My name is Joseph I am 13 years old, and have been for the past 142 years. My kind has many names, best known as the vampire. This is my story, the story of how I got my soul back and learnt to love again. My story starts on a cool summer night in the state of Maine, on Old Orchard Beach.
I woke that night the same as I have for years now, alone. I slowly made my way out of the old deserted shack and onto the empty sidewalk. I could see the lights from Palace Play Land shining and lighting up the sky already, the noise of woman and children and men raising in the air mixed with sirens and noises from the rides and the arcades. The Smells of fried dough and pizza mixing with the repulsive smell of car exhaust. I hadnt fed in days now and was growing weak needed to feed, so many to choose from, which one to take. Nothing could prepare me for what was about to happen that night, for I was about to do something I hadnt dared to let my self do for years, fall in love.
I was walking through the arcade when I first spotted him, my angel. He was siting on a bench across the street feasting on a piece of pizza. From first glance he looked to be eight or nine, the most beautiful creature I had ever laid eyes on. His hair looked to be blond under the darkening sky, his cute little torso exposed from his unbuttoned Hawaiian shirt. His skin a golden tan with little darkened boy nipples, smooth and hairless. As I move closer he looks up, our eyes lock I am frozen in a trance. My body shakes with a feeling so overwhelming I want to scream. He gets up and throws out his plate and start walking toward the peer. I fallow him watching him from behind. I keep my eyes glued to him as he approaches a man, who I assume is his father. Youre late! I here the man yell in a drunken voice as he lands a blow to the boys face. I am enraged as memories of my own past start emerging at the sight. Im even more enraged that no one even does a thing to stop this man as the boy cries and pleads for the man to not hurt him. I start to approach just as a woman rushes to them. Stop it Jake you're drunk SLAP you stupid asshole. Im amused at the sight of the little woman putting this big man in place, a smile creeps over my face and I find myself laughing. Even the boy giggles at the sight, temporarily forgetting his pain. The woman picks him up and starts to walk away with him, Dont come home until ya sober up, your enough of an ass with out bein drunk she says as she walks away. You stupid bitch, ill deal with you later! the man yells after her. No you wont I think to myself as I watch the boy and woman disappear down the sidewalk. I turn my attention back to the man mumbling to himself. I fallow him as he stumbles towards one of the side streets, no doubt looking for another bar. I look around, no one within sight. Good I think to myself as I walk up to the man Hey mister, you look lonely. I say to him as I reach for his crotch, tapping into his brain with my powers. The man just looks at me confused for a few minutes before he pulled on my arm roughly and walks into one of the alleys. Pig I think silently Disgusting fucking pig! OK you little whore drop your pants Jesus this guy is cold, he sure makes this easy to do, no one will miss this pig. Not quite yet, I like to warm my customers up first I say as I sat on his lap and start to kiss him. I make my way down to his neck and I strike. He is a tough one and manages to toss me off him and to the ground. He yells for help, but it is all in vain as I take him.
I left the ally and quickly made my way toward the address on the mans license silently praying to myself that the boy and woman made it there safe. I sit in a tree among the shadows and look through the windows of their house. The boy and the woman are siting at the table. She puts some lotion on his bruise and leans over, kissing his forehead. It will be al right Craig I here the woman tell him. Craig I say to my self at hearing the boys name for the first time. Wanting nothing more at that moment than to just hold the frail boy. Thanks MJ I here the boy say in a quiet angelic voice. Time to wash up and go to bed I here the woman say. The boy sleepily stands without argument and walks toward the staircase and up to the second floor of the house and into a bathroom. The woman goes and sits on the porch, waiting for here boyfriend to return home. I turn my attention back to the boy, now standing shirtless before the mirror. I slip out of the tree and hover unnoticeably to the window where I watch him. I can see now in the light that his hair is a bleached blond his skin, so soft and smooth, his face covered in a dusting of freckles that are barely noticeable with his tan. I see his eyes, those beautiful gray eyes. The boy stands on his tiptoes and turns on the faucet, brushing his perfect teeth and washing his face. I love you my angel I think to myself as I look upon his body. Suddenly he turns and looks toward the window, I freeze, Can it be? I think to my self No impossible. I back off a ways into the darkness as the boy leaves the bathroom.
