Yeah, Will, I know, i know!," Tryan laughed, slapping William on the back of his head.

Will smiled, flicking Tryan's hand away. "God, your so stupid Try! Why are we friends again?"

Tryan grinned, and he stopped walking. He flashed a sexy hooker pose, smiling devilishly. "Because im sexy,babe!"

Will scoffed, shakking his head as Tryan began walking again.

Tryan sighed happily. "I can't even believe you're here!"

"Ah, just felt an urge to check up on a comrade. Want to go drinking later?"

Tryan shook his head, putting his hands behind his head. "Nope. Where's your dear little slut...what's her name? Ashelu....Ashley! Yeah, where's she?" Tryan raised an eyebrow in question.

Will rolled his eyes.

Tryan smirked. "What, you couldn't get it up for her? Ah, she must be pissed!"

"Asshole!," Will grinned.

"Right back at ya, bitch!"

The two vampires laughed, and then turned a corner.

"So why can't you?," Will asked.

"I promised a bastard i wouldn't eat."

Will's eyes widened in shock. His mouth dropped. "Y-you mean Otis?!"

"Yep."

"Why?!"

"Because i can."

Will frowned, looking away. "You never listened to that asswhipe before. Why now?"

Tryan bit his lip, shaking his head. He turned into a driveway, and William—his friend from the civil war—followed.

Suddenly, Will stopped, eyes widening.

"What is that?," William asked, sniffing the air.

Tryan, who was now at the door, turned, raising an eyebrow. "What?," he asked innocently. He grinned.

He opened the door and walked in, where he was admitted to a cute sight.

Vlad was laying on the couch, sleeping. One of his hands was touching the ground while the other covered his crotch. His eyes were gently shut, but his hair covered them. His lips were parted and there was a pink tint across his cheeks.

"Woah!," Will gasped, walking over to the boy. "Have you fucked him yet?"

"I'm not telling you," Tryan replied.

He sat on the coffee table in front of the sleeping Vlad. He reached out a ran a hand over Vlad's forehead.

Vlad immediately flinched away, turning and curling into a ball. He started trembling. "Im sorry...," he whispered. "Please don't hurt me...I'm sorry!"

"Wow, innocent," Will said. "Who hurt him? You?"

"No," Tryan replied, a bitter taste in his mouth. "His ex-best friend."

"Why doesn't he stop him?"

"Because Vlad is innocent. He doesn't like to hurt people. He rather hurt himself to please others."

"He's retarded, you mean."

Tryan sighed, then laughed. "Haha, no."

Suddenly, Vlad gasped, sitting up strait. His whole body was trembling, and he was panting hard.

"Ow," he murmured, grabbing his face. Then, his other hand slid up to it, and he squeezed his eyes shut, going into a feudal position.

Will glanced to Tryan, who gave him a sharp glare, telling him not to speak.

Will was about to when a hand clasped on his throat tightly. Vlad's hand was outstretched, his fingers wrapped around Will's neck, squeezing the air out of it. His nails dug into the skin, and blood began to leak out.

"Vlad," Tryan spoke softly.

Immediately, Vlad let go, and Will gasped in air, lightly touching his throat.

"Tryan...?,"Vlad asked, turning.

Tryan smiled at him. "Number one pervert standing right here."

Vlad groaned, running a hand through his hair. "I hope you die," he hissed. He looked at Will. "Who's that?"

"One of my friends," Tryan said.

Vlad stared at him, then he blushed deep crimson. "D-did i...?"

Will glared at him. "Yes, you did half-breed!"

Vlad whimpered, shrinking back into the couch.

Will sighed, shaking his head. "I didn't mean it. Sorry."

"Don't be," Vlad replied. "I'm used to it."

Will, a person who usually never felt bad over things, did for this. 'Vlad' was just way too cute to not feel that way. Now he could see why Tryan liked him.

"Ooooh, so that's why you won't go out drinking with me!," Will blurted out.

Vlad's eyes widened, and his head snapped around to face Tryan.

Sheer horror was painted on his features. Horror and pain. "Y-you...you were going to eat with him?"

"No, vlad of course not! I mean i—"

"How long...," Vlad whispered. Tears stung his eyes. "You...you've been feeding haven't you? You don't care do you? There just animals right? *sniff* RIGHT?!"

