I thought it had been my fate to die.
I believed it had been my fate to die.
I accepted it to be my fate to die.
I wanted it to be my fate to die...

But it had seemed that the more I wished death, the less it came to me. And whenever the chance came, I let it slip through my fingers like sifted sand. But now I lost death again. I had been rescued on the wings of an angel. Although the creature that had saved me is far from what most mortals believed to be an angel, to me he had truly represented a godsend from heaven.

The single bullet is never released from the gun. The only thing that keeps my finger frozen on the trigger is the sight of the most beautiful man I have ever seen. I have always considered myself far from being homosexual, and in the last few years of my life I haven't given much thought to my sexuality, my mind being too pre-occupied with suicide. But as soon as I lay my eyes upon him, I am shocked at what I feel for him.

And he notices my stare, as well as the weapon I have pointed to myself.

I sit in that dumpster spellbound as he gracefully makes his way towards me. His long, silver hair that frames the soft curves of his face flows in the gentle breeze. His feet hardly seem to touch the ground. He stands before me, and I look away, ashamed at the emotions I am feeling. Before I can do anything to stop him, he pulls the gun away from my hands, but I do not object. He hooks a long, delicate finger under my chin forcing me to gaze deeply into his inhumanly bright green eyes. I surpress a gasp of pleasure as he takes his other hand and rubs away a smudge of dirt on my cheek. He speaks, his voice rich with command, yet at the same time, compassionate.

"Such a pretty boy," he mutters, shaking his head. "Why would you take your own life?"
Good question.
"Because I have no use for it," I reply darkly, covering my emotions. "Nor does anyone else."
He looks at me sadly and shakes his head again. I look into his eyes, which observe me softly, and I can tell that he is pondering something that is on his mind.
"What is your name?"
"Reno."
He continues to stare.
"Age?"
"Sixteen."

He just keeps staring at me, probably seeing me as a helpless, homeless boy in desperate need of love and a new life. He puts his arms around me, and lifts my body out of the dumpster as easily as though I am a rag-doll and places me on my feet. I try to stand, but collapse in memorization by his beauty and he catches me in his arms, holding me to his muscle-bound chest. He brushes away my bangs from my face, and looks down at me.
"Would you like to come with me, Reno, and start a new life?"
I hesitate, my mouth slightly open as I search for an answer that would make me appear indifferent and not at all eager to follow him home.
"I have no where else to go."
He smiles approvingly, and I catch a glimpse of fanged incisors.

I eagerly follow this man down the street, naive and searching for anything to help me heal the wounds of my past. I am taken to an impressively massive mansion. The man opens the French double-doors, which bear glasswork of most complexity, and steps back to allow me to enter. I am hardly prepared for what my eyes are to see. I stand in an entrance hall, lit by countless candles, big enough to hold an average-sized house. As I catch sight of the rooms down numerous corridors that branch off from the hall, I can see that the entire mansion is furnished with every luxury possible.

In my mind, I am unconscious to what the man's true nature is, but I am not shocked when he introduces himself and reveals to me what he is: a vampire by the name of Sephiroth. I cannot deny that I am frightened, but he enlightens me by telling me his true intentions.

We sit together in a cozy little room, a fire blazing warmly in the hearth. I sit upright and stiff in an armchair, prepared to react if Sephiroth shows any sign of attacking me, but he just lies sprawled casually on a couch opposite of me, a simper playing about the corners of his lips, his vampiric fangs respectfully concealed.

"So, you are willing to stay here with me?" Sephiroth says, his voice low and gentle.
"...Yes," I say hesitantly.
Sephiroth senses my doubt. His mind invades my own, and I gasp. My thoughts are being trespassed, and I feel exposed to him. Sephiroth probes my mind no father than he needs to and he withdraws. I relax again. Sephiroth grins at me.
"You don't need to be so anxious. I'm not a blood-crazed monster. I won't drain you dry and leave your body to rot as an empty corpse." He looks mischievously at me. "If you are to stay here, I need payment for my hospitality. I do require blood to survive. If you agree to this, I will allow you to stay."

I couldn't refuse this man. He has me spellbound. I want to live with him. And I realize just then how strong my desires are for Sephiroth. I stand up and bow deeply, holding that position for several moments.

"I will serve you well, master."