I turn my attention back to the woman siting on the porch, it is nearing 11:30, he wont be home tonight he wont ever be coming home again I think with a little chuckle. I watch as the woman goes inside and locks the door, a look of relief on here face, dont worry, he wont ever harm you again I find myself saying out loud. She turns out all the lights and heads up the stairs. I see a light come on in the corner window and go to it. I nearly collapse at the sight I see and my anger returned. That pig deserved a punishment worse than what I gave him I think as I look upon the boy. He lays nude on top of his bed, his small butt covered with red scars, no doubt from one of the many beatings he was subjected to from that horrid man. My poor little angel, what did that monster do a hot tear escapes my eye and I feel a burning in my chest a painful burning like a part of me long gone was trying to escape. I see the woman enter the room she stands in the doorway for a minuet before she enters. She to is crying,, she kisses the sleeping boy and goes to the window and opens it to let in the cool night air. She leaves the room, shutting the door. I wait till she is asleep before I Make a move.
I entered the room through the open window standing silently over the small boys angelic outstretched body, his nude frame glistening in the moonlight. Tiny pearls of sweat forming on his back and neck from the summer heat, how much I just want to take him hold him, for all eternity, save him from this hellish life, from the abuse he is suffering. I edge closer to the bed and bend down and smell him, the sweet smell of a nine-year-old boys sweat, mixed with the smell of kids shampoo and baby oil. I extend my hand and gently run it down his spine, and over the crack of his bottom. I suddenly jump back as he starts to turn over and am frozen at the sight of his boyhood. Perfect in every way, small and hairless his little soft penis, uncircumcised, lying against his equally perfect smooth sac, his tiny little balls undeveloped in every way. The craving in me grows stronger, but I hold back, I cant just take him. He needs to want it I continue to stare at his perfect body slowly sketching every feature into my mind, from the freckles on his angelic face to his tiny toes. Hours pass as I just sit there staring at him. Not being able to resist my self I bend over and softly press my lips to his than I whisper in his ear "I love you my little prince" than I turn and exit the home, returning to my hideaway, alone, again as the sun starts to rise
As I laid on my bed staring into the darkness of the room I couldn't stop thinking about Craig my angel. The way his golden skin glistened in the moonlight. Than I suddenly rumbaed another feeling, a feeling that I was being watched. Watched by what or furthermore by whom I kept thinking to myself. Than I remembered something else, a smell, smell of something ancient. As I drifted off into sleep a name slipped into my mind, Tenebre. Than I was asleep.
Back at the tree out side the sleeping child's window ancient eyes reflected the night. Like a whisper of dry leaves a voice suddenly broke through the night." Sooooooooo the wolf cub grows lonely ...hummmmmmmmmm. A new boy? A little "boy toy?"...hehehe... We shall see." The ghostly sound disappeared on a cool night breeze. "I must see this Child." A pale youthful body limmed in the glow of the false dawn, the entity known for the world he inhabits. Tenebre stood over the sleeping boy. Staring at the boys fragile body. A cold, porcelain like finger meanderingly traces its way down the boy's chest. Craig awoke with a start, a cold sweat running down his forehead. He sat on his bed staring wonderingly about his familiar, empty room and at his open window where a gentle breeze toyed with the curtains.
While I slept and the thoughts of Craig and the abuse kept playing with my mind and soon my own memories...nightmares... came back. Memories of how it all started. Memories of how I came to be what I am. In those few minutes all of my past that had been so long buried came rushing back and I found my self trapped in a dream.
The year was 1858, it was the summer of my 13th year. I was living in Salem, Massachusetts with a man by the name of Christopher Johnson who had found it in his heart to take me in. He was a well-respected man of the community, and very rich. But I knew his dark side all to well. I had been living with him sync my 9th year. He had found me in an alley way down by the shipyard sick and near death and adopted me as his own. At first everything seemed wonderful, like a dream but as time slowly passed I found my self a target of his black arts.
The first night with Christopher was wondrous, he was a very good looking gentleman. Tall, about 6 feet id say, well built with long black hair and eyes so blue you could lose yourself in them if you looked to long. His lips were a deep red and his skin a smooth creamy white. When he spoke his voice was soft, yet seemed to shake the foundation. After he found me he carried me into his home, I didn't know what to think or do. Back then he could have used me anyway he desired and no one would think about it, me just being a street rat and all. And I must confess I was very shocked when he turned out to treat me so well.