Tryan was shocked into silence. He didn't know what to say to Vlad...

Vlad, without waiting, stood up and left the house, sobbing.

Ooooooh shit, Will thought as he started to feel the demonic aura radiating off Tryan.


Vlad rampaged through the streets, his fists clenched tightly into balls. How could Tryan do that?! Is that how people were dying now! Was it his fault?!

And his friend.....

Vlad trembled in anger. If someone could kill him now, he would fully embrace it.

So what if he wasn't a vampire? And he was human? Would he matter? No! He would just be food like them, right?!

Vlad could feel tears running down his cheeks, and he sniffed. He wiped them away with the backside of his hand, but they simply kept running down.

Vlad looked around, and he noticed no one was outside. Of course not, it was darkening.

Letting his anger boil up in him, vlad ran to a pole and kicked it.

The pole did some sort of whine-ish noise as it bended.

Vlad yelped, grabbing it and pulling it back up.

Dammit!, he thought angrily.

Vlad still couldn't control his powers yet. Actually, they were getting worse. Everything was getting worse.

Henry was getting rougher in sex; blood seemed like aztec gold that just sitting right there, waiting for you to take it; Vlad's mind seems to be an open book to that fucking liar!

A scream strangled from Vlad's lips.

"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Vlad kicked a can that happened to be nearby, and it was sent fifty feet.

Vlad stopped, listening as it clanged to the ground.

Maybe he just needed to calm down for a little bit, relax. Hell, kick a can around.

Vlad's eyes lowered.

I still can't believe he would just eat them.....

Shaking his head gruffly, Vlad ran after the can, ready to play street soccer.


The sky was extremely dark tonight; it was as if everyone had decided to go green and turn off the lights. You could see so many twinkling stars....they gleamed in the black atmosphere, and I started to make connect them. Like connect the dot.

I found Orion's belt and the little dipper—oh wait! There's the big dipper!

I found myself pointing at the beautiful sky, smiling widely. I was never one for star gazing, but it seemed quite nice. The moon was starting it process again(meaning it was new) so it wasn't out tonight.

It's actually kind of cold outside right now; there's a really bad wind.

I tighten my hoody around my body, and I'm glad, just like another of other times, that i wear a black, thick hoody.

My role in life is not to be cute and skimpy, mind you.

But hell, i don't even know what my role is. I don't know what God has planned for me, even though i don't even believe in god anymore.

He hates me, anyways.

I'm probably nothing to everyone. No one cares about me. And that's where i had made my mistake. I had actually come to trust Tryan. He had made me believe that he was at least loyal to his word that he wouldn't feed on human flesh.

I can't help but stop dead where i am. Another gust comes by.

Tyan....

My heart hurts ever time i think of him, but now, if possible, it hurts more. The load had been easening on me; he was lifting it off my shoulders.

When i came home after a bad session with Henry, he was there. He would spout his rude, perverted comments and get me so angry and centered on him that i forgot about all the pain.

I hadn't noticed it till recently, and sometimes it made me feel good, other times depressed.

I start walking again, but I'm not really paying attention where I'm going.

I have a headache now—great. Perfect.

It's on the left side of my head, in the back; thumping. It stings like fuck, but i don't have any pills to take for it.

Hah, viagra. Did you know that's a sex pill? Yeah, i found out the hard way. I had blurted it out in class one day—the teacher had given us homework, so i said i would need a viagra. If you don't get it, i thought viagra was a migraine pill. Old people get migraine's all the time, and they were dancing around with smiles on their faces—hello?! Their happy their headache was gone!

Yeah well, that's when Henry was still my friend, not a backstabbing bastard who rapes me just for the fun of it.

But i can't help but allow it....i can't take control of him. What right do i have to go into someone's mind and control them? What if i wasn't a vampire, and i was just a human?

Allot of things would happen though, if i wasn't a vampire....if i wasn't the pravus. I might be leading a normal teenage life. I might be....cool, like Henry is.

Oh this is where it all ends. Me comparing myself to Henry.

It's like limbo; how low can you go, how low can you go?

See, now i feel retarded.

I wonder where that can went...i think i kicked it into someone's yard.

Sighing, i push my hands into my pockets, looking at the rode in front of me.

