I was told about this community by someone else....

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I take it anyone is allowed to post here?

Well,  here it goes.....

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Author: eltiteretista
Rating: M because of some kind of sex....not the kind that get you pregnant, but still. Also: homoerotism
Summary: Inspired by nothing in particular, I decided to write my own vampire novel. To my horror, I discovered that my story was little more than a sequence of events without a clear plot, just like twishite *stabs self*
(twishite is a really bad series based on Bella-Sue and Edweird and their tru wuv. You know what I'm talking about)

But this is still in progress, so I hope to improve it gradually. I submit it to this community in hopes of criticism and ideas. What I'm hoping to portray is that my vamp is nice to people because it's easier that way rather than he feels like being nice. Also, I'm trying not to make it obvious that this is a vamp story until the biting part.

 

 

It was the nineteen hours on campus. Students went and came from their classes, some leaving for home for the whole weekend, other going for their last lecture of the day. Like any Friday night in any university, parties were being planned, mostly around the number of people and the amount of beer available.

 

Students shuffled to and fro, all of them ignoring the young man who stood against the entrance of the newly-deserted Engineering building, which did not have any late classes. He was dressed in the normal uniform of a grad student: jeans, white T-shirt and a chequered shirt.

He stood rather still, the fidgeting his fingers were doing hidden by his pocket. He kept shooting glances at the dying sun, which seemed to be mocking him in its slowness to set.

 

He heard a pair of feet approach, but thought nothing of it until they spoke.

"Hey...David?"

He turned around to see a stout young man about to be twenty looking at him with timid eyes, despite the fact that he was noticeably taller than him. Dark hair and green eyes towered over the very average brown combination.

 

The shorter person looked at him briefly, then walked inside. "Come here, Andreas."

 

He could hear the second male exhale in discontent at the sound of his name. He himself could not tell why "Andreas" sounded old-fashioned or stupid, but he didn't care.

As they passed the many empty class-rooms, filled with plastic chairs, old blackboards and not-so-old overhead projectors, he had some time to reflect on his current persona. David the veterinary major at university. It fit him, but not very well. He had prefered Felipe the shop-keeper much more. One of his favourites had been John the movie actor, but that had been short because people kept annoyingly checking up on his career.

 

He finally found the classroom he had been looking for, it fit about twenty students instead of the usual three hundred. He turned the knob forcefully, hoping it wasn't obvious he was breaking it by force.

 

He grabbed the other boy's arm as he entered the classroom and he pressed him against the nearest desk as soon at the door banged closed behind them.

 

He kissed him fiercely, not allowing him room to breathe or, more importantly, think. They continued kissing in this fashion until the boy named Andreas was panting, his cheeks flushed and his hips grinding for more.

 

David could hear the palpitations Andreas' excited heart was making. He barely could hear the blood rushing to the boy's cheeks, his brain, and somewhere far more South.

He cold feel himself growing longer, but he could not do it. Not yet. The timing was not right.

 

With a shaking hand that could be favourably misinterpreted, he reached down to the taller's crotch, beginning a massage that would soon send them both in a frenzy.

Andreas moan and shook, occasionally seeking a kiss, but generally too distracted with the hand on his pants.

 

Eventually he could not take in anymore and separated briefly from his lover, long enough to undo his belt and pull down his pants to reveal his very hard member. David took his cue to grab it and begin their erotic dance anew, using his long fingers to make Andreas forget everything except the two of them, screwing in a university classroom. Suddenly the dark-haired one seemed to remember he was the only one with his dick out and move his hands towards the zipper of his lover. But David shoved against him with renewed force, using his other hand to explore the other side of the half-off underwear, and soon his own pants were forgotten.

 

Knowing the moment was near by the short pants Andreas was taking, the shorter boy took a long lick on his neck. Immediately there was a strange prickling sensation on his neck, but the young student was not paying too close attention to his neck. He felt he was ready to burst.

 

Angling himself so that Andreas could not longer see his face, David finally let his long fangs show, readying himself for a meal.

 

Feeling expert fingers pleasuring him both from the front and the back, Andreas could not longer contain himself. Clutching on to David for dear life, he had an orgasm like never before. He hardly noticed that his boyfriend was biting his neck at the exact same moment. He yelled, moaned, and finally slumped, the loss of blood and the after-glow making him sleepy.

