Explorations

*Chapter 4*

"...What the hell?!" Barry the policeman gaped at the two blood smeared, naked figures that he had just found in the van. He'd had a bad feeling when he had spotted the black van on the sideway, half standing on the road, the dull, flickering headlights drawing long shadows into the high grass. Barry had pulled past the van, stopping a few meters behind it, with a half pained, half morose expression.

This was just so typical; the whole night had been achingly quiet and boring and just when he was on his way home, looking forward to a nice cold beer and a good fuck, some kids had to drive their goddamn lemon into the fields of nowhere! Angrily grabbing for his flashlight, Barry heaved his corpulent, too soft figure out of the seat with a grunt and stomped towards the humming vehicle.

Half way he had hesitated, as the car was strangely screeching and moving, and his eyes had narrowed even further, his fish lips curling into a scandalized pout. Oh this was just great! His flabby fingers angrily jerked at the rusty handle of the car door, his tongue ready to give the occupants a good piece of his mind, ready to even scare the shit out of the brats just because Barry was pissed off, but the sight that greeted him swept his mind blank.

There was... so much blood! And were those two boys?! They surely were pretty, and there was heavy dark make up on their faces; but no tits. No. Definitely. .

Goddamn these fags!!!

Nothing's lips and chin were smeared with Zillah's blood, his teeth colored pink from a mixture of saliva and the life giving fluids he had been lapping, suckling like a baby at the wound on Zillah's wrist, when the car door was suddenly yanked open and bright light flooded their otherwise blissful darkness.

Nothing hissed and bared his sharp little teeth, anger and rage radiating from his lithe form. He did not look like a fifteen year old boy anymore, but a fierce predator, his dark painted eyes instantly narrowing against the light shining threateningly into their faces.

Barry stepped back a few paces, staring at the bloody sight before him in disgust and horror.

"What the fuck are you two perverted freaks doing?" he hissed lamely, waving the flashlight as if it was some kind of weapon. "Fucking faggots! Get out!"

Nothing looked from the unwelcome intruder to his father, not seeming the least bit ashamed of being discovered in such a compromising position and not even trying to cover up or hide the fact that he still had Zillah's cock buried deep in his ass.

"I'm hungry, daddy" he whispered, smiling a deliciously chilling, cold smile as he met Zillah's piercing, green gaze. "Wanna share?"

Slowly, Zillah removed his expressionless gaze from the fat, pale policeman, his face just as sickly as the moon above them. Looking back down at Nothing, Zillah took his sweet time to brush a strand of long, black hair out of his son's face, ignoring Barry's orders.

"Absolutely my dear. Go, have fun." His eyes implicitly told Nothing to leave him some of the fun, to not be too greedy and selfish because this was something Zillah would not tolerate.

He pulled out of his son's delicious body, not bothering with the clothing, and leaned back against the side of the van with his legs crossed, reaching for a half smoked joint and lighting it, smooth tendrils of gray smoke twirling from his nose and lips.

Nothing smiled as Zillah moved away and very slowly he got up and moved towards the door of the van and the shocked policeman outside. There wasn't even a hint of shame traceable in Nothing's face despite his nudity, and his movements were smooth and fluid, sexy and alluring.

He stepped out of the van, allowing Barry to bathe his slim, naked body in the light from the flashlight, exposing every detail for the fat policeman to see. Nothing tilted his face slightly to the side as he turned on his most seductive smile, his dark eyes looking almost innocent, like a lost child searching for salvation.

Everything on Nothing's body was perfect, his beauty undoubtedly inherited from his father, slim and graceful. He moved slowly towards the still shocked policeman, every step seductive, suggesting unmentionable things as his slim hips swayed with elegant grace.

"Please, Mr. policeman, we didn't mean to frighten you" he purred, his voice dark and sultry, alluring. "Maybe you would allow me to make it up to you?" He licked his lips, slowly, seductively, tasting Zillah's blood still smeared on his pretty face and feeling the blazing bloodlust rage in the back of his head. Oh how he wanted to do this, wanted to prey on the weak intruder standing there shell shocked before him. But he remembered Zillah's silent command and he didn't want to disappoint his father.

Oh no, he wanted to have fun.

He stepped closer to the trembling man and reached a hand out towards Barry, his eyelids closing to half mast promising all things sultry and forbidden. Nothing could feel Zillah's eyes following his moves from inside the van and he enjoyed it for the chill it gave him, wanting to make his daddy proud.

