Date: Sun, 27 Jun 2004 16:26:26 -0700 (PDT)
From: CloseTheCellarDoor <closethecellardoor@yahoo.com>
Subject: Evil is a Man: Blood In Blood Out chapter 8

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CHAPTER EIGHT


Light filled up my eyes as the stone lid was opened from outside.  Eleven
vampires looked down at us.  With my new eyes the color in their faces
seemed to dance and glow, very dreamlike, yet the details of their features
seemed truer than ever before.  Their cold hands were on me, pulling me
out, pulling me away.

"Griffith would like a word alone with you, Jake," said Tetsuo.

"What about Syd?" I asked.

 "You'll see him soon enough."

I dug my heels into the floor.  "I'll walk on my own," I said.

Tetsuo nodded and the vampires put me down.  I stood on my vampire legs,
feeling sturdy and heavy, like I was carved from stone.  As we walked up
the stairs and into the main house, it was if I was floating along
effortlessly when I knew I could soar.  I wanted to run, just to test the
limits of my new body.

They put me in Griffith's room and shut the door.  The room was empty.  I
glided into the bathroom, stopping in front of a framed full-length mirror.
I wanted to see myself.

I was the same height, but definitely a greater weight.  My muscles had
grown, and I seemed to be free of body fat.  I was ripped.  My skin was
perfect now, no blemishes of any sort.  My dick seemed larger than before.
I realized I looked just like all the other vampires.

I didn't recognize my face.  The bones in my face had grown more
pronounced.  My cheekbones, my nose, my chin, and my jawbone all had more
definition.  My lips seemed fuller than before.  My teeth were perfectly
white.

I stuck my finger in my mouth, trying to feel the fangs.  I felt nothing
unusual.

"They only grow when you're attracted to blood."

I turned around.  Griffith had snuck in through the door behind me.  He was
wearing jeans and a short sleeve black shirt.

"Did I surprise you?" he asked.

"I thought now that I was a vampire I'd be able to hear you coming."

"I'm stronger than you, faster than you, and a better sneak," he said.
"You look good, for once."

I glared at him.  "So, I suppose this is what you wanted all along?  Me to
become a vampire."

He smiled.  "You don't know the half of it."

"And yet, you seemed to want to help me when Marquez was trying to make
me," I said.

"Marquez was a fool.  After all of my hard work, after my department kept
track of you for nineteen years, he would have thrown it all away.  He was
so arrogant to think that he could seduce you into becoming like us.  I
knew he couldn't do it.  Hell, I knew even I couldn't do it.  You would
have seen right through me, like you did him.  He would taken all of your
blood in, and then, when he would have offered it back to you, you would
have refused.  You would have died, am I right?"

"Yes, probably."

"Of course I'm right.  Even when he brought your mother here as bait, even
after you had agreed to let him turn you, you would have refused when the
time had come for you to take his blood.  One cannot be made from someone
they hate.  And so, to prevent you from dying, I did you a favor.  Tetsuo
was waiting on the wall of the house.  Vampires make good snipers.  Their
hands don't shake.  You were lucky."

I stepped towards him in anger.  "You fuck," I said.  "Don't pretend like
you did me any favors."

"Oh, get over it, kid, it would have happened sooner or later anyway.  She
was dead as soon as she was captured."

"And how did you know that I would have accepted this from Syd?"

He laughed.  "Syd was always a pawn of mine as well.  He was always such a
sensitive sap.  A moral, righteous vampire.  He always made me sick.  But I
knew that if I assigned him to seduce you, he could not accomplish his goal
without falling in love with you as well.  By the time he had brought you
to me, his feeling for you were transparent.  Then I just had to wait until
you reciprocated those feelings.  I had him play the hero to you whenever
he could.  I let the two of you escape."

"You let us escape?"

"Of course.  I had known what he was planning for days.  I had a GPS
tracker implanted into his hiking boot.  I let the two of you have a
romantic trek through Africa, and then closed in on you when the time was
right."

"And then you starved Syd, knowing that if you locked us up together he
wouldn't be able to resist me."

"Exactly.  And by that time, I knew you loved him completely.  You would
not refuse his gift.  And so here you are, reborn."

I moved past him into the bedroom and he followed.  What was he planning to
do to me now?  "But something doesn't register," I said.

