If you happened to be near The Dark Hill Cemetery on one particular night, you would see a tall Asian man darting through the rain and around tomb stones. If you watched closely enough, you would see him force open the door of one particular mausoleum and go inside. The rest, however, you wouldn't see, unless you followed him inside…
Dodger isn't the luckiest guy around. Sure he has the looks, he has the friends, he has the girlfriends, but when it comes to avoiding situations that most people would profit from avoiding, Dodger seems to dive into them head first. One such situation being rain, he ALWAYS gets caught in the rain. A perfect example of shit hitting the fan was a night like any other warm spring night. It was raining, and Dodger was stuck walking home in it. He'd been walking home from his best friend Claude's place, when the sudden down pour caught him by surprise. Now, a cemetery isn't the ideal place to be, especially at night, but it was better than getting any more soaked and possibly catching a cold. He found a mausoleum with the lock rusted off, forced open the door, and went inside. It was cold, and dark, but at least it was dry, relatively. The crypt looked pretty old, and once his eyes adjusted; he saw that it held only one coffin. It was stone, with intricate carvings all over it. It seemed to have grown right out of the floor. Something about it drew him forward, and before he knew it, his fingers were tracing the large cross carved into the lid. That's when he noticed something else. Words, carved into the stone.
"Here lies an instrument of The Dark Lord's Will. May this sinner forever burn within the flames of hell for his misdeeds." Well, that's pleasant. Dodger wasn't the type to fuck around with dead people, but he just had to see this 'Instrument of The Dark Lord' for himself. The stone lid was heavy, but he managed to slide it back a little, the only casualty being that he cut his thumb. He couldn't see a thing inside the coffin, so he got out his Zippo and lit it, flooding the small space with a dim, flickering light.
The first thing that came to mind was, 'This isn't right.' The tomb and coffin had been built long before the turn of the century, the late 1800s maybe, but the boy he was currently staring at looked like he'd been buried that morning. The only thing that made sense was what he was wearing, typical 17th century garb. Plus, what kind of 'Sinner' looks like an angel? Was this some kind of joke? He reached into the coffin, completely forgetting about his cut thumb, and touched the blond boy's face. He was cold, but anyone would be after lying in a stone coffin for a while. He ran his thumb over the boy's lips, and then flinched when he saw the blood he left behind. He went to wipe it away, but a movement under his fingers startled him so badly that he fell backwards onto his ass.
'Did… did he just swallow?' He watched as a pale, slender hand appeared at the rim of the coffin and gripped the side as the previously-dead-boy sat up. He looked confused for a moment, blinking bright blue eyes around their tiny room. He licked his lips, paused, and then licked them again until they were clean of blood. That's when he set his eyes on Dodger. Surprised, it seems, to see someone else there. Then, he smiled and made his way out of the coffin. Dodger crab walked backwards, eyes wide, until he ran into the wall behind him. Frozen, he watched as the boy crawled toward him, the same smile on his lips.
When they were nearly nose to nose, dodger felt the boy's cold fingers on his cheek as he watched him bite his own lip, his canines a bit too long, drawing blood. He crashed their lips together, and as much as Dodger struggled, he tasted the boy's blood on his tongue. He finally pulled away, smiling again. His touch lingering at Dodger's cheek, gentle. "Now, you belong to me." He told him, as Dodger's head began to swim. His vision turned black, the last thing he saw being the blond's pretty smile.