Disclaimer: fiction. mine.

warning: m/m. slash. rape. er, i think... you might call it that... hmm, im not sure. BUT JUST BE WARNED. cause theres a lemon scene.

-i know his names marius, but its not anne r's marius! their names are just silmilar! hers is all like long blonde hair and stuff. mines different, so that makes him mine! so yeah! boo to you for thinkin i stole!...did you?

Snow Vampire

Sam was playing with his older sister and twin little brother and sister on a snow-covered field. It was so cold out that he could see his breath in great white puffs before him. He ducked just in time as a snow ball came flying past his head, making him forget his goal of making ghostly shapes with his breath. He was laughing as he watched his younger siblings trying to run around and throw snowballs, they could barely move for all the heavy winter clothing their mother had packed them into. Just then, his older sister tackled him onto the frozen packed snow. She had won that round. Taking a moment to recover, Sam lay there and stared at up at the sky, everything was so white and bright. There was barely any contrast against the sky and snowy ground. His older sister bent over him then and tugged a long lock of his teal hair that peeked out from the dog-eared flaps of the winter hat.

“Go get something to put on the snow man.” She said breathlessly with laughter, her face a rosy glow.

Sam sat up and saw the little ones struggling to drag a sled that was piled on with snow over to an oddly deformed snow ball. He stood snickering and looked around at the snowy surroundings, dark blue eyes going up the steep hill that they were at the bottom of. He looked back at his sister who was helping the little ones, and pointed up the hill to where the woods topped it.

“Sticks. For the arms.” He called to her.

“Good idea.” She said smiling then went back to packing snow onto a giant snow ball.

He began to hike his way up in the several feet deep snow that just got deeper as he went, boots sinking every now and then, but he continued on. He was determined to make his siblings happy.

Finally he reached the top. Out of breath, his cheeks flushed red, and sweat that would chill right up on his face. Before the forest, there was a huge wave of snow that had built up outside the trees from where the wind had gusted the snow with such force. Beyond that, the woods were so thick that no light seemed to enter the forest as you stepped past those first few yards of scarce trees. That is why Sam would go no farther than the first tree that stood before him. He broke off two long twigs for arms, and for the eyes he gathered up some rocks he found on a spot of soggy ground behind the tree. The area was creepily silent. Nothing stirred, no birds, no wind in the bare tree tops. It was dead silent like a grave yard. Where he stood, at the edge of the trees, patches of dreary light would burst through ere and there in the ceiling of the wood’s canopy of dead leaves and tangled bear branches. It was over crowded as you got farther back. It was almost pitch black back there. He stood still, just staring into the trees and jumped when he heard a crack like a twig breaking under a foot. He looked around quickly in worry, and laughed aloud quickly, he’d been scaring himself.

Out of the woods, at that moment everything was a neon pink. The sun was almost gone over the horizon of snow fields. Pink reflected everywhere off the snow, a great canvas painted by the sun. he sat down outside the woods, watching the sun set. The mural of colors in the sky mirroring the ground, and then it dissipated. No more pink shines onto the white, no more sparkles from the snow flakes. It was almost like a light had just gone out. Sudden darkness draped over, but was bright from the white glow of the snowy ground. It gave everything a blue tint, which was getting darker quickly.

Sitting there, his breath visible in the coldness that was creeping into his thick flannel coat. Their mother had told them to be home before dark, and the cold that was finally getting to him made him aware that it was time to get back home. His siblings were still horsing around at the bottom of the hill. He enjoyed his moment of solace, peaceful until he dully felt something wrap around his waist and around his neck. Sam only had enough time to think, “What?”, before being plowed down into the deep snow with such force it knocked his breath and consciousness out. Just as quickly he jolted awake, numb, it all seemed so unreal. The forceful movement of him being taken stopped.

He lay there incased in heavy packed snow, boxed into it, no air, he couldn’t open his eyes, couldn’t hear for being so stuffed in the snow. He realized slowly that he lay enveloped under someone because he felt hands traveling up his body and rested on his neck. In his semiconscious mind, the fingers tightened their hold on his neck and he felt iceberg lips on the side of his neck. Stabbing pain made him gasp, the breath from his gasp used to scream in agony, it felt like a thousand knives stabbing into his neck. Murdered again and again as he could feel the inside of himself being pulled out, sucked out, his hot blood. He could feel it seep from his neck into a hot mouth, the one who took him. The spilled blood saturated the ice packed snow, slowly traveling up the thirsty crystals but never making its way to the surface of the snowy ground.
It let go, the thing un-clamping its jaws. Sam felt bony fingers grab his hand that yanked and tugged him down even further, then he hit frozen hard earth. He didn’t feel incased in snow any longer. His frozen eyes burst open, snow fell from his eye lids and lashes, and he coughed snow out of his mouth. He could breathe again and move his limbs even though he was drained of strength. He was still being dragged down, ever so slowly. It was dark, his eyes moved to look upon his body. It was to dark to see. Sam managed to rub the glove off and reached into his jeans pocket to drag out a lighter. He lifted his heavy arm up and lit the lighter with his thumb. With the warm glow of the flickering flame, he was able to see his body; legs splayed apart, one arm by his side limply, the other extended up past his head.

