Date: Sat, 26 Jun 2004 02:19:00 -0700 (PDT)
From: closethecellardoor@yahoo.com
Subject: Evil is a Man: Blood In Blood Out chapter 7

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CHAPTER SEVEN

"Ugh."  I opened my eyes.  I was lying face down on a cold tile floor.

"He's awake."  I saw feet walk across the room towards me.  A hand was
pulling me up by my collar.  It was Tetsuo, and he held a large knife to my
throat.

I was back in the vampire compound's council room.  After all that hiking,
I was right back where I started.  Griffith was sitting alone at the table.
Across the room from me, Syd was tied up with chains to the wall, his shirt
removed, his head hanging down.  He was obviously unconscious.

"Let him go," said Griffith.

Tetsuo removed the knife from my throat and walked over to the table.  He
dropped his knife on the surface, and walked over to Syd.  With his finger,
he lifted Syd's chin up, and then dropped it carelessly.

"You two are quite the troublemakers," said Griffith.  "I'd like to think,
Jake, that Syd kidnapped you against your will.  After all I have done to
make you comfortable here."

I didn't say anything.  I noticed the knife on the table.  If I could just
grab it--but I was too far away.

"But I'm not stupid," continued Griffith.  "And Syd, I am shocked that he
had the audacity to betray me and all of his kind.  I haven't decided what
to with him yet.  What do you think would be appropriate?  Death?"

I used the opportunity to walk forward towards the table.  "Please, you
can't kill him," I said.

He laughed at me.  "I don't think you're in any position to be bargaining
with me."

"Oh yeah?" I asked, as I darted forward and picked up the knife on the
table.  "What about now?"

Tetsuo unsheathed a sword at his side.

"Drop the weapon and unchain Syd!" I commanded.

Griffith waved at Tetsuo.  "You'll do nothing of the kind.  Bold, Jake, but
stupid.  What do you think you're going to do?  Intimidate us to death?
You're weak."

I shook my head.  "You don't know what I've been learning these past few
days," I said.

He raised an eyebrow at me.  "Bull shit.  Tetsuo, give him your best."

I didn't even see him come at me, but the next thing I knew he had taken my
knife and knocked me hard on my head.  My bluff had failed.

"Have them lock Syd in a cell downstairs for now," said Griffith.  "Put the
child back in his room.  He deserves a time out."

*****

I was locked in my room for five days.  Jordan was gone, and none of the
other vampires would even acknowledge me if I spoke to them.  During all
those hours of boredom, I mostly worried about Syd.  I wondered if he was
still alive.

On the fifth day, after I had my dinner, my door opened and a vampire
stepped in.  This wasn't unusual; they usually came in to clean up my
dishes after a meal.  But this time, instead of going for the dishes
stacked neatly on the tray, he came over to me, and pulled me off the bed
by the arm.

"Hey, what are you doing, man?"

He didn't say anything, he just grabbed my hands with his right hand and my
ankles with the other, and pulled me over his head.

"You could put me down, I am capable of walking."

No response.  He took me through the house, down the flights of stairs that
I knew to be the entrance to the basement where I had been locked up for so
long.

"No, I'm not going down there."

I started to struggle, but he didn't seem at all bothered.  Another one
opened the door to the cell that used to be mine.  Then he set me down in
the dark room, and shut the door behind me.  Again I was locked in the cell
that had been my purgatory for so long before.

"Let me out of here, Griffith you bastard!"

But I was just yelling in the dark.  I started to panic a little as I
realized I was going to be in here for a long time.

The light switched on.  What light?  There on the bed was Syd, in just his
jeans.  He smiled at me.

"Jakey.  Don't know how happy I am to see you.  I haven't seen a face since
they put me in here days ago."

He sat up, and I moved across the cell to embrace him.  I ran my hands over
the skin of his back as our lips met.

"Oh god, me too.  I've been locked away in my room upstairs.  But that's
better than this dump, believe me.  They put in a light?"

