My Vampire

The Dark Journal

The morning sun yet again cast a warm glow over the El Royale motel, its architecture shimmering in the desert light. Nicholas and Ambrose, both very much satiated from the previous night's debauchery in the woods, stirred in their motel bed, the sheets tangled around them. The room still carried the faint scent of gin and citrus, a reminder of the erotic games they had played during their little getaway. As they woke, Nicholas traced the lines of Ambrose's face, their fingers delicately lingering on the stubble growing in along his jaw, a silent appreciation for the creature who had shown them such intense physical and emotional pleasure since they had met.

Ambrose, his dark eyes already sparkling with mischief, leaned in and kissed Nicholas tenderly, his lips tasting sweetly of the previous night's indulgences. "Good morning, my darling Nicky," he whispered, his deep voice immediately sending a shiver down Nicholas' spine. "I believe we have one last adventure to savor in this place before we bid farewell."

After a leisurely and extravagant breakfast in bed for the human, Ambrose surprised Nicholas with an outfit he had purchased for them before the trip. It was a vintage-inspired ensemble, a nod to the era of the motel's heyday—a crisp black shirt, a tailored vest, and high-waisted trousers that accentuated Nicholas' slender figure. Ambrose, ever the stylish one, had even had the clothes perfectly tailored to fit Nicholas' body in advance.

"You look exquisite, my dear," Ambrose praised as Nicholas admired their reflection in the full-length mirror. "This outfit suits you so perfectly, Nicky. I want you to wear it as we leave, a most handsome tribute to our time here."

As they packed their belongings, Ambrose left a generous tip for the room cleaning service, ensuring the pair would be remembered fondly. With their bags loaded into the vintage car, they set off, leaving the mysterious desert town behind. The drive back to San Francisco was filled with good music and playful banter, the wind whipping through Nicholas' shiny black hair as they cruised along the open road, back to the city.

Upon their return to Ambrose's mansion, the sun was already setting, casting a golden glowing hue over the familiar landscape of the city. The mansion, with its gothic architecture and lush garden, seemed to welcome the couple home. Nicholas already felt strong a sense of familiarity as they stepped inside, the scent of aged leather bound books and polished antique furniture greeting them immediately at the door.

Ambrose departed to attend to some matters in his study, so Nicholas decided to explore the mansion's vast library, a room they had yet to discover. As they wandered through the shelves, their fingers slowly and methodically trailing over intricately bound volumes, stopping to read the most eye-catching titles. Suddenly, a faint glimmer of a hidden compartment caught their eye. Curious, Nicholas pulled on a loose book, revealing a slightly hidden latch. In the drawer attached to the latch, they found a single leather-bound journal, its pages yellowed with the inevitable effects of time.

Helplessly intrigued, Nicholas sat down and began to read the strange entries. The journal, written in a most elegant cursive script, was a personal account of Ambrose's life after being turned, a vampire's unending existence that spanned centuries and multiple continents. Nicholas' heart raced as they delved into the fascinating pages, uncovering secrets and fears that had been kept alone to the vampire for so long.

The writing revealed Ambrose's ancient past that he never spoke of, his life as a vampire in a time long since forgotten by the modern world. It spoke of his travels across borders, his encounters with lovers of all different identities, each relationship a unique tapestry of equal measures of passion and a certain uncontrollable darkness. Nicholas' breath quickened as they read of Ambrose's evident insatiable appetite for hedonistic pleasures, his desire to dominate and be punished, and his insatiable thirst for blood and sex.