Date: Sat, 7 Sep 2013 04:24:28 -0500 From: Travis Kuehl Subject: "Of Blood and Moon" Chapter 1. Gay Fantasy By: TK This story contains graphic acts of gay sex between consenting male adults at least age 18 or older. This story also contains content involving werewolves, vampires, humans, and other "other-worldly" creatures with acts of violence, submission, deception, and romance. It also contains graphic language. Any persons, places, or things expressed in this story are fiction, and any similarities are coincidence. This story is copyright to me, the author, and may not be reproduced in whole or in part, without my written concent. Except for Nifty.org. If this content offends you, please leave now. If you are under the age of 18, please leave now. If you live in a country where you can not view this content, please leave now. Please forgive any typos or grammar errors as this is my first time actually commiting to writing a story. If you can get past that, then I hope you enjoy! To the rest of you, I will tell you the tale of Tobias Hartley's life spiraling out of control as a twist of fate plunges him into a world where fairy tales and nightmares really do come true. Also Nifty is a wonderful place where like minded people can learn and share in their stories, a piece of themselves. So please, if you can spare it, donate to the website here to help us keep our land of make believe, ours. Chapter 1 When Life Gives you Lemons... "Hart! Get your ass out of bed and get down here, before I come up there and soak you with cold water!" Came the shrill voice of his mother, Mary, from downstairs. Hart's eyes flew open, and he woke with a start. He jumped out of bed nearly sending his cat, Boober, flying accross his room nearly sending him into the wall. After such conduct, Boober flew to the bedroom door, and with a loud meow, ran out of the room. "Shit... sorry Boo" Hart mumbled to himself as the pound in his chest started to slow. "I'm up Mom, put the damn water away." He yelled out. "Hurry up and get dressed. Remember you have Orientation today, and I want to take you out to eat before you leave." His mom called out from downstairs again. Hart looked at his clock on his bedside table. It read it was 12:30 PM. With a sigh, Hart got up, went to the bathroom accross the hall, relieved himself, and came back to his room. Looking on the chair next to his now empty computer desk, he found his outfit that he chose to leave out, the rest of his clothes packed already, along with his computer, and started to dress. He took a good look of himself in the full length mirror on his door, the last time he will do if for a year, and realized just how much he has grown in 18 years. Tobias Hartley, or as everyone close called him "Hart", stood looking in the mirror at his 18 year old, 6'1" slightly hairy body. He was a bit chunky at 235lbs. Not fat, just slightly husky supported by his broad shoulders and long legs. He looked at his short wavey brown hair, that always parted the wrong way, to the left. No matter what he tried to do with it, it would always go back to the same part. He never really liked the way his body looked, except for his eyes. His eyes, the color of Hazel, had the wonderful ability to shift colors depending on his mood. Green when he was in a happy mood, brown when he was sad, Hazle when he was content. Today they showed a light brown with a few fleck of green showing he was sad and nervous. And why wouldn't he be. He was about to follow through on a choice he made 3 months ago... college. He was nervous, never leaving home longer then a week when he went on a class trip to Mexico two years ago, and moving out to go live in the college town of La Crosse, Wisconsin, which was three hours away, scared him. But what scared him more was that he was gay. Open about it, but he was shy. He didn't have many friends, and the ones he did have had already left to start their life away from home. But he was also sad. He would be leaving his mother alone. His dad, James, died 3 years ago, and both him and his mother took it really hard. Sometimes, he could still hear his mom crying about it. He worried about what his mother was going to do with him out of the house, but realized he needed to do this. He had to start life on his own. With one last glance at the mirror, he put on the blue jeans and olive green shirt that he left out, grabbed his backpack and headed downstairs. "You know, people die in bed." His mother said with a bemused smile as he greeted her in the kitchen. "I left you some coffee, but it might be cold." "Sorry. And thanks." Hart said, returning the smile. He grabbed a coffeecup from the dishwasher and poured himself a cup, adding cream and sugar, and put it in the microwave to reheat it. "After you finish that, let's head out so we can get something to eat. How about Jack's." She said, with a slight tinge of sadness in her voice. Jack's, Or Jack's diner was the place mom and I went to go eat at often. After dad's death mom didn't have the heart to cook much anymore, so we always ordered from there. "Sure, It will be the last time I eat there for awhile I guess. I'm gonna miss the food." Hart said with a sad smile. Hart finished his coffee and left with his mother shortly after to head to Jack's, where they ate and talked. Shortly after they both made their way home and said their goodbyes. Telling eachother how they were going to miss one another. Hart had tears in his eyes when he got into his car and left. His mind was scattered as he made the three hour dive to La Crosse