Date: Thu, 6 Mar 2008 05:13:26 +1300
From: Kiwi
Subject: The Vampire

"A vampire?"

"A vampire."

"Oh, come on! There's no such thing! Vampires are just things in stories -
made-up stories - they're not real."

"This one is. I saw it."

"Yeah, right! Sure you did. In the Park, in the dark, all dressed in black
and with long black hair. How could you see it then? X-ray vision?"

"No. With my plain old eyes. It's not completely dark in there you
know. There's street lights all around the outside, and there was a
nearly-full moon. There's plenty of light in there."

"Nope, still not buying it. If it was all black, how could you see it in
the dark?"

"I didn't say that it was all black. It was dressed in black and it had
black hair, but its skin was white, really white. Almost like it was
glowing in the dark."

"Oh? It was glowing now was it? It must've been a ghost vampire then. Next
you'll be telling me that there were ghosts and goblins in there as
well. Playing football, were they?"

"No they weren't! Damm. Now you're getting me all confused. There were no
ghosts and goblins; don't be a dork! There was just a vampire, one vampire,
and it was there in the park just after midnight, last night."

"And the night before that?"

"Yes. I told you. Maybe it's there every night, I dunno. Maybe it's been
there forever. All I know is that I've seen it there the last couple of
nights."

"Sure you have! Vampires are a European thing. I've never heard of one here
in New Zealand. We just have legends of Taniwhas and stuff, not vampires."

"Well, maybe it just moved here. They're not tied to any one place are
they? People came here from other places too."

"Okay, so it's a vampire but it's a ghost, it's been here forever but it
just moved here?"

"Shut up! I didn't say any of that stuff; I said maybe."

"Maybe it's a vampire?"

"No, maybe everything else. It's a vampire, I saw her. Why don't you go and
look for yourself?"

"In the park?"

"Yes."

"After midnight?"

"After midnight."

"You said 'her'. It's a girl-vampire then? Maybe I will go and have a
look. What was she doing again?"

"She was just running around the track. Yes, it's a girl - a really
good-looking girl, she's beautiful. Go and see for yourself."

I will then. I'll go and check it out. Are you coming with me?"

"No, I can't. We're going to Christchurch today; I've already told you
that. You never listen to me."

"Right! Yeah. So, I'll go by myself then. Should I wear garlic around my
neck or something?"

"I don't know. I'm not an expert. Look it up on Wikipaedia or something."

"I will. So, I'll see you when you get back next week."

"Yeah, see you then."

"You'd better watch your neck, I might be looking to bite it."

"Bite it? What would you want to do that for?"

"Well I might be a vampire by then, mightn't I?"

"A vampire?"

"A vampire."

They parted for the day - or, for the week actually. Brian went home to get
ready for his family trip. Darren went home to get on-line to find out what
he could about vampires - which was not a lot.

There was far too much information out there and a hundred conflicting
stories, theories and legends. Even the main Wikipaedia article went on and
on until his eyes glazed. He gave up and went over to play a favourite game
for a while.

He couldn't believe how many references he'd found. For something that
wasn't even real, there was an awful lot written about vampires. Way too
much! He'd wait until midnight and then he'd go and find out, first-hand,
all that he needed to know about vampires.

He spent the evening at home, doing nothing much. He watched TV for a
while, with the family, and then went and watched a favourite movie in his
room, alone. He microwaved a meat pie and made himself a sandwich while he
was waiting. He ate them back in his room and washed it down with an OJ -
because it's healthy.

Was it close to midnight yet? No, it was just after 10 o'clock.

"Damm. Time drags when you're waiting.'

He went back to the lounge and got another DVD movie, but got sidetracked
and played around on the computer for a while. The next time he thought to
look at the time he got a shock.

'Whoah! Ten minutes to twelve. Bugger! Where'd the last two hours go?'

Now he was going to have to hurry if he was going to be at the Park by
midnight. He almost made it, but not quite. The town clock read 12.07 as he
went in through the kids' playground. He wasn't too late, was he? Not that
he believed that there would be a vampire anyway.

But there was!

Someone, or something, was there, running around the track outside the
football field. A vampire? Running? No, that was a lot of nonsense. Who the
hell was this then?

He flopped down in the dark shadow cast by the light above a clump of
trees. Yes, there were shadows and light patches in there. Brian was right,
it wasn't completely dark in there - just mostly.

He sat dead still and tried not to breathe too loudly as the running figure
approached him.  He wasn't scared - not really. Not much. But, what the
hell was he doing here anyway?  He should have, at least, brought a couple
of friends with him - a couple of big friends.  And he hadn't remembered to
bring any garlic.

The figure ran on past him and - Damm! It was a vampire, just like Brian
had said.

The vampire had pale white, glowing white, skin, enormous dark eyes and
long, bouncing and streaming, black hair. It was medium-tall and the figure
was slight, he thought. It was hard to tell. Instead of normal clothes, it
seemed to be clad in a cloud of streaming black ribbons, or strips of
cloth. Its arms, legs and feet were bare, white, skin.

Darren didn't believe in vampires, did he? What the hell was this then? A
vampire? Or just some nut-case running in black ribbons?