First thing he did when we walked through the door was to undress me and through my cloths into the fire. I must confess I was very frightened as this man had just destroyed my only clothing and naw was staring at my naked, week body. He kneeled before me and slowly turned me. "You filthy boy, you stink of pigs and trash" is all he muttered to me as he picked me up and carried me into a large room where to my surprise a bath had been prepared already. He proceeded to bath me in a big tub full of strange selling water. But it felt so nice I quickly started to feel lightheaded. As I relaxed more I felt his big hand working there way all over me, taking special care to get me fully clean. He took his time while washing my pre-pubescent boyhood and my butt which made me wonder a little, but as I was about to talk he pulled me from the water and rinsed me off. Lord knows how long it had been sync I had last had a decent wash but I must say, when I got out I did a bubble take as I looked in the mirror. What stood before in the form of a dirty, brown tangle haired boy covered in the filth of who knows what stood a (((if I may say so my self))) good-looking boy. I stood about 3' 8" tall back then, about 60pounds, my eyes were very weird, the color seemed to change with my mood, but were for the most part green. My hair was naw clean and instead of brown and tangled was naw a dusty blond and smooth. My skin was a pale white and I looked sickly even after that bath. (Not much has changed sync then, I had gained 10 pounds or so and grew to 4'3" but all else remains the same for eternity).
After drying and dressing in a fine robe, Christopher led me to a bed room with a very large bed. To my eyes it looked maybe big enuf to fit 20 men. He laid me in the center of the bed and left the room, returning later with a large tray with a bowl of hot broth and some strange tasting water. After he fed me I began to drift to sleep and he removed my clothing and placed me under the covers of the bed. He sat watching my body for a long while in silence before bending over and kissing my lips than he got up and walked out of the room. "What a strange man" I thought to myself as I drifted to sleep.
Weeks passed bye as we quickly came to know one another very well and we became close to one another. We rode around the countryside together and he seemed vary happy most of the time naw that he had me as a companion. But that all changed one horrific night. I awoke with a full bladder that was screaming to be released so I made my way towards the chamber pot. As I was emptying myself when I herd a strange sound coming from the hallway. I quietly tiptoed into the hall and went to the door where I herd the chanting. As I slowly opened the door I saw Christopher, donned in a black robe , kneeling in a circle of what appeared to be blood before a statue of Lucifer. In shock I started to back away quickly but I carelessly ran into a vas knocking it to the floor with a loud....CRASH... I awoke suddenly to the sound of braking glass and laughing coming from outside the shack. "God damned teenagers!" I thought to myself as I sat up trying to clear my head of the dream. I needed to get out of this place and get some air.
The janitor of the bar while taking out the trash had found Jake's body in the early morning. The cops stood around the corpse in the ally scratching their collective heads in the morning sun. The coroner looked at the body completely puzzled. "Don't know chief , there doesn't seem to be enough blood round the body and judging by the trauma to that guys throat, this place should be soaked." Old Orchard Police Chief Davy White stood for a moment thinking to himself before turning and yelling his instructions to the lead homicide detectives. "Detective Lane, I want you and your partner to find who did this." "Perhaps you should say what." "Who the hell are you and what are you doing in my alley." Davy said turning his attention to the direction of the voice. The coroner stould and introduced the man to his side. "Chief White, this is this is Jack Shadow, an ex-proffsor from Miskatonic University, up from Arkham, Massachusetts's he now works in a government funded grupe dealing with the paranormal. His team will be assisting us" Information was extended and names, than Lane and his partner Sean Jakins hoped in there unmarked and hit the streets. There was definitely some strange shit going on.
