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This story contains descriptions of sexual acts between boys of similar ages. If this is not to your tastes or is not legal in your locality, please leave now! The story and its associated characters are entirely fictional and any resemblance to people, living or otherwise, is purely coincidental.
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I was born Andrew Desmond Black on September 27, 1985. I had a happy enough childhood, but when I entered puberty, I gained a few inches, a deeper voice and a fear of the way I look. This fear drove me to near eating disorder, depression, and insecurity, which led to short bouts of severe depression.
Now it is September 27, 2001, my sixteenth birthday. I am now 5'11'', 140lbs, caramel colored skin, brown eyes and black extremely curly hair. My day began pretty much as it normally does. I woke up at around noon and sat in front of the TV watching Farscape reruns on the Scifi Channel. At around six I decided I would treat myself to a movie. I took a 30-minute shower and dressed in something from my entirely designer neutral toned wardrobe. When I arrived at the theater, I chose the movie whose starting time was closest to the current time, that movie was, Jeepers Creepers. As I sat in the theater I had the distinct feeling I was being watched, but I dismissed it as me being merely in someone's line of sight due to the movie screen. As the movie progressed, I could not shake that feeling of being watched. It was as if someone was searing me with the red-hot pokers of their gaze. This feeling stayed with me the rest of the movie and subsequently I missed the entire movie. When I left the theatre, I decided to take the back route home, which consisted of mainly alleys. While walking down a particularly dank alley, the feeling I was being watched returned accompanied by the feeling of being followed. Not just followed, but hunted. I quickened my pace in hopes of distancing my self from my hunter. I broke into a run, which evolved into a sprint. Now I could hear its foot falls, accompanied by the primal drum beat of blood pulsing in my ears. I turned around to see my hunter effortlessly gaining on me. My eyes began to dart around in terror looking for some way to escape. I began to feel increasingly like the impala being chased by a cheetah, but this cheetah was guaranteed to catch me. Just as I thought I was going to simply capitulate I tripped, as I fell my mind raced through a million thoughts. That thing is going to kill me? When I land I am going to be in so much pain.
I hit the ground with such forward momentum that I continued to slide for about 15 feet. As I slid my mind went to the state my Armani jacket and Gucci pants when I stopped sliding. Isn't it funny how our minds seek refuge in the worthless things when faced with danger or even death. After I finished sliding, I managed to roll over sit up just enough to support myself with my elbows. That's when I realized the reason I was in such a piteous condition.
I looked up and there was a person, if it could even be called that, it definitely had human form but the wild look in its eye and it's bared fangs led me to think vampire. But vampires weren't real? This was probably some cracked out Goth hard up for cash to pay for another hit. That's when I noticed the bizarre look in his eye, not the look of an addict, but of a feral animal that has cornered its prey. That's when I began to think, that however illogical, this man was a vampire. I began to push myself farther away from him but he continued to advance. Then he launched himself at me with an inhuman snarl. He hit me with the force of a lion and we slid for about 10 feet. He attacked me, clawing at me and gnashing his fanged maw. I fought back as much as I could but I was easily overpowered and finally resigned myself to my fate: death. He grabbed the side of my head, exposing my neck and with lightning speed attacked my neck, leaving a gash, which had, remove a quarter of my neck. He then began slurping lasciviously at the jagged wound as more and more blood spilled from my jugular into it. As more and more blood was drained much of it forming a pool under me and the rest being slurped by this creature my heart began straining to circulate my dropping blood levels throughout my battered body. Once he had had his fill of my life's blood he walked away. I lay there, in a pool of my blood my essence, and thought how much of a mess I must be? Laying here in a pool of blood with a huge gaping wound on my neck. Then the pain hit me, searing pain from the edges of my gaping neck and a burning pain from my scrapes because of the sliding. Then as my body fought harder and harder to stay alive and pain was all my senses registered, the realization came that I was going to die. I had wanted to die in the past but now it was a dreaded occurrence and I began to whimper and gurgle blood out of my mouth. Then my attacker, who had become a retreating blur just inside my peripheral vision, began to come close until he stood over me. He knelt down and I felt something warm dripping into my mouth, believing it to be water I swallowed shallowly. Then he lifted me from the ground, my head lolling on its partial stalk and blood dripping from my tattered cloths and I passed out.
While I was unconscious strange haunting images came to me, walking corpses entering rivers of as far as I could tell, blood and coming out renewed. In addition, during my unconsciousness, it felt as though my body was being torn apart cell by cell, burnt, frozen and then put back together somehow anew. When I awoke, I felt fine. "Fine?!" I thought...after skittering across the ground and having your neck ripped in half. Then I reached and felt where my gaping wound should have been and felt smooth skin.
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