Narugami's room was not clean. Messy. Unkept. Unorginized. Filfthy. To be blunt, it looked like a hurricane had raged here, followed by an army stomping through it. I wasnt neccisarily camplaining about the lack of cleanliness, but I was just used to more refined, less dusty places.

It was the afternoon of my fourth day of being under cover as a human and Narugami had invited me over to his house to "hang out". I would have thought that it was just a ploy to get closer to me but he had also invited Reiya. She had to cancel though because she had to babysit, and I suppose Narugami didnt want to be rude and just call this gathering off all together so he was now stuck with me.

Until I decided to leave, we were going to be together.

Alone, until his parents came home around eight.

That was five hours in a hormonal boys bedroom, with said hormonal boy for company with no parental supervision.

I would say that this afternoon was looking bright with posibilities for the boy, but he was too confused on his sexuality at the moment to really do anything. Which equally sucked for me as it did for him, since I was kind of hoping for a chance to be ontop for once.

"Uh, nice room." I said, a bit hesitant to lie. It was almost like a garbage dump only somehow cleaner.

"Thanks. I really should have cleaned it though, before anyone came over. I geuss this is kinda' rude, huh?" He started to pick up some clothes from the floor, which he carelessly threw into his already full closet.

As he continued to do this, I looked around his room more thouroughly. Beside his bed was a poster on the wall with a band on it, at the bottom in bloody red letters it read "Korn". That was the only thing decorating the small bedroom walls, and the overhead lamp had pentagrams drawn in diffrent colors on the glass covering. There was a medium sized TV, what I had been told by Loki to be a DVD player sitting ontop of it and a large stereo in one corner. Everything else was just clothes and empty food containers, none of it worth mentioning.

I looked over at my host who was trying with all his might to shove more of the clothes into the closet, with little to no sucess. "Hey, Narugami," he paused in his struggle and regarded me over his shoulder. "who is . . . " I glanced at the poster to make sure I got the name right. "Korn?"

He left the clothes to flood out of the closet and walked towards me like some bad horror flick zombie, with his mouth open and his eyes wide. I had a moment to wonder if I should have kept my mouth shut, then he was infront of me, grasping my shoulders as if I were going to try to run. "You've never heard of Korn?" I shook my head, wishing he knew I was a vampyre. If he knew my story he'd know that I just recently woke up and learning all the new band names hadnt exactly been a priority.

"Geesh, where have you been? I'll put in one of their CD's ok." he let me go, and walked over to the stereo in the corner. While he was flipping through a stack of thin cases which I could only assume to be where he kept his CD's, I deided to ask him a question of my own to make him feel as stupid as I currently was feeling.

"I was wondering Narugami, do you have the hots for Reiya?"

He seemed to choke on the air he was inhaling and for a moment all he could do was sputter inchohearantly. He finally looked back at me, his cheecks bright red. "Wha-why do you ask that? Do I act like I have the hots for her?"

I gave a small shrug. "Not really. You dont act like you do," no, you act like you have the hots for me! my mind suplied triumphantly. "but I noticed that you didnt invite Mayura over and I was thinking that maybe you just wanted me over as a ploy, so she wouldnt know your feelings for her and your desire to hang out with just her. "

He gave me a look that was both annoyance, curiosity and - and what else? What is he thinking? I cant read that last emotion in his eyes, in his face. "I didnt invite Mayura because today is the aniverseray of her mothers death and her and her father are going to be at the graveyard all afternoon." He looked back at the stereo and put a thin disck into the open slot. "I dont have the hots for Reiya, we've just known each other since grade school so were pretty close. Though your assumption was right in the fact that I wanted somone over as a ploy so I could hang out with the person I like." He closed the top and pressed a button that read play. "The truth is, I dont think I like girls at all. I actually have the hots for . . . you." and with that music blared out of the stereo, at the moment just a beat but a voice soon started to sing.