What’s happening? He looked at his moving surroundings, a tunnel of sort in the ground. He looked at the end. It led back into the snow. He realized then that there was a hard, cold fingered hand holding his wrist tightly. He also realized that the tunnel wasn’t moving, but him. He turned his head to the side, eyes going upwards. Sam’s eyes looked up at what seemed to be a man that was dragging him down deeper and deeper into the earth. The man paused and turned his head to see his captive looking at him, fear in his wide eyes, blue lips quivering.

Sam gasped as he saw his captors face in the flickering gloom of light. Male, severely pale skin, dark eyes, feral... Sam’s thoughts cut off as his screams rang out, but they never escaped the snow though. He dropped the lighter as he screamed and struggled, he was pitched back into blackness. His screams suddenly stopped short as he fell, fell forever, and then landed hard on his back. With a deep inhale his eyes shot open to find himself in a warmly lit room, like a small basement with four walls, concrete or stone, each with several torches that were lit. There stood the one who took him, and cold shock shook through Sam as he saw a coffin behind the standing monster who peered down at him with curiosity.

There was a metal winding staircase that lead to a hole in the ceiling that was covered with a sheet of metal with a latch. Fine silk drapery and rugs furnished the room that was littered with jewels and statues, and paintings, and the gold! There was an abundance of it in blocks, coins, and jewelry to all kinds of objects. Furnished in antique wood furniture, plump cushioned chairs, and soft rugs, and jeweled oil lanterns that put moving shines and rainbows on the walls. The room was warm, but Sam still shivered from when he was buried in the snow. Sam took all this in as he got to his feet slowly, he felt like he could barely move. Once standing he tugged off the other thick glove and grabbed his neck with his chilled sweaty hand. The room he was in was the spitting image of what a king mummy would have been entombed in with. It was like an Egyptian crypt. He let go of his neck, his shaking hand in front of his eyes, blood had wetted his fingers. Tear drops spilled from Sam’s eyes and he gave a choked whimper.

“What the fuck?” Sam said in disbelief, looking into the monsters eyes, who looked like a man. A man that was very tall, and almost too beautiful to look at. Green eyes glinted with large black pupils, a silverish-grey sheen at the corners of his eyes by his nose. A crease between his dark eyebrows as he surveyed Sam deeply, other than that his long forehead was smooth. Short dark brown almost black hair was smoothly moused back. Skin that Sam could see was extremely pale. His ensemble was what looked like some type of dark leather pants, a baggy long sleeved shirt with a fit vest, black boots that went to his knees, and a floor-length heavy red coat. He looked like a king from the past.

A response was the tall thing walking toward him. Sam jumped backwards in fright, a mangled cry escaped his lips. Stumbling over rugs and armor, his back hit the wall. The torches were high above his head, it was a vaulted room he realized. Long arms came trapping him on either side as this beast got so close and husked a snarl into his ear. It was purely unhuman. Sam was terrified. A frightened cry escaped from his closed throat as his dark blue plaid flannel coat was unzipped and yanked off roughly from his cream colored long sleeved shirt he wore on his torso. Sam stared wide eyed at the man before him. Stunned. What could he do in a situation like this?

A voice spoke from unmoving lips. “What’s your name?”

The face leered, smiling at him with its head bent down closer to Sam’s level, yet still above him. Sam’s chest seized tightly, his heart hurting as it pounded so fast with his heaving hyperventilating. Sam’s eyes were so large and wide staring at it before him. What was happening wasn’t comprehendible. His mind was going to break. The up lifted curve of the lips slowly waned down as a thumb came up to Sam’s cheek. It never took its strange glowing eyes from him. Sam didn’t speak, couldn’t speak as the digit rubbed his cheek. The thumb, Sam couldn’t take his eyes off it, for it had an extremely long, sharp nail. It moved slowly down then, to his chin, to underneath, and pushing upwards suddenly. Sam almost yelped as he felt the prick of the nail, drawing blood that flowed down his arched neck. A thin red line flowed down the length of his neck, over his Adams’ apple that bobbed from dry, nervous swallows. He was gasping for breath he was so terrified, frozen like petrified wood and unable to move. It asked again for his catch’s name.

“S-Sa-Sam.” Sam whispered. It was hard to speak. His fear so great. His knees were trembling, threatening to drop him to the floor. He heard it say Sam’s name, this time the thing’s lips moved. Sam heard him say it again, like he was savoring it, the taste of his name.

Sam flinched startled as he moved in closer. A quiet chuckle before a tongue swiped hard up his still arched neck, lapping the blood up. Sam couldn’t help the fearful disgusted sound that wailed from him. The tongue traveled up to his ear, swiping his lobe quickly.

“Sam.” He said gushing air into Sam’s ear, making him shiver. He moved his head back to in front of Sam, smiling. “My name is Marius.” Marius said in an accented voice, mirth in it as though he knew a secret that Sam did not know. He spoke opening his mouth, moving his lips and allowing a flash of fangs purposely. Sam stared at the fangs, arms drawing close to his chest and hunching down away from him, almost sinking to the floor. A sense of danger emerged, and beeped repeatedly through his mind.

And then suddenly, he was gone. Sam blinked, he couldn’t have. For the one who called himself Marius had just disappeared from in front of his eyes. Sam looked wildly around. Nothing. He almost started crying in relief as he dashed to the winding stairs in the corner of the room. And then it was there, just like that. Standing in front of Sam’s escape, was Marius. Sam almost choked on a lung tearing gasp, tripping as he came to a sudden stopped halt after sprinting.