It's such a pretty road....i mean, no lights on, just pitch black.

Oh shit! Am i going delusional now?

I stop once again, running my hands through my hair and rolling my head around, cracking my tense neck.

My hands end up clasped over around my neck.

My skin is so smooth and soft...is it so pale that it shines? Blood.

I place my hand over my pulse spot, focusing my mind on the rhythm. I start to feel it seconds later, beating against my palm.

I start to feel dizzy as i think about blood.

So good, so natural.

I'm a monster, i should be able to drink it, right? I should be able to kill people, no? I was born for that. And i want to kill. I want to hurt people and make them feel my pain..

"GOD DAMMIT!," i shriek, coming out of this trance that i put myself into.

I feel as though my mind is being manifested by little evil demon bugs that are forcing me to think like the devil.

I'm lower then that fucking limbo stick is on the floor!

I notice that I'm panting heavily, so obviously i was actually about to leave...actually about to kill the nearest person i saw.

I place my hand over me mouth, and i feel my fangs.

They don't seem to be retracting anytime soon.

I place my thumb under the sharp point of one. My fang slowly pierces my skin, bringing a sting along with it.

Blood starts to leak in my mouth, so rich and silky........

"NO!," i cry, literally tearing my thumb away. My fangs cut my finger wide open.

"SHIT!"

I grab my finger, cursing violently and rather loudly. I tell my self to stop screaming, but that's really hard to do when blood is sprouting from you finger.

Wait....I....

With my good hand, i reach in one of my deep pockets and fumble around for gauze.

I am rewarded at my fingers scrape against a soft, yet slightly scratchy substance. I immediately pull it out, grinning from ear to ear.

I start to unwrap it, and then place it around my thumb, lacing it around my thumb thickly.

When i am done, i tear is off with my teeth and place the rolled up bandage scroll in my pockets again.

That is my first aid kit without the important stuff.

But you'd be surprise how well gauze can do on it's own.

Shoving my hands back in my pockets lightly and wincing at the harshness on my finger, i start walking again.

I have no fucking clue why I'm walking in the middle of a road, but no one seems to be driving.

I wish i had brought my knife; those are always easier to slice your wrists with. I also wish i brought my journal, who knows what Tryan is reading in that....

It's okay Vlad! I don't mind that you sucked my blood!

I couldn't help but remember those words that had been said so long ago. Henry was the one who stated them. We were so young; so happy. I had cried that day—bawled my eyes out. All until Henry caressed his head, saying it was okay that i stopped. Then, he had kissed me on the cheek. That was the first time i had ever been kissed, and it was the first time it made me feel all tingly and warm inside. I refused to let anything touch that cheek for weeks.

I'm tired of being your bitch.

That tingly feeling went away immediately. It had always rested in my heart, reminding me of Henry's promises. And now, it all shattered into a billion pieces. A 'bitch'. I wasn't even aware i had did anything. But i had let him go. Let him fly free from the cage that held him down. I had done the ritual two weeks ago, a few days after Otis left.

So now, Henry was fully away from my grasp.....right?

Wrong. I could still feel him. I could still feel the link that connected us. Henry didn't notice, but i did.

Your such a slut, Vlad.

I don't know what those words meant. Was i happy that he was talking to me? Mad and depressed that he was raping me? I didn't know.

Hell, i don't even know why I'm even thinking about Henry.

I just want to get rid of myself. Maybe my goal is to drown myself in pity. Oh! Maybe I'll get so depressed I'll kill myself!

I wonder how Otis would feel. Hell, Otis wouldn't care. I can't even seem to contact Otis.

No one loves me anymore. Nelly's to busy, Tryan lies, Henry's a raper, Otis is a abandon-er.

My life really has entered the rocks.

I don't remember ever being this gloomy and depressing. Before i would just watch the world go by in front of me....

Suddenly, i hear the weird, vroom noise.

I crease my eyebrows, trying to figure out what it is. A bug?

It's annoying as hell, and it keeps getting louder.

"Gah!," I scream, flailing my arms to get the bug away.

Soon, i notice it's not a bug.

I snap around to see a car heading strait towards me.

I can't move. I'm frozen in shock, and then denial about getting away. I stare at it with wide, horrified eyes, my blood running ice cold.

It's so close....so.....

