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Chapter 2: Remembering
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It was drizzling lightly outside. The tiny water droplets falling from the darkened heavens splashed against the windows of the bedroom.
A small sigh escaped Eric as he stared down at Ryan. His lover was dead to the world in deep sleep. Eric smiled softly before he leaned in close to the side of Ryan's neck. The vampire's lips parted and he ran his tongue along the still-tender bite mark marring the sleeping man's pale neck.
" Mmm."
A small noise escaped Ryan, his brow knitting in slight pain at the sensation.
" Shhh. It's okay." Whispered Eric as he reached up and ran a gentle hand soothingly through Ryan's short brown hair.
Ryan instantly settled down and his brow smoothed of any tension.
Eric drew back from Ryan's neck. Before his very eyes the angry looking bite mark he'd left on Ryan's neck grew lighter and lighter in color and slowly knitted together till all that was there was smooth and unbroken pale skin. With another sigh Eric smoothly turned onto his side and gently turned Ryan onto his own side and spooned up behind him. Eric wrapped his arms around Ryan and held him close. As the vampire lay there listening to the deep, peaceful breathing of his sleeping mortal lover, Eric's mind started to drift to how this relationship came to be.
He remember that fateful night about three months ago, when he had given in to a primal urge and revealed his true nature to the man he was now laying with in his arms.
Three months ago...
Eric was seething behind the wheel of his car.
It had been a very taxing day at work at the lab and to make matters worse, he and Wolfe had butted head furiously throughout the case. Even after a whole years of working together, their relationship was still so combustible. Wolfe could get under his skin like no other person. Today was the day that Eric had reached his boiling point. He was pissed off and at the moment heading straight for the home of the individual who had garnered his anger.
Eric pulled up in front of a small house located in a quiet neighborhood.
Eric turned off the car and got out of it in the blink of an eye. He all but barreled towards the house's front door with livid purpose. However when he reached said front door Eric stopped and prevented himself from smashing the door in with his fist. He was capable of that kind of strength after all. Instead he knocked on the door with normal force and waited for someone to answer.
A couple of minutes passed then there was a soft click from a lock being undone. Then the door swung open to reveal Ryan Wolfe.
He was wearing a black tank-top and a pair of baggy black sweatpants.
For a split second Eric forgot all about his anger and just took in the sight of the young man standing on the other side of the threshold.
But he shook himself of the rather very attractive before him in time to hear Ryan address him.
" What are you doing here Delko?" Asked Ryan, his voice hard and guarded as he stared at his late-night guest.
" Why don't you guess why I'm here Wolfe?" Retorted Eric bitterly.
Ryan rolled his eyes and shook his head as he spoke.
" Whatever Delko, go sleep off what ever the hell it is you're on and leave men alone man." He muttered and began to shut his front door. The act made something in Eric snap. He literally felt something in his self-control shatter to pieces. Eric's palm smacked loudly against the door halting its movement entirely. Ryan glared at Eric and tried to force the door shut like he wanted to. Eric didn't budge one bit and with a fiery glare of his own he pushed back.
The door and the young man behind it both flew back. The door swung away and Ryan stumbled backwards several steps. While Ryan gathered his whits about him, Eric stepped over the threshold into the house. He closed and locked the door behind him.
" What the freakin' Hell are you doing Delko?!" Yelled Ryan as he glared at Eric in outrage.
Instead of getting a proper answer right away Ryan found himself with all the breath literally knocked from his lungs as his body slammed into the plaster wall. Ryan's gasp for air ended up turning into a chocked-off sputter as a solid, unforgiving hand seized him by his throat and held him against the wall.
" I've just about had it with your crap Wolfe. It's time someone took you down a notch and shut you up for good measure." Growled Eric as he glared at his captive.
