Date: Sun, 8 Apr 2001 00:51:20 -0400
From: AJG <Crow18@MailAndNews.com>
Subject: Angel Of Darkness (m/b b/b)

 My name is Joseph I am 13 years old, and have been for the past 142 years. My
kind has many names, best known as the vampire. This is my story, the story of
how I got my soul back and learnt to love again. My story starts on a cool
summer night in the state of Maine, on Old Orchard Beach.

I woke that night the same as I have for years now, alone. I slowly made my
way out of the old deserted shack and onto the empty sidewalk. I could see the
lights from Palace Play Land shining and lighting up the sky already, the
noise of woman and children and men raising in the air mixed with sirens and
noises from the rides and the arcades. The Smells of fried dough and pizza
mixing with the repulsive smell of car exhaust. I hadnt fed in days now and
was growing weak needed to feed, so many to choose from, which one to take.
Nothing could prepare me for what was about to happen that night, for I was
about to do something I hadnt dared to let my self do for years, fall in love.

I was walking through the arcade when I first spotted him, my angel. He was
siting on a bench across the street feasting on a piece of pizza. From first
glance he looked to be eight or nine, the most beautiful creature I had ever
laid eyes on. His hair looked to be blond under the darkening sky, his cute
little torso exposed from his unbuttoned Hawaiian shirt. His skin a golden tan
with little darkened boy nipples, smooth and hairless. As I move closer he
looks up, our eyes lock I am frozen in a trance. My body shakes with a feeling
so overwhelming I want to scream. He gets up and throws out his plate and
start walking toward the peer. I fallow him watching him from behind. I keep
my eyes glued to him as he approaches a man, who I assume is his father. Youre
late! I here the man yell in a drunken voice as he lands a blow to the boys
face. I am enraged as memories of my own past start emerging at the sight. Im
even more enraged that no one even does a thing to stop this man as the boy
cries and pleads for the man to not hurt him. I start to approach just as a
woman rushes to them. Stop it Jake you're drunk SLAP you stupid asshole. Im
amused at the sight of the little woman putting this big man in place, a smile
creeps over my face and I find myself laughing. Even the boy giggles at the
sight, temporarily forgetting his pain. The woman picks him up and starts to
walk away with him, Dont come home until ya sober up, your enough of an ass
with out bein drunk she says as she walks away. You stupid bitch, ill deal
with you later! the man yells after her. No you wont I think to myself as I
watch the boy and woman disappear down the sidewalk. I turn my attention back
to the man mumbling to himself. I fallow him as he stumbles towards one of the
side streets, no doubt looking for another bar. I look around, no one within
sight. Good I think to myself as I walk up to the man Hey mister, you look
lonely. I say to him as I reach for his crotch, tapping into his brain with my
powers. The man just looks at me confused for a few minutes before he pulled
on my arm roughly and walks into one of the alleys. Pig I think silently
Disgusting fucking pig! OK you little whore drop your pants Jesus this guy is
cold, he sure makes this easy to do, no one will miss this pig. Not quite yet,
I like to warm my customers up first I say as I sat on his lap and start to
kiss him. I make my way down to his neck and I strike. He is a tough one and
manages to toss me off him and to the ground. He yells for help, but it is all
in vain as I take him.

                                               ****

I left the ally and quickly made my way toward the address on the mans license
silently praying to myself that the boy and woman made it there safe. I sit in
a tree among the shadows and look through the windows of their house. The boy
and the woman are siting at the table. She puts some lotion on his bruise and
leans over, kissing his forehead. It will be al right Craig I here the woman
tell him. Craig I say to my self at hearing the boys name for the first time.
Wanting nothing more at that moment than to just hold the frail boy. Thanks MJ
I here the boy say in a quiet angelic voice. Time to wash up and go to bed I
here the woman say. The boy sleepily stands without argument and walks toward
the staircase and up to the second floor of the house and into a bathroom. The
woman goes and sits on the porch, waiting for here boyfriend to return home. I
turn my attention back to the boy, now standing shirtless before the mirror. I
slip out of the tree and hover unnoticeably to the window where I watch him. I
can see now in the light that his hair is a bleached blond his skin, so soft
and smooth, his face covered in a dusting of freckles that are barely
noticeable with his tan. I see his eyes, those beautiful gray eyes. The boy
stands on his tiptoes and turns on the faucet, brushing his perfect teeth and
washing his face. I love you my angel I think to myself as I look upon his
body. Suddenly he turns and looks toward the window, I freeze, Can it be? I
think to my self No impossible. I back off a ways into the darkness as the boy
leaves the bathroom.