"Tell me and I'll explain it to you."

"After Marquez was killed and you took over, you locked me in a room
upstairs so that Syd would be able to break me out, right?"

"That's exactly why I had you moved, of course."

"Well, what if Marquez hadn't been killed?  Then I'd still be locked in the
basement, and you'd be nowhere.  You act like you are some villain
mastermind.  But really, you just got lucky when you think about it."

He shook his head.  "You're wrong.  You think that the wolf attack was just
a random variable.  In fact it was the best part of my plan."

"You had the wolves attack your own people?"

"I have a wolf connection.  I told him the location of this complex and
when precisely he should have one of the wolf clans attack.  I was
conveniently late for a council meeting, and the whole council was wiped
out.  All for the better, really.  They were old minds, too conservative to
ever accomplish anything."

I raised an eyebrow.  "The wolves almost killed me that night."

"They were under orders not to kill you or Syd.  And then when I showed up
with my little brigade, we took care of them.  I became the hero, and now I
alone control the all the vampires in the world."

I realized then that he had told me too much.  His vanity had given me a
secret that could have him removed from his throne.

I turned then, and ran out of the room.  With my vampire legs, I flew
through the hallways, jumping down an entire flight of stairs without
hesitating.  I found a group of vampires in suits sitting in a den.  Among
them was Jordan.  They stood and looked at me as I came running in.

"Griffith betrayed all of you," I said.  "He orchestrated the wolf attack."

Jordan walked towards me.  "Is this true?" he asked.

"Yes, he wants to control everything," I said.

Jordan grabbed my arm.  The other vampires surrounded me, holding me down.
Griffth came in from the hallway behind me.

"You see Jake, I may not be as strong or as fast as Tetsuo or Syd, but I've
practiced for years at something they haven't.  Syd bit Jordan and
controlled him for about an hour," he said.  "I bit Jordan soon after that
and can control him indefinitely.  All of these vampires are my puppets,
and always will be."

Of course, he hadn't told me too much.  He knew I could be completely
contained.  "Syd said strong vampires can resist mind control," I said.

"To resist me, they'd have to be strong indeed.  All of those who would be
old enough to resist me here were killed by the wolves.  Now there are only
two vampires left in this complex who are too strong for me too control;
Tetsuo, who is my only ally; and Syd, who will soon be dead."

"And me," I said.

He smiled.  "Oh, don't flatter yourself, kid.  You are a newborn vampire,
as weak as they come.  Soon you will be safely under my control for the
rest your life."

The vampires held me still and pulled my arms open.  Griffth stepped
towards me, grabbing my head with his hand, and turning my head to the
right.  Then he bit into my throat.

Again the pleasure, again the relaxation, but this time there was a new,
unpleasant sensation.  It was as if he was sucking my very soul through my
wound and into his mouth.  I couldn't fight it.  I was drifting away.

But then I remembered what I was giving in to.  As hopeless as it may have
been, I fought him with every ounce of my strength.

Griffith pulled away from me.  I opened my eyes.  He was burning mad.

"What happened?" asked Tetsuo, who had appeared from nowhere.

"He's too strong," answered Griffith.  "How the fuck?"

"It must be the gift," said Tetsuo.  "It's giving him strength even as a
vampire."

"I guess you won't be able to control me, Griffith," I said.

He sneered at me.  "Lock him up without blood.  If I can't control him
we'll put him to sleep."

Tetsuo and the group of vampire puppets dragged me back into the cell in
the basement that was so familiar to me now.  Only this time, I was alone
again.  I feared the worst for Syd.  All I could do was pray that he had
somehow escaped.

As the days passed, I grew sick with desire for blood.  It was all I could
think about, I grew obsessed and angry.  But I knew that in a few days, I
would be asleep like all of those vampires in the crypt.

*****

On the fourth day alone in that cell, I did the unthinkable.  I broke free.

Alone in that cell, with nothing to do but let anger consume me, anger at
Griffith but even more so at myself, I found myself growing strong instead
of weakening.

On the fourth day, I kicked the steel door off its hinges.

Standing there in the dark of the basement, but able to see everything
clearly, I expected Griffith's puppets to attack me.  But nobody was there.

