Date: Sat, 13 Oct 2001 10:01:07 -0700 (PDT)
From: Lorenzo Cooper <mkrann@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Kiss (revised)

 I am fairly young to this new life. I am starting to
learn some of the new talents I possess. My five
senses have been accelerated 100%. I know I can lift
at least a ton when I want to. I can read peoples
thoughts, and I am extremely swift. I am immune to
poisons, ailments, and I can heal all physical wounds
in minutes. I am also unable to age, and can live
indefinitely if I stay safe. I can't shape-shift,
communicate with animals, or fly yet. Oh, I apologize
if you don't know what I am describing to you. I am a
vampire. Probably the youngest one right now. 

 In human years, I am only 20. Or you could say I died
and rose again at the age of 20. My name is Angel
Malik Brown. I was born the youngest of twelve
siblings. I am 5 feet even,and 150lbs. I wear a size 6
shoe, and I have small hands. I was "blessed" with
long thick eyelashes, thick eyebrows, small lips and
grey eyes I inherited from my grandmother. Before
being brought into The Life, I hadn't believed in
vampires, ghosts, witches or anything like that. I
went to church faithfully every Sunday, because The
Browns Family were "church going folk" my grandmother
would say. 

 Now that I am a vampire, I know first hand that they
do exist right amongst everyday people. So many
stories have distorted the truth about vampires. The
fact the vampires don't like churches or crucifixes
are false. I love churches and yes I still believe in
GOD. Another false fact is that vampires kill only
innocent people and like only virgin blood. Well
honestly, it depends on the type of blood a particular
vampire likes to taste. Personally, I prey on evil,
sadistic people like serial killers, murderers and so
forth. Their blood tastes the sweetest. Virgin blood
tends to be very dry. Vampire blood is extremely
intoxicating, and children's blood is bitter to me.
Killers to me make the best blood. Another false fact
is that the vampire's bite makes you a vampire.
Nothing but myth. In fact, we only bite to feed. The
only way a vampire can make another vampire is by
exchanging sexual fluids like semen and for female
vampires their breast milk. Also vampires live by very
strict codes like we only make another vampire if we
desire a mate. The only time vampires pick a  mate is
if we aren't compatible with our companion, or the
death of our vampire companion. Vampires never kill
one another or they will be hunted and eventually
murdered. Vampires can only die by he light of the
sun, or fire with scattered ashes. Decapitation can
kill us, but thats only if the head is burnt
immediately. But to become a vampire is fascinating.
Let me tell you about the birth into The Life.

 I was in the twelfth grade, and my life crumbled
around me. My oldest brother died in a car accident. I
suffered a severe case of pneumonia, and I didn't have
any friends. I wasn't interested in girls, and they
equally weren't interested in me. I was a virgin. I
had never masturbated nor did I ever have an orgasm. I
didn't know what cum was. I didn't even notice I had
an attraction to boys until my prom night.
 
 It was the month of May and I was preparing for the
prom despite the fact that I would be going alone.
With only a week away, I had to make some final
preparations. I went all out. I rented a limousine
that had champagne. I even got my aunt to make my
suit. It was Deep Midnight Blue and the pants were Sky
Blue. The top fit like a snug trench-coat splitting
just above my navel and fell into a train that had
rhinestones throughout the material to make an effect
like the night sky when light hit it. My pants
shimmered with silver in the material. When prom night
came I felt like a king. My hair was cut and shaped to
perfection. When the limo finally came and picked me
up. I felt like I was on top of the world. I was going
to remember this night, I vowed. I wasn't losing my
virginity, but this definitely was a hallmark moment. 

 When I arrived at the school banquet hall everybody
stopped and stared. People that never spoke, spoke to
me. I actually held conversations with some girls, and
I even danced all night long until they slowed the
music down. The lights went dim and the DJ played
music that got everyone in a romantic mood. I was
thrusted back into the realization that I was at the
prom alone. I decided to take a seat, drink some
punch, and long for an episode of The Simpsons when I
noticed another figure standing alone across the room.
I figured he was there with some girl in my class. He
seemed to be searching the room for someone, so I
turned away. After about ten minutes of sulking to
myself, I decided to get up and go outside. I noticed
hat he wasn't there either. When I went outside I
stood alone, and watched young couples kiss, talk, and
kiss some more. I got the feeling I was being watched.
I noticed in the distance someone leaning against a
tree. Under normal circumstances, I would have ignored
this because I didn't know them, and I didn't know if
this person was actually staring at me. Deep within my
mind I felt my conscious being pulled. It made me
curious, and I found myself walking in the direction
of the person. By now I knew it was a boy, but when I
got even closer I knew that it was the boy standing
alone in the prom. I got within speaking distance, and
I spoke. 
 