Suddenly, the car screeches to a stop. I'm still staring at it with a man comes out.

He looks around college years, and god, he is smoking sexy.

He has tan skin and blonde hair that slightly wavers as it goes down his head. He has brown eyes, to my vision. His body is lanky, and he's in faded jeans and a KILLER shirt.

I have one of those shirts, though he has red blood splattered while i have brown-ish.

"Hey!," he calls, walking over to me. "Are you okay?"

His voice is sexy too.

"Y-yeah...," I murmur, slowly looking to him. I hope I'm not getting a boner...I glance down at my jeans quickly and sigh a reassured sigh. I'm not up. Yet.

The man holds out a hand, and i see a skeleton ring on his third finger.

"DUDE!," I yell, grabbing his hand. "Is that really what i think it is?!," I ask, twisting his hand around to look from different angles.

Oh god it's so cool...

"Yeah, it is!," the guy says, and he chuckles lightly; such a mesmerizing voice. "You're a fan of Angels and Demons too?"

"Yeah, of course, man! This is so cool! I wanted this ring so bad, i swear i put my name in that box like fifteen million times!," I say, and half of my brain realizes I'm probably being so weird right now, though the other half doesn't care and i still find myself touching this warm hand, looking at the ring.

"You know," A voice says huskily in my ear, tickling my earlobe. "You can have it...if you want."

I turn scarlet, and i pull back. I want to touch my ear so bad, but i don't. His voice was so smooth.... "Y-yeah...," I murmur quietly, staring at the road.

The guy pulls of the ring and hand's it over to me, smiling kindly. I smile back, taking the ring and slipping it on my fingers to see which one it works best on.

It works best on my fourth finer.

The man chuckles lightly, grabbing my hand so softly. "It's perfect."

I blush a deeper red, and i feel so self conscious. "Y-yeah....," I murmur like a little school girl.

"Your so cute!," the man suddenly says, mussing my hair.

"C-cute...?," I ask, looking at him with shy eyes.

"Yeah! Your stuttering and blushing!"

He's so nice....

"Hey, do you need a ride some place?"

I shake my head slowly. "No, i don't feel like going to my house, really. Someone...really messed up there."

"Oh, i get it. Yeah...So what, were you planning on going to someone's house?"

I shook my head, and i feel slightly disgruntled. "Erm, no. I was just walking around."

"You know," the man says, and i notice he close to my ear again. "It's not safe to be walking the streets alone. You might get....hurt."

I bite my lip in reply.

"Well, how bout we take you to your friends house, since your obviously not comfortable goind back home," the man says, grabbing my hand and pulling me to the car.

I go freely, he is just to kind to refuse. "Hey, can you tell me your name?," the guy suddenly asks.

"Uhm...it's Vlad. Vladimir Tod."

The man chuckles, getting inside the car and scooting over, patting the seat next to him. His smile is so kind and caring, and i feel as though i can be lost in his eyes.

I sit down beside him, smiling too. He wraps around me as the door automatically closes and the car starts.

"My name is Aaron Shire, Vlad. So, where is your friends house?" Aaron gestures back to the way I had been walking from. "That way?"

I immediately shook my head. Not Henry. Anyone but Henry.

"Actually..," i whisper lowly. "I was thinking...my we could go to your house?"

Aaron seems surprised by my question. "Don't you have any—"

"Please?," I ask, looking at him with sorrow eyes.

Aaron stares at me, then nods, smiling. "Sure."


Aaron and I walked into his gigantic apartment on the city side. I notice that Aaron locked the door after i walked through.

That's probably just a habit of his. With an apartment this big and beautiful....

It has a perfect view of the city, and it's really high up. It's extremely open, and is a one story.

It's size makes up for everything.

"Are you rich or something?," I ask, looking at Aaron.

Aaron laughs, shaking his head. "No, not really. I just have a nice little family fortune and an amazing voice which i have broadcast on youtube. I have an album too."

My mouth drops. "Woooooooooooaaaaaaaaaah! Man, you are, like, so amazing! I can play the violin, but i don't think I'm that good at it. I don't play it often."

Aaron nods, walking over to the kitchen. He opened a mini-refrigerator, pulling out a large bottle. Then, he reaches in the cabinets and takes out two fine wine glasses. Without looking at me, he says, "You can check it out. It's somewhere on the shelf."