Something takes a part of me

Something lost and never seen

Everytime I start to beleive

Somethings raped and taken from me

Ok, maybe he wasnt as confused about his sexuality as I had thought.

My mind was realing with surprise. He had actualy said it! He had actually admitted to liking other men to me, a person he's only known for four days. Was he insane? What if I ran out of his house screaming and never talked to him again? He didnt know anything about me and he had just told me something about himself that could ruin his life if it were in the wrong hands. He was psycho for trusting me so easily!

"Uh, before I coment on that, can I ask why you'd tell me that so suddenly? I mean we just met at the begining of this week, so I geuss im asking why you'd trust me not to call you a fag and mock you for the rest of your high school career." True, I could have said that a bit more tactfully, but I was just too curious to be tactfull at the moment.

"Well, I think your more open minded then to call me a fag and mock me for the rest of my high school career." he turned to face me then, his cheecks red, as i'd expected, but much to my surprise there were tears in his eyes, threatning to escape and roll down that handsome face of his. "Besides, I hate to keep things bottled up inside of me, no matter what it is. I'll understand if you dont want to be my freind any more, Heimdall, im sure alot of people would refuse to be near me if they knew. Mayura is one of them . . ."

Lifes gotta' always be messing with me

Cant it chill and let me be free

Cant a knife take away all this pain

I try to every night all in vain

I blinked. To say I was taken aback would be an understatement. Mayura had never seemed like that type of person to me, but that wasnt the issue right now. Loki would kill me if he ever found out I was considerate of human feelings, but I just really did not want him to start crying. I hated that, especally when it was a boy as good looking as him.

"No, no, Narugami. I dont feel that way at all. I should have phrased my question with more thought to your feelings, so im sorry for that. The truth is, I like other men as well." I gave him my best smile but all he did was stare at me from around his bangs, as if he didnt trust me, or beleive what I had said. It was almost like he were expecting me to say something else, but I didnt know what he wanted to hear. "Uh, I like you too, if that helps." I tried hopefully. Maybe that was what he was waiting for.

All of a sudden he smiled. Not a smile like the one I was currently wearing, but the smile that was his alone. That goofy grin that implied that he was the happiest person in the world and he had no troubles at all. "Cool. So, you wanna' go out some time?" I had to give him points for being straight forward. He also got brownie points for no longer having tears in his eyes. Geuss i'd said the right thing after all.

Sometimes I cannot take this place

Sometimes its my life I can taste

Sometimes I cannot feel my face

Youll never see me far from grace

"Sure. I'd like that. But lets just say that we're officialy going out now, ok?" He nodded, his smile never faltering. We'll, I was definatly making progress in my life. First I was just a sex puppet for the vampyre who had created me, and now I had a human boyfreind. I idly wondered how Loki would react if he knew, but I suddenly felt human myself. It had been centurys since i'd last been in a consensual relationship with anyone and I was feeling like a hormonal teenager. Out of no where, I just wanted to make out with him until his parents got home, I wanted to touch every inch of his body and possibly even get him to cum for me in any way I could. My pants were gradually becoming too confined for me, but I had enough self control to not get too hard. At least not enough for him to notice.

"So, what do you want to do now?" He inquired. He took a step towards me but side stepped and took a seat on the edge of his bed, looking up at me with that smile of his. It oddly felt like he had just invited me to have my way with him, what with his paticular choice of words and the way he was on the bed. Yah, it's officialy not good to be deprived of consensual sex for over a decade and then be presented with it suddenly.

I steped infront of him so I was looking down at him, and if I wanted to I could step between his legs so we were pressed against each other. "Well, I was wondering, would you like to experiment a little? You know, get to know each other a bit better." He blinked up at me as if not understanding and that was when it hit me that he had never been with a boy or a girl before in a relationship. Looks, like i'd have to teach him the basics first.

