"Don't peek," came Zander's warning as he made certain Devin's eyes were closed before he revealed his glorious present. Devin was going to be so excited, he just knew it! The kitchen might have seemed like an odd place for a birthday present, but the vampire himself was odd so Devin likely expected the bizarre by now. Too impatient to drag on the ( Read more... )

Zander’s whims changed with each passing evening, and on this particular night, he was itching for a shiny new tattoo to replace one of his older pieces. But he didn’t bother trying to do it himself, not when his sister Aria was oh-so-talented at this particular medium. Aria only worked after sundown, of course, which allowed her studio to operate ( Read more... )

No matter how much Devin pushed his buttons, Zander always forgot those transgressions after some quality time spent together in his bedroom. With the way his ghoul looked now, Zander couldn't help but forgive him: flushed skin, crisscrossed welts up the back of his thighs, collared and spent ( Read more... )

Leaving Zander to his own devices often led to bizarre taxidermy creations, or other equally deranged hobbies. This evening, he’d become enamored with a YouTube video entitled Extreme Bubble Gum Tricks, and the sudden overwhelming desire to one-up all of those tricks overtook him ( Read more... )

"Just shove it in! It's not going to hurt. Do it like a man!" Taken out of context, the words would have been suggestive, outright raunchy. But no, Zander was merely showing Lacroix how to press pieces of sharp shark teeth onto the outside of an empty turtle shell to create a bizarre... spiky creation ( Read more... )

Zander lay sprawled on the couch as he looked up at Devin, a devilish smirk on his face as he slowly traced his own fingertip against one of his fangs, just hard enough to draw a drop of blood to the surface. It had been a few weeks since he’d let Devin get his blood fix, and he knew this little stunt would be torture to watch ( Read more... )

If Zander had to hear that Frozen song one more time... he was probably going to rip someone apart. From the commercials on television, to random children singing it on the street, to ads on the radio - he couldn’t bare it anymore, and set out to use his creativity as an outlet to prove his dislike of it ( Read more... )

Zander had hoped his ‘father’ would appreciate his latest creation, the lamb crowned with thorns that had insulted a whole city of Christians... but the disappointment in the taxidermy came across quite clear: stop toying around with animals when humans provide a much more worthwhile canvas. Zander was frustrated that he couldn’t voice the point ( Read more... )

"Oh, hello," Zander crooned, reaching down to scoop up a freshly dead rat from the edge of the street with his bare hands. He examined the rat’s corpse, looking for any grossly large flaws that would make it unusable for taxidermy, oblivious to the ’oh my god’ one passerby gave him, and an ‘eww!’ from another, and a ‘what the fuck, man’ from a ( Read more... )

Zander stood back to admire his latest project, the final touches on the taxidermy piece finally finished after days and days of hard work. The young white lamb had its head impaled with a thick crown of thorns, its hooves and side gouged with wounds. To anyone familiar with Christian mythology, the imagery would be quite clear - and to have a lamb ( Read more... )