Hunger and Want

Warning: Mature, Vampirism, Sexual Situations, Yaoi

Author’s Note: The story written here is not intended for all to read. It is very mature in content as it deserves to be told, and there are several reasons why immature eyes should not come upon the content.

You and I come from a distant century from this, the new era where men and women are both equal. Any human regardless or gender, skin colour - they can celebrate the sinuous dance you and I once enjoyed, pleasure it was, without regret, without discrimination, free to do as they pleased. How much this society around us has changed. And you've changed with it, I see.

You no longer wear your hair long and loose, like you did when we were still together back in that distant century, it is now cropped to the length of your chin. It now feels like an utterly different lifetime. It was in olden London that I fell for you, but you're still enchanting - fetching even, with the new fashions of this modern, dare I say it - better? - world, but the blue silk dress shirt you have on is luxurious. Luxury has always been one thing you never really got to let go.

Then again, who am I to say anything about it? I myself enjoy a brand new penthouse apartment located in one of the higher ends of this city. I'll promise to bring you there. I still have a studio... Can't let go of something like that now can I?

I can just imagine you mocking me with the elements of old fashions I still keep up, simply out of old times' sakes. Foolish, you say, still with your mortal emotions, but the moment I savour your voice is just too sweet, I just let it go with a smile. How long I had dreamed of seeing the face that has haunted me in my sweetest dreams, and finally, I get to see you.

I wonder if you still keep that painting I made of you, back in those lost sublime days. Countless times I've repeated the little exercise, made walls after walls of gardens of the Greek gods and goddesses, Apollo, Venus, Bacchus... all in the likeness of your perfect face, the speed at which I paint making mortals think I was crazed, mad, feverish. But haven't I always been like that, Eclipse? You must remember.

Why have we met again? Each time I think of you it brings about an infuriating mix of pain and pleasure, even to this day. For some unknown reason you stumbled upon this city, this city which is my sole hunting ground now, and brought me here to you with a mind message, in the way only immortals like us know of. You are powerful enough to guise yourself without me noticing you in this city... why do you bring me out to you? Do you miss me?

That little laugh. No longer mocking, now thoroughly amused. Always like that, you've been. Cadmus, you say in a calm voice without accent, familiar, washing over my name, and then you mention my ego. More of those mortal emotions. Do you know how much it infuriates me? You probably do, but it is one of your ways to get a reaction from me. Now, please, no more.

We stand there staring at each other in the street, mortals brushing past us, uncaring. I can't take it any more. I move forward and pull you into a tight embrace, and that familiar scent of yours makes me slightly heady. Funny how through the course of time memory remains in our immortal minds. It drives me mad to how impossible it is to forget certain memories, but right now, I block out everything, the sounds of the traffic, mortal chatter, everything but you and I. Then you finally pull away and call me clingy. I laugh.

I am alive, utterly intoxicated with your presence, and I feel the sudden urge to show you a new sport of mine. I wonder if you have tried it before, know there is a possibility you have, but I don't really care. You should remember all those stiff-necked parties that you and I attended in the past, frolicking, drinking, chattering, utter boredom then. You should see what these modern parties are made of now!

The club that we enter is dark, with strobe lights that easily hide the lustre of my eyes and skin. We're barely noticed, save for a few curious eyes that just happen to look upon us. We brush it away.

Electronic music they call it, so loud you sometimes fear if it might render your hearing for the worse, shouting and screaming and panting mortals, dancing in that sinuous dance. You would never have seen such sensual debauchery in the past, now would you? And the clothes they wear, baring thighs and stomach and flushed, oiled skin whenever they pleased. I can see you becoming enchanted. These are no longer innocents, my love, no more of those beguiling English maidens and boyish beautiful men with rosy cheeks and soft hair. This is fantasy come alive, is it not?

Have I brought you here with a purpose? No. Have you drunk human blood lately? Remember how luscious and sweet and otherworldly mine tasted, Eclipse? I will not give it to you now, if that is what you're thinking. Let's feed on the blood of the tainted. Why, you're laughing again. Too much, and it will infect me! I smile nonetheless.

You can have anyone you want. We're in control. Take anyone you want, girl, boy, woman, man, alcohol and narcotics flow through their warm bodies, they wouldn't even notice if we took a drink from their pliant life-giving necks. They might even find pleasure in it.

