The Immortal Blood

Chapter 8

Todd had followed Adam several times on his excursions to the haunted house, but he had always been surrounded by a bunch of people who had not allowed him to freely enter into action.
That morning, however, had been different, and in fact he found himself with the arms full of an inviting, unconscious blond boy.
Without Vernon to interrupt the moment, he had first studied the situation coldly, extracting four vials from a pocket and stapling Adam's blood into each of them, after which he had succumbed to temptation, licking the stream that came down so attractively from his throat, ending up planting his fangs in the flesh.
He had been good, after all he had sipped only a small mouthful, leaving the rest in the pale body of the man. Didn't he deserve a prize? They were alone, without Vernon, without anyone. . . he had turned Adam's face towards him and kissed him without shame, discovering that blood was not the only good taste he carried in his body. He had raised his jersey and lowered his pants: even his butt was not the only attractive part under the belt. . .
A window had opened itself, making him burst out laughing.
"Do you think you're scaring me? Go back to the attic. " He had puffed, releasing his erection with relief.
He had slipped between Adam's thighs, turned on like never before: he must have been quite tight, and he couldn't wait to try it out. . . he had taken it in his hand and made to push, but strangely enough he couldn't move on. Adam was completely motionless underneath him, apparently deader than all the spirits in the house, and generally he liked his laids much more aggressive. . .
He could have slapped him in the face to wake him up, but he was too hard to fight and submit him, so he did it on his own, realising on the floor, between his legs, his face buried in the hollow of his neck.
The orgasm had almost made him faint in turn, but he had managed to recover in time and to slip through the open window, leaving with a certain level of sadism the boy half-naked on the marble floor.

Adam came back to himself a few moments after Todd vanished from the house.
The initial confusion had given way to terror when he remembered Valentine's face in front of him, in the chaos happened in the former bedroom.
He had looked at himself and realized that this time the spirits had little to do with his conditions: he was partially undressed with a new wound on his neck. With ice in his chest he had risen to check himself between his legs, almost certain of what he would find there, but, against all expectations, he had to change his mind.
Todd had not raped him, even if he'd gotten quite close to, judging by what was left on the floor. . . rather disgusted, he had moved to the corridor, fixing his clothes quickly to get out of that evil place as soon as possible.
It was clear, however, that Todd Valentine had a morbid attraction to him, just as it was clear that he was not entirely human.
If avoiding him had proved useless, he probably only had one thing to do, if he didn't want to see the work finished the next time: he had to confront him.