                                  ****

I turn my attention back to the woman siting on the porch, it is nearing
11:30, he wont be home tonight he wont ever be coming home again I think with
a little chuckle. I watch as the woman goes inside and locks the door, a look
of relief on here face, dont worry, he wont ever harm you again I find myself
saying out loud. She turns out all the lights and heads up the stairs. I see a
light come on in the corner window and go to it. I nearly collapse at the
sight I see and my anger returned. That pig deserved a punishment worse than
what I gave him I think as I look upon the boy. He lays nude on top of his
bed, his small butt covered with red scars, no doubt from one of the many
beatings he was subjected to from that horrid man. My poor little angel, what
did that monster do a hot tear escapes my eye and I feel a burning in my chest
a painful burning like a part of me long gone was trying to escape. I see the
woman enter the room she stands in the doorway for a minuet before she enters.
She to is crying,, she kisses the sleeping boy and goes to the window and
opens it to let in the cool night air. She leaves the room, shutting the door.
I wait till she is asleep before I Make a move.


I entered the room through the open window standing silently over the small
boys angelic outstretched body, his nude frame glistening in the moonlight.
Tiny pearls of sweat forming on his back and neck from the summer heat, how
much I just want to take him hold him, for all eternity, save him from this
hellish life, from the abuse he is suffering. I edge closer to the bed and
bend down and smell him, the sweet smell of a nine-year-old boys sweat, mixed
with the smell of kids shampoo and baby oil. I extend my hand and gently run
it down his spine, and over the crack of his bottom.
I suddenly jump back as he starts to turn over and am frozen at the sight of
his boyhood. Perfect in every way, small and hairless his little soft penis,
uncircumcised, lying against his equally perfect smooth sac, his tiny little
balls undeveloped in every way. The craving in me grows stronger, but I hold
back, I cant just take him. He needs to want it I continue to stare at his
perfect body slowly sketching every feature into my mind, from the freckles on
his angelic face to his tiny toes. Hours pass as I just sit there staring at
him. Not being able to resist my self I bend over and softly press my lips to
his than I whisper in his ear "I love you my little prince" than I turn and
exit the home, returning to my hideaway, alone, again as the sun starts to
rise

****

As I laid on my bed staring into the darkness of the room I couldn't stop
thinking about Craig my angel. The way his golden skin glistened in the
moonlight. Than I suddenly rumbaed another feeling, a feeling that I was being
watched. Watched by what or furthermore by whom I kept thinking to myself.
Than I remembered something else, a smell, smell of something ancient. As I
drifted off into sleep a name slipped into my mind, Tenebre. Than I was
asleep.

***

Back at the tree out side the sleeping child's window ancient eyes reflected
the night. Like a whisper of dry leaves a voice suddenly broke through the
night." Sooooooooo the wolf cub grows lonely ...hummmmmmmmmm. A new boy? A
little "boy toy?"...hehehe...  We shall see." The ghostly sound disappeared
on a cool night breeze. "I must see this Child."
A pale youthful body limmed in the glow of the false dawn, the entity known
for the world he inhabits. Tenebre stood over the sleeping boy. Staring at the
boys fragile body.  A cold, porcelain like finger meanderingly traces its way
down the boy's chest. Craig awoke with a start, a cold sweat running down his
forehead. He sat on his bed staring wonderingly about his familiar, empty room
and at his open window where a gentle breeze toyed with the curtains.

****


While I slept and the thoughts of Craig and the abuse kept playing with my
mind and soon my own memories...nightmares... came back. Memories of how it all
started. Memories of how I came to be what I am.
In those few minutes all of my past that had been so long buried came rushing
back and I found my self trapped in a dream.

The year was 1858, it was the summer of my 13th year. I was living in Salem,
Massachusetts with a man by the name of Christopher Johnson who had found it
in his heart to take me in. He was a well-respected man of the community, and
very rich. But I knew his dark side all to well.
I had been living with him sync my 9th year. He had found me in an alley way
down by the shipyard sick and near death and adopted me as his own. At first
everything seemed wonderful, like a dream but as time slowly passed I found my
self a target of his black arts.

The first night with Christopher was wondrous, he was a very good looking
gentleman. Tall, about 6 feet id say, well built with long black hair and eyes
so blue you could lose yourself in them if you looked to long. His lips were a
deep red and his skin a smooth creamy white. When he spoke his voice was soft,
yet seemed to shake the foundation. After he found me he carried me into his
home, I didn't know what to think or do. Back then he could have used me
anyway he desired and no one would think about it, me just being a street rat
and all. And I must confess I was very shocked when he turned out to treat me
so well.

