Date: Sat, 1 Jun 2013 11:50:58 -0500
From: Not Important <blstories79 (at) gmail (dot) com>
Subject: Blue Moon Series 6

The usual disclaimers apply. This story is fictional, of course. This is my
first submission.  I attempted to create a full novel with a complete
plot. I have over 12 chapters written so far and will post more if there is
interest.

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This chapter fills in Max's history a bit.

Chapter 6

	After a quick conversation that ended with "We'll meet you there."
Max hung up the phone. He motioned for Sean to get up, "C'mon we're going."
	"Are they still after us?" Sean asked.
	"No, 'they' have been stopped. The Cullens managed to not kill one
and I will be the one with questions this time. They did notice Ester, your
neighbor, was dead. "
	Sean felt a tiny pang of sadness but it quickly vanished. Ester was
a nosy mean bitch and some people just were not worth mourning. "Where we
goin'?"
	Max answered as they walked to his truck, "The Cullens home."
	A hundred images flashed though Sean's head; he pictured gothic
spires and caskets, cobwebs, creaky doors, and a plethora of other
clich‚s. He was surprisingly without fear as he drove. He felt at home
with Max, safe. Maybe it was the boy's overwhelming experience. He wondered
if all Vampires wind up this old. He decided to ask.
	"No," Max answered, "Most do not make it past one or two
hundred. Those that do rarely make it past five hundred. There is something
about time that humans cannot understand. Time eventually washes away all
you know, it has a way of driving mad those who cannot handle the
infinite. Once a person is changed, within a hundred years all their family
and friends are dead, most cannot survive the sorrow."
	"Those that do find other means of happiness usually get bored
within the next hundred or so years. Boredom easily takes the majority of
vampires over 200. After 500 years the world tends to have changed so much
it is easy to lose your identity. Longing for the 'old ways' puts someone
on the path to insanity."
	"How about you?" Sean prompted.
	Max gave a great sigh, remembering his life in perfect clarity. "I
was 8 when my father sold me, as I said before. He sold me into a harem of
boys owned by an incredibly old vampire. He surrounded himself with young
boys in order to feel young himself. Our energy, innocence, and honesty
were cherished along with our bodies. Oh yes, we had to see to his every
need. This man held so much power in the area that family's would often
select one son to give in exchange for some favor or status. He was always
surrounded by boys.
	"Some favorites he would castrate to keep them around longer, they
were usually the most beautiful. And only a select few would receive the
bite. I was one and was bitten well before my 12th birthday." Max paused
for a moment, knowing Sean needed time to absorb the story. Sean could
easily picture everything, he was always good at that, but his emotions
were rocky. He kept having to remind himself that this was a very long time
ago, deep down he knew, though that this sort of thing still existed.
	"Once changed I was allowed to freely feed on the other boys. Being
so young my venom isn't as potent as an adults', but he trained us in
controlling ourselves so we didn't kill any of his precious boys."
	Sean cut in with a question. "How many boys? How many vampire
boys?"
	"He could have up to 50 boys, but only 2 or 3 immortals."
	Sean just whistled again, he tried to imagine being surrounded by
50 boys and decided it was best to concentrate on the road. He was getting
hard.
	Max continued the story, "I lived like that for almost a two
hundred years before one day he gathered up us special boys and sent the
others away. We moved to a new city in a new country. Learned a new
language and he basically started over. The new city was called Rome and we
lived there for much of the next thousand years. Our maker was always
there, in the background, never wanting public attention never wanting more
power than what he had. As long as he had his boys and was living well, he
was happy. It was his secret to longevity. We traveled, of course, but
always went home to Rome eventually.
	"How old was he?" Sean interrupted again.
	"At the time I joined his group he was about 4 thousand years old,
he was Egyptian."
	"Is he dead now?"
	"I'll get to that, patience," Max said softly. Sean muttered an
apology and fell silent. "Today he would be demonized for his lifestyle,
