by Seasta (Copyrighted. You may save a copy for yourself but you may not distribute it to anybody else without the author's express permission)

Ever since I can remember I have been fascinated by the vampire - the eroticism and mysticism of the undead and the power they possess in luring and seducing the innocent into their unholy clutches.

I still remember the first time I saw Christopher Lee as the Prince of Darkness at the movies - the absolute terror and desire that held me transfixed in my seat beside my parents, unable to move an inch, lest the monster's attention would be diverted from his intended victim towards me. But even then as a six year old boy, my feelings were mixed because, truth be told, I secretly wished that I was in the poor soul's place.

Oh, how I wished that I was the one that he gazed upon so seductively and hungrily...

And even though later at night I feared the dark and could only sleep with the rosary around my neck, there were times when I would call out in my mind for him to come to me.

Being so young then, I didn't understand the attraction the vampire symbolized for me. When I entered my teens though, it dawned on me that the attraction was purely sexual.......

I would slip off my clothes in the middle of the night and stand by my bedroom window looking out into the vast black sky, attempting naively, perhaps to catch sight of anything that flew in the night on the off chance that I would see a vampire on the hunt and wishing that he or she would pay me a visit.

At first it didn't really matter to me whether my dark angel was male or female.

Later though, my fantasy dark angel tended to be male. I suppose it was then that I finally realized that I was gay.

Night after night I would stand naked at my window and on occasions when I was bolder, I would slip out of my house and lie in the garden without a stitch of clothing on. I would feel the heat rise up in my very being and right in the middle of the garden I would masturbate myself into a frenzy. And....at the very end when I was arching my body, straining for orgasm, I would cry out for my dark angel to come to me.

In my mind's eye, he would be very tall and dark haired with very intense deep blue eyes which would be capable of looking into your very soul and know in an instant your hidden desires. He would at first appear to be very young, innocent even, but upon looking closer would leave you completely confused about his actual age. His shining black hair would be straight in a typical boyish cut, medium length with front noticeably longer and frequently flopping to one side over his forehead, sometimes covering his eyes and bridge of his aquiline nose.

For the sake of comparison to a mortal, Thomas Gibson as he first appeared on Chicago Hope immediately springs to mind and would be the closest description of my dream dark angel.

His lips would be full and of course blood red....

His voice would be a deep baritone which only emphasizes his masculinity and virility. A faint European accent can be detected which unfortunately is not enough for one to tell exactly where he's from.......

..........my love.......

During the day I would read up on anything concerning vampires and vampirism that I would be able to get my hands on, desperately searching for anything which would lead me ....where?

I had absolutely no idea but of course that didn't deter me from my pursuits.

This extended to the point that I started neglecting my studies, much to my parents' dismay. They didn't know what was going through me, nor did they know about my obsession with vampires for I had kept all this secret!

My mom however came upon a few clues, like occasionally finding a pair of my briefs in the garden and a few stacks of books on vampires at my bedside table.

But she either could not connect them or she decided to remain silent. You know mothers and how intuitive they can sometimes be.

.......... I wait for you ......

My dad though was completely oblivious to this. He did however rage at me day in and day out about my falling grades and my apparent lack of effort and attention to my studies.

Of course I realized it myself but I just could not let go of this obsession.

.......... come to me ........

Night after night my fantasies grew and became ever clearer...

... he would glide so effortlessly and gracefully towards my bedroom window at the same instant when I would discard my clothes and go to it. I would throw open the window and beckon him in....

He would instantly be naked and in my arms planting passionate stinging kisses on my lips and neck.

I would be delirious with the intense pleasure and sensations coursing through my body....

... he carries me to my bed, lays me out on my back and roughly positions himself between my legs. He stares down into my eyes, willing me to do his will.

My hands reach out as if on their own accord and grasp his manhood which is already throbbing with need. I caress it gently, almost reverently and slowly stroke him.

He growls and grabs both my hands and pins them above my head. I nip at his neck, drawing a little blood.

Amazingly, the slight wound fades and disappears instantly. The taste of his blood is strange, so very unlike the coppery taste of mortal blood.

But it causes my passion to rise, and as he straddles me, I assist him by raising my legs and lifting my buttocks off the bed to meet him head on. I lock my legs around his broad smooth back and then feel the head of his manhood at the entrance, waiting....waiting....

I look up into his eyes again and it is like staring into a bottomless well...... it is just what he is waiting for, as, with a sudden violent push, he thrusts deeply into me, impaling me to the hilt...at the same time he brings his lips crashing down on mine biting my tongue and drawing blood.

My screams are buried in his throat for an eternity it seems but which is surely not more than a minute.

He finally raises his lips from mine and I see traces of my blood at the corners of his mouth and note that his canines have grown longer. He releases my hands, grabs hold of my head and proceeds to ride me long and powerfully.

I am now in a near delirium....with every thrust, I push back, bringing us together. My body is on fire, my inner walls pulling him ever deeper into my being, wanting this to last forever. I am quickly reaching the pinnacle, but, sensing this, he stops and I groan in frustration and urge him with my body to continue.

He doesn't and waits calmly until the sensation passes...... he continues thrusting deeper and deeper....

....... I am yours .........

We are locked together for well over an hour and he is now close..... he is thrusting at a furious pace and once again locks his lips to mine. Our tongues collide and wrestle each other while his body tenses and releases itself into my welcoming bowels.

I am myself almost there and he knows it. Releasing my lips, he bends further down, still in me....and takes me into his mouth. I thrust up involuntarily, ejaculating like a geyser and he bites down hard at the very base, mixing my blood with my seed ........

....... pain and pleasure merge into one ......

It seems to go on and on. He remains at my groin nursing hungrily and I feel lightheaded and blissfully at peace.

I don't realize that my sight is failing....the darkness becoming an all encompassing blackness.......

(Note: This is my very first attempt at writing and I would appreciate any constructive feedback I can get. Please forward all constructive comments to arien17@yahoo.com. Of course all negative insults will be cheerfully sent to the trash can and I shall reply only to the civil. Thank you.)