His breathing hitched up even harder, he shook his head thinking what this man was doing was humanly not possible.

“What are you?” Sam whispered, if he spoke any louder he would be sick all over the floor. It, Marius, had his chin propped up on his hand, almost in a thoughtful way as he watched Sam.

“What do you want?” Sam’s voice was strangled in fear, his eyes stinging. The tell-tale sign that he was going to cry. Sudden dizziness made him sway. He squinted at it, trying not to blink incase it did another disappearing act. He jumped when it did just that, appearing so suddenly before him. He grabbed Sam’s neck, fingers on Sam’s pressure points in his neck momentarily paralyzing his body in that instant.

“Your pupils dilate in fear.” He murmured after he watched Sam’s reactions cross his features. The boys eyes almost looked black with the blue iris that was so dark around the black of his pupil, with dark shapely eyebrows above them. He’d never seen such dark blue eyes before. Marius took in his heart shaped face, and his long neck with the dark large freckle on it. His thumb rubbed the birth mark and all of the breath from the boy seemed to puff right out of him.

“I am a vampire... your blood, Sam, I want.” He said simply answering the boys question. Horror dawned on Sam’s face, lips parting in a silent scream. Vampire?

“There’s no such thing.” Sam gritted through clenched teeth in fear, he sounded confused, his face paling. Sam yelped as Marius squeezed hard around his throat. His hands shot up to the pale one around his neck, clawing into the skin to get it off. But the flesh was hard as marble. Sam made a pained sound, was he really a vampire? Was he unbreakable?

“Please. Let go!” Sam was crying now, there was nothing human in those emotionless eyes that stared at him in pain.

Sam’s feet left the ground just then, the next thing he knew he was laying face down on his stomach in front of the coffin coughing. He was all the way across the room, had Marius thrown him that far? His chin and the palms of his hands were skinned and scraped. A hand grabbed the back of Sam’s head, fisting in his tied back hair. Sam was being yanked up by the hurtful pulling on his pony tail. His eyes were streaming tears, he grabbed the soft red coat and he began to plead for his life in a barely audible whisper that kept breaking.

Marius took no notice of the begging. His other hand touched the long, dark blue-green hair. “What an unusual color.” He remarked before releasing his grip in the hair. Thus, Sam dropped to the ground. He was shaking so badly.

Marius bent down before the shaking boy sitting on the ground. Sam watched the pale, long fingered hand that reached out to him, touching his chest, Sam jumped. The fingers skimmed barely touching, traveling down the cotton material to the bottom hem of the shirt. The hand slipped under to his skin, and Sam immediately surged back from the cold touch. Just as quickly he was slapped, knocking him to the floor, and crying out at the sting to his cheek. Sam’s eyes snapped back to Marius, stunned. Marius who was staring at him, a warning in his narrowed eyes, with a hand raised in threat. He wanted to touch what wasn’t seen. He reached out again. His hand moving slowly up under the shirt to lay flatly right over the boys warm belly. He could even feel the boys heart race here too. Sam was frozen as his bodies heat was exchanged with the cold hand, warming it. The cold seeped into his skin in that spot where the warmth had been leeched out. Sam watched as the guarded, feral face loosened, eyes closing in pleasure at the warm feeling.

Sam cried out when Marius reared his head back, and dropped it down so fast toward him. Sam was sure that this was the end. He was going to have his throat torn out. The ripping of his flesh did not happen. Instead, a mouth suckled a spot on his neck behind his ear, while the warmed hand rubbed circles into his chest over his heart. His heart beat so fiercely fast that you could feel it from above his skin. The terror and fear of being murdered, and the warm, hazy eliciting kisses of the vampire leaning over him as his body melted, sinking limply to lay flat on the floor. All those emotions in the same instance... It was too much.

“Im going to be sick.” Sam whimpered. He was unleashed from the confusing embrace roughly, the vampire glaring at him like he was an unwanted distraction. Sam looked at him once more, would he attack now? Then dragged his heavy legs up, twisting around away from the vampire on his hands and knees. Heaving and choking, but faking at the same time as he managed unnoticeable scoots away from the vampire. This distraction was all he needed to make the man let go of him.

He sneaked a peek at him from his peripheral, and struck his snow booted foot out. He was almost amazed that he’d been able to hit the vampire. He didn’t stay amazed too long, as soon as he saw the head snap back he shot up, the quickest he’d ever been in his life and made another attempt at escaping via the stairs. He ran so fast with this new found adrenalin, jumping up and grabbing hold of the railing at least five steps up and flung himself over, fingers scrambling onto the higher steps in haste to hoist himself up them faster... but unable to do so. Marius sat on the last step that went to the metal panel. He was looking at Sam, humored.

“No way.” Sam said in breathless, jaw dropping in shock, wincing at the stitch in his side. Had he seriously believed that he’d be able to get away from a vampire who was so fast he couldn’t see it when he moved so?

The vampire stood up, a look upon his face that seemed he was about to deliver the death penalty. Sam’s legs gave a wobble. He clenched the railing after straightening up.

