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[adriano vivaldi]

Adriano looked up into Tanner’s eyes and thought of all that he must’ve missed because of his nocturnal habits. How he had never had this before and he wondered how long it would last. His mind was racing to keep pace with his blood. But he had nowhere to swell and release from, it was trapped within him and only he could make sense of it and organize it to a place where it could peacefully rest. There was no break though, his blood rushed with more vigor and his heart beat violently as his mind did laps around his skull when the strong scent of the little vampire blood Tanner had within him dripped over his lacerated lip.

His body was tenser now; his eyes fixed liked an animal on the blood that was barely sticking to Tanner’s poreless fingertip. They then moved indivertibly to the corner of the boy’s mouth where the blood was starting to trickle out. He felt horrible guilt rise over him, this was going to be too hard to stop when it started. Adriano would loose control if Tanner got that blood any closer to his mouth than the current moment. What needed to happen was for Tanner to clean up and his wound would heal and they would just sleep next to each other. Nothing provocative or dangerous there. Sleeping as the sun rose over the house, them safe within the confines of the basement crypt.

Utter doom was upon Tanner as he took this horrible kiss before dawn. The meaning in it was strong, something like what they were doing before, but more. The blood though, Adriano lost it, his mind turning wild, those loving brown eyes rolling back in his sockets before he bared his fangs to bite into the flesh before him. It was intoxicating, what a horrible thing he was when he turned into this monster. Creature without self-control. A vampire’s blood was more precious than that of a grimy murderer though. So much more, it would fill one with complete euphoria and could last all night.

There was the neck, so close now that Tanner was lying on him. Those white eyes saw nothing except the little blood rushing through the veins and pumping in the heart. Quiet literally he saw through Tanner into his bloodstream, everything an eerie red glow. His fangs were bared like a wolf’s and he bit hard into the boy’s neck. No regard for pleasantries anymore. He started sucking out that blood; he hoped he would feel it drain from him too. Of course the last part was a subconscious thought, if the boy didn’t drink back it would be just like rape of the vampire nature and it would leave Tanner completely helpless for at least a week.

But the sweet cold blood of Tanner was being savored as it slid thickly down Adriano’s throat. He gulped at it, his right hand on the small of Tanner’s back and his left hand up to his shoulder now, pulling him flat against him as he already was. He was tightly gripping him, lost in the ecstasy of the exchange of blood. He had never done this before, a new experience with all the rapture anyone could ever feel. It was like being pure and void of all thought. All you had was untainted physical feelings with the feeling of being lifted off the ground but never leaving. There was never a floating feeling, just forever rising in the arms of the other, you are you and they are you and you are them and everyone is everyone. It was beyond anything humans could feel to each other.

[tanner brandt]

He second his lips touched the other’s, he knew he had made a fatal mistake. Of course, this thought was only in the very back of his mind, not present enough to bring him to his senses to jerk away immediately. Had he fully realized it, he might have had time to dodge the man’s violent lunge at his throat, but then again, who is to say that his own speed could beat the stranger’s? Any way he had played the last few seconds out would have resulted in the same ending: a messy and life draining reaction.

The boy had forgotten what a stupid move it was to flaunt his blood in front of the vampire beneath him. Yet he had done it, and not only waved it on his finger in front of him, but also kissed him with his own bloody lips. It was a death sentence to do such a thing. Well, not really a death sentence, it was unheard of to die from a dream, but just turning the somewhat nice dream into a nightmare. Was he aware of this though? Oh, of course not!

Tanner pulled away from the kiss slowly, turning his head towards the man’s neck at the same pace. He really would rather not bite into the flesh of another person, but what were you going to do? The other had told him to, plain and simple. All he had to do was sink his little baby razor teeth into the guy’s throat until it bled, then suck a little, right? But then he remembered his reaction to seeing his own blood, and wondered if something he took to be so simple really would in fact be that easy.

Right as he was about to lower himself onto the stranger’s neck, he felt something pierce his own. The boy couldn’t help but let out a gasp of pain, his body reacting by paralyzing itself and dropping his lower jaw, leaving his mouth agape. He tried to pull away, but it only seemed to tear his neck open further. He turned himself to look at the culprit quickly sucking away his life, but only could see the man’s shockingly white eyes.