The light source was a florescent ceiling light on the cell's ceiling.  Syd
flipped a switch by the bed on and off, and the light responded with a
flicker.

"Yeah.  And they cleaned up the place.  There's a mattress on the bed now."

"With sheets and a pillow," I said.  I looked over at the toilet.  "And
toilet paper.  And soap in the sink."  There was also a drinking glass, a
tooth brush, a sponge, and toothpaste on the small shelf.

"Practically the Four Seasons in here," he said.

"Christ, Syd, I'm just happy to see you're still alive.  I've been worried.
I thought they'd just kill you."

Syd stood up.  "No, they're just locking me away for now."

"I guess Griffith has some compassion in him somewhere," I said.

He sort of looked distant and troubled then, and didn't say anything.

"Wonder why they put me in here now?" I asked.  Really I couldn't think of
any reason.  "You don't think that maybe Griffith just knows how lonely we
must be, do you?"

"I'm not sure, Jake," he said.

"What about you?  How do you feed in here?" I asked.

"I don't.  I haven't had a drop of blood for days.  I'm starving."

"That's awful.  But I know how to fix it," I said.  I grabbed him, and
pulled his head towards my throat.  "Take what you need," I said.

He pushed me away.  "I need much more blood than you can offer casually,
Jake.  Save your strength.  We don't know if they intend to feed you here."

"You won't die if you don't get blood, will you?" I asked.

"No," he said.

"You'd just fall into hibernation like all those ancient vampires in the
crypt?"

"Eventually that would happen, yes."  He walked over to the door and
started banging on it.  "Let us out!  Whatever it is you're planning, it
won't work!"

I laughed then.  "That won't do anything, believe me, I've tried."

He sat back down on the bed.  I sat beside him, our backs against the wall.

"How do you think they found us?" I asked.

"I've been mulling that over in my head for a few days.  Where did I make a
mistake?  But I don't know, we hadn't passed any human eyes for days.  We
should have been untraceable."

*****

We stayed in that room for a couple days.  I couldn't be sure how much time
was passing because, like before, there were no clocks and no windows.  I
thought I'd be able to tell by how many meals they brought me, but I soon
realized that my meals came erratically, not on any schedule.

That first night we slept together on the bed, him in his jeans and me in
my robe.  We held each other, but nothing sexual happened.  After we woke
up, I took a sponge bath in the sink, and brushed my teeth.

I sat back down against the bed.  "I'm bored," I said.

He put his arm around me.  "Not much we can do about that," he said.

I raised an eyebrow.  "I can think of something we could do."

I kissed him hard, driving my tongue between his lips, and wrapping my arms
around his bare back.  I stuck my hand down the backside of his jeans,
feeling his firm ass.

He pushed me away.  "Stop, please," he said.

"What?" I said, feeling a bit wounded.

"Just don't touch me.  I can't stand it."

Now I was angry.  "What the fuck's gotten into you?" I asked.

"They're starving me.  I'm starving, and right now all you are is fresh
meat.  It's getting harder to control myself, and the last thing I need is
for you to touch me with your warm skin."  He dug his head into his hands.

My anger washed away, I pulled away from him on the bed.  "Are you sure you
don't want some of my blood?" I asked.

He looked at me and shook his head.  "If I had some, I'd take all of it.  I
wouldn't be able to control myself.  You'd be dead."

"Oh.  So what happens if they keep us locked up in here?"

"I don't know," he said.  "Eventually I may not be able to resist you
anymore.  But I hope not.  Perhaps, if I'm strong enough, I will be able to
control myself.  I'll slip into hibernation, then, and you'll be safe from
me."

"This is insane," I said.  "What is Griffith thinking, endangering my life?
He wants me to live, doesn't he?"

"Yes," answered Syd.

*****

Later on, after I had awakened from a nap, I noticed Syd was sitting in the
farthest corner of the cell from the bed.  His elbows were on his knees,
and his face in his hands.  Was he sleeping like that?

