Author: Lostiawen

E-mail: Lostiawen

Rated: NC-17

Pairing: OMC/OMC

Summary: A day in the life of a modern vampire. 

Archive: My site. 

Feedback: Yes, please.

Warnings: Cream facial, vampire sex, a bit tongue in cheek, Goth bashing. 

Author´s Notes: This was an original story that I wrote, but I wasn´t able to get it published.  Probably because of the geeky tone.  So, I decided to publish it myself. Enjoy!

Posted Dec.  11, 2005

What have we come to? In the days of old, we were feared. Humans were our prey and we hunted them, the thrill of stalking them singing in our blood before we brought them down and fed on them. 

Many of my brethren did not. I did. 

I chuckle as I read the e-mail I typed up so many years ago. It's incredibly melodramatic, but every word of it is true. Many vampires have gone into hiding, including myself. 

I found refuge in the corporate world. My current job involves griping at a piece of stubborn code in a company located in Silicon Valley. The Technology Boom was a blessing for me, as many programmers kept unusual hours. However, I'm very sure that none of them share my heritage. 

To alleviate boredom, I joined a role-playing game carried out strictly by e-mail. It was a horror scenario, and my sense of perverse humor dictated that I take the vampire character. The piece of e-mail I had just mentioned was my character introduction. 

The mystic had already been claimed by someone named Brad. The two of our characters had clicked after a few sessions, so we began chatting with each other online to flesh out their off-screen interactions. The two of us got along so well that we became 'Net friends. 

I smile when I hear a beep from my chat program. It's Brad, right on time, as always. 

mouse: Kyle, are you working late again? 

cdestlkr: I always work late, you know that. I can't sleep, clowns will eat me. 

mouse: :)

mouse: It's morning here in Australia. So, do you have time to do some impromptu role-playing? 

cdestlker: Sure. This stupid code won't compile. It's your turn to set the scene. 

mouse: All right. Lucius is researching the source of vampirism in his study. 

cdestlker: Cool. Then Pronax will stride in . . ."Lucius, what in Hades are you doing?"

mouse: "Quiet. I'm close to unwinding one of the most closely kept secrets. The last secret."

cdestlker: (Getting a little Goth there?)

mouse: (sez you.)

cdestlker: "And that would be?"

mouse: "The method by which vampires were created. I may be close to isolating it."

cdestlker: "That information was not meant for mere humans, Lucius. You know not what you are unlocking!"

mouse: (Mmm. Melodrama . . .)

cdestlker: (Quiet, you.)

mouse: (Well, we all know how much you love Goths.)

cdestlker: (Shut up!)

mouse: (:P)

mouse: "And what will you do, Pronax?"

cdestlker: "Do not push me, Lucius. You are a comrade, but some things are not meant to be delved into."

mouse: *draws closer* *purrs* "And what would you do to stop me, Pronax?"

cdestlker: *licks lips* "Don't tempt me, Lucius . . . it might be . . . fatal."

mouse: *laughs* "All right, I'll leave it . . . for now."

cdestlker: "Good."

mouse: "But you haven't heard the last of me."

mouse: END SCENE

cdestlker: Wimp. :) So when are they going to stop playing around and get it on? 

mouse: I think Jason would fucking freak if Lucius and Pronax started shagging. 

cdestlker: Oh come on, they *so* want to do it. 

mouse: Like I'm going to satisfy your pervy desires and do role-playing porn. 

cdestlker: Wuss. :)

mouse: Doing it for real is *much* better. That is, assuming you really are male. 

cdestlker: We're *not* going to go over that again, are we? 

mouse: Kyle, you've seen dozens of pictures of me on my site, but you've posted squat. What are you, a vampire? 

I grin and resist the urge to type "only on Tuesdays." I tend to shy away from photos, because I don't want evidence of my long life circulating around. 

Besides, I look nothing like a typical geek, and I've had to make an effort to make myself look average. I walk around with a slouch while I'm at work, and I have to wear plenty of blotchy make-up to disguise my skin tone; I also use plenty of pomade to give my hair a slightly greasy, unkempt appearance, and I shun wearing black -- anything to keep me from looking like the stereotypical sexy vampire. 

