The Vampires Existence- Chapter 1
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AU: Hello everyone, this is my first story ever. If you do not like the idea of teenage boys in love and gay sex, why are you even on this site?
You know where the back button is.
The prologue was really more of a "get an idea of what the characters look like, and how the main character is different than wat he has been trained to be like"
This story contains gay sex between teenage boys and men over the age of 18. And sex between vampires and humans.
This story is mine and cannot be copied or submitted to another site without my permission.
-Raphael
Chapter One
Night time. Time for the hunt. Why do we always go out at night? It's not that we'll burn in sunlight. Rather at night it's harder for our targets to get away.
Tonight is my night to feed. The victim is O-. Male, 5'7, brown hair, brown eyes. Homeless.
I quietly slip into the shadows under the bridge where he is. The smell of urine and feces assaults my nose and I cringe. I see him huddled under a blanket, laying on a flattened cardboard box.
My team is under the other side of the bridge incase I fail to finish the job.
I sneak up to his sleeping form. The horrid smell gets worse but the job must be done. Without a thought I push him forward and wrap my left arm around his throst, cutting off his oxygen so he can't scream. I sit on his back, using my weight to keep him pinned down. Once unconscious I let go of his throat and quickly lean down and bite his throat, draining him of his life. I try to convince myself that I feel nothing yet that feeling again begins to constrict my chest. That feeling I can't explain. I don't understand this.
Once finished I motion to Tyrell for the body bag which he pulls out of his bag. As a team we lift the homeless guys body into the bag and carry it out to the van, carelessly tossing it into the back. And with that, we drove off to the dump site.
We return home where the supervisor Ms. Doyle greets us.
"A success I hope?" She says in her high pitched voice.
"Yes. Of course Ms. Doyle." Says Tyrell.
And with that we go to our rooms. It's like a dorm really. There are four bedrooms. Two to the left, three to the right. The girls are in the left. Us boys to the right. Between each set of rooms is a large living room and a kitchen. There are bathrooms in attatched to each bedroom for privacy and convenience.
I lay in bed awake, staring up at the cieling. I can't help but think about the feeling I had in my chest as I killed the target. It's this weird tightening sensation that makes me want to run. Scream. But I've been taught better than to do that. We all have. Emotions are weakness.
(Flashback)
Ayden stood in a large pale green room filled with other children his age. Their backs straight. Shoulders back, head up. Clothed in white outfits. The instructor stood in front of the boys with steely grey eyes. His greying hair combed and gelled back.
"Emotions are weakness!" He stated in a loud booming voice. "From this day forward you will not be allowed emotion! If you so much as whine, you will be punished! Do I make myself clear?!"
All at once the ten year old boys answered. "Yes Sir!"
"Emotions will only cause trouble. When on a mission, you cannot allow yourself to be distracted."
"Yes Sir!"
"Dismissed!"
The children walked out single file to the next classroom where they were taught things normal children learned. Math, Language, Science (though not how they were created), etc.
(End Flashback)
I close my eyes and take a deep breath to calm myself and drift off to a restless sleep.
AU: Short chapters I know. But they will get longer I promise! It's just really early in the morning. I apologize in advance for any and all grammar errors, spelling mistakes and such.