“Pleas-.“

Marius slapped him so hard, which could have probably turned his head completely around if it weren’t attached as it was. Sam’s back hit the railing and he lost balance toppling over, falling, he screamed. He hit the ground shatteringly hard, he saw stars in the blackness, the air in his lungs punched out. He knocked his head so hard giving him a huge knot there on the back of his skull. Painful vibrations ran up his arm bone from where his elbow had nailed the concrete. Had he broken it, had he broken his back? He forced himself to roll onto his side fearing a broken spine.

His eye sight came back to awareness when he heard the ripping sounds. He gasped, understanding at the sudden chill to his back. He covered his naked chest crossing his arms over the flesh, clenching his teeth he kicked at Marius as he tried forcing Sam’s jeans down. Sam screamed and yelled wildly as he fought, kicking and hitting, putting up a fight. Marius couldn’t dodge all the flailing limbs, but managed to grab the boy’s face and slap it again. Sam’s head slammed back against the hard floor, another bump added onto the back of his head. He saw black again.

Thrown.

He hit something hard. He lifted his face groggily off the rug. Tasting blood, his lip was split. He lay against the coffin in the only clothing he had on, his red briefs. Where had his shoes and socks gone, his pants, his scarf? Everything had been torn off. Sam rubbed at his head, trying to rub the pain from his aching skull as he sat up, slowly his he managed to get to his feet aided by the coffin. Sam limped as he turned around, he’d done something funny to his ankle. Sam looked up to find the vampire and froze to see the man stripping down to nothing but skin. He was well defined with muscles, and smooth pale skin. He looked like a Greek marble sculpture. Sam knew the vampires eyes were on his body, just as his was on the vampires. Sam’s flat belly blew up every time he inhaled deeply, his shoulders were hunched and he kept his weight off his left ankle. It seemed Sam was finally able to look away from the nude body when the vampire began to walk with a causal, predator grace toward him. They faced each other at the side of the coffin, the vampire who lifted the coffin lid open while still staring at Sam. Sam was nervous and frozen to spot, his eyes were wild and flickered to everywhere on the tall body that stood before him. Then Sam looked to the inside of the coffin. It was unusually large. He wouldn’t really define it as a coffin anymore, but an extremely large chest. Red satin lined the inside. Sam started hyperventilating all over again. Sam jumped as the vampire stepped closer, head tilting as he watched Sam like a hawk. He jumped again when a pale hand lay on his small boney shoulder. It held him still. Sam hadn’t known that he’d been backing away. He felt as if ice had been injected in his veins when he saw the vampires eyes still roving his body. Sam knew then that the vampire didn’t just want his blood.

“No.” Sam warbled raising a hand and weakly pushed the grip off his shoulder. The shock had definitely taken a toll on him.

The vampire glared at him as if how dare he? He reached out to take the shoulder back, when the boy knocked his hand away, again. He snarled, grabbing Sam by the back of his neck, and cuffing the kid on his ear. The boy went wild then trying to escape, and he ended up shaking him and forced his head down into the coffin. Sam automatically stopped fighting to resist being pushed into the coffin. He held his ground, hands on the outside of the coffin preventing himself from falling in. It was terrifying to even think of being in one.

“Don’t put me in there!” Sam screamed in fear only to be bodily lifted and dropped in, the lid slammed shut before he could react as he was incased into a pitch black, darkness. Then his panic erupted, he screamed and cursed at the vampire Marius on the outside. He kicked and punched the lid, yelling “Bastard” with all his might as his sobs took over after. Blackness was everything in the coffin. The fear of being left in the death box to die was overwhelming. He strained his eyes to see anything inside the box, but he couldn’t see anything at all. It was as if he was blind. He closed his eyes as he sobbed harshly, he might as well since he couldn’t see. Since he was going to die...

Marius trailed a finger down the box lovingly. The plan had been that he was going to tear the boy’s body apart, turn him inside out to lick the last drop of blood. But now, he just wanted all of the boy.

Sam’s sobbing choked to a stop when he heard a chuckle, a mirthless laugh that was right in his ear! He wasn’t alone in the coffin. His fear grew to an astounding peak. He screamed and tried to fight as he was attacked, but not murderous intentions. It was by soft smothering lips. Lips that brutally crushed his own, sucking and kissing all over that left him breathless and dazed. His lips and body bruised and raw. The flame that Sam’s body had become drained away when he felt hands in the pitch darkness move to his underwear.

“You truly are a beautiful creature.” Sam heard spoken in amazement.

The man’s weight on top of him kept him pinned down. Did he not fight because of that, was he so helpless? Or was it the heavy burning feeling that grew in the pit of his stomach that kept him unresponsive. Once the underwear began to shimmy down, Sam yelled in anger and fear as they went past his ankles. He was naked. He didn’t want this. Stop. Stop! Kisses went all the way down his chest, his thin golden tanned torso. They stopped right at the base of Sam’s shaft that was nestled in curls of dark hair.

“Ah, so you’re a brunette.” He felt the whisper against his groin. How can he see that in the pitch blackness? Then Sam felt the long swipes of a tongue bringing his body to arousal, even though he fought it and didn’t want it. The box was becoming a sauna, and it was getting so suffocating hot inside. He was dripping sweat, and each breath made him dizzy. He felt his legs pulled apart, and he could feel breath under his private.

“So much sin.” He heard Marius whisper lustily with deep inhales through his nose. ‘So much sin’ seemed to repeat over and over in Sam’s mind.