I snuck upstairs, and came across a guard on a chair in the hallway.  He
was sleeping.  I walked into the den.  Six more guards were reclining in
furniture, all asleep.

As I walked to the armory, I passed a dozen other puppets, all asleep.  I
realized the reason that all of them were asleep was because Griffith must
have been himself sleeping.  I didn't know if my presence would wake them,
so I snuck through the house without making a sound.

I picked up a sword in the armory, knowing that I was willing to kill for
what I wanted.

"That's my sword."

I turned around.  It was Tetsuo, entering the room from behind.  "It's
nice," I said, as I lifted up in front of me.

He picked up another sword as I dashed towards him, sword overhead.  We
fought.  He was a strong vampire and an incredible swordsman.  I was a
lousy swordsman, not knowing any of the techniques he used against me.  But
I was stronger and faster than him, and soon had him tired and on the run.

But with all the clanging and crashing of our swords, Griffith, wherever he
was, awoke.  Within seconds every puppet in the house had surrounded me,
but I still had my sword in my hand.

Griffith walked into the room holding a hand-held monitor.

"You can't kill them all, Jake," he said to me, as the puppets closed
tighter around me.

I knew this, but I also knew I wouldn't be locked in another, stronger
cell.  What I wanted more than anything was to have Griffith get his ass
kicked by someone strong enough to do it.  I had failed, but someone else
could still get the chance.

I turned the blade towards myself.

"You'll get yours soon enough," I said as I shut my eyes and tensed my arm
muscles.

"Wait!" shouted Griffith.  "If you die, so does Syd."

I opened my eyes.  He flipped on the monitor he was holding.  In the same
place where those bastards had my mom chained to the concrete, there was
Syd.  He was naked, spread-eagled on the ground with every limb chained to
poles in the ground.  He looked barely conscious; of course he must have
been extremely weak from starvation.

"He'll burn alive when the sun comes up," said Griffith, "unless you do
exactly what I want tonight."

I glared at him.  "What do you want from me?"  I don't know why I asked, I
already knew the answer.

"To submit to me," he said.

I pointed my sword at the puppets around me.  "Become like all of these
tools."

"You'll be a part of me like they are, only your body is so much stronger
than any of them."

"And then you'll let Syd live?"

"Yes."

I wasn't buying it.  "How do I know this?  For all I know you'll kill him
as soon as I'm bitten."

"You'll just have to trust me."

"No, I'm not dropping this sword until I see him untied, fed, and safely
released."

He smiled.  "Deal."

I followed his puppets out to the yard, where Syd was chained up.  He had
his eyes shut, and I put my hand on his cheek.

"Syd," I said.

He half opened his eyes, but said nothing.  I knew he was beyond all
conscious thought.

One of the puppets had brought out a container of refrigerated blood, and I
took it from him.  Pulling Syd's dry mouth open, I poured the blood into
his mouth.  He started to come around almost immediately, moaning at first,
then grabbing onto the container and sucking it dry.  He opened his eyes.

"Unchain him," I said.

The puppets did as I requested.  Syd stood up and hugged me tight.

"I thought you'd be in the ground by now," he said.

I looked at Griffith watching us with the puppets' eyes.  "Give us a moment
alone, Griffith.  He's not going anywhere."

"Just a moment," said one of the puppets, and they retreated.

I grabbed Syd's shoulders.  "Listen to me," I said.  "There's a lot you
need to know about Griffith."

He shook his head.  "I already know all of it.  He told me when he tied me
up."

I forced a smile.  "He's going to let you go.  Can you outrun them if they
chase you?"

"Yes, this time I'll make sure I'm not bugged.  But what price have you
agreed to pay for my life?"

He was always intuitive.  "To submit to Griffith.  To become his puppet."

He shook his head.  "No, you can't do that."

"It's either that or we both die here now.  At least this way we have a
chance.  You'll be free, and after you have a chance to get your bearings,
you'll come back for me."

He smiled.  "Of course I will.  I'll surprise them, I'll bring weapons.
All these puppets are young and weak."

"Will you be able to beat Griffith?"

"In a fair fight, it'd be no problem.  It's Tetsuo I'm worried about, we
are evenly matched.  But I have the stronger will."

I didn't have the heart to tell him about my unexpected strength.
Hopefully he wouldn't have to fight me.