Brad, however, fits the nerd bill quite well. He's slightly overweight and wears thick glasses. He's not unattractive, but not remarkable, either. 

A small beep gets my attention again. 

mouse: Shit, I have to go to class now. 

cdestlker: Well, I have to get a bite to eat, anyway. 

mouse: K, bye. 

cdestlker: Take care. 

mouse: *waves*

After he leaves, I log out. I actually do need to get a bite to eat, but not in the conventional sense. 

Because magic is so weak now, I can't do some of the things I used to. I can't turn into mist, or fly. I don't care, though; hunting is more thrilling when it's difficult. 

It's very late, and I'm the only one in the office. Which is fine, that's one reason why I work here. The other reason is that the security is laughable. The guard sleeps during the night instead of doing his rounds; and there are no hidden cameras to record any of my actions. 

I grab my disguise from my bag and stroll over to the bathroom. Once I'm inside, I change from my t-shirt and jeans into black Victorian-style formal wear and a long overcoat. I break my "no black" rule while on the hunt, because the camouflage is useful. Also, if I wear something distinctive, no one will be able to identify my face. 

Now I have to rinse off the gel and re-do my makeup. There, done. I pull on my gloves and stare at my reflection: extremely pale skin with delicate features; kohl-lined eyes and a full mouth sporting black lipstick. The only thing that shatters the illusion is my wavy, blond hair. No matter; I'm still unrecognizable from the hundreds of Goths out there. 

I laugh as I look in the mirror. I find Goths to be utterly pretentious, and they always make me cringe. Especially the ones that are fascinated with vampires -- they seem to believe that we speak with over-affected accents in stilted Victorian English and are incredibly glum. 

Well, my overly made-up humans, I have news for you: if vampires did not change their thinking and speech patterns throughout the years, we would have been hunted to extinction a long time ago. And if I spent half the time agonizing as much as you think I do, I probably would have been murdered by my own kind for annoying them. And I despise absinthe. Why anyone would drink that crap still amazes me. 

With all of these factors in mind, I decided that it was only fair to make Goths my primary source of food. 

I step into the elevator and take it to the roof of my office building. Once there, I jump onto another rooftop nearby. The waning of my power over time hasn't affected my strength, so I can easily leap across several buildings. 

One thing I love about Silicon Valley is that someone is always working late. I smile as I dive into another company's parking lot. As I figured, there are several SUVs still parked here. I carefully open my mind, focusing on the nearby building. Ah, there. Found someone. He's exhausted . . . ideal for my needs. 

I focus, and give my prey a small mental command. Before long, an engineer staggers out into the parking lot and puts his keys down next to his vehicle. He wanders back into his workplace without a second glance. Perfect. 

I pick up the keys and climb into the SUV. Once the engine purrs to life, I drive into San Jose, my usual hunting ground. 

A small distance away from the nightclubs, I climb to a nearby rooftop. With the invention of blood banks, I no longer have to kill anyone to satisfy most of my cravings, but every full moon, the urge to hunt burns brightly in me, and cannot be denied. 

I leap agilely from building to building, and soon, I can sense it: the pulse of racing blood. I jump onto a roof and wait, my body thrilling in anticipation. 

There it is. My prey staggers out of a bar, quite drunk. He's a Goth boy with the face of an angel. Perfect.  I close my eyes, letting my other senses take over. 

Smell of alcohol, hairspray, and sweat-damp velvet; the slow thud of boot-clad feet against the pavement, the deliciously racing pulse. 

I extend my fangs and shadow him, waiting until he's walking on an empty street. I silently vault off the rooftop and land some distance behind him, just out of sight. As I quietly approach him, I know he senses me. 

His steps hurry. The quickening of his heart finds an echo in my body, and I shiver. 

Closer . . . heartbeat thudding out of control, fear so thick that I can taste it, yes . . . faster footsteps . . . panting . . . biting his lip . . . there it is, the blood. 

Hot, pulsing, thick. I can smell his life's fluid, can almost taste it, coppery on my tongue, activating my primal instincts. 

I leap on him, clapping my hand over his mouth. He struggles helplessly, and my body throbs in response.  I immediately sink my teeth into his neck, feeling his life flow past my tongue. I can taste his fear, his anger . . . hear the drumming of his heart as I drink from him, setting my body afire. 