but back then it wasn't overly unique. Boy lovers have been around as long
as there have been boys I daresay. It was an honor to be bedded by him; the
boy's he surrounded himself with were given everything they needed to
thrive. Tutors, scholars, poets, and artists from all parts of the known
world would come and teach his group. When their maturity came they left
the group, all becoming successful themselves. Most were sad to leave and
were welcomed back as guests any time.
	"I was more or less happy with my life. I had lived for hundreds of
years and saw and shared thousands of boys. I was being taught by people
from all over the world and my desire for knowledge was always strong. I
traveled the world, collected trinkets and treasure. But as I said, the
world changes around you and ours was no exception. The Roman Empire fell
and with it came a very dark time. The Volturi were rising in power and so
we moved yet again. Our master and his five immortal boys set off to the
East. We settled in what is now Tokyo and adjusted our lives to blend
in. We didn't want anything to do with the conflicts of Europe and so spent
many centuries in Japan.
	"The Renaissance brought us home again. We quickly moved back to
Italy and our master tried to set up a life like we had before, but a new
religion had taken over in our absence and we were woefully ignorant. A man
with 5 boys in a single bed was no longer ignored; it was prosecuted. We
had to now live secretly and our master grew impatient and angry at what
had become of the world. He started longing for the 'old days'.
	"It wasn't long before he started causing problems. It wasn't long
before the Volturi involved themselves, now more powerful than any of us
realized. Now on a warpath to destroy any Immortal child. Two of my
brothers were killed before we realized what was happening.
      They had come during the day, cloaked and hooded; their powerful and
wicked twins were merciless. My other two brothers were killed as we tried
to flee; our master seemed powerless to stop them. He was without an
ability you see. I was in our bedroom, cornered and could hear his last
screams from the floor below me. Two of the Volturi brutes were coming at
me when I discovered my ability. I turned them to ash in moments and fled
out the window. That was in 1542."
	Minutes passed as the story echoed in Sean's head. Jesus, this kid
just rattled off 2000 years of human history as if sharing at
show-and-tell. Max wasn't quite done yet, however.
	"For the last five hundred years I've had two other partners, the
last was destroyed 5 months ago by the group you rescued me from. The first
couldn't adapt after the first century and fell into a deep depression."
	"Now you have me," Sean said feeling humble. "Why me?"
	"You saved me, you love me, and you choose me," Max answered.
	"It could have been anyone though," Sean said.
	"But it wasn't, it was you, a boy lover who's kind, honest, and
smart," Max said.
	Sean smiled at the compliments, he was so rarely complimented that
he felt a little giddy. "Flattery will get you everywhere," and both
laughed. He held out his hand and Max took it. For the rest of the trip
they held hands, something basic yet powerful and symbolic of their
feelings.
	The rest of the trip was spent in silence aside from Max's
directions. Once turned on the dirt road to the house Sean's heart-rate
increased. He wasn't sure what he'd find and was quite surprised to find a
modern home with elegant lines and large windows. Not a cobweb in sight.
	Standing out on the porch was Edward and someone Sean had never
seen before.  This man looked to be in his thirties, well originally
anyway. He had the same pale skin and flawless features as the other people
he'd met. Walking up to the pair took all Sean's courage. He had Max's hand
in his and that gave him strength.
	Edward spoke first, "Sean, this is Carlisle." The man held out his
hand and Sean took it, somehow he knew this man was the leader of the
Coven.
	"Pleasure," Sean said.
	"Likewise," Carlisle said. "I'm glad to finally meet the man who
saved our Max."  Carlisle said and shook Max's hand.
	"Who do you have?" Max asked, getting down to business.
	Edward answered, "Calls himself Kursk."
	Max just nodded and went inside. Sean moved to follow but Carlisle
held out a hand. "Sean, I don't think you want to be involved with
this. Max, I know, suffered because of that group and you don't want to see
what that brings out."