The puppets came back.  "Time for him to go," one of them said, pulling my
sword away from my hand.

"This is it," I said, my eyes misting up.

He embraced me then, kissing me softly, my body once again pressed against
the one I loved.

"You'll survive," he said.

He turned then and walked away, completely naked, through the gates of the
compound.

One of the puppets grabbed my shoulder.  "Touching," he said.  "Come
along."

They led me into the Great Hall, where Griffith was waiting, dressed in his
jeans and punk T-shirt like usual, sitting in a chair at one of the large
banquet tables.  The puppets left us there, two figures surrounded by the
huge glass structure filled with blood.  Before the blood had disturbed me.
Now it looked appealing.

Griffith stood up and walked towards me.  "Now to settle all debts," he
said.

I thought about trying to fight right then, but figured that Syd was still
within range of recapturing.  I had made my bed, and now I had to lie in
it.

He put his hand behind my head.  I tilted it back, exposing my neck, and
clamped shut my eyes.

"Get on with it," I said.

"You have to let it pass through you.  Don't fight it," he said.

I felt his teeth sink into me.  When I felt like something was tugging at
my soul, I relaxed and let myself be carried away.  This was it.

He backed off of me as I opened my eyes.  "Beautiful," he said.

Why could I still see him?  I tried to open my mouth to speak, but nothing
happened.  I tried to move, but I realized I was paralyzed.  I wondered if
he had only stunned me by mistake.

But then I took a step forward, only my body was acting on its own accord.
I looked around, but I hadn't tried to look around.  I could still feel
every physical sensation of my body, but I wasn't controlling it.

He laughed.  "I can still feel you in there," he said.  "Don't worry, this
is a normal reaction when such a strong vampire submits.  You're
consciousness is lingering in your body.  In a while, it will slip into
darkness.  But for now, we might as well have some fun with it, right?"

My body moved towards him, grabbed the bottom of his shirt, and pulled it
off over his head, revealing his slim, smoothly muscled torso.  I looked
him up and down, feeling every inch of him with my eyes.

"I can see myself through your eyes," he said.  "I look damn good, don't
I?"

My hands roamed over his shoulders and chest as he said this, pinching his
two nipples simultaneously.  My hands traveled under his arms and around
his back, as our bodies locked together.  He shut his eyes and opened his
mouth slightly, and I licked his lips, then slipped my tongue into his
mouth.  My dick hardened and pressed against his jeans.

I felt guilty and wrong, even after I reminded myself that I was not in
control of my body.

I pulled back from him.  I felt the corners of my lips contracting into a
wicked smile as I laughed.  "Oh I wish you could feel this, Jake," I said,
or rather, he said through me.  My voice sounded familiar yet foreign.  I
grabbed my hard dick and started to squeeze it.  "I can feel every pleasure
your body feels," I said.  I looked into his eyes.  "I can see you and see
myself at once," I said.  His hand reached out and touched my chest.  "I
can get the pleasure of touching you and the pleasure of you being touched
at the same time."  He kissed me again.

My hand reached down between his legs, massaging his hard dick through the
denim of his jeans.  Breaking our kiss, I licked my way down his neck,
sucking on his left nipple momentarily before licking the rest of the way
to his belt.  I undid the buckle, and with a hard yank, pulled his jeans
down to his ankles.

He still had a pair of baggy red boxers on, and his dick was tenting out
the red cotton.  He rubbed it against the right side of my face, tickling
my ear with the tip of it.  Then I opened my mouth and started to lick the
head through the fabric.  He braced his heads against my head, digging his
fingers into my scalp until I felt pain, and I opened my mouth, taking his
dick in through his boxers.

I sucked on his head for a while, finding the taste and texture of his
cotton boxers to be a bit peculiar.  They became soaked from my saliva, but
as I sucked his head, I started to taste the saltiness of precum as well.
It must have started to leak through.

Just when I had gotten used to my hands holding his hips, they moved again,
this time going around to his ass.  My fingers slipped under the waistband
of his boxers, sliding over his smooth ass slowly, and pulling the shorts
down as I went.  My head moved back off his dick, and my hands pulled his
boxer down to his ankle.