"Syd?" I asked.

"Please don't talk," he said, a slight growl to his voice.

I didn't talk anymore after that, and tried not to move around much either.
Luckily the sink and toilet were at my side of the room.

But a problem arose after a few hours.  They had put a tray of food in the
cell for me, leaving it at the door like usual, and I was hungry.  But the
door was right next to the corner that Syd was sitting in.  I thought it
best to leave him alone, so I let my food sit there.

This worked for several hours until I became interminably hungry.  I didn't
want to disturb Syd, but I figured that we could be in here for weeks, so
there was no way I was going to survive without eating.

Tentatively, I crawled across the room.  The tray was just a few inches
from his left bare foot, but I was approaching from the opposite side.  I
snuck forward, and grabbed the edge of it.

A hand clutched my wrist from nowhere, and I realized Syd had grabbed me.
I could see one of his eyes in the shadows looking at me fiercely, like an
animal.

"Syd, I need my food," I pleaded.

He didn't respond.  The force of his grip felt excruciatingly painful.  I
worried that there wasn't anything left of Syd to reason with.

"Take it," he finally said, letting go of me and retreating his hand back
into the shadows.

I grabbed that tray as quickly as possible and ran to the opposite corner
of the room before I took a bite.

*****

I woke up from my sleep as the cell door opened.  I thought it must have
been another meal, but I was wrong.  Instead of slipping a tray into the
cell, this time a vampire came inside.  Another vampire in a suit.

He saw Syd crouched in the corner immediately.  He turned, and grabbed him
by the shoulders.

That touch was all it took for Syd to explode.  He swiped the guy's leg
with his forearm, knocking him to the ground.  Then he was on top of him,
fangs out.

But Tetsuo had already made his entrance behind them.  He grabbed Syd's
chest and bit into the back of his neck.  Syd spun around, angrily, but
before he could take a step towards Tetsuo, he was out cold.

Tetsuo helped up the fallen vampire.  "Take him," he said.

The vampire lifted Syd into his arms and carried him out of the cell.

"What are you doing to him?" I asked.

"You.  Come with us and see."

I got up, wrapped my robe tighter around me, and walked out of the cell.
Tetsuo closed the door behind me.  I followed the vampire carrying Syd into
the Crypt.  We walked through coffin after coffin, until we came to the
stairs.  Three flights down until we came to a place with a large stone
block surrounded by ten more vampires in suits.  Upon our arrival, they
lifted the upper half of the block up and to the side.  The weight of that
stone must have been enormous if it took ten of them to lift it.

Inside the block was a hollowed out space fit for a person, and I realized
that this was just a giant coffin, perhaps so big so as to prevent whatever
was inside from getting out.

"You're sealing him away in there?" I asked Tetsuo.  "For how long?"

He didn't even acknowledge that I was talking.

The vampires ripped Syd's jeans off so that he was completely naked, and
set him down inside the stone chamber.  I felt relieved that this would
mean he wouldn't kill me in that awful cell, but I was terrified that the
only one that I cared about in the world was being sealed away, possibly
forever.  I felt like crying, but did not show my weakness.

"Now the boy," said Tetsuo.

Before I could react, they grabbed me and ripped my robe from my body.
They lifted me up, and set me face down onto Syd in the coffin.  I tried to
fight myself free, but they had the stone lid pressing me down immediately.
We were shut inside, my naked body on top of Syd's unconscious one.

At first I thought I would run out of oxygen.  Then I noticed that there
were carved holes in the coffin lid to prevent that, plus they let in a
small amount of light.  But I couldn't figure out the purpose of all of
this.  Was I going to die in here?

Syd's body felt cold under mine.  There wasn't much space in the coffin, so
I was pressed tightly against him.  My head was on his chest, and our soft
dicks were making contact.  But his dick felt cold now against mine.