He goes limp in my arms, and I feed until I'm sated. I only need a pint from him, and once I'm done, I lick the wound closed. 

I probe into his mind and convince him that he passed out in this alley after he left the club. I don't need to do anything more; I'm sure he'll explain away the weakness caused by the blood loss. 

I ease my victim down onto the ground and leap back onto the nearby rooftop. I return to my stolen vehicle, drive back, and leave it in the proper parking lot. I then reach out with my mind and tell the owner to fetch his keys. Afterward, I return to my building, pausing to re-apply my geek disguise before I settle down my cubie, happy and full. It would have been more convenient to go home before the hunt, but I work from just after sunset to an hour before dawn. And I really do love my job. 

Hmm, I wonder if the other vampires have to deal with horrible spaghetti code? Maybe I should have hunted down the person who did this and drained him dry. Nah, geeks have too much sugar and caffeine in their blood for my tastes. 

***

When I get in the next evening, my manager comes by to visit. Hope it's not another fire. 

"Hi, Rob. What's up?"

Rob replies, "Are you busy? I'd like you to meet the newest member of our team."

"Sure. Things are kind of quiet now."

"Great. Come on over to his cube with me."

I tag along behind Rob and we walk to a spot a couple of rows over. As I look in, I have to avoid licking my lips. The new engineer is beautiful: shoulder-length dark black curly hair, a slender build, porcelain skin, incredibly high cheekbones and soulful brown eyes. 

His eyes scan over my face, appraising me with a cold stare. Uh oh, I just noticed the ankh. And the fact that he's wearing all black. I have a bad feeling about this. 

Rob says, "Sebastian, I'd like you to meet Kyle, one of our architects."

Sebastian? Oh no, tell me he's not . . .

"Sebastian Leroque," he says in an obviously fake accented voice. 

Shit. A Goth. And that name is incredibly phony. I think my left toenail is more French than he is. And he reeks of cloves, which is magnified by my heightened sense of smell. Ugh. 

Hmm, he's staring at me. Time for me to burst his bubble. 

"Kyle Baker," I say. I notice his nostrils flaring at my very American and completely un-Goth last name. Good, I'd love to take him down. 

I lock onto Rob's mind and I mentally tell him to go away. He excuses himself quickly. 

Once he leaves, I turn to face Sebastian. "Leroque? That's an unusual French name."

Sebastian replies, "I changed it. I had a frightfully uninteresting name before." I try to avoid rolling my eyes. Wait . . . there's a picture on his desk. I study it more closely, and I see him with a bunch of other people. Oh great, I recognize the overabundance of PVC fetish wear and goofy clan pins. Not only is he a Goth, he's a vampire worshipper. Someone shoot me now. 

Still, I have to be polite. "Um, nice photo."

"Oh yes, it's from the last gathering I went to. My clan upset the balance of power and we now are the overlords of the domain."

I can't help it, I snort out loud. 

"You find this amusing?" he replies. 

"Of course, I do. You sound fucking ridiculous."

He glares at me. "How dare you insult one of the Chosen?"

All right, time to take off the kid gloves. "Chosen, my ass. What makes you think that modern day vampires would behave this way? If they dressed up like that and staged wars, wouldn't normal people find that suspicious?"

"We operate under the cloak of the night," he intones. 

"And if the vampires were as numerous as they are at these 'gatherings', you could swing a dead cat and you'd hit one at any time. Some cloak of the night."

"Silence, I will hear your insults no longer." Oh my, I think I annoyed him. 

"What are you going to do? Bite me?" I say before I walk back to my cube. 

A chat window pops open just as I sit down. 

mouse: Hey, what's up? 

cdestlker: We have a new engineer. 

mouse: Cool! 

cdestlker: He's a Goth. 

mouse: Uh oh. 

cdestlker: And he's a vampire worshipper. 

mouse: Yuck. Is he at least cute? 

cdestlker: He's drop dead gorgeous, that's what makes it even worse. 

mouse: Wow. What a pity. 

cdestlker: As long as he doesn't get in my face I should be okay. Otherwise, I'll have to open up a can of whup ass on him. 

mouse: Ooo, flex your mighty coding muscles, baby! 

cdestlker: Silly. 

mouse: :) Shit, I gotta run. Busy today. 

cdestlker: All right. Catch you later. 

mouse: And see if you can take a picture of the Goth boy. I want to see for myself if he's drool-worthy. :)

cdestlker: Maybe. 

mouse: Please? *makes puppy dog eyes*

cdestlker: Argh! Not the puppy dog eyes! 

mouse: :)

mouse: I really have to run. 

cdestlker: K. Bye. 

mouse: Bye. 