He looks at me with amusement and smiles softly. "You accept then. I have another condition. You must not reveal to anyone that I am a vampire. Otherwise, I will regretfully have to silence you by any means possible, and kill any you told."

These words reach my ears as empty threats. I can hardly believe what is happening. I am truly going to live with Sephiroth, the beautiful angel from heaven. My young mind is far from able to comprehend this. I feel as though in a fevered dream. But this is my reality. Sephiroth is my reality. Am I to believe this? I feel no trace of my usual depressed, suicidal self. I almost smack myself and think What kind of god-forbidden drugs am I on?

If this is a dream (or just me completely high) it's a damn good one. Well, I have nothing to lose. There is a gorgeous creature in front of me, and my life's worth of sexual desires that most ordinary boys would have encountered before my age are to be no longer ignored. I have a lot of pent-up love. I settle myself on top of Sephiroth, straddling his perfect body. He neither looks angry nor displeased. I think he had been expecting this, as he probably had caught a glimpse of my emotions as he read my mind.

"I will be faithful, master," I whisper in his ear.

I lean in, pressing my lips against his own. They are so pale, so deathly cold, yet so soft and welcoming. He never pulls away. I touch my tongue to his lips, asking for entrance, but he releases the kiss.
"So that's how it's going to be, is it?" Sephiroth asks with a smile.

The question is left unanswered.

He sits up quickly, and the force throws my slight body back. He sets his wonderfully built body over my own, careful not to bear his weight on me. Sephiroth quickly wins dominance. I am trapped beneath him; both arms pinned over my head by one of his hands, and the other lightly running up and down the length of my chest.

"You're so small," he comments in a low voice. "Still need some filling out to do. I think life on the streets has taken a toll on your poor body."
I only smile and reply, "Nothing a little love can't take care of."
He smiles back and takes my face in the hand that had been exploring my body.
You are a handsome boy, Reno. You will grow up to be a fine young man."

With that, he leans over me. I can taste Sephiroth's sweet lips once again, and he gently coaxes my tongue into his mouth. He strokes the inside of my mouth, and we indulge in a passionate kiss. I moan softly into his mouth. I am not satisfied with the limited movement the couch allows, and Sephiroth's gift of feeling another's thoughts and intentions tell him so.

"Ahhhh...Se-Sephiroth...sama..."

The vampire puts his hands behind my back, and pulls me up as he kneels on one knee, holding my body close to him. I clutch the front of his shirt, balling up the loose material in my fists. He moves away from my lips, leaving a trail of kisses as he makes his way to the juncture of my neck. A soft moan escapes my lips, and I bend my neck back under his mouth, defenseless in his arms. Sephiroth curls back his upper lip, revealing his fangs, bringing them closer to pierce my flesh. I shudder as the tips barely touch my skin, and break out in a cold sweat. I had not expected this...

But Sephiroth stops, tasting the thin layer of fearful sweat that shines on my neck. He releases me. I do not know how to feel. I am certainly frightened. Not of Sephiroth, but rather the unknown pain and pleasure of having blood taken by a vampire from the neck. I sit weakened before him as he rises to stand. He looks at me affectionately, the red firelight dancing in his liquid green eyes.

"Only to prepare you for times when you are required to give blood. And you will be prepared next time. There's no need to be frightened," he reassures me.
I look up at him and nod slightly.
"You did very well. I had not been mistaken in taking you home with me tonight."
I nod again to show I am listening, but not knowing how to respond.
" I will not be up during the daylight hours, as my nature doesn't allow me - and do not entertain the idea that I sleep in a coffin, because I do not. You may get up during the day, but I would prefer it if you follow my routine. You are not among the living, and may be lonely during the day. You may wander the mansion as you please, but if you wish to leave it, you are to inform me the night before. During the night, you may come and go as you please."
He pauses, waiting for an answer, and I provide one for him.
"I will follow your routine, master. I have no wish to be up during the day if you are not there with me," I say sincerely.

Sephiroth offers a hand and I allow him to pull me to my feet.
"Well then, tomorrow night, I will introduce you to one other who lives within these walls: Vincent Valentine. In the mean time, sleep well," he says.
I stand on the tips of my toes and press a kiss into Sephiroth's lips.
"Sleep well, master."

He leaves the room, and I remain to sleep on the couch on which we momentarily before so affectionately kissed.