him, Eric felt two things stir: his long neglected libido and his need to draw something so beautiful.

“You dropped this.” The man’s voice was pure sex. Lord, was he dreaming? In a haze, he took the man’s extended hand.

Bad idea. Flashes of the dark man’s past flew through Eric’s mind… The youth gasped. Blood and gore and death… Lord almighty… The man oozed death just like he oozed sex. Figures… The height of his day… he had to meet a serial killer…

Keenan looked down at the dripping wet figure of his prey. Yes, the young man was delicious. Very pretty too… High cheekbones, big green eyes and blond hair that currently covered a perfect face. And the rain had flattened the T-shirt, providing him a perfect view of little brown nipples and a perfect slender body. Yes, he’d have fun tonight.

His beautiful prey gasped as he took Keenan’s hand. The blonde started trembling violently… Hmm… maybe he was cold… he’d obviously been in the rain for a long time.

“Here, take my coat.” Keenan took off his long black coat and put it over the youth’s shoulders.

“T-thank you, sir.” The youth closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Then as if taking a decision, he closed the buttons of the cloak. “You’re very kind.”

Keenan arched a brow. What was wrong with this boy? He gently sent a mental probe. Well shit… the boy had mental shields… weak, but they were there. Well, it wasn’t that unusual. He would break them later.

“Come on, young one. You look like you need a warm drink.” He coaxed, his voice dripping with seduction.

The youth nodded, but wouldn’t meet his eyes. Strange… They walked through the park in silence for a few seconds. Then the blonde asked

“Sir? Can I ask you for a favor?”

Keenan smirked. They always asked him for favors. He wondered what this one would ask. He was feeling strangely disappointed though. For some reason he’d thought the boy was different… he didn’t know why. But a creature as old as himself knew to trust his instincts. Hmm… apparently his instincts had been wrong. “Sure thing. What is it that you wish? ” What would the boy ask? Money, a ride, sex? He wouldn’t complain if it was the latter.

“When you kill me, can you make it painless?”

Keenan stopped dead in his tracks. He’d expected anything but that. Somehow the boy knew what he was. But how? “Excuse me?”

The boy repeated in a trembling voice. “Please… when you kill me, make it painless…”

What the fuck? How? Losing control, Keenan set loose his power over the blonde shattering his shields. The youth screamed grabbing his head as the pain hit. Oblivious, Keenan probed relentlessly in the boy’s head. Who was he? How did he know?

Eric McAllister. Age 20. Student at the School of Visual Arts. Psychic. The boy was psychic… he’d seen images of Keenan’s past when they’d touched.

Falling to the wet concrete, the boy sobbed. “Please, sir. Please. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to…”

Yes… indeed… the boy hadn’t meant to do anything. “Don’t worry, little Eric. It will be fine… it will be just fine…” Dropping the umbrella, he grabbed the blonde in his arms and whispered “Sleep.”

Then, unseen by anyone he took off, abandoning the park, his prey in arms.

Eric woke up with a terrible head ache. What had happened? He remembered rain… himself running through the park. Then… shit… the man… the killer… He gasped as he suddenly got off the bed, dizziness threatening to overwhelm him.

As Eric’s head stopped spinning, he remarked he was in an elegant room, a very foreign elegant room. He was covered in satiny black sheets… and he was also very naked… Shiiit… What had happened? He couldn’t remember anything… and his head ached when he tried to grasp elusive details of the scene in the park. What had the man done?

“Don’t force your mind, pet.” The husky voice came from a corner “It’s quite easy, actually… I put you to sleep, then brought you here.”

Eric gasped. The brunet was even more stunning… His black shirt was open, allowing a view of his sculpted chest. Breathe, breathe… Right… he could do this… his libido wasn’t in control of him.

“You put me to sleep? Like hypnotized me or what?”

The man laughed “Yes, something like that.” Frowning he added “I have to apologize for my rough treatment though. I admit I was startled by your somewhat sudden declaration.”

Eric struggled against tears as he asked again “Are you going to allow me the favor then?”

The man came closer to him “No, little Eric.” The youth’s eyes widened as he processed the answer. Lord, he was going to be tortured before being killed. “That’s because I don’t plan on killing you.”

What? But… Eric knew he was gaping. He also knew he couldn’t trust the man. He wanted to… but he’d never been mistaken in his psychic impressions.

“You don’t believe me.” The man sighed. “Well, you’re entirely justified in your opinion. And your impressions are correct. I have killed and I have led a bloody life.” Pause.

“It is necessary for a creature like myself.”

“C-creature?” Eric stammered at the word.

The man’s eyes became cold as he spoke. “Yes, little one. I’m afraid it’s like in those B-category movies. You’ve fallen right into the arms of a vampire.”

Vampire? No, that couldn’t be right… Eric shook his head in denial. Vampires didn’t exist.

“You still don’t believe me. Yet I broke your shields so easily in the park.”

“I was exhausted… that doesn’t make you a vampire.”

The man smirked. “True. But these do.” Eric yelped as he was jumped and he felt sharp fangs at his throat. “Do you believe me now?”

The voice was husky as the man started tracing Eric’s neck with his fang, drawing blood, then licking the wound. “Mmmm… you taste so good, my pet.”

Eric suddenly felt the overwhelming urge to ask the vampire to bite him… to fuck him… Oh God… What was happening to him? “I will, I will soon enough…” the vampire laughed.

“And don’t worry… it’s just your body natural response to me…”

Oh God… The vampire had seen his thoughts… No way… The vampire smirked “Yes, way…”

A flash of anger passed through the youth. “Hey, stay out of my head!”

The vampire pouted. “But why? It’s so fun…” His expression turned predatory as he started licking Eric’s neck again. “And so very enlightening… I know what to do… to make you feel good… wouldn’t you like that, little Eric?”

Eric pushed the brunet away. He shook his head, struggling against the vampire’s hypnotizing presence. “No, no, you’re doing something to me… I’m not like this… I don’t want things like that…”

The vampire smirked. “You are and you do. I am not playing with your mind, just stimulating your body…” The man’s eyes sparkled mischievously as he added. “And I must say the response is most wonderful… and I will enjoy playing with you a lot, my pet.”

Eric glared at the vampire “I am not your pet, nor am I your plaything. If you want to kill me, kill me now. It’s not like I have anything to live for.” Eric snapped his mouth shut. He’d said too much.

“Is that so, pet? Do you want to die? Then why haven’t you done it yourself by now?”

Eric’s eyes filled with tears. “Shut up… If you were in my head, you know I tried… but I couldn’t… I couldn’t…”

Keenan felt something stir inside as he watched the slender blond cry on his bed. His pet had fire, but he was crushed inside. Too much power in that little body… it was overwhelming the youth…

Before he knew it, he was cradling the golden boy’s head in his lap. Hmm… strange… He’d never done something like that in all his years. He must be getting old. He should be going before he did anything stupid. The blond needed rest.

But Keenan forgot all his previous intentions when Eric raised his eyes and looked at him. His pet was just so pretty, too pretty… “Thank you sir… I… I apologize… if I have offended you in any way…”

Keenan licked his lips. Mmmm… Maybe just a little drop of that sweet nectar? But no… His pet was tired and sick. He’d indulge himself later. “Don’t call me sir, pet. My name is Keenan. Now sleep.”

Eric’s eyes grew heavy again and he fell into a deep sleep. Keenan smiled to himself. Yes, he would most definitely indulge himself later.