in the balmy August afternoon, where he would be spending his next 4 years learning about Music and libral arts. He started think about what he was going to do after orientation, when all of a sudden a big brown thing streakd into the middle of the road. "Oh SHIT!" Hart screamed as he slammed on the breaks. But was too late and heard a massive "Thump" as he hit the brown thing, whatever it was. Hart quickly undid his seat belt and steped out of the car, panic filling his chest, heart pounding, running to the brown thing that looked like a huge wolf. But as he got closer he noticed the wolf starting to shift and change into something that resembled a human. "I'm so sorry!" He screamed out rushing to the brown thing. Hart stopped in his tracks, fear crippling him. "It must be nerves." he thought to himself. "God damn it!" The brown wolf now human yelled in anger and pain. "Watch where the fuck you are driving you dumbass!" Hart, who's fear was at an all time high, started to turn to run back to his car. But didn't make it two steps before he smacked into something, and then with a force which could not be explaned, was belted hard across his chest sending him flying across the road. Hart landed in the ditch across the road with a hard thud and a groan. Crawling onto his hands and knees and looked up to see who his attacker was, and his fear boiled over onto the ground in the form of vomit. Standing about 20 feet away was what could only be described as a werewolf. He was HUGE! He stood at least 7 feet tall, on thickly muscled legs covered in black fur. His huge clawed hands connected to long muscled arms that looked like they could bend steel and were also covered in the same black fur. His broad and muscled chest was hairless, instead taking on a dark blaack skin that almost looked like leather, all the way down to his abs. But it was his face that scared Hart the most. His face had a long muzzle that had sharp looking white teeth and fangs that looked like they could tear through flesh like a hot knife through butter. His ears, pointed and covered in the same black leather looking skin. But his eyes... they glowed, gold. Hart tried to get up, he felt a searing hot pain as he did so making it hard to breathe. "Yup." He thought. "Must of broken a rib." He was also bleeding from a gash across his chest. The black werewolf look Hart directly in the eye and Hart couldn't do anything but shake. "This is it, I'm a dead man." He thought. But he wouldn't go down without a fight. Hart turned and made a run for it into the nearby forest. As he did this, the werewolf let out a heart stopping roar and gave chase. Hart didn't get very far before he felt the familier smack agaisnt his back followed by him being sent soaring through the air, crashing into a tree ahead of him. Searing pain surged through him and he felt his right shoulder dislocate and a warm wetness crawl down his back. The werewolf stared directly into Hart's eyes and said in a very deep growl. "So, you think you can injure one of my pack, and not answer for it?" "I'm sorry, I swear I didn't see him until..." "Silence!" The werewolf roared. And Hart did, He didn't have the strength to talk, the whole of his torso was in agony, and he was bleeding vastly from the claw wounds. "I'm going to kill you now, slowly. for what you have done to my packmate. It's a shame too, having to die so young." The werewolf said smugly. The werewolf lifted a clawed hand and swiped it at Hart's face. Pain like he never had before gripped him as the sharp claws raked his face. Blood started pouring out all over the ground. He tried to open his eyes but the right one could only see red as the blood covered his eye. Hart's life flashed before him. And as he looked at his short life he realized that it was a waste. He never did anything, never really had anyone. He was a loner. Hell he didn't even have sex yet. He had hoped college would of changed all of that. but being so shy and submissive he knew that it would of just been the same. He would be alone. Never feeling like he belonged. Never feeling like he was loved. And when the realization of how worthless his life had been collapsed into the forfront of his mind, his sadness about it turned to hate. Hatred of himself. And he realized that he wanted this, he wanted to die. Right here and right now. And with that his hatred turned into courage as he screamed at the werewolf. "Do it then! Kill me already! Stop playing with me like some chewtoy and get it over with Fido!" The smug look on the werewolf's face left, replaced by rage at the insolence of this stupid boy. He stared the boy in the eyes as he got within inchs of his ravaged face and let out a massive roar. The boy didn't look away, and this angered the werewolf more. He made a move to bite out his neck but something in the werewolf made him change direction and he bit down, hard, onto the shoulder of the boy. Hart closed his eyes as the werewolf bit down on his dislocated shoulder. The pain was so intense. So much so that he couldn't stifle the scream that blasted out of his mouth. The werewolf held him like that for almost a minute before letting him go. The fear, rage, and pain all came down on him then, and he blacked out. But not before hearing the werewolf say coldly... "No." To be continued. Thanks for reading so far. I can't wait to tell you what happens to Hart in the next chapter. Rebellion. As with anyone on nifty I really want to hear your comments about the story, good or bad I like feedback. E-mail me at tktravisk@gmail.com Thanks! -TK