I nod, walking over to the shelf, totally ignoring the alcoholic preparations. I walk over to a corner by the floor-to-ceiling windows where i see a DVD played and many rows of CD's.

I open the DVD player, and i see a disk inside it that has a picture of Aaron on it.

I push it back in and press play after it loads fully.

His voice is beautiful. He has many tones in it, and his voice is so strong, yet soft at the same time. Like his voice, it completely pulls you in.

I stand there and listen to his songs, and i feel peaceful, some how.

Suddenly, i am tapped on the back, making me jolt. I turn around and see Aaron, who has a wine glass held out to me, filled with a pink-ish-brown liquid.

I look at the glass to him. "Uhm, I'm only in eleventh grade......."

Aaron chuckles, holding it out farther. "It wont hurt to drink a little bit."

I stare at him for a minute longer, and then smile taking the drink.

I sip it, and i notice that it is oddly sweet....but good. It stings as it goes down my throat.

I cough in the back of my throat slightly, trying to get it as low as i can.

Aaron heard anyway, and he laughed about it. "It's the lightest kind I have," he informed me. "It's a dessert type wine."

Aaron walks over to a couch, where a red laptop is setting on the arm. He signals for me to sit by him.

I do.

I rest on his lap slightly, and the laptop is sharing each of out legs. It's turned slightly towards me, and I'm typing.

"You don't mind if i check my mail, right?," I ask. I feel so comfortable around him.

"Of course not. Go ahead, i don't mind."

I want to kiss him, but i don't.

I type in my email address and password, not caring if he see's.

I notice i have quite a few emails.

I smile, taking another, larger sip out my cup. I start clicking around, and I'm happy to see that it's 'reviews' for my stories on .

"You write?," Aaron asks.

I nod. "Yeah. You probably wouldn't like the stories, though."

"Why not?," Aaron asks, curious.

"Their gay," I state simply.

'Love it! Update! Update!'

'That scene was sooooo smutty! I wish it could be more then a one-shot though!'

'I LOVE the way you portray the character, keep writing! Your so good!'

"Those are some good reviews," Aaron states. "Smutty?," he asks, raising an eyebrow.

I smile at him, and he chuckles.

I don't know how it happened, but i find myself of Aaron's lap, laughing and sipping wine. We're surfing the internet and saying stupid comments. I think I'm drunk, but i don't know.

Aaron's hand are wrapped around my waist, holding me in as he types on the keyboard.

I can feel his breathe on my neck, so cold and chilling.

Suddenly, i start feeling dizzy. The world starts turning and twisting.

"Ah," i mumble, dropping the glass and grabbing my head.

I don't know what happened after the shatter, because i was met by blackness.


My eyes slowly fluttered open, and i was revealed to a dark room. I sat up, but i noticed i could only do it halfway, since my hands were restricted behind me.

I still feel dizzy as i look around. Red and black wax candles are perched around the dark room, and i smell a fine perfume scent.

Where am I?

My heart is racing and it hurts my chest. I'm trying to think about what happened.

I was drinking and laughing with Aaron and then i just...crashed.

Drinking. Aaron.

"I'm an idiot."

"That you are."

My head snaps up at Aaron's voice. He reveals himself out of the darkness. I stare at him, eyes wide and full of horror and disbelief.

Aaron smirks down at me. "Your so cute, Vladimir Tod. Cute and Innocent. Naive."

I slowly shake my head, because i cannot believe at all what is going on, or what i know is about to go on. "N-no...," i whisper. "Y-you can't.....you can't be..."

Tears sting my eyes, and i feel them slide down by cheeks.

Aaron reaches out and pressed his thumb gently against my cheek, wiping them off.

I flinch away. "Stop it! Get away from me you freak!"

Suddenly, there's a sharp prick in my cheek, and my face is left to one side. He had slapped me. Tears flow out of my eyes more, and i find myself like a water fall. I force myself not to give out a sob, but there's little whimpers that still manage to break through.

"Why....?," i ask. "Why must everyone be like this? Why can't someone actually be good!"

Aaron scoffs, shaking his head. "No one will ever love you, Vladimir. You're an abomination. You're a vampire."

