Blood Lust

Chapter 1 The Mastery Boy

Chapter 1

The Mastery Boy

It all started just after the meeting of the vampire council, we meet to execute a vampire who made a fresh blood, a new vampire, it’s so sad when someone does that or just telling a human without asking the council is punished by death or starvation for eternity. We have to let the watch us to kill the fresh blood in front of the new master and then they will be beheaded in front of their master. I got into my limo that brought me here to the meeting of the council; they do it every time to impress the other councils that meet next door. (There humans so it does not matter if we impress them at all.) However, it is free transport for me so I do not really care at all because I live 26 miles away and I hate driving in this overcrowded New York City, if I could move I would in a heartbeat.

                Well if you have not noticed by now but I am a vampire who lives in hiding and drinking blood from the Red Cross. Here is my bio I am an American history teacher at VictorianHigh School in a small suburb right on the edge of New York City. I live in white two-story house, 2 bedrooms and 1.5 bathrooms house a block from Victorian High. Nevertheless, I am going to get back to my story… the ride home was the same as always quiet and boring. However, when I got home everything changed when I found a teenager on my porch.

                He looks no older the 15 years old he could not be… well here is what happened I walked up to the teen on my porch and I asked, “Why are you on my front porch?” The strange boy said “I am looking for my grandmother, my parents died yesterday and the family rumor is that my grandma lives in this house and she’s like so old that she could go to dust at any time.” I thought to myself is he talking about me but I never had kids maybe my little sister did. “Young man do I look old enough to be that old?” I told the young man. He replied kindly “I guess not but I need somewhere to stay, may I stay here?” I gave him a sweet nod and walked him inside. As he walked behind me I could smell his blood, it smelled sweet and young. Young blood it is was completely forbidden to eat before they turn 16 years old but he looks very yummy. I could never eat a young 15-year-old orphan, could I last the night with him in my house?

                Trying to act as normal as possible, as I glance at the clock and it says 5:36p.m I say “Would you like to eat dinner now?” he replies with a slight smile and a nod of his head. He seemed countable as I leave him in the living room, but as I walk into the kitchen, I think to myself ‘This poor young soul how he must be hurting inside.’ I decide to make something I can put blood on and make it look normal, spaghetti. As the spaghetti noodles boil and the sauce heats, I walk into the living room and ask if he is allergic to anything and he says in a low voice “I don’t think so, I don’t eat much. In addition, I say in a bright voice, “Well I am making my delicious spaghetti with amazing salsa.” He replied a bit brighter “Sounds yummy.” I replied in shock “Oh goodness I am Aura Burn, what is your name?” He replied in his normal voice “My name is Dylan Thorn and I just transferred to a school near here named VictorianHigh School as a junior this year.”

                I have a shock on my face and I smell that my spaghetti was about to burn so I walk into the kitchen and ask him to go take a seat in the dining room. I make two plates one with real sauce on the noodles and one with sauce mixed with a little O+ blood in the mix for my special tastes.  I walk out of the kitchen with his plate and place it in front of his seat. I walk back into the kitchen, grab my plate, and set across from his seat and say, “its ok to sit Dylan and eat with me. In addition, do you want a drink? I have milk, tea, wat…” he interrupted me and said, “I would love a cold glass of tea, thank you.” I walk into the kitchen with a blank look on my face while I think to myself ‘He is so nice, did he really just interrupt me?’ I grab two glasses from the top cabinet, pour blood into one, and say loudly “Do you want sweet tea or regular?” and Dylan replied with a load “I would like it sweet, please.”  I pour sweet tea into his glass, carry them into the dining room, place the tea in front of him, take my seat, and place my drink onto the table. He asks me “What do you have to drink?” I replied with a calm voice “I am having a mixture of prunes and milk, do you want some?” He replied quickly with a “No.” In addition, I get a slight smirk on my face and say, “Oh I forgot you children today hate anything healthy.”

                In addition, we began to eat I got a question in my mind and just blurted out “Who where your parents, Dylan.” He got a scared, lonely, sad and depressed look on his face at his soul’s core. He said with a shaky voice “My mother was Mystic Thorn and my father was Michael Thorn.” He started tearing up and I said, “We don’t have to talk about it. And if you’re done eating let me show you to your room.” Dylan got out of his seat and said yes I would like to talk a shower first, please.” I replied with a nod, walk him to the closet outside my main bathroom on the second floor, and hand him a towel and washcloth. Then I open the bathroom door and walk it and turn the hot water on while saying, “This is the hot water.” In addition, I turned the other knob and say “This is the cold water.” He nods and says, “How do I turn the shower on?” I reply, “Right here, you pull it up.”  I leave him for his privacy and go clean the dishes that the ones and we eaten on I cooked with. After I was finished washing the dishes and took a seat in the living room on the couch when I heard Dylan yelled “Witch one is my room?” I walked up the stairs and see Dylan in the hallway just wearing a towel on his lower half of his body and I think I blushed a little and the walked into a room and said “This room is the extra room.” Then I walked across the hall into my room look in the mirror and my face was completely red. I saw his smooth body wet, completely dripping water and he is so muscular.

                I look out a crake out the door of my room, seeing that the room across the hall it half open but I think I can make it. I bolt to the bathroom door across the hall next to the room he is in, I make it breathing heavy and I realize I did not grab a towel or even a washcloth. I make a crake in the bathroom door, bolt to the closet, grab a towel and washcloth, and run back to the bathroom. Still breathing heavy and loudly, while turning the shower to the hottest, it can get. After I got in I hear the door open and then I think to myself ‘I forgot to lock the door!’ I was scared to look out of the shower carton and see Dylan using the bathroom! I scream “What! Ah!” He looks at me in a shock and says shaking “I… I… thought I left the water one when I got out!” I say “No I am naked in the shower washing my hair so can you go use the bathroom one the first floor.” He said still shaking in fear “Sorry.” He walked out if the bathroom and I go back to washing my hair thinking to myself ‘I saw a 15 year old boy’s penis. I saw a 15 year olds boy’s penis.’ Repeating repeatedly my head until this popped in my head ‘And it look huge.’

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