Now, Eric was expecting a feeble attempt at breaking his hold so it came as a bit of a shock when Ryan's face transformed into a vicious snarl and he lashed out at Eric with everything he had in him. Ryan lashed out with his fists and his legs, punching and kicking like his very life depended on it. And the effort paid off as a startled Eric's hold on Ryan broke. Ryan sent a full-force front kick straight into Eric's gut. Eric tumbled backwards and had he still really needed the function of breathing to stay alive he would have been winded and dazed. But that' s just it, Eric Delko didn't need to breath, hadn't had to for many many years. So instead, he just pretended to react to a full on gut-shot like a normal human being would have. He groaned and doubled over, all the while he was actually waiting for Ryan to come back within reaching distance.
Ryan was too angered and pumped on sudden adrenaline to see the predatory glint in Eric's slowly turning from deep amber to golden eyes.
" Get outta my house you asshole!" Snarled Ryan as he bound forward and let his fist fly with Eric's jaw being his intended target.
This proved to be exactly was Eric was waiting for. Just as Ryan's fist was about to make contact Eric made his move. Eric lashed out with inhuman speed and in one fluid motion, seized Ryan's wrist and twisted the younger man's arm to subdue him. Ryan's small cry of pain was cut short with a grunt as Eric backhanded him across the face with his free hand. Ryan groaned softly as he felt the corner of his mouth burn. he vaguely felt something warm and liquid trail down the side of his chin. The blow from Eric had split the corner of Ryan's bottom lip open.
Ryan whipped his head back around to face Eric and maybe hit his back with his own free hand. However, when he came face to face with Delko, Wolfe froze completely at what he saw.
Glowing, golden yellow eyes stared back at Ryan, filled with quiet rage... and hunger. Before Ryan could even think about gathering his whits and fighting back to break free Eric growled deeply in the back of his throat and yanked Ryan to him by the wrist he had still twisted in his grasp. Ryan could do nothing except be pulled in close by the now revealed to be not so human man before him.
Eric's free hand shot up and roughly grabbed Ryan by his still throbbing jaw and pulled the younger man even closer til only a few mere inches separated them.
The anger that had been fueling Ryan's strength was gone. It was terror that gripped him now, terror that paralyzed his as he stared into Eric's glowing wolf-like eyes. Eric leered at Ryan, feelings of rage, hunger, and the beginnings of full blown lust coursing through him. The he focused on the small lines of deep red staining the side of his captive's mouth.
As he looked further Eric felt his own blood reach its boiling point as he saw how the blood dripped off of Ryan's chin. Breathing in deep through his nostrils Eric ihaled the enticing scent mingling with the charged air between them. He forced Ryan's chin upward making the younger man's head tilt back to reveal his ample neck and throat. Ryan made a small noise of fear and protest, he swallowed convulsively as he continued to stare at Eric as best he could with his head at the angle it was at.
Eric was riveted to the sight of new dark thin red lines of warm blood slowly snaking away from Ryan's still bleeding lip. His inhuman eyes followed as a couple of thin red tendrils slowly carved smooth paths down the curved side of Ryan's jaw and then down his stretched neck.
To Eric it was one of the most exquisite sights he'd ever beheld in his eternal life. Absolutely exquisite.
Without even think Eric leaned in close with his mouth seeking out the lines of red that stained perfect pale skin.
Ryan gasped sharply and nearly jolted out of his own skin as he felt a something searing hot and wet swipe languidly against the side of his neck.
Eric's tongue. He was licking the blood from Ryan's skin. Eric was savoring the first taste of the crimson ambrosia that ran nearly abundant through his captive's veins.
Ryan inhaled sharply as Eric's tongue finally reached the bleeding cut marring the corner of his bottom lip. Ryan groaned as Eric's tongue swiped fully over the split skin and in the process, the whole of Ryan's bottom lip. It sent a jolt of desire once unheard of through Ryan's body. His heart pounded violently inside his chest. To his confusion Ryan felt the pain tha had been throbbing from the side of his mouth cease all together. Before Ryan could even even begin to wonder why his face had stopped hurting the young man was given another full shock as a molten hot mouth smashed roughly over his own.
There was no gentleness to be found in this kiss. It was probing and near savage in its intensity. Ryan didn't respond at first simply too stunned by the fact that Eric Delko was all but trying to devour him whole. The the terror gripped him again. However, it was not from Eric's blood-thirstiness of before that scaring him, now it was his own body's reactions, his desire to give in and lose himself to this unforeseen passion that frightened him.