Barry´ s chest was heaving, as he warily kept eyeing the strange, blood smeared boy. The flashlight in his hand trembled, the pale light flickering over the dry, yellow grass like a nervous, giant firefly. Behind the boy he quickly stole a glance at the other kid, who seemed rather unfazed, calmly smoking his sweet smelling, certainly illegal stuff.

Barry didn't like his eyes, at all.

Licking his lips, he focused back on Nothing, suddenly flailing with the flashlight, his voice far too high pitched for his own liking.

"Stop there, right now! I'm armed, so you better get your hands up and stand up against the car! And your friend there too!"

His sweaty, thick fingers switched to his heavy belt, hoping they would just comply. He had never shot anybody, and he didn't want to tonight.

But he would, if he had to. Damn fags.

"We're sorry, officer", Nothing all but purred, looking at Barry with childish innocence despite the blood smeared on his face. "We didn't mean to cause any trouble."

He took another careful, slow step closer to the policeman, his movements fluid and graceful, his slender body androgynous and light, slim like a girl and yet so undeniably male in his nudity. He bit his lower lip with a sharpened incisor in a sultry, seductive manner and caught Barry's eyes with his own dark gaze framed in black kohl and eyeliner.

"Is there nothing I can do to make you change your mind, officer?" he asked innocently, secretly keeping an eye on Barry's hands, making sure he wouldn't reach for his gun just yet.

"Anything, sir? You look agitated. I could…" He smiled, taking a chance and reaching out, letting his index finger trail down over the front of Barry's uniform. "…make you relax…" He smiled even more seductive now.

If the policeman decided to pull his weapon and shoot, Nothing be in trouble, but the danger of it all only added to the rush he was already feeling as pure, concentrated bloodlust rushed through his body. Nothing was born to be a killer, and he felt no resentment, no remorse whatsoever.

"You ever tried it with a boy, sir?" he went on, looking into the fat policeman's unsteady gaze. "I could make you feel so good and nobody would have to know…" He licked his lips, unashamedly hinting as he let his gaze travel down the policeman's body towards his crotch.

Barry's eyes glazed over as he traced the beautiful boy's movements, his silver lined body, the sharp shadows dancing on his naked skin. Barry's limps became heavy, sweetly tingling with a certain excitement and he had to gulp. Well... he had never tried it with a boy, mostly because usually they were pimpled and slouchy and far from being sexy, especially at during their teenage years.

This kid however... And they were alone, almost. The road was empty, and given the time of night it would stay dead until Barry drove back to the station in the morning. But there was the blood...

"Take your hands off me," the policeman weakly ordered, with no conviction at all. His hand was still near his weapon, but it was still now, as if forgotten, and very slowly, a tent was building where Nothing's finger had left a soft dent in his pants.

Zillah observed the scene from inside the van with faint amusement, taking another drag from his magic cigarette and lazily tilting his head to rest against the car door. It was interesting to see Nothing 'work'.

How much he had learned already, how much he had changed from that insecure little boy into the seductive, bloodthirsty minx he was now. Zillah had done such a good job raising him, to defile his son - it filled him with a smug sense of pride, Zillah noticed.

A smirk playing around his lips, he reached for the almost empty bottle of blood to take a deep swig, before he leaned over the front seats to push the button on the cassette tape and let some gothic rock band fill the night with their slow, alluring songs of love and death.

Nothing´s lips curled into a soft smile as one of his favorite songs filled the air around them, setting the mood perfectly. He closed his eyes slowly, thick eyelashes caressing pale cheeks as he started to sway slightly, feeling the music like blood running through his veins.

"Listen, officer, doesn't that sound nice?" he asked, letting his body move in sync with the dark music, moving as close to Barry as he could and letting his arms slide around the policeman's neck.

"Move with me" he whispered, grinding his body against Barry's, making sure to stimulate the very obviously growing tent in Barry's pants with is thigh.

Barry was taller than Nothing, but it didn't stop Nothing from getting on his toes so he could whisper seductively into his ear. "I want to suck you off, sir" he purred, sticking his tongue out and licking the lobe of Barry's ear. "I want to take your delicious cock into my mouth and swallow it down until you come."

Slowly he let one hand slide down to cup Barry's hard bulge in his pants with his hand, massaging slowly, encouragingly. He could feel Zillah's gaze linger on him from inside the van, and it thrilled him more than anything to be able to do this, to show how much he had learned already. And how much he enjoyed it.