My eyes took in his image.  His dick was big, although not as big as Syd's.
It had a smaller head, and arched upwards.  His balls were mostly hairless.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" he asked.  I tried to answer negatively, but of
course could not.

But then I did open my mouth.  "Your cock is the stuff of my hottest
dreams, Griff," I said.

He laughed then.  "Well, thank you, Jake.  Go ahead and taste it if that
would please you."

My head nodded and smiled as I dug my tongue into his dick slit, licking up
his precum.  I fondled his balls with my right hand as I took his dick into
my mouth and started bobbing up and down.

After a few minutes of him moaning obscenities, he stood back from me.

"Let's see that ass," he said.

I turned around, and crouched on all fours.  He brushed his finger across
my asshole.

"We need some lube, don't we, boy?  I thought I brought some with me...Ah
yes, I left it downstairs."  By the exaggerated tone of his voice I knew
this was staged.

"Jeepers, Griff, I'll go down and get the lube," I said in what sounded
like a Dennis the Menace impersonation.

With that I was on my feet, walking down the stairs into the crypt.  I
looked around.  My eyes focused on the lube standing on the floor some
thirty feet away from me, but I found myself focused on something else.
All of the stone coffins had been opened.  Inside were hundreds of
vampires, naked, with no sign of life.  He had opened the lids to all of
the vampires' coffins.  Why had he done this?

As I thought that over, my body skipped towards the lube, picked it up, and
trotted back upstairs.

Griffith was smiling as I came back, handing him the bottle.  Immediately I
was back on the floor on all fours.  I felt his lubed finger touching my
hole, moistening it.  It wasn't long before I felt the pressure of his dick
head against anus, and he was pushing inside of me.  He pushed all the way
in, then started pumping me, hitting my prostart with each thrust.

Physically, it felt great, but I was never into is psychologically.  But my
body was certainly responding, grunting with each of his thrusts and
pushing back against him eagerly.

"I never could decide between top and bottom," said Griffith behind me.
"Now I can experience both at once."  I reached my right hand behind him,
grabbed a hold of his ass, and pushed him harder into me with each thrust.

"I must say, kid, you are and excellent fuck."  He laughed again.

He went faster and faster into me, faster than would have been humanly
possible.

"Here I come," he yelled as he started to shoot inside me.

As he moaned in pleasure, I heard a slight click, as if he pressed a button
of some kind.  A second later, an explosion rocked the room.  The glass
tank of blood had been shattered.  It came at us in a waterfall of red.

The blood covered my whole body and swept me away from him.  I got on my
feet, and stuck my head out into the air.  Griffith was standing in front
of me, exuberant, lapping up the cold blood.  He looked at me.

"I bet you were wondering why I opened all those coffins, huh?  Well now
you know.  The blood isn't just decorative.  It serves a purpose.  Not
supposed to be broken until Vampires have control of the world."

Of course, he was waking all of them up.  Weren't there thousands of
vampires sleeping down there?  But they'd be pissed when they'd wake up to
find that Griff had crowned himself king of the kingdom.  They'd kill him
for it.

He shook his head.  "I know what you're thinking.  I'm not an idiot.  I've
bitten each and every one of them.  Given that they're all hibernating,
none of them were in the position to resist me.  Yes, the blood is starting
to reach them."  He shut his eyes.  "I can feel them waking up."

The gravity of the situation hit me violently.  A whole army of vampires
under his control.  And these weren't young vampires.  They were the oldest
vampires in existence.  Syd didn't have a chance anymore.  When he came
back, they'd slaughter him.  With an army like this, Syd would be able to
take on the world.

The blood had drained down to about my waist.  I noticed that my vision
began to blur, and I started to hear ringing in my ears.

Griffith opened his eyes.  "No Jake, don't leave me yet.  I want you to see
my creation."

In the pool of blood around me, heads started surfacing.  The crypt
vampires.  They stood up out of the blood, their bodies all naked and
covered with red.

"Let your last experience be a pleasant one," said Griffith.

The vampires started to surround me.  They were rubbing my wet body all
over, licking me everywhere.  More and more kept on coming.

I felt a warm tongue on my dick.  They were starting to suck me off.

As my vision faded to black, I started to shoot.  The last thing I felt was
the orgasm pulsing through me and countless hands all over me, beckoning me
to join them.

THE END