"So Professor, may I ask what you think did this?" The chief turned asking Shadow. "I have my suspicions, but I cant be certain yet". "Well I have seen a lot of strange stuff around here, and seen some freaky murders, looked like cult and gang mistuf at first. But lately we have been seeing some strange activity in the area, talk about ghosts and monsters and shit. At first I thought this city finaly lost there mind, but now im starting to beleave. But this is different than the others, whoever did this was in a hurry but managed to keep it clean, robery can be ruled out no mony or credit cards are missing". ****
The investigators were still there when I strolled past the roped off ally Shadow's team was working in full force tonight. I was stupid, I should have been more cautious, but I let my anger control me. And in making that mistake, I attracted the attention from the wrong people. This Shadow guy, I've heard of him before. He's a slayer, a demon hunter evryone thought he was a toatle nutcase at first untill a "demon" made an atempt on the presadents life, after that he had all the funding he needed from the Gov. and was assighned a task force. I was going to have to play my cards carefully. I knew there was some strange activities going on around here, to much supernatural activity. But what is it, I knew I wasn't the only Vampire in town, but what happened that would bring Shadow's team here? There hasn't been any grate disturbance in this area, besides some hauntings and the vampire feedings, but even at that they were properly coverd up. ****
Things were getting more complicated than I had hoped, in the last 48 hours I had fallen in love with a boy I don't even know, killed his tormentor and now there was this, Shadow and what about that presence I felt. Can it be that Tenebre has re emerged? I kept thinking to myself. I needed to relax, to clear my mind so I could think. I walked out onto the peer and grabbed some fries and a Pepsi, after last nights feast I wouldn't need to feed for quite a while. Good thing to, last thing I want is a slayer at my heels and they are always rats to feed on if I had to. I finshed off my cola and turned down a side street and headed tward Craigs house. By now they must have herd the news and I wanted to see how him and the woman were doing. ****
As I got close to the house I saw my angel playing outside happily with some of his neiboring kids. I smiled to myself seeing he wasn't to distrought over the mater. I was 2 yards away form his house when I picked up a strange but familiar sent, stoping dead in my tracks I looked around cautiously, than I spoted him. Shadow , siting in a car on the opasit side of the street keeping lookout, than I picked up another sent and my fears were confirmed. Tenebre!! It realy is you, so that explains shadow, but what do you want, why are you back? After all this time. My mind was raceing but soon came to a stop and let my heart take over as I was shaken from my thoughts when the kids baskit ball went stray and peged me in the head. So much for keeping on your toes stupid, I thought to myself as I picked the ball up. Suddenly I was looking down into Craig's beautiful face and trying not to burst out laughfing at his nervousness. " Ummmmmmmm sorry man, didn't mean to hit ya. Can I please have my ball back?" "Don't sweat it kid." But instead of giving him the ball I threw it over my shoulder into the net without even looking, leaving Craig open mouthed and wide eyed. "How...how...how did you do that???' I smiled and ruffled his hair. "You can say I have had a lot of time to practise" I ansord as I started to walk away. This was to much contact to soon and we were being wached by more than one presents. "Hey wait!!" Came Craig's voce behind me, I turned to him. "Yah?" "Ummmmmm I was just wonderin would you like to hang out?" I laughed at his excitement and shook my hjead at him. "If its ok with your mom sure, I was just heading to the peir to play some games." "Don't wory about it, and shes not my mom!" So I grined and held out my hand to him, hell I might as well make the most of the night, "My name is Joseph, but you can call me Joey." "He took my hand and smiled brightly, My names Craig, and that's stepmom MJ". He yell to Mj wed be back later, grabed his jackit and we were off into the early night.
**** That was one of the first time in almost my whole vampire existence that I felt human again. We walked and talked for an hour befor I even sensed Shadows presence. He was waching us closely, so you have come for me old man I thought to myself but little did I know it wasn't me he was after.
**** So Craig I met your stepmom, whrers you dad? I asked bouth knowing and fearing the ansor as I turned from the burger stand and handed him his order. His face became white, almost as pale as mine and he turned away as tears filled his eyes. "He's dead" I approached him slowly placing my hand on his shoulder "I... I'm sorry to hear that Craig" My god, what did I do? I thought to myself Did I do the wrong thing by killing his father? NO! no I did the right thing, the man would have harmed Craig, or worse, I had the power to act and I did'. Craig turned to me with a tear runing down his cheek. "Don't be sorry, he didn't love us. I just feel guilty because I allways wished him ded and now he...he really is and its my fault." Craig brok down and the tears came flowing. I nelt down and hugd him close "Its ok Craig. It isnt your fault, don't ever say that." Shivers ran through us like high voltage shock as I puled him close, our energies mixing. Craig pulleed away, no longer crying but obveously frightend from what just happened, and I must confess as I was to, things were getting strange things like this don't usualy happen between an imortil and a human. so that's what your after shadow'. I took craigs chin in my head and wiped the drying tears from his face. "Sorry, im just actin like a babby" "Don't wory Craig, your just showing you have a soul, you shuld be thankful" `Verry thankful'. This oquerd moment was getting to us bouth so I stood up and started to walk twards the arcade. "You comin or are you just gunna stand there" I yelled to him.
Time flue by as we played the gams and wached the people, looking at my wach I notised it was allready 8'oclock. "Hye joey the fire works are in a half hour lets go get a spot on the beach to wach!" Fireworks? Oh God just run a stek through my heart now!' I thought to myself. Yes, I do love the splended bright colors or blue and green and yello as they lighten the sky and the smell of the smoke as it fills the air, but vampires have verry sencative ears. Oh well, at least I have a good reason' I smiled as craig and I ran to the beach. `This is defanitly worth it!'
**** To be continued?