The policeman stumbled back, groaning. All alarm signals that had gone off when he had laid eyes on the two boys and their blood smeared faces as they scowled at him from inside the dark van as if it was some gate to hell and they were its keepers - they were tuned out by the music and the blood rushing from Barry's brain to his ears and down into his cock. The shrilling bells had simply run out of fuel.

"Oh yeah?" Barry breathed, sweat glistening on his high forehead, running down his chubby face over an army of badly shaved stubbles. Eagerly, Barry's hand dropped from his weapon to the hard bulge in his pants that wasn't as big as he would have liked. The music seemed to burn into his brain; Barry didn't like it, but it didn't matter because Nothing was making it sweet and perfect as he moved his body to the slowly pounding rhythm.

"Oh yeah", Nothing's breath mirrored as he leaned in and licked over Barry's stubbly cheek, tasting sweat and fear. "Do you want to fuck me, too, officer? You see, my friend here…" He nodded towards Zillah in the van. "He kinda likes to watch. Would you like to ram your cock inside me and make me scream? Nobody but us would ever know."

Nothing's dark eyes were glowing in the darkness as he once more held Barry's gaze firmly, the lure of Nothing's innocent face holding Barry in a tight grip. And then Nothing let himself slide down Barry's body until he was on his knees before him, reaching up to squeeze Barry's hand and encouraging him to open his pants.

"Come on, sir, let me taste it. I want it so much" he purred, looking up at the policeman with heavy, half lidded eyes.

Hectically, Barry fumbled with his zipper, shoving his pants down, the buckle of his belt clattering onto the asphalt. His legs were surprisingly thin compared to his enormous belly towering over them and it was a miracle that they didn't break in half under the man's weight.

"Yeah, you wanna suck my cock," Barry panted, his washed out, but luckily clean boxers joining his pants down to his hairy ankles. With the hand that wasn't holding the flashlight, Barry gripped his little, hard cock and swayed it into Nothing's face.

In the van, Zillah had to suppress a mocking laugh that would have destroyed all of poor Nothing's efforts. Hadn't Zillah been so thirsty he might have let it out anyway, but this was kind of entertaining.

Nothing didn't let Barry's small size faze him even for a second as he reached up and cupped Barry's balls with his warm little hand, slowly rolling them and caressing the sensitive orbs. It was a bit of a relief that the fat man was clean, and Nothing didn't hesitate once the eager man shoved his small cock in his face. He opened his mouth and slowly let his tongue trail over the engorged head, teasing at first, to make sure Barry didn't regret this now.

Nothing liked giving head, loved the power it gave him over another person, and he craved the salty liquid that made him feel so good – almost as much as when he drank blood.

When he could hear Barry pant breathlessly he opened his mouth and very slowly let his full lips slide over the fat little member, sucking it into his mouth and working the thick, pulsing vein on the underside with his tongue. He could feel the rush of blood there, almost taste it through the thin skin, and it aroused Nothing to no end imagining what it would be like to drink the policeman's blood once he was done playing.

He knew that Zillah was impatient, too, could feel his hunger pulsing in his mind through the strong, mental connection they shared, and it only made Nothing even more determined to make this a feast for them both. The blood would taste even richer, even sweeter still, once Barry had come, and Nothing took the sweetest pleasure in luring the policeman to reach his peak before they made the kill.

He started sucking then, looking up at Barry with lust and hunger in his eyes as the policeman held the flashlight aimed at him so the man could see how his cock disappeared in between lush, red lips wrapped tightly around it, wet, sloppy noises escaping the boy's mouth every time he pulled back with hollowed cheeks, sucking greedily at the fat, rigid flesh.

"Uh, yeah, suck it, bitch!" Now that he had made friends with the idea of being sucked by a boy, Barry felt quite confident about it. This was street scum, filthy trash that were probably afraid of being arrested. Whores with no pride that offered their bodies to Barry, because he had power! He could make them do whatever he wanted...

These thoughts caused his breast to swell, his breath quicken, and boldly, he grabbed Nothing's thick hair with his flabby fingers, pushing his dick roughly deeper inside. His hips were gyrating in an almost ridiculous rhythm now, as if he was trying some belly dance, but failing spectacularly. Barry didn't care, Barry kept pushing and panting and sweating and feeling phenomenal.

And that boy was giving him one hell of a blowjob! Must be a professional, Barry thought disgustedly in the back of his mind that wasn't just sucked right through these pale, soft lips. And his friend...

