He's Mine

The Blond Boy

Before I got buried she tortured me for 5 years straight. The first two years were the worst but the last 3 years felt exhilarating.
3 years into the torture
She stabbed me in the stomach with her knife. She grabbed my face and whispered in my ear.

"You like this now aren't you"

I smiled and leaned forward and kissed her cheek. She pulled away and grabbed my neck and kissed me. She took the knife out and cut down my body.

The feel of the knife down my body made me want her even more. The torture was no longer painful it was heaven. She climbed on top of me and put the knife to my throat. She licked my neck and started to cut.

She pulled it away and my body healed right away. She finally allowed me to drink from her. She took her shirt off and put her chest near my mouth. My fangs came out and I bit her chest.

She moaned as I bit her chest. She pulled away and grabbed my chin. And kissed me. I still had blood in my mouth as she kissed me.

It had gotten to the point where she knew that I started to like the pain but she has grown attached to me and I grew attached to her blood.

It went like this for 2 more years until she finally buried me. The hunter had taken me to California and put me on the ground near an oak tree.

The first month was the worst until I figured out that I could go into a vegetable state.

I let my mind rest and I went into a dream-like state for 30+ years.

30+ years had past
My body tensed up and I ripped through the box and chains I was in. As I flew out of the growing I grabbed the rat my body automatically sensed. I drained that rat and my mind awoke. My clothes were dirty and ripped up. My hair was to my back and matted and filthy. I walked down the street into an alley when I saw him. He was pretty like a girl, he had blond hair that slightly hung over his eyes. Blue Monolid-shaped eyes, he was around 5'9 with a small waist. He was on the skinner side, maybe 115 pounds. He turned around and asked if I was alright. I hadn't spoken in 30+ years so it was an adjustment.

"What year is it"

"2019. Do you need help, sir?"

"I just need some food and to get myself cleaned up please"

He came to me and grabbed my hand and took me to his house. It was strange that he let a stranger come into his home with little to no questions.

He gave me a washcloth and towel and showed me how to work the shower.  I got out of the shower and looked at myself in the mirror. There were scissors on the bathroom counter so I cut my hair to my shoulders. I washed my face with the face wash on the table. I was still hungry so I bit my hand and it allowed my face to go from sunken back to normal. My eyes were light green while my skin was light brown. I had almond eyes like my Korean father. My hair was curly like my African mother, I had her full lips and narrow perfect nose.

I walked outside of the bathroom and back into his room. His eyes widened and he blushed. I only had a towel on. He gave me these boxers and told me to put them on. He turned away as I put them on.

"These are tight"

He looked at me and his face lit up again as he looked at my body.

"Yeah uh they are tight"

I put on the shirt he handed me and it was also small.

"I'm sorry I don't have clothes that are your size. You're a lot taller and muscular than me."

"It's fine to thank you for your kindness"

"What's your name sir."

"I'm Lonan Jack"

"Lonan is an interesting name, I'm Casey"

"Nice to meet you, Casey"

"How old are you Lonan?"

"17 years old. How old are you?"

"I'm 16"

He kept asking all of the basic questions about where I was from, why I was alone etc. He asked me where my parents were and I lied and said I ran away.

His grandparents walked in and saw me and shut the door quickly thinking I was a boy he invited me over.

He ran out of the room and explained everything to them and why I was half naked. They allowed me to stay with them until I turned 18.

I couldn't turn 18 ever. I was stuck like this forever. Alive and immortal a monster but they could never know this

Thank you for reading🤧