They're taking notice of us, Eclipse. Shameless, don't you think, the way they bat their eyelashes, beckon to us, make their dance even more sensual, hoping that we would take their bait? It's all beautiful to me nonetheless. They invite me... so I shall begin my feast! I let go of your arm and let you watch me as I go over to a dark haired girl, bold little fiery one she is, undulating her hips already against mine, and wrapping her warm arms around my shoulders, and kissing my cold lips.

Oh but you're so cold! I hear her say as she pulled away, and I laugh, and don't try to hide it - you are laughing too. If only she knew. She was drunk already, inebriated, with very little control over her body. I beckon you to me, then I stare into your eyes as I sink my fangs in discreetly into her flesh, taking a little drink from her, the blood flushing my pale skin a little. I carefully lick over the wounds, pulling away from her, then I go over to you and wrap my arms around your broad shoulders, and put my mouth over yours to give you some of her blood, still warm, from my mouth.

Her blood is sweet, the blood of the youth. But innocent? In this new era, no one truly is. Rare that we find a child without any knowledge of mortal copulation, how all of that works, death, blood, killing... taboo in the past, commonplace now. Funny, really.

This is a vampire's buffet, and I will show you to it till the end. I am ravenous, and you... well, you're just along for the ride aren't you? Hilarious to see the way you're just standing there stiffly, regarding me as I make my way to another luscious mortal piece of flesh, a young male this time. This time it is not so easy, because he is resisting. It isn't a problem for me... a little mental suggestion and he is warm and compliant in my arms.

Come here. Come here and drink with me. I take his slender wrist and cut it discreetly with my fang teeth, and bring it to your mouth, watch as your mouth cover the wounds and you suck on the holes. Then enough, I knock you away from him when you've had enough of the little drink from him.

Unsuspecting, these humans, thinking there are no true monsters in their midst, when the both of us, the deadly handsome pair we make, are simply their proverbial Devils in the guise of our bodies. They just like the notion of safety in their souls, the comfort that lasts only for so long until they see our unnaturalness, my vicious fangs, and your eyes which is the mark of a Demon Lord, the iciness and the colour unique only to your kind, like you've told me before.

I adore your eyes. Have I ever told you that? Maybe if I did that in the past, I would have made you stay with me for longer. But we both know all too well nothing really stays forever, not even unchanging immortals like us. We get bored and restless, do we not?

Insatiable - this is what I am. I want more. I hunger. I want something more satisfying than just the little drink I had from that mortal girl. But I am careful that I am not sloppy, because with the progression of time, mortals become more suspicious of unnatural deaths. They question. I walk over to another young man, knew he was inebriated beyond recognition, and clouded his thoughts.

He followed us into the back of the club where no one lurked, I made sure of that, and the incoherent mumbles I cared nothing for. You know well of my intentions, and you step aside to watch, but I grasp your hand. Drink with me.

We pin the young man against the wall, and we stand on each side of him, and I see him begin to regain some of his being only to be hushed down by my palm against his mouth. Quiet. I lean in close and pierce my fangs into his jugular, and you finally drop the glamour that carefully concealed your own vicious fangs, and the both of us rip into his throat, drinking in the blood that kept him alive.

How deliciously he writhed and struggled, but under us two he was crushed, drained dry. This was satisfaction. I wanted to celebrate. My heart was pounding in my chest from the rush of blood, and as his body crumpled to our feet, I embraced you again.

Our mouths suddenly met in a hungry, passionate kiss. I've forgotten how easily our bodies mould together, like two halves pieced together as one. Not many things can render me breathless, but when we finally pull away from this, I am breathless and I feel like I am the very Fool for you like I've been since we've met, and I want more. I know you do too.

This condition led us back to my home, and I know I've gotten sloppy without disposing of that body, but I am beyond caring right now. All I want right now is you... and you began to rip the damnable clothes off me as though you're hungry, angry, and I do the same, and we fell upon the bed together, ravaging, possessing each other over and over again. We feasted on blood earlier, and we're beginning a wholly different feast altogether now, consuming one another, leaving me breathless, wanton for more, wanting you, always.