It all started in the little town of Bathory. A young, teenage boy named Vlad was walking down the street to meet up with his friends. Or should I say his friend and his friend's groupies. He didn't bother trying to make a friendship with them because to them he was another goth kid.
Vlad was just around the corner to the new arcade that just opened up about a month ago when he felt a strong gust of wind that brushed back his raven-black, neck long hair. It sent a cold chill up and down his legs through the cuts on the knees of his dark jeans. His open black hoodie made his arms and body cold; he got small goose bumps up them to his shoulders.
He tried to close his hoodie a little to cover up his shirt. It was a Peirce the Veil shirt his aunt Nelly had gotten him last year for his birthday. He loved how she knew exactly what he wanted all the time; no matter how weird.
Vlad looked up to see his friend, Henry, smiling and laughing happily with his groupies. 'He looks so happy when I'm not there.' He thought as he watched his best friend talk casually to one of the girls in the group.
Vlad sighed and began to walk away. He pulled out his phone and texted Henry a good explanation to why he couldn't make it and how he was sorry. He was walking for 30 seconds when he heard his phone sing Pink True Love from his jeans pocket. It was Henry. He pulled it out and read it.
"Damn. It sucks that Nelly is making you stay home. But I guess it can't be helped. I'll see if I can come over later if you want me too. I don't have any plans."
Henry's text made Vlad smile. He loved how Henry was always so concerned for him. And it was always in the brotherly love way too; which Vlad loved but didn't want just that. He wanted Henry to himself, body and soul. He wanted Henry as a lover.
Vlad sighed as he heard a roar of laughter coming from behind him. He glanced back to see Henry and the groupies coming his direction. His eyes shot open wide as he saw Henry look at him from the back and knew exactly who it was.
Vlad started waking faster and ducked in the alley and started running with speed only a vampire could luster. When he got close to the end he slowed to a walk and sighed yet again. 'Henry had totally known it was me.' He thought to himself looking at the ground. He began walking home again when he heard his phone again. It was Henry's ringtone.
"Hey so much for Nelly told you to stay home huh? What happened? I thought we were going to hang out? If you don't want to hang out in the first place then don't say you do."
The text sent chills down Vlad's spine. He could hear Henry say it in his head. How every word was like venom and cut into him like knives. It hurt like Hell for him to lie to Henry and especially when Henry found out it later.
Vlad sighed again and looked up to realize that he was in front of his house. It wasn't his house but it was Aunt Nelly's and he lived here with her and his uncle Otis, who was a vampire too. Nelly was Average height with chest length hair that was a dark yet light brown color. Her skin was tan and was flawless of any imperfections such as zits or wrinkles. Otis on the other hand was tall, pale, and had golden blonde hair that went just to his ear. They were the most perfect couple, other then they were human and vampire. Vampires weren't allowed to have affections with humans.
Vlad thought about how Henry looked angry when he saw Vlad. He couldn't get that image from his thoughts. He looked up at the porch and saw Otis sitting there waiting.
"Hello Vladimir." He said with a plain look on his face. He looked at the look on Vlad's face and frowned.
"What is it now Vlad?" Otis asked sighing. He looked up at his nephew again and placed his hand down gently on the seat next to him.
"Sit." He commanded. Vlad obliged and sat next to his uncle. He looked at the floor, ashamed and sad. He felt a pushing feeling in his mind and locked his mind off. He knew Otis was trying to read his thoughts. He didn't want anyone to know yet.
It was simple really. It was the fact that he loved Henry and he wanted to be with him as long as he could. But he could never tell Henry. No, not until he was positive. He wanted those long tan arms to hold him, his long tan legs that would chase after Vlad when he ran from him playfully. And most of all he wanted his tan-pinkish lips on his own palish-pink lips. Vlad looked up at Otis and held his hands together.
"Otis, what do you do when you aren't sure if you love someone or not?" Vlad's question made Otis look shocked. He forced a smile and scrunched his eye brows.
"Vladimir, what do you mean?" Otis was ponderous in why his nephew would ask such a thing. He looked as Vlad sighed and stood up.
"I knew it. You wouldn't understand." Vlad said as he walked in the house and ran up the stairs to the library. He walked over to his door. He looked at it and sighed.
He wanted to talk to Henry. He wanted to tell him and that he was sorry and wanted to have Henry forever. He wanted him to hug him and hold him like a lover. And, oh so badly, did Vlad want him as a lover. To feel all of Henry, his most trusted and most adored best friend.
'How could I think like that?' Vlad thought as he shook his head and grabbed the doorknob to his room. He sighed yet again and went into his room. He looked up and saw Joss, Henry's cousin, sitting on his bed. He looked at Joss, shocked and confused.