Sam screamed his heart out as he felt fangs pierce the inside of his thigh by his private. Several more attacks like these happened, these vampire kisses that took place all over his body. Saliva replaced sweat once it was licked up, more searing kisses burning in his memory, more sucking that bruised, hands that non stopped fondled. It left Sam weak and trembling. His hands would escape the vampires locked grip only to hit against the walls of the box, making him claustrophobic and frightened until Marius took his mind off the box he was in by sexual advances all over his body. Penetration came and he could do nothing but grab hold of hard muscled arms as the vampire drove into sam. It was a sweet pressure that was almost painful at first. Sam could only smell, and breathe and feel. Feel his back sliding up and down the satin lining from the thrusting Marius on top of him. Sweat from sam made their bodies slide against each other, causing more friction between them to his private as Marius lay between his legs. Marius’ lower abdomen was on top of Sam’s member, his body a heavy pressure on it that constantly rubbed against it over and over, eliciting hoarse moans from sam. claw marks all over Sam’s body from gripping fingers that kept slipping on the sweaty hot flesh. The rocking continued and sam could take it no more, the friction on his member too much. He couldn’t hold in the pleasure that had built up any longer. He couldn’t take it anymore. His hand fisted in the vampires hair at the back of his skull, his other hand running down the powerful machine of the vampires back. Sam’s knees rose up on both sides of the vampires thighs, he croaked hoarsely against a wide shoulder and started to grind himself up against the moving body on him. He heard a low groaned growl from above him, and a mouth went back to sucking on his neck again. Sam withered in agony from the pleasure, it was too much, he just wanted to release.

Big hands came up under his head and cradled it. Lips came down onto his, a tongue lapped at them, parting them and then entwining their tongues together. It was that which got Sam. His whole body surged electrified and tensed up as he clenched down upon Marius inside him as he came between their bodies. His inner muscle continued squeezing, his body shook even after his climax. Sam lay in a dazed stunned shock. Numb from the pleasure that had been drained from him and drank greedily up by Marius. He was so insanely sensitive from his blown nerves that he convulsed as he was still thrust into. And then arms tightened around Sam’s chest in a bear hug, squeezing him almost painfully as the vampire orgasmed with a howl. The cry sounded like it came from a wild cat. but still Marius hips moved in and out of sam till he could flex them no longer. Marius’ mouth open and slack against the boys hair at his sweaty temple, gushing breaths against his face. Sam was almost faint and barely aware anything but the hug around his shoulders, his lower body numbed. When the trembling finally stopped, Sam took up to rocking against Marius as he kept his slow paced thrusting going. Blissfully quiet, bodies relaxed and moving leisurely against one another. Sam imagined it was what making-love would be like. The body against him didn’t seem so cold anymore, but just as hot as he was.

When Marius finally lay to the side of the boy, there was nothing left of the person that Sam used to be... For better, or for worst?

Marius lay on his side pressed against the side of sam, their foreheads touching. Skin against skin. Sam felt Marius kiss him again, his tongue moving into the shocked boy’s mouth, he licked and nipped at Sam’s tongue. Realization of what had just happened was beginning to occur to Sam.

“The sun is up... I sleep during the day, but tonight, we will continue where I have left off.” He felt Marius lay back down, settling in by Sam’s side. Soon no movement came from Marius. Like the dead he was supposed to be. Marius was sleeping.

Sam was just so exhausted, drained and weak, numb to the core. He didn’t even want to think about the sex he hadn’t wanted, from the creature that shouldn’t exist, who lay at his side. A vampire, those were fairy tales... but not anymore to Sam. Without thinking, in a hypnotic like daze, Sam wedged his feet against the coffin lid, and pushed with all the strength his broken body could muster. With his feet and leg muscles, the lid managed to creak ever so slowly open. His defeated and battered soul reflecting the strength left in his body. He dragged his body over the side of the box, draping limply to the ground. His eyes wincing in pain as he stood. Not a single fear of Marius suddenly appearing on the stairs, he knew the vampire was good as dead and slept at the moment, until sun would go down. His eyes focused on his feet, concentrating on them as he walked across the room to the stairs, hand grabbing a mass of red and that he wrapped around himself unconsciously. The thing completely dwarfing him. His mind soothingly empty, his body numb to the pain he was in. Sam stepped onto the stairs, each step harder and harder to take. He dragged himself through the human-size worm hole tunnel. The frozen earth, frozen like his heart and body and mind. Mind shattered like the ice that stabbed into his knees and hands, and feet. The blackness of the tunnel mirroring his empty mind, his emotions blank. The tunnel ended, his hand felt the coldness of the metal covering that was there like the one below in the room. He wedged it open, a wall of snow was there, he would have to dig himself out.