His friend was watching, mildly interested, suckling almost demurely at a dark bottle.

"Yeah, you just watch, I'll get to you later," Barry confidently, menacingly promised into Zillah's direction with a sharp breath, feeling his orgasm drawing nearer far too soon. Well, but they had all night, didn't they? Barry could force the boys to fuck each other in front of him like cheap cattle till he was ready for a second round...

Nothing could feel the policeman's confidence rise as he went on, and he felt a sadistic thrill build in the pit of his stomach. Oh, this was going to be fun, once the fat man realized that he had walked right into their sticky, lethal trap. But Nothing had no intentions of revealing that just yet. He was enjoying himself too much, thinking about the sweetness that awaited once the blood would flow freely.

He sucked almost greedily, not the least bit ashamed of looking like a greedy whore when in reality it was exactly what he was. He let go of Barry's cock with a wet 'plop' and looked up at him, smiling his sharp toothed little seductive smile.

"Call me that again, officer" he said, licking his lips suggestively. "I want to hear you say it." The officer had a filthy mouth on him alright, and Nothing liked it, liked to be reminded of all the naughty, obscene things he was doing – with his own father even. The incestuous relationship he shared with Zillah spoke to all the primal urges in Nothing´s little black soul, and he didn't mind one bit to be called to his face exactly what he already knew he was. It only made the bond stronger.

"Whore!" Barry barked, letting his hip snap forward again and imperiously brandished his flashlight as if it was the scepter of a king. In the van Zillah's light frame shook from the suppressed laughter that rushed through his body, tingling his skin, making his belly feel as if it'd burst any minute. This guy was so ridiculous!!! Zillah was having the time of his life and hadn't felt so amused in a long time.

And how brilliantly Nothing was playing along! Zillah had to hand it to the boy; if nothing else he sure was good for some little fun!

Barry didn't hear the cruel, silent laughter and kept feeling powerful and superior to the little slut kneeling in the dirt before him. He was close... Barry's heart was racing, and the sweat was running down his back like a tropical waterfall, clinging to and soaking his jacket.

"'m close..." Barry announced, letting his head fall back, too small eyes closing the same time his double chin sagged down onto his chest, exposing yellowed, thin teeth. "Ah-ah-ah, c´mon, bitch!" His dick pounded into the sucking, sweet nest that was Nothing's mouth, and then, feeling his balls tighten rather suddenly, Barry drowned in the delicious jolts of his orgasm shocking his body, splattering his cum into the kid's face.

Nothing sucked greedily, feeling the thick spurts of salty come spurt into his mouth and down his throat. He drank it greedily, making sure not to spill a single drop, and the pleasure he felt from it, the rich, warming feel in his stomach made him moan in delight as he swallowed all Barry had to offer.

The taste was rich and flavored, not as full as blood but with an equally satisfying, soothing effect on Nothing's hunger. He kept sucking until he could feel Barry grow limp in his mouth, and only then did he let the now disappointingly small cock slide out of his mouth.

But Nothing was far from done, and without giving Barry a chance to get his bearing, Nothing slid his little, nimble tongue out and started licking the soft skin right between Barry's cock and balls. The skin was thin there, soft and sensitive, rich with blood leading down to the heavy sac below. With a deep growl in his throat, Nothing let his sharpened canines brush over the nerve rich area, teasing at first just to hear Barry moan, to feel him shiver.

And then, without further warning, Nothing grabbed Barry's hips to hold him steady while he brutally sunk his sharp teeth in, breaking the skin without effort and drawing blood instantly.

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The crimson stream that flowed into his mouth was like a river of bliss, sharpening Nothing's senses as he swallowed the first mouthful even before the officer understood what was happening. Blood trickled down, dripping from Barry's balls and onto his crumbled pants below, some of it trickling over Nothing's chest as he greedily held Barry in place and took another gulp of Barry's warm, delicious blood.

Still being high from his orgasm that rode him like a rodeo horse he had lost control over, Barry first didn't notice the change in feelings. It was pure bliss, all of it, and at the beginning the small jolts of pain coming from his sack only added to his pleasure. His fingers were still weaved into Nothing's midnight hair, but loosely now.

When the boy bit him down there, Barry gave a sharp, long and high-pitched screech that echoed through the night and sounded like the cry of an owl from the far distance. Yes, it was a sound of the night, Zillah decided, getting up and moving his slender body to the twitching, screaming policeman and his son hanging onto Barry's balls.

