Deepest Shadows Pt 10
Previous Parts 1, 2, 3, 4,5, 6, 7, 8,
9
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“Night, Lilly,” I laughed to myself taking a small bit of pride in my efficiency, walked out of the obscurity of the alley, wind blowing my collar back as the music roared behind me. Tonight, I was gunna fuck the world…
I was quite pleased with myself. It seems I’d found a way to amuse myself and keep myself fed every night. So I haunted the Drum Riser for the next three nights after the first piece of ass that came my way . I’ve never had any trouble attracting people, it was just the way about me I suppose. The barmaid said she found it odd I never accepted a drink from any of the men who came by; she also cared to remark on the fact that she never saw them again after their night with me. Oh how it was amusing. She called me a little ‘heartbreaker’. We talked she and I, I found her fascinating-as much as one can for one’s own food anyway.
To be truthful I missed Master Ville terribly. Every time I dragged another pretty boy into the back alley I’d let him touch me, stroke me or even grope me, but never kiss me. That was the one thing I held for Ville and Ville alone. A last little piece of me that I still valued.
I felt more cheap and filthy with everyone I took. I was Bam the young vampire whore selling himself to the night. Cliché perhaps? I cant be sure anymore. So what did I do to ease my pain? I drank more. I killed three, maybe even four a night, for those nights the Master was away. That was far too much for one night. I was like an addict and the hunt became my addiction. The more I drank the better I felt, the better I felt the quicker it faded away into misery and the more I wanted. It became a vicious cycle evolved within less than a week. But understand, please, time means very little when you know you are forever.
I would drink until I vomited it back only to just continue my search of more. I would even go as far as not returning home, taking refuge from the dawn in the rat infested sewers or a huge iron dumpster behind warehouses in the area. Thankfully, on the fifth night I did wake back in the marble walls of the castle I’d lived in for so long. I had found my way home from the club that night only to fall asleep on the rug by the fireplace. The place where I’d cried myself to sleep after regurgitating the sickly sweet blood of that night all over me. It gave me nightmares of being alone, the Master never coming back. I was livid. I rid myself of the bloody garment I wore and dragged my weary feet along the winding corridors towards the bathroom. Like all the other rooms in the castle it was black marble with no windows to let in sunlight while we slept; the only window of sorts being a single balcony with tinted glass doors.
Inset into the floor was a large tub, which was rather regal and alongside the roses he loved so much to carpet the rooms with. I ran the water and immersed myself in the welcoming heat . After cleansing my face and chest of dried blood, I lay back in the warmth thinking. The heat felt soothing in comparison to the September winds that blew through the castle. I began to regress. I remembered the years I’d spent in this very place since I came to be here. I was alive then, a mortal boy not more than seventeen. I had made my way here alone, as to why and by what means is another matter for another time. I had no where to go, but I was taken in alongside a man who did not age, whom only slept by day and to me seemed the embodiment of a living god, who I was to learn to be a vampire.
I can't remember when I wasn’t in love with the man I called Master. It seemed so long ago looking back now. I smiled to myself for the first time in days. I lost my virginity in this bathtub, I thought. The night I was made; I was but twenty-four. My birthday gift, if you will, from him, Ville took me for the first time - he was so gentle then. <,I>No, I thought, I’m not staying here feeling sorry for myself - I’ll get out of here. The Master would be home tonight surely and I wanted to make him wait up for me. So reluctantly I left the caress of the water on my cold skin, and dressed (another night of my Master's shirts - they hung so well on my small frame).
My usual seat at the club was empty and there waiting for me, as were all the boys who were becoming accustomed to my presence there. My eyes wandered over the relatively small stage; the vibrations of the speaker and glint of the lights were tenfold with my unearthly senses. A new band tonight - an operatic sort of metal - fronted by a woman from Europe it would appear. I forget the name, however. I did not look for a meal initially, the chase was more than half the fun to the feed.
Now across from me sat a tall, dark haired man with paleness to rival my own. He was slouched appearing to nurse a drink of some form, staring into the bottom of his glass with a look of disassociation in his eyes, yet and air of concentration was about him as he drummed his nails against the cigarette burnt bar top. I had decided, I wanted that one, only he would do for tonight. I made my way over to him and took a seat closest by.
“Buy you a drink?” I inquired self assured.