Where the snow began at the tunnel, he took a deep breath, closed his eyes and brought the wrap closer to his ears getting ready to dive head first into snow. He clawed his way through the snow, fingernails digging into the ice, shredding his fingers and tearing some nails off. he made his way slowly through the broken up snow, straight up until he broke though the surface of the snow that had become a solid sheet of frozen ice top during the night. He had almost given up. His need for breath so great. One leg up, now the other, and he began to make his way down the steep hill. Constantly falling, forced to crawl when he couldn’t walk any longer, he had to keep going. Parts of the snow would collapse and he would have to dig himself out again and again until he hit level ground. His legs on auto pilot since his feet were numb blocks of ice, he made his way home. Eyes open but not really seeing. The feeling in his fingers sensed and touched the material that he was wrapped in; soft, richly smooth fabric. He looked at the material he held closed together with his hands in the front. An insane red, bright blood red. He realized then it was a coat, the coat the vampire had worn. He hadn’t even known it was a coat he wore until now. The contrast against the snow didn’t belong. Wild strange floral embroidery was sewed in a pattern all over in a dark blue-grey silk thread. Red satin with black markings printed all over it lined the inside of the coat that dragged on the ground, it was at least four feet longer than the length of his body. The sleeves scrunched to allow his hands out. The buttons of the coat, large black pearls, could it be?

As he stumbled onward in the snow, the coat soaked slowly to his hips, the sleeves drenched. He took notice of his naked body underneath the coat, he finally decided to peek at his chest. His chest covered with bruises of finger and hand prints. His nipples bruised sorely from licking, tweaking, pinching and sucking. There were two tiny holes by his nipples. He didn’t want to see anymore. He closed the two sides of the coat back together again. He was now on the black road, and it’d been plowed. He didn’t see the black ice, but his toes felt the ice, the immediate foreboding as he slipped, sore ankle twisting and hit the frozen asphalt cracking his head open. He felt the split happen, the skin breaking and widening until the split stopped cracking upwards.

He only got a glimpse of the sky before he lost conscious quickly. The only thing to keep him company was the thought of what would happen if he didn’t wake up in time to get home before dark. Somewhere between consciousness he heard the sudden crunch of gravel under tires, the squeal of brakes jerking to a stop suddenly. He opened his eyes slowly, focused them up in the baby blue sky. Unaware of the black ice stained with his blood. A blurred figure appeared in his sky then, sam felt as if he were suddenly floating into the sky. He felt a low thrum, the sound of an engine. A flash of white light shone in his eyes making him blink.

“Son, can you hear me? Im Doctor Roy. You’re going to be all right.” Faces blurred around him in a swirl, but Sam got the drift that he was in a hospital. Suddenly Sam heard someone say, “Hell, that’s Lily’s boy there, she’s been looking mad for ‘em all day and night.” And, “Heard he went missing da other day. Crazy with worry she’s been.”

Sam’s thoughts went back to when he had been trying to get home. Centered mainly on Lily, his mom. He’d been trying to get back to her, his older sister, and the twins. All he had wanted was to see his home again. The farm. He pictured the farm in his mind, the image in his mind of the day he had come home from being gone almost a year. It was summer time, the roof orange from the setting sun. The farm was in the middle of nowhere, nothing but acres of farmed and empty land, trees and lakes. He had hated it, hated the place, hated the memories that surrounded it. But now, it was all he wanted to see. His father had been a suicide; A shot gun, in the corn field behind the house. He was a great man, his mother would still say even after he’d destroyed them with his selfish act. Sam had found him, eleven years’ old at the time. He’d been in his room playing when he heard the shot, going to his window he looked out at the corn field he knew his father had been working in. Sam remembered that it was a clear sunny day, running deep into the middle of the corn field, able to go exactly where he knew his father would be, and froze at the sight of his lifeless hero; The dark haired man, the olive toned skin, his dark brown eyes. Dead. Lily always did say that he’d gotten his darkness from his father. Dark chocolate hair, skin a light olive, and the darkness to his blue eyes. Sam’s mother was the opposite of his father, she was light. Her hair was long and the color of golden wheat, skin milky in winter and golden in summer, and eyes a pale blue. She was beautiful and bright. Sam had turned comatose at the shock of it, unable to move. The blood on the corn stocks dried long before he was found there. It left his mom up to do all the work, and raise new born baby twins on her own. His sister had taken mostly the role of babysitter, and a heavy load fell on Sam as the man of the house now. Mom fell in debt. Sam soon fell into a depression, using and abusing drugs, he often wondered if he had inherited his fathers broken-ness, and then his own attempt at suicide failed. He was a runaway at fifth-teen, at a city far from home he lived homeless on the streets, pick pocketing, doing drugs, stealing, and finally getting caught. It was either jail or... His mother vouched for him, he would get a job, and straighten up. He came home. The two-day car ride home with his mom was in complete silence. Like now, he’d been home for two weeks only, it had become a quiet and awkward home. Sam hadn’t had a buzz since he returned home. He wouldn’t do it again either. Suddenly something floated to the surface of him memory, ‘So much sin’, the vampire had said. Did he know the bad things Sam had done?

Sam felt a pinch and a hot sting on his arm. Sleep came automatically. When he awoke, he sat up, startled when he was looking at himself in a mirror across the room in the bed he was in. The hospital bed was uncomfortable, the white night gown he was in was to thin and scratchy. He could hear a woman’s hysterical crying and yelling that she “Wanted to see her son now!” Dully he realized it was his own mother’s voice. His embarrassment replaced with fear suddenly, it was night, and not a single light was on in the dark room. The shadows. Sam started to tremble, was he afraid of the dark now? He heard then his mother yell, ”I want to know who did this to Sam!” With sudden shame, Sam wanted to hide. The doctors had told his mom that Sam had been what?... Molested? Raped? He heard the room’s door open, sitting up, he looked out the window. He heard his mom gasp. His face, badly bruised, he looked monstrous in bandages and the swelling. When sam had seen himself in the mirror, he had been unmoved by his appearance. It was only to be expected when something like... what had happened? Marius, was he a real vampire? Coffin? Vampire? He avoided his mom as she sat on the bed, he could feel her eyes on his heavily bandaged throat. He wondered what his voice would sound like. What with the bites, strangling, bruises, infections and sickness running through his body... it would probably sound really bad, he thought with somewhat amusement.