	"Oh, I think I do. I am fully aware of what Max is capable of and
wouldn't mind roasting this Kursk on a spit myself." Sean said but did not
move. "Now, if you will allow me to observe I would be grateful."
	Edward and Carlisle gave each other a look and stepped aside. Sean
nodded a thank you and walked in. The scene inside reflected the
outside. Opulent furniture and art was all over the house. Wood grain
dominated the walls and stairs. In the center of the living room wall sat a
very modern fireplace, its mantle a light polished marble, its hearth a
darker granite. Sitting on a metal chair in front of it was a young man
with bright red eyes. He looked angry but with the rest of the Cullen's
around him he seemed to shrink into his chair.
	Sean stood by the kitchen away from the group but close enough to
hear. Max glanced at Sean but quickly turned to the man. After looking him
over, Max began to speak.
	"So, Kursk, it seems we have unfinished business," the boy was
eerily calm.
	"Do we?" The man spat.
	"Oh yes, I now have a few questions for you, and I would appreciate
answers."
	"I know nothing," Kursk said softly.
	"Oh, I think you do, and if you want to walk out of here you will
cooperate.  Otherwise we have a broom and dustpan ready, in case you want
to be noble."
	Sean smiled at the threat. The boy commanded such presence, such
authority, yet his voice and size was that of a child. A fantastic conflict
Sean found amusing.
	"Now," Max continued, "first question. Does the Volturi know of my
survival?"
	"No," Kursk answered. Max made the quickest of glances at Edward
who nodded yes.
	"Good, how many are left from your congregation?"
	"Just me," Kursk said, Edward shook no.
	"Wrong," Max said and Kursk's hands burst into flame.
	The man screamed and yelled "Fine!" and the fire went out. "Four
others 'n me."  Kursk examined his blackened hands, flexing the fingers
carefully.
	"Where?"
	"I don't know," Kursk answered. Edward shook no again.
	"Wrong," Max said but before he could ignite another part of the
man Kursk yelled out.
	"Alright! They're hiding in Portland, at the shipyard." Edward
nodded yes.
	"Thank you, now, are you going to inform the Volturi of my rescue?"
	"No, they'd kill me anyway."
	"You're quite right. Aro doesn't tolerate failure." Max
nodded. "You may go."
	"Really? I can go?" Kursk said... the other Cullens took steps away
from the man.
	"Of course, I am not the monster you are."
	The man laughed in a crazy way and quickly found the front
door. About two seconds later Sean could hear growling and then the man
screamed. Sean thought the woods might have more than trees in them.
	Max looked at Edward, "Is the pack satisfied?"
	Edward nodded. "Quite, though they wish we had more to give them."
	"In due time, I'm afraid." Max said and sat on one of the
couches. Sean emerged from the kitchen and sat next to the boy. He draped
his arm across Max's shoulders and hugged him tight.
	"Are you okay?" Sean asked in a whisper.
	"Yeah, I wanted to burn him, but I knew the pack wanted him." Max
answered and then the entire group had to explain what was meant by 'the
pack'. That the local natives had members who could transform into
animals. Most choose the wolf as they thought that was their only
option. They learned from the Cullens that they did not have to be wolves
and could choose other animals and so now had two bears and a mountain lion
in addition to 20 or so wolves. They had one purpose and that was to
destroy vampires. Luckily for the Cullens their diet didn't put people at
risk so they were able to forge a treaty with the tribe and lived in
relative peace. One of their members was even married to a Cullen.
	"I didn't scare you did I?" Max asked softly.
	Sean hugged the boy to him and said, "Not at all."
	Sean checked the time and discovered it well past 2am and felt a
thump of sleepiness hit him. Max led the man to a room with a large and
very comfortable looking bed. Once Sean was undressed and under the covers
Max quickly joined him. The pair lay spooned together and Sean was soon
sound asleep.

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Authors note:

	As you might have already guessed this story is meant to be a
continuation of the Twilight series. I felt the canon had left potential
for more and felt a boy love plot would fit nicely. All original characters
of Twilight are copyright Stephanie Meyer. I tried my best to remain
faithful to her characters.
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