Something takes a part of me

You and I were meant to be

I'll keep up for me to leave

Sometihng takes a part of me

Bending at the waist, I brought my face close to Narugamis, making sure to keep the rest of my body a good distance away so he didnt feel like I was forcing myself on him. At first he pulled back slightly, casting his eyes down shyly then he looked back up into my eye and leaned in so we were only milimeters apart, the tips of our noses touching. I leaned foward, closng the small distance and kissed his lips once, gently. A shiver ran through his whole body, and he closed his eyes, the blush he wore somehow increasing as he leaned further into me, bringing our lips together once again. I made sure to let him set the pace no matter how much I wanted to take him this very moment.

He kissed me slowly and hesitantly, unsure of what he was doing exactly and I returned the kiss only every now and again, showing him the way. Having centurys of practice, I could have kissed him well enough to take his breath away complelty, but like I said, I was letting him set the pace sinse this was his first time. After about a minute, he pulled away looking down at his lap as he spoke.

"Im sorry im not very good at this. I've never really kissed anyone before."

"Thats all right. We dont have to do this now if you dont want to. We can wait until your ready if you want. It's all up to you. Im not going to force you into anything you dont want to do." no matter how much I really, really want to.

He nodded then looked back up at me. He hesitated just a second then he leaned in again kissing me a bit more confidently now. No matter how much self control I had, it was getting harder and harder to keep myself from getting a full out hard on.

Feeling like a freak on a leash

Feeling like I have no release

How many times have I felt disease

Nothing in my life is free

He brought his arms up to encircle around my neck and I wrapped mine around his waist in responce. Narugami moaned against my lips, tilting his head to the side slightly to get at a better angle. I decided after a minute passed that I was going to take the next step in this as Narugami probably didnt even know what the next step was and therefor could not make it himself.

I opened my mouth, slipping the tip of my toungue past my lips, to run across his. They were softer then they looked, and naturally soft, moist even. He moaned again, his lips trembling slightly as he opened his mouth as well, his own toungue curiously slipping out just enough to brush its tip against mine. This time I moaned, my hands starting to trace patterns in the small of his back.

Eventually, his toungue slipped back into his mouth and mine followed, exploring the inside of his mouth gently, curiously. I was a little hesitant to have his toungue in my mouth for fear of cutting it on one of my fangs but with mine in his the only damage was done to my own toungue. See. A compromise. He let out yet another moan, his body trembling again and, much to my surprise, he started to suck on my toungue. I was both shocked and happy that he took the incentive that time. It also made me slightly disapointed because the way he was sucking on my toungue reminded me so much of the feeling of somone sucking on my cock, and I somehow doubted he'd want to do that today. But then again, I had been wrong about him before, so maybe, if I were lucky, i'd be wrong about this too.

A few minutes passed, and he suddenly pulled away, all smiles again like I wasnt about ready to push him down on the bed. "So, how did you like the song?" he asked, as good as before.

It took me a moment to figure out what he was talking about and then I relized the music had stoped. I'd only heard the begining and when we'd been kissing I hadnt heard anything else. "Uh, I liked what I heard. I geuss I wasnt entirely paying attention though."

I began to wonder if the amount of how much he could blush had a limit because the red stain on his cheecks managed to get even darker, and he nodded. "Yah. Well, if you dont mind I think we should call it quits for today." I nodded and pulled away, releasing his waist as he'd wanted but his grip around my neck hesitated a milisecond and he let go too. He stood then, stretching a bit and I just barely caught the sight of a small poke in his jeans. Trust me, if I had fed earlyer I would have blushed myself. The entire time I had somehow managed to keep myself from gettting too excited and I honestly thought I deserved a pat on the back for that.

"Hey, do you wanna' watch a movie?" Narugami asked, tilting his head to one side like a puppy. I nodded and he went over to a small stack of thin cases that looked like the ones for his CD's but somehow diffrent. "What do you like? Romance, horror, sci-fi?"

I thought about it for a moment then replied, "Horror." Yah, a vampyre who likes horror movies. Is it just me or does that seem cliche?