He was unconscious.  For all I knew, he had begun to hibernate.  He'd be
fine in this coffin, but I'd die in here.

I shouted as loud as I could until my voice was hoarse.  Then, giving in to
my fate, I wrapped my arms around Syd.  At least I had his lifeless body to
comfort me.

He moaned.  I lifted my head up and looked at his face.  His eyes slowly
opened.

"Uggh," he said.

"Syd, it's me.  You were stunned, knocked out.  They put us in here."

He looked at me curiously but didn't respond.

"Syd, you need to try and open this coffin," I pleaded.  "I'll die if they
leave me in here."

"Shh," he said, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me down.  He put
his hand behind my head and pushed it into his shoulder.

He locked his legs around mine, and flipped us over in the coffin so that
he was on top of me.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"Shh," he said again.

His lips touched mine.  He parted mine with his tongue.  His hands started
to explore my body.  He grabbed my nipple, and twisted it.

I pulled away from his kiss.  "Is this really the time for this?" I asked.

He answered me by kissing me again, harder this time, forcing his tongue
into my mouth.  I couldn't help but kiss him back.

He reached down with his hands, grabbed me by my thighs, and pulled my legs
up towards my head, so that my knees were on either side of his hips.  I
could feel his dick grow hard over my body, and mine followed suit.  He
broke from our kiss and lowered his head down my body, sucking on my right
nipple.  With his left hand, he grabbed my dick and started stroking it
between us.

Then he stuck his right index finger into my mouth while he nibbled on my
nipple.  I sucked it, giving into the moment, then he removed it.  His
mouth left my nipple and he crawled back up to kiss me again, his eyes
wild.

I felt his wet finger circling my asshole.  Before I knew what was
happening, he had pushed it inside.  He moved it slowly into me, until it
was all the way inside.  Then he started yanking it in and out, before he
removed it completely.

Next thing I knew, he had two fingers inside of me.  Now it was starting to
hurt, but he was kissing me so eagerly that I couldn't react to the pain.
He started twisting them around inside of me, which felt intense.  Right
when I had gotten used to the sensation, he pulled them out of me.

He lifted his body off of me, and shoved his hands down, grabbing my ass
cheeks from underneath me.  Spreading them apart, I felt the head of his
dick make contact with my asshole.  His precum moistened me, and he kissed
me again.  I felt more pressure on my asshole, as his head started to slip
inside me.  It burned considerably, but not enough for me not to want it.

He moved slowly forward, almost unbearably so.  He filled me up, giving me
a sensation I had never felt before, while the pain dissipated.  I wrapped
my legs around his hips, and felt his pubes against my ass.

He moved slowly out, stopping before the head began to leave my body, then
pushed a little bit harder until he was all the way in again.  He continued
this, moving a little faster each time.  With this up and down motion, he
was rubbing against my dick between our bellies.  My precum had oozed all
over him, lubricating each rub against my dick, which felt great.

Greater still was when he began hitting my prostate.  Each time he did, I
shivered in ecstasy.  He moved faster and faster inside of me, as he broke
our kiss.  With my hands planted against his back, he arched himself down,
nibbling on my chin, then my neck.

Without seeing his fangs come out, I felt the familiar prick against my
neck before a relaxing pleasure soared through me.  I almost gave into all
the pleasurable sensations I was feeling, but then I remembered how
dangerous this was getting.

"Syd, what are you doing?" I said, trying to push him off of me.  But I
couldn't, and his actions didn't change.

With the combination of his belly rubbing my dick, his dick hitting my
prostate inside of me, and the sharp pleasure of his bite on my neck, I was
reaching orgasm fast.

But right before I got there, my pleasure started to change.  The blood he
was removing from me was having an effect.  I became intensely relaxed, too
relaxed to sustain my sexual drive.  I closed my eyes.  Soon it would be
too much.  I tried to push him off me again, but I was too weak.

I felt him shoot inside of me.  He stopped pumping, and his dick grew soft
inside of me.  He pulled out.