He could feel his already weak body getting weaker with every gulp the once kind monster took, no longer underestimating his exhaustion. He couldn’t seem to hold up his head at the moment, so it slowly fell down onto the other’s shoulder, like an infants would when a mother forgot to support it’s head. The boy felt him being pushed against the other’s body as the other man viciously took a hold of what he wanted and made sure that the younger of the two didn’t move away. Oh, believe that the boy did try, he tried ever so hard, but all it did was cause more blood to spill from the flesh wound to his throat. If there was a time to wake up, it was now.

With the sudden loss of blood, he could feel himself going into a minor dizzy spell for a second. Tanner stared at the man’s own throat, his hands still near the man’s face. He wrapped his fingers around the man’s shoulders, trying to pull himself towards his goal. Sure, he was only an inch or two away, but with the grip the other man held him in, it was like trying to drag himself forward while a truck was chained to his back. Millimeter by millimeter he could feel himself nearing the pulsing artery, and he managed a little smile. Just as the other man must have felt right before he had ripped into Tanner, the boy could just see the blood flowing right in front of him, so close to the flesh. It just looked so good.

Within range now, he could smell the blood. Or maybe it was his own, but whichever it was, the scent was driving him as wild as hormones drove young teenage boys. He tore his blade like teeth into the man’s neck, drawing that ever so sweet crimson liquid almost immediately. That’s when the real fun began.

[adriano vivaldi]

He could feel the life flooding into him. The cold dead blood he swallowed down his throat into whatever he had left inside his body. To his heart he could only guess, to keep him strong. But his strength overpowered the boy on top of him who was basically helpless now as he would be within the following week. That didn’t come to his absent mind though. He wasn’t Adriano Vivaldi, the Italian mad who had been turned some seven hundred years ago, he was this beast, the one that his sire had made him. His silent torturing sire. How many times had he been victim to the loss of all his blood by the end of what was supposed to be reserved for love? What was he doing now? Nothing like that came to the surface of his mind.

Finally he felt sharp needles pierce his skin. Blood gushed out in a little mess, Tanner had to start cleaning it up with his mouth now. It felt good to take and give at the same time, the rising feeling was now gone. It had turned into something like an internal seizure. A release throughout the whole body that never got old or felt the same. It was forever new, sparking more longing and ardor in the two who were entangled in the mess of veins and limbs. Except the limbs weren’t really going many places. Tanner was weak already, he had to take more blood to get himself functioning again. Adriano had all the power for some time, he could flip Tanner upside down and throw him across the room if he wanted to. He had no desire to do such a thing, but as an example it was quite illustrative of his supremacy.

How much Adriano would regret the next night when he realized that Tanner couldn’t move more than a few inches. He would be suffering in that coffin with no blood. That’s where Adriano thought the ‘vegetarian’ life-style came in. It was so much easier to feed off animals if you were bedridden. Which was exactly what Tanner would be at the end of this unless he could somehow manage to stop before Adriano did and retain some of the blood he had come with. Of course the power that had come with the transformation was still embedded into his body somewhere, otherwise how was it possible for him to ever get it back with blood from an animal? There were so many things vampires didn’t actually know, for instance, where the soul went when the body died. If you believed in that sort of thing.

The pulse of the blood flowing in and out of each of them was fanatical, it was simply more than anyone could experience. Adriano’s white eyes no longer saw the skin, everything was black, only visible glowing red veins, and they were being pushed to the limit. He was for sure drinking his own blood now, what a different taste it took on through Tanner’s body though. This was going to be so regrettable the next night though; the coven upstairs would disapprove with great distress over Adriano. They wouldn’t reveal themselves to Tanner though, lest he tell anybody. Oh, the things the boy would learn later.

Adriano’s subconscious wondered how Tanner would be later. How he would look at things now that he had had this experience. What would he think of when he realized he had to leave Londonderry and couldn’t return for a good century? Everyone in the town had to die without ever knowing what happened to poor Tanner Brandt. Would he be in downright grief or would he just understand it as he had accepted his fate as a vampire? The things that Adriano would have to go through later with this miserably confused child…

[tanner brandt]

The instant the other’s blood touched his tongue it seemed to instantaneously transform his world into one that he had never before experience and never even imaged possible. It was like an immediate high in the sense that he just felt utterly at content and yet at the same time ecstatic. His mind could barely contain his jubilation, and yet his muscles were calm enough to continue working as if there was nothing else going on. Things seemed to be changing form and color before his eyes, and at the moment he couldn’t even really tell where his eyes were. The only things before him now were the outlines of what his mind considered soon to be gore.