“I see. You still don’t want to talk to me.” She got up to leave. Sam, feeling disgusted from what happened to him, feeling sick from the flu he had from being in the snow, but even more worst than those, making her worry sick about him. He didn’t want that guilt along with all this pain. He needed to make up with his mom, now. She was almost out of the room. A hot flood of salty tears leaked from his eyes, scalding his cheeks.

“Mom.” Sam said loudly in a rasp. She stopped. “I need you.” Sam whispered, praying she would come back to him. The tears spilled from her too as she laid down next to her son on the hospital bed. He held her in a tight grasp, a hug he would not let go of until they both awoke the next morning.

When Lily awoke, she found Sam staring at her lost in deep thought. He was silent for a moment, then he spoke. “I just kept seeing him laying there. Over and over.” He was crying silently. “I couldn’t take it any more.” Sam closed his eyes shaking his head. “Im sorry.” For leaving, giving up, hurting you . . .

Sam’s mother hushed him as she rocked him in her arms as he sobbed. “I... understand. Why didn’t you just tell me? We could have gotten help. Together.” She said. There had moments when everything has just become too much for her. He didn’t answer and she didn’t need him too, she understood and wouldn’t judge him. After a while when he had calmed down enough, she asked him, “Sam, I need to know who did this to you.” She needed to hurt whoever had done this to her son.

Sam’s arm fell down from around her. He lay back on the bed curled up, his back to her. His eyes stared unseeing at the ceiling. “I don’t remember.” He said emotionlessly. He lied. Sam touched the bandage around his skull. He’d gotten staples for the gash on the back of his head. He glanced at his mother, she knew him so well, did she know that he had just lied? But what could he say really? That a vampire took him and had some fun with him? Who would believe that? He didn’t even believe it himself anymore. And what made him sick to his stomach, was he didn’t know if he would have called it rape anymore.

After being questioned by a police officer, and then the same questions over again by a detective, he was aloud to leave the hospital.

While in the car riding home to the farm, his mom held his hand the whole time. Comforting him, telling him they were going to get through this together. His elder sister was the one who opened the front door for him and ran to him, hugging him tight.

“Im all right.” He told her patting her on the back. She let go and he went to his room after kissing the twins on their heads. His room was a comforting sight, it felt like it had been along time since he’d seen it again. The dark navy wall paint, hard wood floor, the two windows and an old computer on a small desk by one, a tall chester drawers, and his twin sized bed against the wall behind the door. He sat there dazed on the low bed in just black sweat pants. The past few days ran through his mind, it all felt like a dream. He had needed a blood transplant, and he had a month supply of take home bandages for the wounds on his body. He would need to take iron pills for a while, and he would need to go back for a checkup. And therapy? It had been recommended and encouraged, but Sam even shook his head no at just the thought of it. His breathing was raspy from the flu he was recovering from. Sam glanced at his bare chest and quickly looked away, bruises covered much of it, and there were taped down bandages scattered everywhere. He lay down feeling safe for once, to be able to sleep at last was like a burden had been lifted from his shoulders. Before falling asleep he wondered what Marius did when he woke to find no Sam. Sam wondered if he’d be alive right now if he didn’t get out of that coffin. A paranoid thought then, could Marius have been there at the hospital, with Sam not knowing, vulnerable when he had been in a drug induced sleep? Sam scoffed out loud, it just didn’t seem possible any longer. Sam’s thoughts continued to be doubts, doubted the fact of there ever being a Marius. It did not happen.

He awoke startled at what he’d been dreaming, strong hands and searing kisses in the dark. Inhaling deeply and his heart racing, face hot, he flattened his hand over his erection to will it down. It was night, he shook the dream off and sat up placing his feet on the floor, one foot in an air cast. He was confused for a moment at where he was and how he got to be there, then recognition set in and he yawned, running a hand through his messy hair and wincing when he accidentally touched the gash there. A delicious smell that wafted from the kitchen told him it was dinner time, and once donning a T-shirt he went downstairs. In the kitchen his mother was at the stove cooking, he hugged her from behind. As he turned around to sit at the kitchen table, he yelped, jolting back. The red coat lay folded on the chair at the round wood table.

“Why is that here?” Sam gasped pointing at it wide eyed. His mother spun around at his exclamation. Confused when she saw that it was the lush red fabric that Sam stared at horrified, as if he’d seen a ghost.

“They just handed it over to me at the hospital! I thought it was a really nice cover so I didn’t say that it wasn’t ours.” Lily spoke quickly, stunned at his reaction and slightly spiffed at having to confess to her son that she’d stolen. “What’s wrong Sam?” She asked seeing how he held his hand over his heart as if to keep it from bursting through his chest, and just staring at the red fold square.

She thought it was just a pretty floral quilt that she could probably lay at the bottom of her bed. She hadn’t unfolded it and seen that it was a coat fit for a king, or the unbelievably beautiful black pearl buttons, or the strange designs all over the coat.

