Feast To Live

Chapter 1. The Flesh That Boils

It felt like the longest winter night to him, he was sitting on his porch; his long red hair flowing in the wind, he was reading a book named "The great adventure," His go to book that he reads when he's depressed, thinking about the laws he has to abide by; the rules that aggrevate him to the core, he likes being mischivious and it feels like he's being tied down, "You know what," He thought to himself, throwing his thick book at the wall as the smell of blood filled the air, his eyes turning an icy cold blue as the emotion in his face was changing.

The boy seeing all this, watching the male from far away. He seemed to be interested in the mysterious male, as he galped when he saw the male acting out in anger and him seeing the male just disappear, just to re appear behind him, he poked his shoulder gently. Leaning down to the boys ear level.

"Is that blood I smell, young man?" His fangs showing, the boy slightly memorized by his appearance as if captivated by the males icey look, yet. For some reason, a little fear behind his exterior begins to show, the tall man grabbing his hand where the blood seemed to be, "Why so scared?" He smirks lifting his hand up against the wall as he runs his finger along his narrow chest, leaning down as if to suck the blood from the wound.

"D..do you do this to everyone?" The boy closed one eyes, squirming a bit as he let out a soft gasp, the males fangs running against his arm seeming to turn him on. The tall slender male running his other finger down to the crotch of his pants "Oh? Someone seems to enjoy this to much" He smirks.

"No I'm not," the boy stated a bit angry, as his frail body was being taken advantage of by a complete stranger; of course hiding the fact that he was a complete virgin and this is the first lustful event he felt in his life, his blood, seeming to boil slightly from the pleasure.

"Should I take care of this young--" The boy pushing him away as tears befell him, the male actually looking rather concerned and upset at the fact that he upset the boy, "I'm sorry," he said. "I know you are, but don't think you can take advantage of me; I am saving myself for the person I love.. a..and it's not gonna be a man."

The male stood there, seeming rather sad then the mood quickly changing to anger. "Love?" He began to laugh. "Saving yourself for the person you love? Good luck with that," the boy huffed, and crossed his arm. "Yes the person I love, and in fact I don't even know your name. If you touch me again I will call the police." The male Pat his head, the expression in his face changing slightly looking a bit sad, "The police can't do anything, I'm not necessarily human now am I? As for my name it's Lucian" The boy stared up directly at him, a bit confused by what he meant as "Not human" completely absent minded he said, "My name is Zach,"

The breeze starting to get really heavy as Zach started shivering excessively, Lucian carried him home and placed him in his bed, as it was near sunrise Lucian had to head home, so before he could even say good bye to Zach he disappeard.

Zach's body was still boiling to the touch, he covered his face with his arm, a tad bit exhausted and furiated he turned on his side slightly curling up in a ball.

His mind was wondering.
"Why did I like his touch?"
"Why did it fill me with thrill?"
"Why did he try and take advantage of me?"
"Just why," his mind spinning around in circles to the point it was annoying him.

Him realizing that he has to pack all of his stuff and never speak to his mom again. It was just all so much for him to take in, he began going into panic thinking about the friends he had made, the people he have met and him having to say goodbye to all of that and start over. Even though he had like, a century, he still will miss all the people he knew and loved. While he lives on and they just disappear right before his eyes, he began overthinking and contemplating.

He began to walk over to his suit case trying to hold back all of his emotions he was feeling at once, and it was becoming so much he could hardly bare it. He grabbed the case and laid it across his bed, as he began to pick up his clothing, folding them neatly and packing them away. He felt saddened by the loss he was about to come by, leaving his mom behind. All of his friends, he started thinking to himself, "There has to be another way."