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Hope that made up for the rush yesterday ^__^ comments are encouraged, much love!
9
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“Night, Lilly,” I laughed to myself taking a small bit of pride in my efficiency, walked out of the obscurity of the alley, wind blowing my collar back as the music roared behind me. Tonight, I was gunna fuck the world…
I was quite pleased with myself. It seems I’d found a way to amuse myself and keep myself fed every night. So I haunted the Drum Riser for the next three nights after the first piece of ass that came my way . I’ve never had any trouble attracting people, it was just the way about me I suppose. The barmaid said she found it odd I never accepted a drink from any of the men who came by; she also cared to remark on the fact that she never saw them again after their night with me. Oh how it was amusing. She called me a little ‘heartbreaker’. We talked she and I, I found her fascinating-as much as one can for one’s own food anyway.
To be truthful I missed Master Ville terribly. Every time I dragged another pretty boy into the back alley I’d let him touch me, stroke me or even grope me, but never kiss me. That was the one thing I held for Ville and Ville alone. A last little piece of me that I still valued.
I felt more cheap and filthy with everyone I took. I was Bam the young vampire whore selling himself to the night. Cliché perhaps? I cant be sure anymore. So what did I do to ease my pain? I drank more. I killed three, maybe even four a night, for those nights the Master was away. That was far too much for one night. I was like an addict and the hunt became my addiction. The more I drank the better I felt, the better I felt the quicker it faded away into misery and the more I wanted. It became a vicious cycle evolved within less than a week. But understand, please, time means very little when you know you are forever.
I would drink until I vomited it back only to just continue my search of more. I would even go as far as not returning home, taking refuge from the dawn in the rat infested sewers or a huge iron dumpster behind warehouses in the area. Thankfully, on the fifth night I did wake back in the marble walls of the castle I’d lived in for so long. I had found my way home from the club that night only to fall asleep on the rug by the fireplace. The place where I’d cried myself to sleep after regurgitating the sickly sweet blood of that night all over me. It gave me nightmares of being alone, the Master never coming back. I was livid. I rid myself of the bloody garment I wore and dragged my weary feet along the winding corridors towards the bathroom. Like all the other rooms in the castle it was black marble with no windows to let in sunlight while we slept; the only window of sorts being a single balcony with tinted glass doors.
Inset into the floor was a large tub, which was rather regal and alongside the roses he loved so much to carpet the rooms with. I ran the water and immersed myself in the welcoming heat . After cleansing my face and chest of dried blood, I lay back in the warmth thinking. The heat felt soothing in comparison to the September winds that blew through the castle. I began to regress. I remembered the years I’d spent in this very place since I came to be here. I was alive then, a mortal boy not more than seventeen. I had made my way here alone, as to why and by what means is another matter for another time. I had no where to go, but I was taken in alongside a man who did not age, whom only slept by day and to me seemed the embodiment of a living god, who I was to learn to be a vampire.
I can't remember when I wasn’t in love with the man I called Master. It seemed so long ago looking back now. I smiled to myself for the first time in days. I lost my virginity in this bathtub, I thought. The night I was made; I was but twenty-four. My birthday gift, if you will, from him, Ville took me for the first time - he was so gentle then. <,I>No, I thought, I’m not staying here feeling sorry for myself - I’ll get out of here. The Master would be home tonight surely and I wanted to make him wait up for me. So reluctantly I left the caress of the water on my cold skin, and dressed (another night of my Master's shirts - they hung so well on my small frame).
My usual seat at the club was empty and there waiting for me, as were all the boys who were becoming accustomed to my presence there. My eyes wandered over the relatively small stage; the vibrations of the speaker and glint of the lights were tenfold with my unearthly senses. A new band tonight - an operatic sort of metal - fronted by a woman from Europe it would appear. I forget the name, however. I did not look for a meal initially, the chase was more than half the fun to the feed.
Now across from me sat a tall, dark haired man with paleness to rival my own. He was slouched appearing to nurse a drink of some form, staring into the bottom of his glass with a look of disassociation in his eyes, yet and air of concentration was about him as he drummed his nails against the cigarette burnt bar top. I had decided, I wanted that one, only he would do for tonight. I made my way over to him and took a seat closest by.
“Buy you a drink?” I inquired self assured.
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Hope that made up for the rush yesterday ^__^ comments are encouraged, much love!