As he exits, my annoyance has disappeared. I really do love talking to Brad. He makes the night go so much faster. 

****

I fall back into my usual routine. Sebastian's actually not a bad coder, and as long as we don't talk about vampires, we're fine. We finally agree to disagree, so we have a tolerant working relationship. 

Everything's merrily humming along until the next full moon. I'm typing away in another window when I hear a soft chime. I minimize it, wondering what Brad's up to now. 

cdestlkr: Hi! 

mouse: Hi! 

mouse: I won't be on next week. 

cdestlkr: Why? You've never skipped before. 

mouse: I've got some important exams, and I need to study. 

cdestlker: Well, that's fine, we're entering a busy portion of the cycle and I'll be up to my eyeballs in work. 

mouse: Still . . . :( I'll miss talking to you. 

cdestlker: Yeah, me too. 

mouse: Maybe Sebastian can keep you company. :)

cdestlker: Don't even! I'm going to regret telling you about him now. 

mouse: You brought him up first. 

cdestlker: Yeah, I know. My fault. 

mouse: Don't worry, I forgive you. 

cdestlker: Thanks. :)

mouse: :) Bye bye. 

cdestlker: Bye. 

After an hour, it's time for the hunt again. I don my Goth camouflage and head out. 

As I'm climbing the rooftops, I scent something unusual. Smell of bloodlust, but tinged with something else. Something primal. 

That scent touches something deep within me, and I feel a new hunger. I can feel my pulse racing and my breath begins to hitch. I close my eyes, feeling the thrill surge through my body. It's been too long since I last had a lover, and I feel a familiar ache inside of me. 

Suddenly, my hair stands up on end. Damn! I've been a fool. Something . . . something out there is hunting me, thirsting for my blood, luring me in by somehow touching my mind. 

I stealthily leap to another rooftop and disappear into the shadows; listening for my hunter. I can't see, smell, or hear it. Damnit, this is nothing like I've ever encountered before. 

I feel my heart racing, and I hate it. I know the flutter of it is exciting my hunter further. I'm not stupid, though. I need to hide until I can study this new opponent. And then it touches my mind again, I gasp as I feel the phantom caress across my cheek. Whatever it is, it's still potent enough to retain mystical power. 

The touch strokes lower, ghosting over the back of my neck. As much as I try to resist it, I find myself melting as the caress glides down my skin. Ah well, I can think of worse ways to die. 

My face is pressed forward, and a form shimmers into view . . . I'm still confused, and I only get a fleeting impression of features: satiny alabaster skin; tapered, slim form dressed in a sinfully tight black jeans and an overcoat; thick blond hair. 

That's all I can take in before a firm mouth presses against mine. Oh yes, my stalker is definitely male. I open gratefully, feeling a tongue slide against mine, and I taste copper. 

My body is soon afire as the lingering blood from his last hunt swirls through me...and impressions assault me: the lovely smell of fear on the last human he fed on, the flutter of his victim's heartbeat as he pounced . . . Is he another type of supernatural creature? Before I can think more about it, bloodlust takes over, driving away any coherent thought. 

I moan into his kiss, swiping my tongue around to clean off the last traces of the precious fluid. Liquid heat is shooting through my veins and I arch against him, craving more. 

I feel my shirt opening and a hand skims down my chest. I release a strangled cry, craving more as his scent envelops me, making me feverish. 

He slowly maps every inch with small swipes of his tongue and nibbles of his teeth. Each tiny bite sends shocks through me, stirring me deep inside and making my cock harden. My other limbs feel sluggish, and I can't resist as he pushes my shirt off and presses against me. 

He nuzzles my throat and he murmurs, "Tomorrow."