Without warning Ryan yanked his head out of Eric's grip with all the force he could muster, breaking off the kiss.
" NO!" He yelled before he shoved Eric away with his free hand. Eric was taken off guard by Ryan's actions, he stumbled back and lost his grip on Ryan's right wrist in the process.
Seeing that he had broken free Ryan wasted no time in fleeing. He raced away down the hall towards his bedroom. Had he taken a look back he would have seen the startled look on Eric's face morph into one of grim determination.
It there was one thing about him and his kind, once a vampire got a taste of blood they liked they wouldn't stop till they had sated the deep, ravenous thirst that sparked up inside of them. The thirst was burning its way through Eric's entire being from the very pit of his stomach to the very back of his throat.
And what would slake this burning thirst had just fled down the hallway seconds ago.
With a low growl and his canine teeth elongating into wicked sharp fangs Eric took off down the hall in hot pursuit. With his speed Eric reached the end of the hall within a couple of seconds just as Ryan himself was reached for the door knob of his bedroom door.
Ryan had it in his stressed mind to get into his bedroom, lock the door, and be ready with the baseball bat he kept under the bed if Eric somehow got in.
Ryan had just wrapped him fingers around the door knob when he felt himself being brutally yanked backwards. He was whirled around and long unyielding fingers somehow tangled in his short brown hair, yanking his head back.
A few seconds later Ryan let out a loud, terrified scream of pain as the side of his neck exploded in white hot agony. It felt like two very large a curved needles were slicing through his skin and the underlying flesh. Eric's fangs continued to dig deeper into Ryan's neck till they finally sank in with ease. He had finally found Ryan's jugular vein and having pierced it with his fangs, the initial geyser of blood that spurted flooded into Eric's mouth.
The feeling that came over Eric as he swallowed his first mouthful of Ryan's blood was indescribable in its gloriousness. What he was tasting now was a thousand times better than the first drops he had tasted after busting Ryan's lip open. He groan deep and low as he swallowed down another mouthful. Ryan however was not yet sharing Eric's enjoyment.
He cried out and moaned loud and hard, struggling feebly to get away from what was causing his current agony.
Ryan could feel himself bleeding out, he could feel the blood pumping out through the broken skin of his neck. His attempts to escape were for naught, Eric's arm around his waist and his hand in his hair were seemingly made of iron, solid and immovable. Ryan gasped and stared wide-eyed up at the ceiling as he suddenly felt the pain dull somewhat.
Now it was pleasure that started to course through him. He started to feel really, really good all over. Unconsciously all of the tension and terror drained out of Ryan's body. Eric easily took all of Ryan's weight as the younger man's knees gave out on him and he went limp against him.
After drinking the thick warm arterial liquid for what seemed like hours Eric finally forced himself to stop. With a low grunt Eric drew away from Ryan's neck. His fangs broke free from Ryan's flesh with a small pop, leaving behind two perfectly circular puncture wounds. Deep red blood trickled free from the wounds. Not wanting Ryan to bleed any further Eric leaned in close and ran his slightly bloodied tongue over the bite marks he'd left.
Like with the cut to Ryan's lip from earlier, the puncture wounds stopped bleeding and rapidly healed all together.
Ryan was in a dazed state, his eyes slightly glazed from the blood-loss he had gone through.
Everything had grown slightly fuzzy. Ryan dimly felt Eric and himself start to move. Well it was more like Eric was doing the moving and carrying/dragging Ryan along with him. Eric made his way into Ryan's bedroom which was as immaculate as the rest of the place. Eric made his way over to the bed, a queen with blue sheets and matching pillows and promptly dumped Ryan onto it. With some poking and prodding he got the younger man to lay flat on his back in the center of the bed.
Ryan's chest moved up and down slowly with each deep and even breath he took in. The terror of before was non-existent now.
