1Chishio Aiyoku
Summary- Vampires. The creatures of the night. So many names, but in all still a fantasy to most, but what if you were one?
A/N: My vampires are going to be like the Vampire's in the book Demon in my View and in this fan fiction I read about vampires. This means, when the vampires bite their victims it feels like they are in pure bliss not in pain, the vampires saliva will heal the wound, and it means a few more things that will be explained later.
Disclaimer: Don't own anything.
Prologue:
From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were- I have not seen
As others saw- I could not bring
My passions from a common spring-
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow- I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone-
And all I lov'd- I lov'd alone-
Then- in my childhood- in the dawn
Of a most stormy life- was drawn
From ev'ry depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still-
From torrent, or the fountain-
From the red cliff of the mountain-
From the sun that round me roll'd
In it's autumn tint of gold-
From the lighting of the sky
As it pass'd me flying by-
From the thunder, and the storm-
And the cloud that took the from
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view-
- Edger Allen Poe
The boy stumbled out of the dark club with a bottle of alcohol in his right hand. Blaise leaned against the wall beside the entrance to the building he had just came out. He pushed himself off and began to walk the long distance back to his house that included walking down two very dark allies and a short distance through a small forest.
Blaise sighed and turned the first corner that led to the alley closest to the dance club. He threw the half drunk bottle at the wall satisfied when he heard the loud crash of shattering glass.
An arm wrapped around his small waist and hissed in his ear before speaking.
"Now, was all that really necessary?" a mans smooth voice asked, a small snake like hiss as the word 'necessary' rolled off his tongue.
"Yes." Blaise struggled to get out of the mans grasp, only succeeding in getting long, sharp fingernails to slowly pierce his soft flesh letting blood slowly slide down his side.
"What's your name kid?" the man asked, leaning his head down and running his tongue over the soft flesh of the Italian's neck.
"Nhnn. . .Blaise, and yours?" he asked, tilting his head slightly as the tongue continued to run across his skin.
"Shinku." the man said simply and bit down into the soft skin, slowly lapping up the blood that ran from the wound.
Blaise closed his chocolate brown eyes and let the feeling of pure bliss wash over his entire body. He dropped down when the feeling in his legs vanished, the man behind him catching him before he hit the ground or came close to it. Blaise felt the tongue run across his neck once more before the man gently let him sit down on the ground.
Fingers entwined themselves in Blaise's hair and jerked his head back letting the boy finally see the persons face. Blaise felt a warm drops of liquid fall into his mouth and run down his tongue to the back of his throat followed by many more.
"Swallow." Shinku ordered, finally releasing his grasp on the boys hair.
Blaise did as he was told, swallowing the sticky substance in his mouth. He fell forward so that he was on his hands and knees and exhaled hard as he felt his heart stop and the feeling of no needing to breath washed over him.
Shinku leaned down so that he was inches away from Blaise's ear and whispering something incoherent to the boy as he slipped into unconsciousness.