First thing he did when we walked through the door was to undress me and
through my cloths into the fire. I must confess I was very frightened as this
man had just destroyed my only clothing and naw was staring at my naked, week
body. He kneeled before me and slowly turned me. "You filthy boy, you stink of
pigs and trash" is all he muttered to me as he picked me up and carried me
into a large room where to my surprise a bath had been prepared already. He
proceeded to bath me in a big tub full of strange selling water. But it felt
so nice I quickly started to feel lightheaded. As I relaxed more I felt his
big hand working there way all over me, taking special care to get me fully
clean. He took his time while washing my pre-pubescent boyhood and my butt
which made me wonder a little, but as I was about to talk he pulled me from
the water and rinsed me off. Lord knows how long it had been sync I had last
had a decent wash but I must say, when I got out I did a bubble take as I
looked in the mirror. What stood before in the form of a dirty, brown tangle
haired boy covered in the filth of who knows what stood a (((if I may say so
my self))) good-looking boy.  I stood about 3' 8" tall back then, about
60pounds, my eyes were very weird, the color seemed to change with my mood,
but were for the most part green. My hair was naw clean and instead of brown
and tangled was naw a dusty blond and smooth. My skin was a pale white and I
looked sickly even after that bath. (Not much has changed sync then, I had
gained 10 pounds or so and grew to 4'3" but all else remains the same for
eternity).

After drying and dressing in a fine robe, Christopher led me to a bed room
with a very large bed. To my eyes it looked maybe big enuf to fit 20 men. He
laid me in the center of the bed and left the room, returning later with a
large tray with a bowl of  hot broth and some strange tasting water. After he
fed me I began to drift to sleep and he removed my clothing and placed me
under the covers of the bed. He sat watching my body for a long while in
silence before bending over and kissing my lips than he got up and walked out
of the room. "What a strange man" I thought to myself as I drifted to sleep.

Weeks passed bye as we quickly came to know one another very well and we
became close to one another. We rode around the countryside together and he
seemed vary happy most of the time naw that he had me as a companion. But that
all changed one horrific night.
I awoke with a full bladder that was screaming to be released so I made my way
towards the chamber pot. As I was emptying myself when I herd a strange sound
coming from the hallway. I quietly tiptoed into the hall and went to the door
where I herd the chanting. As I slowly opened the door I saw Christopher,
donned in a black robe , kneeling in a circle of what appeared to be blood
before a statue of Lucifer. In shock I started to back away quickly but I
carelessly ran into a vas knocking it to the floor with a loud....CRASH... I
awoke suddenly to the sound of braking glass and laughing coming from outside
the shack. "God damned teenagers!" I thought to myself as I sat up trying to
clear my head of the dream. I needed to get out of this place and get some
air.

****


The janitor of the bar while taking out the trash had found Jake's body in the
early morning. The cops stood around the corpse in the ally scratching their
collective heads in the morning sun. The coroner looked at the body completely
puzzled. "Don't know chief , there doesn't seem to be enough blood round the
body and judging by the trauma to that guys throat, this place should be
soaked." Old Orchard Police Chief Davy White stood for a moment thinking to
himself before turning and yelling his instructions to the lead homicide
detectives. "Detective Lane, I want you and your partner to find who did
this." "Perhaps you should say what." "Who the hell are you and what are you
doing in my alley." Davy said turning his attention to the direction of the
voice. The coroner stould and introduced the man to his side. "Chief White,
this is this is Jack Shadow, an ex-proffsor from Miskatonic
University, up from Arkham, Massachusetts's he now works in a government
funded grupe dealing with the paranormal. His team will be assisting us"
Information was extended and names, than Lane and his partner Sean Jakins
hoped in there unmarked and hit the streets. There was definitely some strange
shit going on.

"So Professor, may I ask what you think did this?" The chief turned asking
Shadow. "I have my suspicions, but I cant be certain yet". "Well I have seen a
lot of strange stuff around here, and seen some freaky murders, looked like
cult and gang mistuf at first. But lately we have been seeing some strange
activity in the area, talk about ghosts and monsters and shit. At first I
thought this city finaly lost there mind, but now im starting to beleave. But
this is different than the others, whoever did this was in a hurry but managed
to keep it clean, robery can be ruled out no mony or credit cards are
missing".
****

 The investigators were still there when I strolled past the roped off ally
Shadow's team was working in full force tonight. I was stupid, I should have
been more cautious, but I let my anger control me. And in making that mistake,
I attracted the attention from the wrong people. This Shadow guy, I've heard
of him before. He's a slayer, a demon hunter evryone thought he was a toatle
nutcase at first untill a "demon" made an atempt on the presadents life, after
that he had all the funding he needed from the Gov. and was assighned a task
force. I was going to have to play my cards carefully. I knew there was some
strange activities going on around here, to much supernatural activity. But
what is it, I knew I wasn't the only Vampire in town, but what happened that
would bring Shadow's  team here? There hasn't been any grate disturbance in
this area, besides some hauntings and the vampire feedings, but even at that
they were properly coverd up.
****