I was freezing cold, and his touch started to feel like fire.  I knew it
was too late, that I would die this way.  At least with my death, someone
else would get a chance with the `gift.'  Someone who wouldn't be known by
vampires.  Someone who wouldn't waste it like I had.  It was almost funny.
I knew my desire for Syd would be my undoing in the end.

I must say it wasn't a particularly unpleasant way to die.

In a complete daze, unable to move, I felt Syd lick my wound and pull off
of me.

"Jakey?"  He cradled my cheek with his hot hand.  "Oh, no, no."  He slapped
me.  "Jakey, wake up."  He was crying now.

I closed my eyes.  His voice was distant now, not able to compete with the
ringing in my ears.

"I didn't know what I was doing," I heard him say.  I didn't blame him.
"But they knew I couldn't just let you die," he said.

Then I stopped hearing anything, stopped feeling anything.  I was dead.

Electricity seemed to pour into my mouth.  All my nerves woke up all at
once.  I opened my eyes.  Syd's wrist was over my mouth.  Blood was surging
from a wound into me.  But it didn't taste like any blood I could remember.
In fact, it wasn't that it tasted like anything, it just felt incredible.
Better and more stimulating than any pleasure I had known, ever.  I felt
energized, alert, and animalistic.  I wanted more, but he lifted his wrist
off of me.

"Jake, you have to make a choice.  Take my blood, and you will become like
me.  Take it, and you will live forever as a vampire.  Take it, and there
will never be another one with the gift.  Or refuse it, and you will die
right now, and someone else will take your burden.  Refuse, and you might
save countless lives.  Refuse, and you'd kill everything inside me that's
still alive."

With the little blood he gave me, my dick had sprung back to life.  Feeling
his body between my legs turned me on more than I had ever been before.  I
think, had I had a clear head right then, I would have chosen to die.  But
knowing that if I drank again, I would get my chance with his body, I
accepted him.

I pulled his wound towards me and drank.

"That's it," he said.  "Just give in to it."

More heat and pleasure filled me up.  I began to be consumed my
overwhelming desire.  I grinded my hard dick into him as I squeezed him
tighter than I had ever squeezed anything.  I spun our bodies around in the
coffin so that I was on top, never losing my contact with his wrist.  I was
driven by a lust I could not control.  I pulled his knees up, and felt his
asshole with my finger.  It was warm and waiting for me.

The blood slowed to a trickle at his wrist.  I removed my mouth and kissed
him hard, letting him taste his own blood.  I pressed my dick against his
asshole.  My head slowly entered his warm insides.  At the same time, I
broke our kiss.  I wanted more of his blood more than anything, and his
throat looked overwhelmingly attractive.

There was a tickling in my gums as I felt fangs grow.  I bit into his flesh
as I pounded my dick all the way inside him.  Blood poured into my mouth as
I began to fuck him.

I went faster and faster, the sensations growing with each pump.  Then came
an orgasm more full and more complete than any other that had come before.
Finally, I shot inside of him.  Regaining my sanity, I licked his neck
wound with my tongue, feeling it magicallyheal in my mouth.  Then I lifted
myself off of him.

"Are you okay?" I asked him.  I thought I might have taken too much.

"I'm fine," he said.  "You did what you were supposed to do."  He licked at
his wrist wound, sealing it.

I realized I could see him completely even though there was very little
light in the coffin.  "I can see," I said.

"You have vampire eyes now," he said.  "What can you hear?"

I listened.  "Your heartbeat," I said.  "People upstairs.  Walking down
here."

He put his hand on my face.  "You've changed," he said.  "You've become
perfect like the rest of us."

"What do I look like?"

"Very handsome.  I almost don't recognize you."  He sighed.

"What?" I asked.

"I'll miss who you were," he said.  "I'm sorry for this.  It was my doing."

"No.  It was my choice."

"It was an impossible choice.  No one would be strong enough to choose
their own death."

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