Sam’s eyes snapped to her. “Nothing.” He said quickly and smiled at her to reassure her. She sighed and went back to the stove stirring whatever was burning. Sam grabbed the coat up quickly and quietly, keeping an eye on his mom to make sure she didn’t see. He went out the back door to where the trash cans were. Yanking the metal lid off he stuffed the thing savagely in distressed. He backed away from the can breathing haggard. He tried to calm down when all he wanted to do was scream, his hands reached behind his head taking in deep breaths. He opened his eyes. It was night and dark. He looked around at the shadows suspiciously. He realized his feet were bare on the snow and hurried back inside the house.

They sat down at the table like a family. Sam’s heart feeling light. He couldn’t believe he had left this, had forgotten this part about his family. The cheerfulness and merriment at the table lulled him to a peaceful sleep. His mother woke him as she finished cleaning up the table. He went upstairs after wishing her goodnight. He could hear loud playing in the bathroom from the stairs, the twins were taking a bath getting ready for bed. Upstairs in the hallway he could hear the aerobics video playing in his sister’s room as he passed her bedroom door. In his room he sat at the small computer desk instead of going to bed. As the old computer booted up, a thousand thoughts ran through his mind. His fingers ran over the key board hundreds of times, his eyes moving fast over words, taking it all in as he dug up information that the internet provided on vampires. What the vampire had said kept nagging at him though, ‘So much sin’. Why had he said that? Out of curiosity he looked up sins and came upon sin eaters, and was fascinated by what he read. It did not fit the vampire he had encountered, but in a way, it did.

Sam thought about everything he researched on the internet. True, it seemed to Sam that he’d been redeemed in a way. His sins as if washed away. He had finally talked to his mother about father, like it was a confession. But the creature its self had said it was a vampire, Sam remembers vividly the gleaming fangs. So why did Sam keep going back to the sin eater definitions? Had it actually been a sin eater, in some way? Or just a moral vampire who only fed on sinners? Sam felt kind of sour at that thought.

“Im not a bad person.” He whispered to himself, face glowing from the computer screen.

Whatever had happened, Sam was beginning to doubt again. But, Whatever it was, he felt like he’d been given a second chance.

The next day Sam woke up feeling warm, but he felt like something was wrong as he lay there, not wanting to wake up quite yet. What was it? There was something very different. His was very comfortable in bed, so what was... He jolts at that. Sam sat up getting dizzy from sitting up so quickly from laying down. He’d fallen asleep at the desk. He was sure of that. His eyes popped at what he saw laying draped over him, he clenched at it more in relief than fear. The red coat.

He was positive that the vampire had visited him... yet, Sam was still alive..

The End.

note from me.
i keep doing these rape/confused, was it rape? stories.
i dunno, i guess i start off in a twisted mean mood but by the end i seem to always want it to end good, like the disney movies and they lived happy every after...
wrote it in 2005. its old and i updated it somewhat so it didnt sound like it was written by a kid. if it still does...whoops.
and oh, my ending, it blows. but its what i got, and when i try to change it, i have to change it right back cause it only sounds right that way to me.
and yes, marius looks like marius played by vincent perez in that one movie, you probably know what im talking about...
sorry if my whole rape/or not confuses you... it confuses me.
and just to put it out there, i know rapes not to be messed with, and i dont mean anything personally with it when i screw around with the concept in my stories.

well, if your interested?, heres a possible further installment?, or better ending?.
POSSIBLE EXTENSION.(?)
-weeks before he finally bucked the courage up and returned to the spot.
Was there a warming and all the snow melts? or is still snowy?
- the vampire is sitting in a chair, looking down at the ground in deep thought. He is slumped in the chair. Legs out and splayed apart. In deep thought. The human was a threat to him. He should not have left him alive.
-Sam stared at course he was petrified. what was he thingking coming back?
s-I’ve come back.
m-I see that. The vampire snapped at him. It was almost too obvious that the vampire was humiliated. Or bewildered. or enraged?
s-Will you hurt me? Sam asked boldly, he could barely control the tremors, not from fear, but from the fire that ran throughout his body.
-The vampire stared at him for a minute before looking away, shaking his head no in an almost defeated way. His face snapped back to Sam’s, why was he still here. ’What?. Do you want my word?’ he whispered in a hiss.
-Hearing what the vampire had said was good enough for him. He couldn’t contain himself any longer.’No. I trust you. Sam said.
-The vamp’s eyebrow rose. He was even more surprised as he watched the boy walk over to him pulling his sweater off over his head and dropping it to the floor. Marius did nothing as the boy leaned down and kissed Marius right on the lips. A frozen second before Marius reacted passionately. Drawing the boy onto his lap. Kissing and rubbing till he stood, hands grabbing the young mans butt as he carried him over near cushions on the rug laying him down on the floor.
M-This won’t end well.
S-Ill take my chances.

CONVOS?
S-What are you doing down here?
M-Sleeping. Passing the time
S-What woke you up?
M-You . . . And at the time I was starved and blood thirsty.

M-This won’t end well.
S-Ill take my chances.

?-the vampire sneaking into his room at night to be with him.
?-midnight romps in the cornfield?
lol.. that was cheesy! ROMPS!!what a great word

well, thanks for reading... i guess.