Things were getting more complicated than I had hoped, in the last 48 hours I
had fallen in love with a boy I don't even know, killed his tormentor and now
there was this, Shadow and what about that presence I felt. Can it be that
Tenebre has re emerged? I kept thinking to myself. I needed to relax, to
clear my mind so I could think. I walked out onto the peer and grabbed some
fries and a Pepsi, after last nights feast I wouldn't need to feed for quite a
while. Good thing to, last thing I want is a slayer at my heels and they are
always rats to feed on if I had to. I finshed off my cola and turned down a
side street and headed tward Craigs house. By now they must have herd the news
and I wanted to see how him and the woman were doing.
****

 As I got close to the house I saw my angel playing outside happily with some
of his neiboring kids. I smiled to myself seeing he wasn't to distrought over
the mater. I was 2 yards away form his house when I picked up a strange but
familiar sent, stoping dead in my tracks I looked around cautiously, than I
spoted him. Shadow , siting in a car on the opasit side of the street keeping
lookout, than I picked up another sent and my fears were confirmed. Tenebre!!
It realy is you, so that explains shadow, but what do you want, why are you
back? After all this time.
My mind was raceing but soon came to a stop and let my heart take over as I
was shaken from my thoughts when the kids baskit ball went stray and peged me
in the head. So much for keeping on your toes stupid, I thought to myself as I
picked the ball up. Suddenly I was looking down into Craig's beautiful face and
trying not to burst out laughfing at his nervousness. " Ummmmmmmm sorry man,
didn't mean to hit ya. Can I please have my ball back?" "Don't sweat it kid."
But instead of giving him the ball I threw it over my shoulder into the net
without even looking, leaving Craig open mouthed and wide eyed.
"How...how...how did you do that???' I smiled and ruffled  his hair. "You can
say I have had a lot of time to practise" I ansord as I started to walk away.
This was to much contact to soon and we were being wached by more than one
presents. "Hey wait!!" Came Craig's voce behind me, I turned to him. "Yah?"
"Ummmmmm I was just wonderin would you like to hang out?" I laughed at his
excitement and shook my hjead at him. "If its ok with your mom sure, I was
just heading to the peir to play some games." "Don't wory about it, and shes
not my mom!" So I grined and held out my hand to him, hell I might as well
make the most of the night, "My name is Joseph, but you can call me Joey." "He
took my hand and smiled brightly, My names Craig, and that's stepmom MJ". He
yell to Mj wed be back later, grabed his jackit and we were off into the early
night.

****
That was one of the first time in almost my whole vampire existence that I felt
human again. We walked and talked for an hour befor I even sensed Shadows
presence. He was waching us closely, so you have come for me old man I thought
to myself but little did I know it wasn't me he was after.

****
So Craig  I met your stepmom, whrers you dad? I asked bouth knowing and
fearing the ansor as I turned from the burger stand and handed him his order.
His face became white, almost as pale as mine and he turned away as tears
filled his eyes. "He's dead" I approached him slowly placing my hand on his
shoulder "I... I'm sorry to hear that Craig" `My god, what did I do? I thought
to myself Did I do the wrong thing by killing his father? NO! no I did the
right thing, the man would have harmed Craig, or worse, I had the power to act
and I did'. Craig turned to me with a tear runing down his cheek. "Don't be
sorry, he didn't love us. I just feel guilty because I allways wished him ded
and now he...he really is and its my fault." Craig brok down and the tears came
flowing. I nelt down and hugd him close "Its ok Craig. It isnt your fault,
don't ever say that." Shivers ran through us like high voltage shock as I
puled him close, our energies mixing. Craig pulleed away, no longer crying but
obveously frightend from what just happened, and I must confess as I was to,
things were getting strange things like this don't usualy happen between an
imortil and a human. `so that's what your after shadow'. I took craigs chin in
my head and wiped the drying tears from his face. "Sorry, im just actin like a
babby" "Don't wory Craig, your just showing you have a soul, you shuld be
thankful" `Verry thankful'. This oquerd moment was getting to us bouth so I
stood up and started to walk twards the arcade. "You comin or are you just
gunna stand there" I yelled to him.

****

Time flue by as we played the gams and wached the people, looking at my wach I
notised it was allready 8'oclock.
"Hye joey the fire works are in a half hour lets go get a spot on the beach to
wach!" `Fireworks? Oh God just run a stek through my heart now!' I thought to
myself.  Yes, I do love the splended bright colors or blue and green and yello
as they lighten the sky and the smell of the smoke as it fills the air, but
vampires have verry sencative ears. `Oh well, at least I have a good reason' I
smiled as craig and I ran to the beach. `This is defanitly worth it!'

****
To be continued?