THIS STORY IS COPYRIGHT ©
2009 BY ThomasNealy. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. DISTRIBUTION FOR COMMERCIAL
GAIN, INCLUDING, BUT NOT LIMITED TO, POSTING ON SITES OR NEWSGROUPS,
DISTRIBUTION AS PARTS OR IN BOOK FORM (EITHER AS A WHOLE OR PART OF A
COMPILATION) WITH OR WITHOUT A FEE, OR DISTRIBUTION ON CD, DVD, OR
ANY OTHER ELECTRONIC MEDIA WITH OR WITHOUT A FEE, IS EXPRESSLY
PROHIBITED WITHOUT THE AUTHOR'S WRITTEN CONSENT. YOU MAY DOWNLOAD ONE
(1) COPY OF THIS STORY FOR PERSONAL USE; ANY AND ALL COMMERCIAL USE
EXCEPTING EDUCATIONAL INSTITUTIONS REQUIRES THE AUTHORS WRITTEN
CONSENT. THE AUTHOR MAY BE CONTACTED AT:
ThomasNealy@Gmail.com
Notice:
Posting on any site or newsgroup without the authors express written
permission is prohibited. As of this posting, the only authorized
sites are ThomasNealy, Fort Family sites/CSU publication, Gay
Authors, and the Nifty Archive, including Archive mirrors. To request
permission to be added to this list, contact the author at .
ThomasNealy@Gmail.com.
To report unauthorized postings, please e-mail the same address.
The stories posted herein are works of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. Some of the people named are real persons and celebrities in their own right, but their mention or involvement in the plot is strictly fictional and purely for the purposes of the story and in no way implies any personal or sexual preferences, ideas or beliefs, on the part of the real person of that name. No inferences are implied or intended whatsoever, to the persons mentioned, as a result of this work. This story may contain scenes of a graphical nature which may not be legal in your area.
I would like to thank my editors Marty, D, And FIBITA.
This
is a new story. Depending on reaction I may write
more.
…..............................................
Love Found In
The Shadows Chapter 1
Sebastian
was walking out of his apartment on his way to night classes. The
only way he could afford college was to work in the day and take a
few classes at night. It is a cold day so he pulls the collar of his
full length coat tighter around his neck. The wind is sharp and
hard. Winters in Cleveland can be harsh. The weather likes to change
and change fast. One moment it will be sunny and nice out next there
is a blizzard and 4 feet of snow heading your way. Tonight is one of
the last type. As Sebastian nears an alley he shivers. He thinks
he's cold but for some reason he looks around him. His subconscious
is telling him what his waking mind can't rationalize. Danger is
near.
Marcus
watches from the darkness of the alley. The shadows are safe they
allow him, to watch, to look, and to search without being seen. He
is getting restless and hungry. It had been too long since he last
fed. This was the thing he always struggled with. The need to feed
off humans. After 1800 years he still refused to kill those humans
he fed on. As a result he could not drain them like the others did
so freely. He would have to hunt more because of it but the extra
work was worth not killing, at least to him it was. Marcus is not
like the many vampires that run around today.
For
one he is among the oldest still alive, well outside the Council of
elders any way. The council used to be made up of all the first
generations. But many of them went into Torpor. Now the vampire
world is stuck with a bunch of wannabes second gens that think there
first gens. Marcus is a second generation vampire. The difference is
he does not care about power games. He is far older then most of the
council and although he is 2nd generation he has the power of a 1st.
That is the other thing that makes him different form other vampires
besides his reluctance to kill. His sire asked him to feed on him
resulting in the death of his sire but also his rise to the position
he is in now. The source,Cain, has not been seen for several
thousand years so the 1st generations cannot be replaced. There are
fewer and fewer of them left. Last time he checked there were only
ten left alive eight were in Torpor, two were still on the council.
As
he continued to look at the world in front of him, he sees his
target. Coming up the walk way is a blond haired young man who could
not be any more then 20 years old. He is so young, so naive. The
young always taste better, probably because they're so full of life.
Just as he is about to make his move, a move that will alter
Sebastian's life for ever, he stops and looks into his preys eyes
then freezes. There is an awareness there that he not seen in a very
long time. He pauses just for a moment then brushes it off. He
ghosts behind the young man. In the blink of an eye they're gone.
Marcus takes him deeper in the ally then feeds. As the blood pulses
out of Sebastian's neck with every heart beat. Marcus drinks deep;
he drinks not just for food, but also for memory. Master vampires
can bite another being and gain access to their memories. Marcus
does this with his victim. What he sees will change both of them
forevermore.
As
he drinks and sees memories of another life, someone else's, he is
shocked to see someone so pure so untainted by the world around
them. This person is truly good. Then something else happens some
thing the elders say happens so rarely that it is regarded as myth.
Marcus fell in love. He stops feeding and stairs down into horror
filled blue eyes, and he sees his face reflected back. Blood
dripping from his mouth and fangs extended. Two one inch razor
sharp fangs begin to retract back into his mouth as the blood frenzy
dissipates. His face smooths out and his eyes return to their
normal green. The look of horror is replaced by one of wonder. Then
Sebastian blacks outs. There is only so much a human mind can
handle. Marcus Shadow Walks to Sebastian's room and lays him in
bed. He watches over him till the signs of waking begin, then he
leaves but stays hidden in the shadows waiting to see what the
reaction will be, most victims that survive block out the whole
thing. Their minds protect them from what they know must not exist.