Eric stared down at the man from who he had just bitten and drank from. The Vampire felt something hot uncurl in the pit of his stomach as his golden eyes roamed over Ryan's body. He could feel the blood he had ingested burn through his own veins. It left him feeling hunger yet again, but nor for more blood.
He had tasted Ryan Wolfe's blood, now he wanted to taste the rest of him.
With that in mind Eric reached down and gripped the hem of the black tank-top Ryan was wearing. Looming over the still dazed man Eric slowly began pulling the garment off of him. With gently tugging and maneuvering the black tank-top gave way to to reveal the pale and lean torso beneath it. Ryan moaned softly at the sudden exposure of his upper body. His already half-mast eyes fluttered shut and his grip on consciousness was precarious at best.
Eric let the tank-top gripped in his fingers fall to the floor by his feet. Without taking his hungry wolf-like eyes off of the now shirtless man laying before him, Eric reached up and started undoing the buttons of the dark green dress-shirt he was wearing. Moment later the button-up shirt was joining Ryan's tank-top on the floor. Eric reached down and and undid the laces of his shoes before toeing them off, the socks came next. Leaving a pile of clothes on the floor, Eric silently climbed onto the bed.
Ryan gasped softly and made a small noise of confusion as as he felt a presence looming over him. Eris stared down at Ryan, just taking in the sight of him. Feeling his desire spike just that much more Eric moved in quickly and nudged Ryan's legs apart before settling in between them. He leaned in close and Ryan cried out at the solid weight that had settled over him in one of the most intimate ways.
Eric gently took Ryan's face into his hands and held him firmly as he spoke.
" Hey don't fall asleep. Open your eyes Ryan." He commanded softly before giving Ryan a small shake. Ryan's eyes fluttered open just a little. Through the slits of his eye-lids Ryan stared up dimly at Eric and spoke.
" What did... What did you do to me Eric?" He whispered as he tried to focus on the face hovering above him.
" I drank from you, tasted you through your blood. Now I want more, I want you body and I want your soul to be mine and mine alone." Said Eric, his voice husky and rough with want. Then he dipped his head low and swiped a long hot tongue over one of the dusky pink buds that graced Ryan's chest.
Ryan instantly cried out and jerked at the sensation.
Eric wasted no time in taking advantage of Ryan's shock. He retook firm hold of Ryan's face with his hands and dove in, sealing his mouth over the younger man's. Unlike the brutal kiss if before that had already bruised Ryan's lips, this kiss was deep and probing, passionate yet gentle. At first Ryan made small sounds of protest and tried to pull away. Ryan battled with himself on whether to fight the kiss or surrender to it. It was the latter that prevailed as Ryan felt what little strength he had wane.
With a low moan Ryan let his defenses fall away and started kissing Eric back. Eric growled low and deep before sinking down fulling on top of Ryan.
As they kisses Ryan felt the heavy, leaden feeling leave his limbs. He could move his limbs again. Tentatively, Ryan reached up and placed unsure hands over he smooth, muscular expanse of Eric's back. And after a moments hesitation he started trailing them up and down the older man's spine and shoulders. Eric made a deep noise of pleasure at this.
One of Eric's hands left Ryan's face and slowly burned a trail down the younger man's throat, his bare chest, and abdomen before coming to stop at the waistband of Ryan's sweatpants.
A few seconds later these very same sweatpants were falling to the floor, and a pair of dark blue jeans were join it and the rest of the clothes strewn over the floor by the bed.
The soft noises coming from the two occupants on the bed steadily grew louder and louder with each minute that passed by. It was with these noises of pleasure reaching a loud crescendo that the night slowly passes into a new dawn.
And with the new morning, Ryan Wolfe would awake with Eric Delko sleeping peacefully beside him and new, still tender bite-marks branding the side if his neck.
That had been the night, three whole months ago that Eric had taken Ryan, both in blood and in body.
Now they lay together in Eric's bed still entwined, Ryan was molded to Eric's side with his head tucked under the older man's chin. His cheek was pillowed against Eric's collarbone. Both were fast asleep now, the image of contentment and peace.
The Vampire and his Chosen Mortal.