 "Nice night tonight, the prom is really nice," I
said. He smiled. It made me feel uneasy, but I
continued on. "Who did you come with?, I asked. "I
came alone," he replied. "Don't feel bad so did I," I
stated. I began to feel like a fool. He was not
talking to me, and I really felt like I was desperate
for conversation, so I turned to walk away. "Why don't
you speak from your heart? I might want to say more to
you," he stated. I turned but when I saw him it was in
a different light. I could really see him even though
it was dark, and I saw all of his features. He was
tall, and he held scary grey eyes like that actor
Christopher Watkins. The one that played in the movie
The Prophecy. He also had strong jaws like a lion,
thick eyelashes, thick lips that fit his face, and a
mane of dredlocks. When he looked at me, I felt I had
to tell the truth because he knew me. I stammered,
"What are you talking about?" He looked at me and
smiled revealing perfect white teeth. I looked at him
as he raised off of the tree. He was thick, but I
didn't know if that was muscle or clothes. I looked up
at him, and he walked closer to me. I wanted to run,
but something held me there. Before I knew it. I felt
him grab me. I felt his lips press against mine, and
my knees buckled. He kissed me deeply for what seemed
like hours, and I felt his arms hold me. I felt his
tongue inside my mouth, and I pushed but it felt as if
I were pushing a steel wall. I summoned up enough
strength to push away. I tripped over the train of my
coat and fell. When I got back up to say something, he
was gone. That messed up my head. I immediately went
home, pulled out some Cherry Garcia ice cream,and ate
ice cream until eventually I went to sleep. 

 In my dream, I found myself fantasizing about the guy
that was at the prom. I was all alone at home. It was
late and it must have been raining because he was wet
from head to toe. I must have offered him some dry
clothes, because eventually we were in my room. I was
looking in the closet, and when I turned around he was
naked. That's when he grabbed me and hungrily kissed
me. This time I didn't fight. He made love to me, and
for the first time I 'came'. When I woke up there was
cum everywhere. All over me, all over the sheets, but
I hadn't moved out of the bed. My room hadn't changed
an inch. I suddenly began to have this reoccuring
dream night after night. I would always wake up with
cum all over me. This happened until August. 