Then he's gone, leaving me cold and abandoned. When my senses come back, I notice that it's about an hour until dawn. 

Damn and double damn. I have just enough time to return my stolen vehicle and drive back to my house before the sun rises. This hunter is a big cock tease, which really pisses me off. 

I make it back to my house and settle into my dark bedroom in the nick of time. I hope he doesn't try to kill me this way, because frankly, I don't think I could deal with the frustration. 

The evening seems to drag on before everyone finally leaves. I'm pretty cranky today; missing a feeding does not put me in a good mood. But I can try again tonight. However, since I know that something is stalking me, I arm myself with a Glock. I snort as I put it into my shoulder holster. I bet Sebastian would have insisted on a sword. 

I take to the San Jose rooftops, on the alert with all of my senses for any danger. 

Wait. There it is. I heard a noise to the west. I start running in that direction as quietly as I can. 

Ah, I'm gaining, closer . . . closer. As I continue forward, the smell of cloves suddenly assaults my nostrils. 

Sebastian? But I was sure that I saw a blond. As I pause in confusion for a split second, I feel my mind clouding again. Damnit! He must have used a mental suggestion last night to make me think he had a different hair color. I try to push him out of my head and turn the tables on him, but his psyche is strangely resistant. 

The clove smell fades, and I scent his hunger again. Wait, something's off about it. Concentrate . . . Oh hell, I was wrong last night. He doesn't crave my blood; he's hungry for my body. And I'm not going to resist. 

Sebastian is suddenly by my side, wrapping his arms around me. The moonlight adds a glow to his faint pallor, making him appear almost ethereal. 

He cups my face in his hand and brings our lips together for a searing kiss. As our tongues wrap around each other, I feel sharp fangs. I almost laugh out loud -- of course, a vampire disguising himself as a Goth. Who would think that such a poser would be the real thing? 

And not only real, but with more power than I possess. I don't have that level of psychic ability. Before I can ponder this further, he captures my mouth again. Damn, can he kiss. 

Sebastian's fingers make quick work of my shirt, and he starts grazing my nipples with his fangs. I moan as he delicately pulls them into sharp nubs, and then he cups my erection, massaging it until I'm about to go crazy. 

"Sebastian . . ." I say thickly. 

He murmurs, "So, Pronax, what do you think of my meddling now?"

Okay, now I'm confused, and that makes me pissed. I glare at him. "You must have swiped that from Brad's mind, because you look nothing like him and you sure as fuck aren't from Australia."

Sebastian grins. "Kyle . . . I hacked into a server and faked it so that it looked like I was sending e-mail and chat sessions from outside the States."

What? You know, come to think of it, every time I talked with Brad, Sebastian was in his own cubicle. And he could have easily swiped his "picture" from a million different places. 

"Fuck, I'm an idiot."

Sebastian growls, "Enough talking." He crushes our lips together and I can't help but made a small noise into his mouth as his tongue possesses mine. My cock hardens in response to the teasing, slick strokes. 

His mind touches my own, sensitizing my exposed flesh. I suddenly feel the night air caressing my chest, flicking across my body like icy tongues. 

As I shudder, he strips the rest of my clothes off and grasps my erection. I cry out, pushing myself into his hand. The feel of his warm skin in contrast to the cool breeze stirring against my torso sends a ripple of pleasure through every inch of my body. 

Sebastian suddenly engulfs me with his mouth, taking me all the way in. I groan loudly, losing myself in the wet heat surrounding me, trembling when his fangs graze my tender flesh. I'm not going to last. 

Just as I get close, the haze comes back, keeping me on the edge. Sebastian's dark eyes are glittering with amusement as he continues to suck on me, his tongue swirling in a wicked dance over my hard erection. 

He pulls off my cock with a soft pop and takes a step back. Holding my gaze, he strips his clothes off, moving gracefully. His body is as perfect as his face, and my breath catches in my throat as I watch him. 

Once he's naked, he pushes me down onto his discarded clothes. I land harder than I should, but before I can bitch, he kneels above me, straddling my face. 

"Suck me," he growls, rubbing his dripping cock on my lips and painting them with pre-come. "I know you want to."