"Ok. Good choice, but what kind? I've got one werewolf movie -"

"No." I cut in shortly. He blinked up at me in surprise and I shrugged. "Sorry, I dont really like werewolfs." or any other type of were animal for that matter.

"Ok." he said looking back at his movie collection. "I have some frankensteine flicks." I considered that shortly, and I remembered reading the book when it had first been released by the author. I didnt really think of it as horror, but I didnt interupt this time to tell him we werent watching those. "I have a couple vampire movies," that almost peaked my interest but I was pretty sure I had had enough of seeing my own kind being mocked. "or if your more into modern horror I have movies like "the Ring" and "the Skeleton Key". So, what'll it be?" he looked over his shoulder at me.

"You pick. Just so long as it's a modern horror movie I could care less." I was curious to see what this time considered scary, and nothing else I knew of seemed scary enough. Not like i'd get scared anyway, but still. After all, I am a vampyre. That would be pathetic if I got frightened by a human movie.

It was about seven thirty when I left Narugamis house. We had ended up watching a movie called the Excorsits which, though true that humans were regurlarly possesed by demons, I had found it utterly fake. He had given me a kiss before he'd opened the door and sent me on my way, asking me to call him later. I would if I got the chance which I didnt know if I would or wouldnt. If Loki was out i'd definetly call but if he was home i'd have to wait. As far as he knew, I was a loner at school, I couldnt afford to let him know other wise. I suppose its true that I cant hide it forever, but I was going to for as long as I could.

I was about a block from Narugami's house, when I felt a prescence just suddenly appear out of nowhere. The worst part was I recognized that energy signal and it just happed to be Freyr. So much for my good day I geuss.

Turning my back on the direction I had been walking, I saw the brunette vampyre emerge from the shadows of the fleeting sun. One white gloved hand was on one of his hips, the other swaying at his side. Even though he looked relaxed at first glance I could see the tension in his swinging hand. He was ready for a fight, which I would gladly give him if he tried anything.

"You spent all that time with that human boy and yet did not feed from him? Freyr thinks that it might be possible that Heimdall has a liking for his food."

Shock hit me like a brick but I managed by some miracle to keep my face mutual. He had been watching us the entire time? "Havnt you ever heard of a tactfull luring? Im merely guiding him into my trap willingly, so I can satisfy two hungers with one person."

"Havnt you ever heard it's not right to play with your food?"

I narrowed my eye at him, feeling my anger rise like lava inside of me. Narugami was not food, I had never once thought of feeding from him. I couldnt let Freyr know it though. He'd tell Loki by no doubt. "Perhaps, but it's also not right to disobey your masters orders. Especially not twice in one week. Why are you here in our city?"

A smirk spread over his lips. "Freyr is searching for the elvs of course.We got a lead over in our city, and Freya stayed behind while Freyr searched for the target. We arent disobeying master Odin, wer'e actually following his orders to the letter, unlike some vampyres Freyr could mention." He started to aproach me, and it took everything I had not to step away.

He stoped right infront of me, the height differance annoying me to no end, since I had to tilt my head back to see his face. His blue eyes stared at me for a moment, then he spoke again. "Why did Heimdall, leave the club the other night?"

"Because of you and your sister of course." I replied in a cockey tone. Freyr was never and would never be the smartest of vampyres but he knew what I had meant and his smirk grew wider, more devious. It did not bode well for me.

"Perhaps, to ease Heimdalls fear of Freyr, he should experiance Freyrs talents again?" He snapped his hand out, grabbing me around the neck in an iron like grip before I had the chance to react. I brought my foot up, trying to kick him between the legs but he lifted me into the air so my legs couldnt reach. It was at times like these where people were strangling me that I was glad that I didnt require oxygeon to live.

He flew up into the air with me still dangling by my neck in his hand, too fast for any human to see. If somone had been watching it would have looked like we had just disapeared into thin air. My heart, though empty of blood, was slamming harshley against my ribs, and it hurt like hell. If a vampyre gets worked up enough for whatever reason, their heart can start to convulse in reaction to the brains signals but it hurts like a bitch if there isnt any blood in the body. It almsot felt like my heart was an insane hummingbird, beating wildly at the cage that is my ribs, and skin to break free.

