Appearance
Julian Sark woke up with a throbbing head after finally building the Rambaldi artefact he had spent years assembling. The machine began to churn and a sort of black ball of air blasted out of the point of the needle consuming Sark and knocking him out.
He woke up cold, the floor beneath him was marble and emitted now heat. He lifted up his head which had lain against the smooth, icy marble. The first rule to being a spy is to know your location at all times. He looked behind him and over his body realising he was naked. This stunned Sark as he jumped up clasping his knees for warmth and comfort. He wasn't bashful or lonely but he feared where he was, where Rambaldi could have taken him. He could have died, is this death?
There was a static electric like sound and through some type of blue crackling portal out came a man a couple of years older than Sark. It was as if he had been dropped through the fabrics of space and time. He crouched down on his one knee; he also seemed to lack clothes. The young man had thick brown hair, blue eyes and pink pouting lips. He also looked around to see hi location but first he caught the eye of Sark stand there and staring back at him, his arms were folded across his chest, not ashamed of his nakedness. Sark was intrigued by this man and from where he came. However he did not fear him, felt safe, perhaps this man was an angel, he didn't seem like a normal person. The man was too confused about where he was and who this man was to feel embarrassed but then it hit him that he was naked and he hid his manhood.
"Don't worry about it you've got nothing to be ashamed of." Sark said enjoying the man's presents. He had concluded that this man seemed to be more apprehensive then himself which gave him the power. Sark had always been a power seeker in all situations.
"What, are you, why did you bring me here?"
Sark didn't like the use of the word 'what'.
"I don't know why I'm here either, in fact I've only just woke up."
The angelic man paused, not knowing whether this man could be trusted.
"Do you think this is the work of a warlock?" the man said giving up on covering himself and began looking around at his setting.
"Sorry? A warlock?" Sark's eyes frowned a little starting to think that maybe this man or in fact himself had gone crazy.
"Oh great, a mortal." The man whispered under his breath.
"So, who are you, where did you come from?"
The man sighed, "My, name's Chris." He offered out his hand for the man to shake but he refused. "Do, you have a name?" Chris said in sarcasm as the man continued to glare at him. Chris began to feel a little self conscious.
There was a zap and another nude male form appeared in front of them. He was lying on the cream marble, huddled over shaking. Chris ran over to him first putting his hand on his shoulder seeing if the man was ok. Sark strolled over looking down at the third male who seemed older then them both. The man looked up at Chris with innocent eyes before he grabbed the man's head pulling him to his mouth, giving Chris no time to shout in terror. The shaking man sank his teeth into Chris' soft skin and he drank his blood deeply from his throat. He threw the passed out Chris to one side as he leaped up in full vampire face. Sark tried to remain unfazed as he prepared to fight. Sark swung two punches but the vampire ducked a dived the punches. The vampire grabbed Julian Sark by the neck before devouring his warm living blood.
Written by Stalking You Read more like this by clicking on the author name twohalfbreedsandahomo Please review. All reviews accepted
Julian Sark woke up with a throbbing head after finally building the Rambaldi artefact he had spent years assembling. The machine began to churn and a sort of black ball of air blasted out of the point of the needle consuming Sark and knocking him out.
He woke up cold, the floor beneath him was marble and emitted now heat. He lifted up his head which had lain against the smooth, icy marble. The first rule to being a spy is to know your location at all times. He looked behind him and over his body realising he was naked. This stunned Sark as he jumped up clasping his knees for warmth and comfort. He wasn't bashful or lonely but he feared where he was, where Rambaldi could have taken him. He could have died, is this death?
There was a static electric like sound and through some type of blue crackling portal out came a man a couple of years older than Sark. It was as if he had been dropped through the fabrics of space and time. He crouched down on his one knee; he also seemed to lack clothes. The young man had thick brown hair, blue eyes and pink pouting lips. He also looked around to see hi location but first he caught the eye of Sark stand there and staring back at him, his arms were folded across his chest, not ashamed of his nakedness. Sark was intrigued by this man and from where he came. However he did not fear him, felt safe, perhaps this man was an angel, he didn't seem like a normal person. The man was too confused about where he was and who this man was to feel embarrassed but then it hit him that he was naked and he hid his manhood.
"Don't worry about it you've got nothing to be ashamed of." Sark said enjoying the man's presents. He had concluded that this man seemed to be more apprehensive then himself which gave him the power. Sark had always been a power seeker in all situations.
"What, are you, why did you bring me here?"
Sark didn't like the use of the word 'what'.
"I don't know why I'm here either, in fact I've only just woke up."
The angelic man paused, not knowing whether this man could be trusted.
"Do you think this is the work of a warlock?" the man said giving up on covering himself and began looking around at his setting.
"Sorry? A warlock?" Sark's eyes frowned a little starting to think that maybe this man or in fact himself had gone crazy.
"Oh great, a mortal." The man whispered under his breath.
"So, who are you, where did you come from?"
The man sighed, "My, name's Chris." He offered out his hand for the man to shake but he refused. "Do, you have a name?" Chris said in sarcasm as the man continued to glare at him. Chris began to feel a little self conscious.
There was a zap and another nude male form appeared in front of them. He was lying on the cream marble, huddled over shaking. Chris ran over to him first putting his hand on his shoulder seeing if the man was ok. Sark strolled over looking down at the third male who seemed older then them both. The man looked up at Chris with innocent eyes before he grabbed the man's head pulling him to his mouth, giving Chris no time to shout in terror. The shaking man sank his teeth into Chris' soft skin and he drank his blood deeply from his throat. He threw the passed out Chris to one side as he leaped up in full vampire face. Sark tried to remain unfazed as he prepared to fight. Sark swung two punches but the vampire ducked a dived the punches. The vampire grabbed Julian Sark by the neck before devouring his warm living blood.
Written by Stalking You Read more like this by clicking on the author name twohalfbreedsandahomo Please review. All reviews accepted