It didn’t seem to matter whether his eyelids closed over his now monster eyes or not, the images of veins, arteries, and tiny capillaries where burned into his mind. He maintained fastened to the other’s throat, making sure not to let a single drop of blood from the incisions, not letting any fall past his lips. He imbibed the crimson delicacy as fast as it would slide down his esophagus, wondering in the back of his mind exactly what he was doing. He really had no idea what to call this action, this creation of a current between the two bodies, or what the meaning behind it was. For all he knew, this could be the ultimate sign of intimacy, but that just wasn’t at the front of his mind at the moment.

Now he was completely aware of the location of all of the blood in his body, where it was coming from, where it was going to, and everything about it. He could tell how much he held within him, and if it was his own or blood from the other man partaking in his action. Eventually, he could even tell when he was sucking back in his own blood. The boy acted as a leech, desperately trying to get as much of the life sustaining liquid as he could, knowing somewhere within his mind that he needed to at least regain the blood that the other man had taken from him, if not more, if he wanted to keep any of his strength. But how would he manage that? Even though he felt incredible now, better than he ever had and ever could have dreamed he would actually, that didn’t mean he had gathered any additional energy.

Oh god, did it feel incredible though. In his current state of mind, he didn’t even care if he got an ounce of that blood back. This feeling, this sensation taking hold of his entire body was more than he thought he could handle, as if every single fiber of his being was straining against the laws of physics to remain connected from the overwhelming feeling. He felt like he barely had any control over himself; his body wasn’t even sure what it was doing. It was as if his mind and physical being were now acting as they wanted to, completely separate of each other. The feeling though, the rush, it was indescribable, euphoric. He could only imagine that this was the sensation that everyone craved in life.

With every drop of blood that touched his tongue, it was like a small electrical jolt shooting through his system, but with the flow seeming to be never ending, the jolts just pulse throughout him. Even a pair, or two pair, of defibrillators set to their highest setting couldn’t reenact this. His fingers dug into the other’s shoulders, trying to keep in time with the palpitation, but failing miserably due to the fact that this strength reserve held little to no energy, even if he felt completely alive.

[adriano vivaldi]

This exchange lasted a good twenty minutes before the sun became an impending threat. Adriano could sense this even though he was so wrapped up in the present moment. His survival instincts were coming back to him as the blood sucking had taken over in a purely animal way. He struggled a little with Tanner before he won the blood back into himself. He had to pull Tanner off of his neck before he would let go of Tanner’s neck or Tanner would end up with more blood than him. His reason had completely flown out the window and he was stuck in primal behavior. He grabbed the boy’s now strong shoulders and pushed him up feeling the ripping at his throat. It was a tricky thing to do, push Tanner off while he still had his mouth attached to his neck. He had to pull at his hair a little bit lifting his head away from the open wound. Finally he had won though and he let go of Tanner’s throat.

He sunk back into the coffin (he had risen with the struggle between himself and Tanner) and put his hand over his closing laceration. He had regained all his strength leaving Tanner with a small amount to survive. He would need care for the next week or so, there would be no way he could move much of himself without having blood in him. Adriano would get to play mommy for the young boy whom he was cradling in his arms. He had whispered a soft comfort in the supernatural ears of the new being and held him close. He was still vaguely aware of what was going on. He just knew that he needed to close the coffin lid and sleep now. He was energized with the new blood in him but at the same time it was physically exhausting to go through those motions with another.

Slowly Adriano’s conscious was coming back to him. He saw the real danger of the sun approaching and the state that Tanner was in. He wanted to curse himself for not being more careful. He felt like a complete fool as he held Tanner next to him. Adriano left Tanner in the coffin as he climbed out gently. He glided unnaturally across the stone flooring and went to his small suitcase. He wore the same pajamas he wore the night he came to Ireland and shook his messy hair out of his face. It was loose now from the vigorous movement of the two males locked onto each other. He ran his fingers through it and stared at the wall. He wished for a mirror but the closest one was upstairs and he didn’t want Tanner to be worried if Adriano were to leave. Instead he took an unneeded breath and turned back to Tanner. He made his way to the coffin and effortlessly climbed back in and settled next to Tanner.