That's all the invitation I need. I hungrily swallow his cock, relaxing my throat as he feeds it all to me. Once he hits the back of my throat, Sebastian thrusts his hips, fucking my mouth without mercy. 

"Shit . .. yeah," he moans. "Love watching my dick sink into you. That mouth of yours is made to suck cock."

I apply more suction, pressing my tongue against the underside of his shaft, and slurping as loud as I can manage. I'm sure that I sound like a complete whore, and soon enough, Sebastian trembles, his muscles standing out in bold relief. 

"I'm close," he gasps before he suddenly pulls out. His hand is blurring over his cock, tugging on his erection until he throws his head back, climaxing with a loud groan. 

He spurts over my face, and I quiver as I feel his hot load coating my cheeks. I open my mouth eagerly, flicking my tongue out to catch the streams of liquid. As the last jolts of his orgasm subside, Sebastian leans in and cleans off my face with long swipes of his tongue. 

"You're trying to kill me, aren't you?" I groan as he rolls to the side. 

"You can't kill the undead," he laughs. "Although you can try fucking them into the ground." He presses a renewed erection against my hip. 

I moan as he rubs against me, feeling my balls ache even more. He's still holding my orgasm back, and I'm getting frustrated as all hell. "Please tell me you have lube."

Sebastian gives me a cheeky grin before he reaches into his overcoat. He pulls out a small bottle and smears the gel on his fingers. 

Licking my lips, I spread my legs open. He pushes a finger in, and I involuntarily spasm around it. Fuck, it has been too long. 

"You're so tight," he mutters. 

He's about to stretch me some more when I stop him. "Just hurry up and get inside of me now," I say as I grab the bottle of lube and slick him up. Once he's prepped, I position his dick and wrap my legs around his waist. "Come on, fuck me."

Sebastian obliges, burying himself to the hilt inside of me in one thrust. Shit! My body isn't as eager as I am, and a bright lance of pain slices through me. It fades quickly, though, and I pull Sebastian closer. 

"I'm okay," I murmur. 

He gives me a quick kiss on the lips before he moves, pulling back as far as he can before he thrusts forward, ramming into me. I wanted it hard and fast, and I'm getting it -- he's pounding into me without mercy, shoving me backward with each thrust. I cry out as he reams me, and my whole body sparks as he passes over my sweet spot. 

I'm aching all over. Every nerve inside of me is screaming for release, but he keeps me holding me back. "Sebastian, please," I whimper. "Please, I need to come."

He grabs my cock and purrs, "Show me."

The haze suddenly disappears and I sob in relief. Sebastian jabs me again, and that's enough to send me over edge, bucking furiously into his hand as I come. I clamp down, and Sebastian trembles before he slams forward once more, biting my neck as his climax rips through him. 

Sebastian touches my mind and the world suddenly combusts into a white-hot light. My scream turns into a loud wail as his orgasm tears through me; shattering me to pieces as it adds to my own. My hold on reality completely unravels and I surrender myself, flying high for what seems like an eternity. 

When I finally come back down, Sebastian is standing over me. He's already dressed and he's smiling with amusement. 

"So, I guess it was good for you?" he says. 

I flip him off. "Smart ass. Don't get too smug because you were able to mind control me." I frown. "We haven't had that kind of power for centuries. How did you pull it off? And how can you stand the sun?"

Sebastian replies, "I'm not pure vampire."

"What?" Oh, I'm witty today. 

"Belief in my mother's kind is still strong in the modern day, so she retained her mystical abilities and passed them on to me."

That makes sense. But one question still needs answering, "Why me? I'm sure you could find someone more exciting."

Sebastian says, "With all of the hiding you were doing, I guessed that you were either extremely ugly or really fuckable. And I also wanted someone who could keep up with me."

"Oh."

"I just knew you'd reply with something eloquent," he says dryly. 

"Fuck off. I haven't eaten yet, and I need to hunt tonight."

He grins. "There's still time. If you don't mind, I'd like to come along and grab a bite myself."

"Just don't trip me up."

"I won't," Sebastian says. He runs a finger slowly down my chest. "And I know you'll make it worth my while," he says, his voice lowering to a sultry purr. 

Oh man. This is going to be a wild ride, and I'm going to enjoy every minute of it. 

THE END

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