Good god, where was Freyr taking me?

I screamed into the mattress. My arms were starting to ache from lack of movement and I was begining to feel a little light headed. My wrists were tied to the headboard by the dark green sash Freyr had been wearing. He'd cut it with his knife into two strips, one for each hand. I was securely tied face down on the bed with no way to escape. It was just like before.

I felt the cool feeling of the blade slide down the line of my spine and a small whimper escaped me. Silver couldnt kill me, but it did hurt alot, and the knife Freyr was using was basically nothing but silver. I geuss silver was the reality to the fictional holy water for vampyres. My body would heal of the cuts eventually, it just took longer then most wounds would.

My arms were covered in cuts, as were my legs, my neck and my chest. He flciked his wrist and the blade sliced from one side of my back, right across my spine, and over to the other side. It seared like boiling water and I clenched my hands, seething through my teeth in an attempt to keep from screaming again. In norse mythology Freyr is suppose to be the god of male fertility, love and sex. What he was doing to me now was definetly not love. He had been named wrong. He should have been named after the god of sadism. Though there is no such god, it is irrelevant to the point I meant to make.

He moved the knife to sit perfectly on my spin right under where my hair stopped. He pushed it down as he drug it down my spine, pulling it away when he reached my tail bone. It took me a moment to get past the increadable pain and realize that he had drawn an upside down cross on me back. Anti christ. He was forsaking me.

"Yuh- yah Freyr . . . " I muttered into the bare mattress, knowing he heard me even though my throat was raw from screaming and I was breathing too hard and too fast to speak without stumbling over some of the words. "I ruh-really needed you ta' drah-draw that to let me know m' forsaken."

I heard a small chuckle then he sliced the knife mercilissly across my rear. As I lay there panting for air through the pain, I was starting to get a little frightened as to where he was going to take the knife next. He had covered all of my upper body in gashes so was he intending on doing the same to my lower area? He had damn near sliced my left nipple off, it already felt like it was gone but it was still hanging there by a nerve or two. It would heal back into place, but it would leave a nasty scar. I cursed, knowing that he was ruining my body and he still wasnt done.

The knife was replaced at my tail bone, then it slid down into the crevice of my ass, cutting my enterance slightly as it passed, then the sharp tip was pressed against one of my testicles, as if he meant to stab right through it. My eye widened in horror, just the thought of it making my brain scream pain, and I sunk as low as I had ever gone before, as far as my pride went.

"Pluh-please duh-dont." I begged, my voice breathy in fear and laced with pain. I felt tears start to rise up behind my right eye, and I tried my best not to let them fall. I didnt want anyone to see me like this, but I also didnt want to be castrated.

The blade pressed a bit harder, and I shut my eye tightly, preparing for the worse. Then, much to my surprise, it pulled away and trailed back up the path it had come from. Instead of leaving my vulnerable area compltly it stopped against my enterance then disapeared all together. I barely had a second to let the breath i'd been holding out when the knife came slamming down, cutting deeply into me, up inside of me and I felt all my senses shut down at that point and the tears began to fall as I screamed like I had never screamed before. I barely heard his mad laughing over my own screams, and he pulled the knife out in one quick flick, then it re entered me, and the process repeated itself for what felt like an eternity.

He was fucking me with a knife. Oh, dear god, he was fucking me with a knife. What else could I do but scream. This was insane. Freyr was insane. Had he been locked in a coffin long enough to go psycho? I knew he was sick but never this sick.

The knife plunged in and out of me, like somones cock had been covered in barbed wire, or covered in glass. Finally, god looked down on those he had damned and I blacked out. I didnt know what else happened that night, or if anything else happened at all. For a breif second I actually thought I had died for real, but I secretly knew that that could only be a dream within a dream for me.