 August was the month of my birth. I would be 20 on
August the 8th, and I was feeling quite pleasant. I
graduated 2nd highest in my class, I was going to a
good college, and I had met a girl I liked. I was
doing okay. I was working at a law firm as a
receptionist. I was doing just great. Lately I hadn't
dreamt about the strange guy. I figured it was a phase
I was going through. My birthday came, and I was
disappointed because my girlfriend was sick. My
presents were cool, but I only had my family there. No
friends at all. I decided to spend the evening inside
watching some videos I rented. It was raining outside
very hard, and lightning was fucking up the reception.
I figured this was some birthday, but I would
eventually get over it. That's when the bell rung. I
went to the door. When I looked through the door I saw
Mrs. Esther my next door neighbor. "Hello, Mrs. Esther
how you doing? Come on in. It's pouring down out
there." I said. "Naw, I am just letting you know your
upstair windows was wide open. They say the storm is
getting worse. You better shut them before you flood
the upstairs." she replied. She left and I went
upstairs to shut the windows. When I came back
downstairs I noticed the television was extremely
loud. I thought this was due to the storm. I turned it
down, and felt as though I was being watched. When I
spun around there he was standing right over top of
me. I screamed, "Yo what the fuck are you doing here?"
"I live in the neighborhood," he replied. He was wet
all over. "How did you get in here? Why did you come
in here? I mean, shit, you scared the hell out of me."
"You don't have to be afraid of me. The door was
opened, I heard the television was extremely loud so I
came in because it reminded me of some bad horror
movie. I came in to see if everything was okay." he
replied. "Well how did you know I lived here. Why are
you here?" I asked. I was afraid of him, but I think
the fear made me confident of myself. "I wanted to
introduce myself, and apologize for prom night. My
name is Omar, and I want to apologize if I acted too
abruptly" he stated. I looked at him, and his eyes
seemed to have a light inside of them. They were
beautiful. I offered him some dry clothes, and he
followed me up to my room. I walked to my room, and
Omar followed. When we got to my room, I told him to
undress while I find him something to wear. I knew he
couldn't fit any of my jeans, but a white t-shirt and
a pair of my sweat pants would fit him perfectly. I
was rummaging through the closet as he undressed. When
I turned around he was completely naked. Omar had the
body of an Adonis. Perfectly sculpted chest, arms, and
legs. His body was perfectly proportioned. I was
amazed. I felt my face got hot, and I felt as if I was
falling. I turned away quickly. I was ashamed that I
was actually staring at him, when I felt his hands
turn my face slowly towards him. Omar looked deeply
into my eyes, and said, "Please don't fight me. Let me
love you forever." I wanted to say something, but I
couldn't. My words were replaced with tender lips as
he kissed me deeply. I felt my body shudder as his
tongue explored my mouth, and his caress felt like
steel bars locking around my waist. Instinctively, my
hands moved to the back of his head. I felt him lift
me ever s gently off the ground, and it seemed as if
we floated to the side of my bed. Before I even knew
it, I was being kissed from head to toe, and my
clothes were being removed simultaneously. The light
in the room danced around our nakedness. My skin
became aroused as he licked me with his satin soft
tongue. My breathing was rushed as if I was running
for miles. I grabbed his head as Omar's mouth found my
penis. He licked the head of my penis before he
caressed and licked my balls. I could feel the sweat
on my forehead as he began to suck my penis gently.
Omar sucked slowly. Tasting every bit of my 8 1/2
penis. I felt myself cumming. I began to shudder all
over as I began to writhe about like a beheaded snake.
Omar quickened his sucking, and I screamed as a 'came'
in his mouth. My knees buckled, and I fell. I was
still cumming. Omar smiled and said, "I haven't begun
to love you yet. Will you let me have you?
Completely."
Without even thinking, I felt my head nod 'yes'. 
 Omar reached down and wrapped his arms around my
waist. My penis was still erect as it brushed up
against his hard stomach while he hug me close to him.
My legs dangling off the ground. He was like a giant.
Omar's tongue drifted down my neck. Between each lick
he would tenderly bite down causing me to whimper in
painful pleasure. He laid me onto my bed gently. I
gazed at his body for minutes that seemed like hours.
Studying him in the dark room. The only light seeping
in s from the street lamps outside, and the flashes
from the lightning. I looked at a flawless being. His
penis standing 12 inches from his body. I gyrated my
hips in anticipation of what he was about to do to me.
I couldn't control myself. I was moving to forbidden
music, dancing a forbidden dance, eyes closed in a
trance. I was over flowing with passions that had been
locked away, and I wanted him to drink from my nectar.
Omar crawled on top of me slowly taking hold of my
neck. With his tongue, he licked expertly around an
artery making it erogenous. I turned my head to allow
him more access. Suddenly, I felt two pricks
simultaneously on my neck. I cried out. "Ohhhh
please," I pleaded. It felt as if two needles pierced
my neck. I felt my energy drawing away from me. My
limbs became so light. My head began to spin. My eyes
filled with water. I started to cry instinctively. I
felt him lift my legs towards my chest. Omar raised up
from my neck, and I saw the two canine teeth
pertruding over his lower lip slightly. I wanted to
scream, but all that came out was a slight whimper.
"You wanted love eternal. Let me give it to you. Relax
your mind, and your body. Submit to me," he stated. I
closed my eyes and felt him place the head of his
penis against my ass hole. He left his penis in
position as he took his index finger, and touched the
wounds he had made on my neck. Smearing the blood onto
his finger, he placed his finger upon my lips. I
tasted my own blood which seemed to taste so dry but
good. Then Omar pressed his mouth against my throat,
and began to suck from the original spot. I cried out
loudly as I felt his penis burrow slowly past my
sphincter. Penetrating my hole. My nails dug deep into
his back as I began to cry. I felt him so deep within
me. I felt him even in my stomach so it seemed. As he
drunk from me, I felt him drive angrily inside of me.
Bearing down within my hole, causing me to call out
with every thrust. Panting and groaning, scratching
and pulling we became two beings of extreme passion.
My walls broke and I release myself to him. He sucked
and made love to me with savage passion. I felt the
extremes of every emotion through him. I learned his
age (425 years old), I knew he died at 20 also, and I
knew he was loved me. I knew these things as if he
were passing his thoughts to me through our
lovemaking. Omar quickened his pace, and I closed my
eyes. Then He slammed into me causing me to scream out
in pleasure as I 'came' all over myself. He threw back
his head and roared like a lion. I screamed again.
Begging him to stop as I felt the pulsing of his penis
release within me, and he pumped it deeper into me.
Not allowing anything to seep out. It felt so warm,
and my insides loosened. With tears in my eyes, and
him still deep inside of me I faded into darkness.

 I died that night. So my family assumed. I was 'dead'
for about a week. I heard them state that I died of a
heart attack. Apparently, they found no traces of foul
play. The bites on my neck had vanished. I apparently
looked younger and more perfected as if covered by
beauty. I heard my eulogy. Then Omar came for me in
the midnight hours. I rose again. Omar gets better
with time. I thought vampires were unreal I was proven
wrong. I thought love unconditional was unreal I again
was wrong. Omar didn't believe in angels until he met
me.         
                                Angel