I gasp, staring at him wide eyed. "How—"

"I'm a vampire hunter, Vlad," Aaron says in a tart tone. He smiles wide. "I'm here to kill you."

The way he says it, so maliciously....He said it as if it was something obvious.

"P-please," i stutter. "Don't d-do this. Please."

Aaron smiled, shaking his head. "No, no, Vlad. No begging now. It's to late, there's nothing you can do to change my mind. I will rape you, and then bring you to D'Ablo. How does that sound? Good?"

"S-stoppit!," I scream, trying to back away from him. "Why are you doing this?! What have i ever done to you?! Why must you punish my for something i have never—"

"SHUT UP!," Aaron roars, which sends shivers up my spine. How could someone who seemed so nice, be so mean? Aaron grips my face, holding it tightly in his hand as he looks at me, his face only centimeters away from mine. "You're the one," he said huskily, "that was born. That's a crime enough."

I'm shocked into silence.

He's right.

I was a mistake to ever be born. I should be dead. I'm nothing. I'm just a nuisance. No one cares about me. I'm nothing. I'm a cast out.

Suddenly, Aaron starts undoing his pants and boxers, pulling them off. I stare at him with wide eyes.

No, he can't be...he can't.......

Aaron rips open my legs and shoves his largeness inside me.

I choke on my air. My eyes bulge; pain racks up my whole body. I scream as Aaron starts jerking inside me.

His strong hands hold my legs so tightly; he rams into me so ruthlessly. I can feel myself tears over and over again, and blood starts dribbling out of me.

"NO!," I scream, flailing around in protest. "GET AWAY FROM ME! GET AWAY FROM ME! STOP IT!"

I keep trying to penetrate his mind, but i can't. It's like it's confusing when i try. I feel dizzy.

"You have many scars!," Aaron says through pants. "Recent ones. You've obviously been raped many times before. This should be regular, Vlad dear."

"NO!," I cry. I keep trying to break in, but everything is so foggy.

What did he do to me?!

Suddenly, Aaron stops, and his cock is fully inside me. It burns and stings, and then i feel myself being splattered into.

"NO!," i shout. "DON'T! GET OUT OF ME! PLEASE! I'M BEGGING YOU DON'T CUM INSIDE ME!"

But he already has. Tears streak down my cheeks as Aaron pulls away, and i feel coldness next.

It's then that i notice I've been calling out for Tryan. Calling out for his help.

But he isn't returning anything.

It's all so confusing.

Suddenly, Aaron is on top of me, and i feel something hard and big pressed against my lips.

No....

"Open your mouth," Aaron demands, grabbing my hair tightly.

I shake my head, refusing to part my lips no matter what.

I feel a mind numbing blow to my genitals, and i cry out in pain.

Something huge and long slips into my mouth, gagging me.

I don't suck it and keep trying to get it out, but it just hits against my throat, choking me.

I'm unable to breath, and i feel as though I'm going to die.

Suddenly, my head is moving, indicating that Aaron is forcing my head up and down.

My scalp burns as he rips out my hair and clenches onto my head, bring my head up and down.

I gag on his cock, but apparently he feels good.

He's moaning loudly, and a few minutes later, he comes into my mouth.

He pulls away, watching me with melicious eyes.

Semen overflowed my lisp and is comming out from both sides of my mouth, rivering down my jaw. I refuse to drink it.

I spit it out on the bed sheets, coughing to get the disgusting taste out my mouth.

That's when i feel a sharp sting on my stomach, followed by a wild burning sensation.

I scream as i feel myself being whipped raw. I start to twist and turn in the bed, pull at the binds.

"NO! TRYAN! PLEASE! STOP IT! HELP! AHH!"

My pleas are useless, i know it, but i still yell them out.

The pain is like a knew rip from a fang that slices you open. Then, it starts to feel like a dull thud, though the burning effect still works.

I can hear it crack against my skin, and it starts to through it, succeeding in splitting my skin open.

I want this horrible pain to go away. I want it all to go away.

I want Tryan to rescue me. I want Tryan to hold me.

I want Tryan.

It's not longer after that thought that i slip into unconsciousness. I don't know what happens next, but i know it's not something good.

Save Me, Tryan.


WELL, that's the chapter for the month! We got ten minutes before it's August! Sorry for the crappy scene, i was working fast.

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