Becoming Vampire

1. High society

Paris, 1742

Two hours after sunset, a very elegant man in his late 20s, wearing a blue satin three-piece suit climbs inside the carriage waiting for him in front of his town house.

He's been invited to a soirée hosted by the duchess of Châteauroux, Anne Marie, the king's mistress, and he's ready to make his star appearance fashionably late. The man, called Jeff, is renowned by his beautiful voice and musical skills, as well as his looks and reputation as a lover.

Several ladies are waiting for his arrival with impatience. When Jeff enters the expensively decorated sitting room, full of Parisian high society, he's intercepted every two minutes by powerful men and women, all wanting to have a bit of him.

He winks and smiles charmingly to one of his special friends, Emilie, Marquise du Châtelet, who smiles behind her fan nearby. Unfortunately, her husband Claude is there too, and he notices Jeff. When he comes to speak to him, Claude's hand touches Jeff's elbow and he can smell his breath reeking of garlic, making Jeff flinch in disgust.

Claude is not bothered by his wife pursuing Jeff since he's also sexually attracted to him. But Jeff cannot stand the man, the garlic smell is too strong even from this distance, so he moves away as fast as he can.

He locates his other lover, Elisabeth, duchess of Richelieu, sitting on a sofa surrounded by admirers.

Both women call themselves his lovers, but he doesn't actually make love or even touch them. He brings them to climax with his voice and his mind, creating images in their trance that seem so real the women will later swear they had sex... While in reality Jeff would just be feeding on their blood.

Jeff is a vampire who preys on the rich and powerful. He's done quite well for himself in the last decades so he can now afford this life of luxury and being extremely picky over what to eat.

He scans the room for any other possible preys, he won't go anywhere near Emilie today. Her husband gives him the creeps. And Elisabeth is attracting too much attention tonight.

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In a busy Parisian restaurant, Bible, the young secretary of the governor of Pondicherry, is getting drunk. He's having dinner with a young Dutch nobleman who travelled with him and his boss from Cyprus to Paris.

They just arrived this morning, and although it would have been normal to separate their paths, the taller man was insisting in celebrating their safe arrival and he invited Bible for dinner.

The man is called Adriaen and has green eyes and dark blond hair that could be described as attractive. But Bible is not used to having alcohol, and it doesn't take long for his companion to notice the slow speech, the brighter, wetter eyes, and the slight blush on Bible's face.

Adriaen, on the other hand, is completely sober but acting as if he was tipsy, too. Liking what he sees. He goes to refill the cups and his hand grazes on Bible's. Adriaen watches his prey closing his eyes for a fraction of a second.

In the dark room of the restaurant, where only candlelights illuminate their faces, Bible flushes and remembers he needs to work the following day. He suddenly needs to be alone back home, so he abruptly stands up to go out, spilling his cup.

It requires all his wit to coordinate his movements walking out the restaurant without falling over, so he can't avoid Adrian leaving the restaurant and sharing his carriage with him, he merely notices his presence. Once inside, Bible feels so sleepy that somehow he ends up resting his head on Adriaen's lap and closes his eyes.

With a hand caressing Bible's cheek, Adriaen, a vampire, starts manipulating Bible's thoughts.

Bible finds himself having a wet dream, feeling invisible hands touching his body that now feels hot like running a fever. A hand grabs his cock and moves it with just the perfect pressure and rhythm. He opens his mouth to let out a moan and something that feels like a big snake constricting him touches his lips. Bible just instinctively bites down hard. He can feel the metallic taste of blood and someone's hand over his mouth. But he's deep inside a mud pit and it's so hard to get to the surface and open his eyes.

Bible wakes up in pitch darkness, lying down on the velvet seat of the carriage, alone. A painful sensation is sobering him up. When he presses his fingers over his neck he sees traces of blood. And there's the taste of blood in his mouth, too.

Whatever happened to him, it happened inside the carriage, he thinks with a shudder. He needs to get out. He asks to stop, pays and starts walking to clear his mind.

It's about 3 in the morning, the sky is clear and the moon is full. He's going through a nice area of the city, with elegant townhouses and big villas on each side of the road.

He would enjoy the walk but the pain hasn't left him, on the contrary it's becoming more and more acute, and he also feels weaker. He sees a recess with some marble steps and he suddenly feels he can't walk any longer, so he sits down and closes his eyes again.

 

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Jeff is coming back home after dropping his dear Elizabeth home. A look was all it took for her to dismiss her admirers and wait for him at her house. Jeff knows a secret passage to her chamber and once there... He just took what he wanted and left her satisfied, sleeping like a kitten when he got out.

Her house is only a few hundred metres from Jeff's so he decides to walk under the moonlight.

The familiar scent of a vampire comes to him from one of the verges, though, making him frown. Who is stupid enough to trespass and come to feed in his territory?

The vampire in question is lying on the steps of a gate house. He seems very ill, at the verge of starvation. He also seems quite weak, maybe something went wrong when he became vampire or the one who gave his blood wasn't powerful enough.

All that passes through Jeff's mind while looking at the handsome pale face of the stranger.

Shouldn't he just turn around and leave him there?

His stomach churns at the thought of the final death of this helpless stranger.

He closes his eyes and sniffs around. It's 4 am, some servants are waking up. He senses a young lad getting firewood from a nearby shed. In a flash, since the street is so quiet, he grabs the guy, knocking him out and brings his neck to touch the stranger's lips.

Fresh human blood should wake him up. The stranger opens his eyes, his eyelids fluttering and looks up at him, puzzled. Almost a minute passes and Jeff realises with a sigh the handsome stranger doesn't even know how to feed himself.

Something must have gone really wrong when he became vampire.

Jeff sighs again before piercing the young lad's neck with his fangs and sucking a good mouthful of blood.
It tastes tart like cheap wine to a gourmet. So different from Elisabeth's.

Jeff grabs the stranger's nape and brings their mouths closer, opening their lips and passing the blood slowly. He doesn't lower the pressure on the stranger's nape until he makes sure he's swallowing.

Then the young vampire changes completely, he becomes perkier and starts acting like a puppy, making soft pleading noises when the blood runs out.

Jeff takes another mouthful and the handsome young man doesn't wait, he starts licking his mouth inside and outside, the tip of his tongue waking up some instinctual and hard to define feelings in Jeff.

When that mouthful of blood runs out, Jeff brings the neck of the lad to Bible's lips again, showing him how to draw his fangs and suck.

The third mouthful for Bible doesn't taste as good as the previous ones, but Bible realises he's doing it for himself and all his tiredness is gone.

His eyes are filling with tears of gratitude to the handsome man who is now straightening up and taking the human away from him.

- That's enough, - says Jeff - you don't want to kill him.

Jeff's voice is like a velvet glove caressing Bible's ears. He nods and smiles at him.

- Thank you, I owe you - says Bible - What can I give you in return?

Jeff is a bit lost, feeling awkward. What can he give him in return, indeed?

- It's okay - he says, straightening himself and cleaning the dust on his trousers - I will see you again, maybe.