Disclaimer: I can't own the story because if I did it would all be about vampire smex and the Vampire Mountain would be called Mountain of Great Phalli!
Info: This takes place several years after the whole story so if you haven't read all of it, read at your own risk! Steve is 18 and Darren is 17. They are both in their last year of high school.
Warning: This story contains non-con/rape in later chapters and is not suitable for viewers younger than the age of 18. Also, this is my first fanfic so please excuse the shabbiness.
Now let the story begin!
Bastard! Dirty, filthy bastard! Steve had been watching Darren and Tom for what felt like hours. They were playing a rather informal game of soccer. Their shirts were on a bench about a mile away in the grassy park. Sweat glistened all over their bodies, but they didn't seem tired in the least. He couldn't believe how Darren could just go frolicking around with someone besides him. They were practically fucking each other ragged the way they jumped up and around each other, their crotches slamming into the other's bouncy butt while they stole and restole the ball from each other. Steve was pissed. He felt cheated that Darren was hanging around with someone else, especially star soccer player, Tom Jones who most of the school lusted after, including the guys.
Steve had always somewhat hated Tom, even though, at first he didn't really know why. It wasn't that Tom was a jerk or one of those guys who felt "entitled" to all the temptations of this world, but every time Steve saw Tom being so cozy with Darren, all Steve could think about was how it would feel to choke the very last breath out of Tom's perfect, little mouth. Similar thoughts were going through Steve's head as he watched Darren and Tom continue to carelessly horse around. He squeezed his fingers into his palms so bad that they drew blood. Wincing at the pain, the sight of the blood swelling up sent Steve back to a very different day years ago.
"Your blood is evil!" Mr. Crepsley cried, refusing to complete Steve's greatest wish. "Someone like you must NEVER become a vampire!" "You're wrong! I'm not evil! Quit saying that! All I want is to become one of you: a creature of the night!" Steve cried fruitlessly. Mr. Crepsley had already made up his mind. Even though Steve begged him for a while after, Mr. Crepsley steadily refused and flitted away in the pitch-dark night, impossible to see, yet alone follow.
That memory-instead of giving way to a strange mixture of hurt and rage- now filled him with a disturbing determination. "Let's see how evil I can be," Steve laughed quietly, already forming the plan to make sure that Darren becomes his and stays his forever. All he needed was some rope, duct tape, and time. With a sick, twisted grin, Steve sauntered off, his mind full of demented and lascivious thoughts.
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