The figure ran on around the circuit. Darren sat and waited for it to come
back around.  But then, roughly opposite him across the field, it stopped,
turned around and came running back towards him, in an anti-clockwise
direction now.

He sat silently, watching intently, as it approached him again. This time
the light was shining directly into its face and, yes, it was beautiful all
right. Delicate features, perfectly proportioned, flawless skin and
altogether gorgeous!

He realised with a shock that it was not a girl at all - this was a boy; a
long-haired, white- skinned, teenage boy and he was beautiful. He was -
Wow!

Boys had no right to look that good. And yet - how he looked was exactly
how the boy that Darren had always dreamed of meeting would look. Gorgeous.

Yes, Darren was gay. Well, mostly gay. There were some girls that he was
attracted to, but he'd rather be with a boy. Not that he ever had, but in
his dreams he always was.  He'd rather be with this boy - vampire or
not. It'd be worth it!

The running boy arrived back where he'd changed direction last time,
paused, and then started again, still in the same anticlockwise direction
but really fast this time - almost at twice the speed that he'd run the
last circuit. The look of sheer determination on his face as he ran past
was priceless. What was he doing? Was this some weird ritual that he was
involved in?

He couldn't really be a vampire could he? No! There were no such things as
vampires; that was all a lot of nonsense. Anyway, Wikipaedia said nothing
about vampires running in the night, did it? No. This was just a boy, a
really beautiful boy, doing strange things by the light of the moon.

He didn't stop at the turning point this time. He just slowed right down
and carried on running, slowly, back toward Darren.

Okay, this was it - make or break time. For once, Darren was not going to
timidly sneak away and miss the opportunity of a lifetime. This was too
good to miss.

As the boy approached, Darren stood up, took a deep breath and stepped out
of the shadows, into the light where he could be seen. Whatever happened
now would happen.  The boy stopped, about 50 meters away, stood still and
stared at him. They both stood quietly and looked at each other.

Darren was SO nervous. He was very tempted to flee, to run away home to
safety as fast as he could go. But, he didn't, he just stood there,
staring. He doubted whether his legs would work anyway if he tried.

The boy walked up to him and stood quietly smiling. That was a good sign,
wasn't it?  Vampires don't smile at you before they suck your blood, do
they? Or, maybe they do - evilly, but this wasn't that sort of smile. This
was a friendly, a happy, a beautiful smile.  Darren smiled back at
him. Why? He didn't know, he just felt like it.

Now that he'd stopped running and was standing still, it wasn't a cloud of
black ribbons, or streamers, or whatever, that the boy was wearing. It was
a cloak; one of those lightweight, black capes that university graduates
wear on their biggest day, but without the coloured sash thing.

It was far too big on him and hung, shapelessly, from his shoulders down to
the ground. It was cut, slashed, into long, wide, ribbons right up the
length of it, but when he stood still, as now, it hung limply in its
original cape shape. The long, black hair hung lower than his shoulders and
framing the pale, smiling face.

As if he could tell what Darren was thinking, the boy's hands went up to
his own neck, he undid some sort of fastener and the cloak split open down
the front, exposing the slender, white, body within.

Oh yes! He was a boy all right. No doubt about that! That was a
respectable-sized, well- developed, package of boy bits that he had there,
all nicely set-off by a neat triangle of dark pubic hair. 'Gorgeous.'

"Thank you, Kuia!" The boy sighed, throatily.

The hands came forward and rested on Darren's shoulders. Darren didn't
move, he couldn't move, he could barely breathe.

One hand slid up and cupped behind his head, the other slid down and around
behind his back. The boy drew them together.

'Oh, Fuck!'

He wasn't going to bite his neck and suck his life-blood, was he? No, it
wasn't the neck that the mouth was heading for. It was his lips!

He kissed him gently on the lips, and then he backed off, smiled at him and
kissed him again. This time, Darren responded hungrily. He wrapped his arms
around the slender, naked, body under the cloak and he kissed him back.

He still couldn't quite believe that this was happening, but it was and he
was not about to complain. This was better than he'd ever dreamed
of. Eventually they had to break apart and they did. They stood closely
entwined, heads over each other's shoulders and breathing like they'd just
run a marathon together.

This was no cold, dead, vampire here in his arms. This was a boy, a
beautiful boy, warm and deliciously alive! He could feel his heartbeat. He
could also feel the rising boner between them - two boners.

He pulled back and looked into his eyes. "I'm Darren," he said. "Who is
Kuia and why thank you?"

"Kuia is my grandmother, my mother's mother. She's a Wiccan, a witch, or so
she says.  She told me that, when we came to our new town, if I ran, naked,
around the park closest to the town centre, after midnight on the three
nights leading up to the first full moon - three times clockwise and three
times anti-clockwise, before I finished I would find my one True Love."

"She did? Really?? But you're not naked."

"Inside this thing, I am. I'm not running around with nothing on at all!"

"Fair enough, I guess. You don't really believe all that stuff, do you?"

The boy looked up, they both looked up, at the full moon.

"I do now," he grinned.

"Yeah. I think maybe I do too. I thought that you were a vampire."

"A vampire?" he laughed.

"A vampire. Shut up."

He shut up his laughing in the best way that he knew - he kissed him.



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