On reflex, Barry lifted the flashlight to let it crash down on Nothing's head, all the while crying "You fucking sonofabitch, you fucking sonofabitch!!!" like a mantra, as if it would help him to get free from the predator´s merciless grasp tearing at the soft tissue of his bleeding sexual organs.

"That's right," Zillah purred suddenly from behind the man, gripping Barry's lifted wrist before it could smash his son's pretty head into a mess of bones and rosy jelly. After the clenching long, and surprisingly strong fingers that left red and purple bruises on waxy skin, Barry gave another indignant scream and let the flashlight fall down, the plastic shattering on the asphalt.

Lazily blinking a last few times, the light finally died and all Barry could see was the white in Nothing's eyes as he looked up with a blissful grin, his teeth sinking deeper into Barry's balls.

From above Zillah was mockingly licking over Barry's throbbing carotid, pulsing with fear and pain. The tastes Zillah cherished most...

"Now, tell me about your plans again," the vampire coolly whispered into Barry's ear, mockingly, before tearing a big junk out of the police-man's throat, ripping the tense muscles open.

Nothing could feel the policeman's body stiffen for a moment, as if the shock of realizing that he was dying sent hard spasm's through Barry's body. He looked up and saw Zillah move in for the kill, and the thrill Nothing felt was completely indescribable. Zillah's beauty was such a stark contrast to the fat officer's disgusting, sweating body, and Nothing felt pride wash over him in crashing waves.

Zillah's slim body was perfect and smooth, every ounce of his figure composed of lean muscle and smooth skin, perfect, sharp contours that made Nothing ache with desire and lust just by looking at his naked silhouette in the dark.

And those eyes.

Those glowing, hypnotizing seas of green that seemed capable of looking straight into Nothing's soul, looked down to meet Nothing's dark gaze while Zillah bared his sharp canines and tore into Barry's throat.

The policeman's scream was cut off abruptly and turned into a pained gurgle instead as his throat was ripped out and the blood started gushing from the mortal wound, and Nothing went back to drinking from his favorite spot, knowing that it wouldn't be long before the policeman had bled out and there was nothing more for them to feast in.

The rich taste flooded Nothing's senses as he drank it down in greedy gulps, savoring the sweetness of it and remembering the first time he had tasted the sweet thrill of the kill. He didn't think so much about the time with Spooky, since he had been high from the heroin and hadn't actually gone all the way.

But Laine had been different. Nothing had never tasted anything so sweet, anything so perfect and soothing as when he drank the life out of his beautiful childhood friend. He remembered Laine's tears, salty and sweet, and he remembered the longing in his eyes, the silent resignation and eventually accepting of his fate. It had been Nothing's first kill, and he would never forget it, would never forget Laine for being the one who finally let him become what he was truly born to be.

And now, here he was, a killer, a creature of the night, feasting on the blood of the weak, the pathetic, the ones who thought themselves so special, so precious. And they were, in a way. Anything that could bring this kind of bliss deserved a place in the world – at least until their blood was needed for more important purposes…

Nothing looked up to watch Zillah as he fed. He loved the sight of it, the fierce greed Zillah always seemed so consumed with, whether they were fucking or feeding, and Nothing adored it, considering Zillah the perfect hunter, the most beautiful creature in existence. And while he watched, Nothing felt a deep pride settle inside him because Zillah was his.

In life, in love and in blood.

tbc~

Review replies:

bonjourmeadow: Oh, I never heard of that book! I will look it up and see what it is about^^ Hm, a favorite character... I must admit that I am very fond of the vampire clique XD I think Zillah, Christian and the creepy twins were the characters I enjoyed most reading about, and Nothing of course. I am not done with Drawing Blood yet, but Ghost and Steve are only mentioned, they are absent because of a tour they play. The book is about two boys meeting in Missing Mile, one being a hacker on the run, the other being the last survivor of a family tragedy. His father killed the rest of the family, and the boys try to find out what drove him... I´m not that far in the story yet, sorry XD

natzilla: It´s one half straight police officer coming ;) Ehm... fucking vampires in a van and disney - I don´t see the connection, sorry :P Your brain is being warped again, or maybe mine is just too un-alien XD

PyroRoxas: Ah, a new reviewer, welcome! We´re very happy that you enjoyed it so far, thank you very much for the compliment! Hopefully you liked the new chapter too^^