 

David lifted the limp body and crudely deposited him on the table, pulling up the soiled pants and underwear without buttoning either.

 

Running his tongue against his lips to lap up any traces of blood, he considered what to do. This was the 21^st century and if a person went missing, it was not going to go unnoticed. Police would be phoned in, parents would be called, a search party would be organized and someone at some point was bound to mention that Andreas had a boyfriend. It could lead to a huge mess if the police found out were he slept and tried to ask him questions.

 

Despite his immense urge to drain the young and healthy man dry, it would be a huge bother to get rid of the body and to get away himself. Despite the scorn he got from other undead, he prefered his own lazy way, pretending to have sex with them while having a meal.

 

Leaning against one of the plastic chairs, he reflected that he had always been notorious for taking the lazy way out of everything. Even back when he was helping in his father's shop in Italia, he had gotten more that one beating for trying to do things faster instead of better.

 

The now rather pale youth stirred in his sleep, probably uncomfortable to have a hard desk as a bed, but did not wake. The vampire hoped that he had not taken too much blood and Andreas would be too weak to walk in the morning. That could lead to bothersome questions. Taking off his useless checkered jacket, which he did not need to keep warm, he bunched it up and put it underneath his boyfriend's neck, to prevent accusations of neglect and sore necks in the morning.

 

Leaning on his chair again, he tried to find a word to describe himself. Lazy would be good, but what about his occasional bursts of activity? He would rather work hard for two hours if it was going to save him twelve hours of menial work. For that reason he had killed his vampire master, which had not easy.

 

But he was more than tired of waiting hand and foot to the man that made him into a Mydian for no apparent reason and one day he managed to lock him out as the sun was rising. It had been a clever plan, because a vampire can survive in the sun perhaps long enough to find shade while sustaining terrible burns, he had to make sure Sid would not find any shade nearby at all. He had found a war-time bunker in the middle of a tree-less plain to serve that purpose, but luring Sid out there had been a huge pain. Eventually he had lied saying that he had found a young virgin interested in escaping her overly religious family in search of adventure.

 

Becoming master-less, he roamed most of Europe by himself, occasionally finding some creatures like himself, but never joining a coven. Since vampires did not eat, bathe or need new clothes regularly, a night-time job and a low-rent home made sure most undead had small fortunes in the time of a few decades. But having a permanent name, home or bank account did not appeal to him at all. It would mean taking the care of making sure the humans suspected nothing and regular trips to the same place every night. How boring a tedious.

 

Instead of making money, he took it from his victims whenever he needed some and if that was not enough, he attacked someone rich-looking. He was fast enough not to be identified and he switched locations enough as to not arouse suspicion.

 

He had really enjoyed the nineteenth century. In any big city, he could grab anyone off the street and one would notice or care. If he grabbed someone important the police might poke around for a bit, they never unearthed anything because he fed the dry flesh to the pigs and burned the bones.

 

Early on he had discovered two rather interesting things: a whore's blood could taste really nasty and an aroused person's one could be delicious. He suspected that sluts had contaminated blood for obvious reasons, but he could not figure out the aroused one. He did several experiments with young women, learning how to use his fingers so they would not suspect that his own phallus had long gone limp forever.

 

He found out that he got the most pleasure when he bit right when the woman was moaning the most. Maybe he was even doing them a favour, they were dying rather happy.

 

But by the early twentieth century advances in science made it harder for him to keep killing people, so he left Europe and walked to Africa. There he enjoyed almost total freedom of movement and stayed nearly five decades. He was annoyed when the country he stayed in became urbanized and suddenly people began to care what his credit rating was before allowing him to rent.

 

Also tired of the relentless African sun, which made him weak even at night, he decided to embark a dangerous journey: over water. Mydians were made weak by running water so he needed to take precautions before shipping himself in a coffin made with wood of his hometown.

 

But he was rewarded: he arrived to the United States in time for the sexual revolution, many young girls were into "free love" and willing to take a stranger into their homes. Abandoning his "wait in a dark alley" tactic, he began biting girls and leaving them alive. It took a few tries for him to get how much he could take right, but he was rewarded with many free meals.

 

As the hippy days died out something else started: gay awareness. Richard [his current name] had never considered trying his sex tactic with men because for a long time he would have gotten rejected. But the more he went to gay bars at night and went to some room with a young man in a tow, the more he found out that men were less likely to seek him out or try to find him after what they believed had been a one-night-stand.