My Bad Boy Vampire

I Just Dragged It Out

Dylan’s Point of View

 I watched Rowan walk down my sidewalk towards his bike, he turned around and blew me a kiss as I was shutting the door. I was still hopeful he would change his mind and come in but as I locked my door, I realized that was probably not going to happen, at least not tonight anyway. It wasn’t so much that I wanted to bang him as it was that I wanted him to stay. In my warped mind the fact that he opted to take it a bit slow and leave meant that he wasn’t as into me as I was into him, even though everything else that he said and did pointed to the direct opposite of that. That’s what I kept telling myself on my way to the bathroom to get ready to go to bed, alone. After I washed my face and brushed my hair, I decided to take a cool shower to try and cool down after the night I just had, literally and figuratively but as I fell into bed, I realized that it did nothing to ease how badly I wanted Rowan inside of me. I grabbed my vibrator off the bedside table and closed my eyes as I imagined Rowan’s head between my legs as his beautiful lips sucked my clit while his tongue firmly licked it. I imagined him slowly making his way up to my n*****s as he looked up at me taking my entire n****e into his mouth before he moved to my neck. As his lips finally touched mine and our tongues met as his big hard d**k slid into my wet p***y, I could feel my toes start to tingle as the beginnings of my orgasm began. I moaned loudly as my body clenched and shook with the waves of ecstasy that rolled over me.

I was woken up in the morning to someone knocking on my door, I was confused and disorientated as I picked up my head to look at the clock, my trusty vibrator still lying beside me in bed. 7:09 am, who the f**k was knocking on my door so early in the morning I thought to myself as I threw my robe on and stomped to the door, and so help me if it was a Jehovah Witness or some s**t like that. Whoever it was, was going to get their feelings hurt I thought as I reached for the doorknob.

Rowan’s Point of View

 I took the long way, the very long way home after I left Miss Laa’s, the ride didn’t do much to help my anxiousness. I couldn’t wait to see Dylan again, especially now after mine and Miss Laa’s conversation, I was even more excited to start my life with Dylan now that I knew that she and I were meant to be. Not that I needed anyone to tell me that, I knew that when I saw her sitting outside Flops yesterday morning, which was crazy in itself that it hadn’t even been a full 24 hours since I first saw Dylan, I would’ve sworn it had been an eternity, and I knew all too well what eternity’s felt like and the tricks that time plays on you. On the plus side of Miss Laa being Dylan’s neighbor, she told me that Dylan goes to Flops for coffee every morning, which was exactly what I was going to do the minute it got to a decent hour of the morning. I pulled my bike into the garage since I would be taking one of my cars when I went back to Dylan’s. There was no way I was going to be able to sleep, not that I really needed to, vampires can go about a week without much, if any sleep, providing you are well fed and haven’t expended too much energy. I wandered into my kitchen that was nothing more than stage really, I mean the IKEA kitchen showcases saw more action than mine did. I typically don’t have anyone in my house that doesn’t know that I’m a vampire, but you never know. Over the years I had seen enough of what happens when vampires and other supernatural’s let their guard down about protecting their secret, including myself. I swore to myself I would never put myself into any situation where I could be chased from my home like I was when Evis and I broke up. That was a terrible time, in fact it was one of the two worst times of my life, the entire 200 hundred years of it. The other time was actually the cause of what happened with Evis and I. There is an incredible bond that exists between a vampire and someone they turn, much like a bond between a mother and child but way more intense and nowhere near as restrictive. It’s like the bond between a mother and child, best friends, twins, and soul mates all rolled up together and multiplied by a thousand.  My maker, Rebecca, died a horrible death 75 years after she turned me, and it almost destroyed me. Even today, 125 years later it still just as painful as it was the day she died. There was no romantic love between Rebecca and I, it was more of a parental, family bond. She took me under her wing when I was a little boy long before I knew she was a vampire or even what a vampire was. I didn’t have the best childhood or the best parents, but Rebecca always took very good care of me. She worked in the little store in the neighborhood, and she would find little jobs for me to do around the store to keep me busy and close by. It was also how she kept me fed, because no one else was concerned with when the last time I ate was. I am sure I would have never survived had it not been for Rebecca. It never occurred to me that she never changed or aged over the years, I had no idea Rebecca was a vampire until she came upon me, bleeding and dying in the alley behind a bar in the neighborhood. I had been badly beaten and stabbed in a bar fight gone horribly wrong. I loved her so much before she turned me that our bond transcended everything after she turned me. After her death I swore I would never again go through the pain I was forced to endure, ever, and the only way I knew how to avoid that was never turning anyone. Which brings me to how I lost Evis, she wanted me to turn her, she begged and cried for me to turn her, so our beautiful life together would never end. As much as I loved her and wanted nothing more to live forever with her, the threat of possibly having to suffer through the pain of something happening to her after I turned her was too much for me to bear. I ended up losing her and the life we built anyway, she lost herself in the aftermath. The beautiful, vibrant, sweet, caring woman was replaced by a mean, bitter cold woman until she died, alone, years later. Everyday since, I have questioned myself if I made the right decision not turning her. I didn’t avoid any pain, I just dragged it out over time.

I walked into the pantry and slid the decoy wall to the side, revealing the temperature-controlled room where I kept my bags of blood, again not necessarily a precaution I needed to take but doing it made me feel better. I grabbed a bag and finished it in two swallows.