For to know beyond a shadow of a doubt that you are but cattle for
a god would be too much for the mind to cope with.
Sebastian
wakes slowly. Then realization hits and he sits up right. He
wonders if it was all just a dream. His hand goes to his neck but
nothing is there. Marcus watches and sees this. He knows that this
means the memory was not totally blocked out. He should kill him
now. That is what he is supposed to do. It is this rule that makes
so many not bother to spare the life of their meal. It is too much
trouble to watch and make sure there is no memory. He can't do it;
he knows he should but he can't. He does not yet know what took
place as he drank Sebastian's blood, he does not yet know the
feeling that are brimming just below the surface is the feeling of
love. Love has not touched his heart in close to 1800 years. The
last time he felt this emotion he was human.
Marcus
returns to the room still cloaked between the worlds. He lets his
form bleed ever so slightly into the world of light just enough to
let his outline be seen and waits. Part of him hopes the man in the
bed will not notice him and part is thrilled with the idea of
talking to him.
Sebastian
gets a tingle down his spine and shivers then looks up almost as if
by reflex. He jumps back in the bed startled to see a human shape in
the darkness.
"Who
are you?" Sebastian asks. Then lower in a volume that would be
inaudible to a human. "What are you?"
Marcus steps out of the shadows fully letting the light hit him.
Sebastian gasps out of fear, wonder, and amazement. A multitude of
emotions play across his face but seem to settle on confusion.
"What
do you want with me?" Sebastian asks.
"I
don't know." Is the only thing Marcus says.
"Are
you going to kill ME?" Sebastian looks terrified as this idea
crosses his mind.
"No
that I do know. You will be safe. As for who I am. You are right
introductions are in order. I am Lord Marcus Ferri, and as for what
I am you all ready know this." His tone is cold, calculating
and with the unmistakable air of an aristocrat.
Sebastian
knew he should be feeling fear but all he can muster is wonder and
awe. Before him is creature that should not exist something strait
from myth.
"How
did I get back here?"
"I
brought you back after you blacked out. You will feel fine in a few
days I did not take much." The honesty shocks both of them.
Sebastian was not expecting the blunt truth that he was just feed
on, and Marcus did not know why he told the truth. He felt something
else - shame. He may not like killing humans or drinking their
blood to live but he never felt shame. That was beat out of him as
a child. The ruling class did not feel shame. Shame is brought on by
society's perception of an act. If a noble did some thing that
society thought wrong it was the job of society to change to
accommodate the noble not the other way around.
For
a long time there is silence in the air neither talking. Then Marcus
breaks the silence.
"I
will leave you in peace now. Tell no one of this night."
"Please
don't go." Sebastian say. surprising Marcus.
"Why
would you want me to stay?"
"I
don't know but I know I don't want you to leave, but I need to get
to class."
"That
is possible. Close your eyes." Without stopping to think what
he is doing or how many rules he is breaking, he picks Sebastian up
and Shadow Walks to the campus. "You can open your eyes now."
Marcus is still holding him and looks down in his eyes as they open.
Sebastian's breath catches.
"Thank
you." Marcus moves to put him down and Sebastian places his
feet on the ground but does not move away. "I have to go. Will
you wait for me."
"I
can come with you if you wish." Neither seems willing to be
separated. What they don't know is that this is just the beginning
of what will become a eternity of love. They walk in to the
building and head to a lecture hall. They stand close too close for
what would be considered appropriate to most.
The
teacher starts the lecture. The class is on the fall of the Roman
Empire. The things that humans get wrong never seem to end. Marcus
has a hard time controlling his laughing. After class Sebastian asks
him what that was all about.
"Almost
everything he said was wrong. I should know I lived all that."
This seems to bring Sebastian up short.
"What
do you mean you lived all that. How old are you?"
"In
January I will be 1816 years old."
"But
you look my age. You look 19."
"In
a way I am. I was turned at 19. Now are you ready to go back to your
home." His tone has become gentler; it is not as cold, nor is
it sharp and condescending."
"Yes
I am." Marcus does not give him a chance to protest he picks
him up and they're back at the apartment.
"What
was that?" He stammers as Marcus sets him on his feet.
"That
is shadow walking."
"OK
if you say so." Sebastian's tone makes Marcus laugh. it sounds
like bells chiming and brings a smile to Sebastian's face. They
spend a great amount of time talking. Marcus answers all the
questions he can. Eventually Sebastian goes to sleep. Marcus moves
him to the bed and removes his shoes, pants and shirt, then pulls
the covers up over him. He moves back to the chair and watches him
sleep. While he watches he thinks. He keeps replaying the day or
rather night over in his head. He still cannot understand what has
happened nor does he grasp how or why he is so attached to this one
human, but he can't bring himself to leave his side.
…...........................
Anyone who
would like to can reach me at ThomasNealy@gmail.com
please includes the story name.
Feel
free to visit my web site
http://sites.google.com/site/thomasnealy
Chapters
are always posted on my site first.