”I’m so sorry,” Adriano said apologizing to Tanner. He was lying next to him, touching but not holding him. He thought that’s what Tanner had wanted, wasn’t that what he was saying when he kissed him with blood on his lip? Adriano couldn’t have controlled himself. What vampire could? Even this seven hundred and twenty-six year old vampire had no control over his supernatural tricks. Blood was blood and from a vampire it was utterly irresistible. Maybe he hadn’t trained himself to control himself. He had never had that experience before, not in where he wanted to participate and wasn’t forced to. It was an entirely different thing occurrence. But was Tanner forced into what Adriano had suffered so many years? He was so anxious to know how Tanner was, if he was okay from the whole ordeal. He had no idea what to think; this boy had just gone through torture and then confusion and then perfect serene clarity. It didn’t seem normal at all, at least the last transition wasn’t.

”Tanner are you okay?” Adriano asked turning himself to face the vampire boy next to him. He closed the lid upon them so they could talk more intimately under the sunrise. Safe inside this enclosure they were so close but Adriano felt so separated unlike the moments before that they had held together. He was worried he had made a gigantic error in doing what he had done with Tanner. He didn’t like how he was feeling at the moment. He wanted his old clarity back. Where he could be happy and affectionate and guiding. Not this worry-wart who might have a messed up relationship now.

[tanner brandt]

If felt as if only seconds had gone by when suddenly there were two determined hands on his shoulders, then a near paralyzing ripping feeling at his scalp as the other man jerked him off of his now beloved blood source by yanking his hair. For a few seconds he tried to get back to the other’s throat, feeling that the other was being rude and completely unfair to just demand that he stop after basically forcing him to start the process in the beginning anyway, but that feeling didn’t last long. After a moment of struggling he realized that his blood was still being drained from his body, and after understanding that he suddenly realized how sleepy he was. In about one half the amount of time it had taken him to gain his energy he had lost it. Lovely.

It seemed that he felt his body lose all momentum at the same time, but really it was probably just spread over the amount of time it took for the stranger to take his blood back plus a little interest. He felt awkwardly to the bottom of the coffin as the other moved off his neck. As if the older man were a father who had just come to his senses after scolding a child too harshly, he held Tanner to him, whispering words of soothing nature to him so quietly that he was amazed that he could even hear them. The boy’s eyes fluttered shut, his body seeming to just be shutting down without consent from him. He didn’t care though, he was so sleepy…

The other left Tanner alone, making sure not to disturb the weaker of the two as he climbed out. It was all Tanner could do to open his eyes and follow the other with them, and barely at that. He thought nothing as the man moved about the room; the only thing his mind was registering was how there were still traces of blood inside his own mouth and on his lips. Wearily and very slowly, he managed to lick his lips, the little amount of the crimson colored liquid still there barely worth the effort to move. Why couldn’t he have just been a regular guy and had a sex dream instead of this dream? While it might when he woke up if he had flipped onto his stomach while he was sleeping and aroused, it wouldn’t be nearly as strange as this. And at least then he could wake up with a smile on his face instead of checking his teeth for red stains.

The man returned, getting back into the same position he had been in before pretty much, except lacking the meaningful caresses he had been giving before. He had genuine sincerity in his eyes as he apologized and as he did so he reminded Tanner of a confused and sad puppy. In normal circumstances, that sight would break the boy’s overly kind heart and he would convince the man that he was fine with it, that nothing was wrong, but at the moment he really didn’t want to talk. Talking was energy, and he didn’t have any to spare.

Just as the coffin lid was closed, Tanner closed his eyes, figuring that if they were going to be in utter darkness anyway, there was no reason to force his eyelids to remain open. As he did, the man asked if he was alright. Kind of a rather useless and obvious question if you asked him, but apparently he felt the need to voice his concern anyway. Then something hit Tanner: the stranger, a man he had never met before he had been rescued, had been calling him by name. It was strange; even in his dreams people never called him by name, unless it was something who knew him very well. Who was this guy, and why did he know Tanner?

He groaned and he shifted himself to face the supposed stranger whose face was only inches from his, yet invisible in the veil of black darkness. Realizing that his eyes were still closed, Tanner opened them groggily, making out only the outline of the vampire-ish man. “You know my name,” he pondered out loud, his voice barely audible. “Who are you?”