Date: Sat, 20 Dec 2008 08:31:16 -0800 (PST)
From: jude6907@yahoo.com
Subject: [Fate]: Chapter 2: Confession

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CHAPTER 2 - Confession

*       *       *

	"Keiran. . . Keiran!! Slow down, hun, slow down." Audrianna tried
to calm me.

	I told her about the strange `man' [or whoever the fuck] who called
me. "Do you think it could be James?" she asked me.

	As I held the phone to my ear, I turned on my signal so I could
turn left onto Rosemary Avenue. "I don't know, Audrie. I just don't know."
I admitted. "I kinda wish it will be him, but then again. . ."

	". . . You don't wanna set yourself up for a disappointment." She
sometimes knew exactly what was going through my mind just as I was
thinking it. How do girls do that? That's always fascinated me!

	I turned on my blinker again as I entered the lavish Heartland Park
and drove to the designated parking area. Tall trees had grown sporadically
throughout the entire park, and a random trail wove its way in and out of
it.
	"If it is him, then I guess I'll talk to him." I finally said.

	"Keiran, be careful." Audrianna told me, her friendship set of mind
morphing into her womanly intuition.

	"I will, I promise." I reassured her as I shifted the gears to Park
and waited in my car. "If I don't call you or text you by 10pm then you
know where I'm at. . ."

	"Don't talk like that! You'll be fine, dip-shit. Just be careful."
I could hear aggravation in her tone.

	"I will. I'll call you as soon as I know I'm safe, okay?"

	"Okay. Bye, love."

	"Bye."

	So there I was, sitting in my car with my nerves on edge, waiting
for a mysterious "someone" to meet me. I really hoped whoever it was wasn't
some kind of freak, and that it really was James who was on the phone
earlier. It was only 8:22pm. I know it's kind of early to be here, but I
really didn't want to sit at home with ants in my pants. I killed the
ignition but left the keys in there - just in case - and allowed my mind to
drift away to the few memories that took place within the last 2 years. . .



	I will never forget the day I met James. It was May 27th, to be
exact, over 2 years ago. Since it was the last day of school for our Senior
year, Audrianna and I had made plans to chill at the Starbucks in Trenton
until later that night, when we'd be socializing at some end-of-the-year
party. We were sitting at a table near the entrance and James was working
the cash register as well as making the drinks the few customers had
ordered. When we had first arrived, I had to restrain myself from
eye-raping him every chance I got. I thought he was the sexiest guy ever!
No, like, seriously! He had the body, the confidence [without the
arrogance], the charm, and that killer smile he flashed at every
customer. God! I would love to date HIM! I thought.

	I had brought my guitar inside, and that gave Audrie and I
something to do besides gawking at cute boys. Haha! I was playing a song
that I'd been working on, and Audrie was helping me with the melody.

	"You know he's been looking at you every chance he gets. . ."
Audrie stated as she continued doodling on a napkin.

	"Are you serious!? Really?!" I replied. "How do you know?"

	She smiled and said, "I'm a girl, silly! I know how to stare while
being inconspicuous." A slow, mischievous smile began creeping from ear to
ear.

	Uh oh.

	"I'll prove it!" she suggested. She saw the confused expression on
my face and started explaining. "All you need to do is get up and pretend
like you're going to the bathroom, then once you're almost there, glance
back! Plain and simple! And I guarantee you his eyes will be glued to that
bubble butt of yours."

	I giggled at the mention of my butt. It really was nice a
plump. . . Proportioned perfectly with the rest of my body. I think I just
sounded a bit conceited. . . Oh well! ^_^ Bite me. ^_^

	I thought about it for a moment, then decided to take action. I
placed my guitar to where it leaned against the table without falling to
the floor, fixed my clothing, and began walking towards the Men's
restroom. Sure enough, when I was just about to step inside, I glanced back
and James was staring at me! Our eyes met, but he doused the sparks and
flames that had begun to shower around us and smiled shyly before
continuing his duties. Audrianna was simply leaning back in her chair, her
arms crossed, and sporting a victorious grin on her face.

	I could hear her mouthing "Told you so!" as I turned around. I
realized I really did have to potty, so walked in and did my business,
washed my hands, and when I turned the faucet off, the door opened and in
stepped Mr. Hott Pants! He was even more sexy up close and personal!
Something about the way he just stood in front of the door, casually fixing
his work attire, told me that he didn't come in there to use the potty. So
I just pretended like I didn't see him and continued nonchalantly
air-drying my hands with those Save-The-Trees! air blower thingies. As I
was rubbing my hands together, removing the excess water, I turned my head
to get a better look at him and he smiled at me! He fucking smiled at me!!!

	"What's your name?" he curiously asked, his voice a bit shy.

	"Uh, um, well. . . Keiran." I stammered. No guy has ever made me
stammer! What the hell is wrong with me?! Keiran, get your shit together
man!

	"Well, nice to meet you, uh, um, well. . . Keiran." he smiled
again. "My name is James. James Heath."

	James Heath. . . Jaaaames Heattthhh.  My hands were done drying so
all I could do was stand there staring at this hunk of a man blocking the
door, and try to will my bulge to disappear.

	"Soooo. . ." I said, feeling a little awkward standing in an empty
bathroom with a hott guy who I was ready to. . .

	Down boy.

	"So, you should let me take you on a date sometime." James put his
hands in his pocket and hung his head slightly, all the while smiling at me
with those beautiful brown eyes.

	God! He looked so cute!!!

	I bit my lip and glanced away quickly. I barely knew the guy, and
yet, I had some feeling that we'd be perfect for each other. It never hurts
to try, right?

	"Um, okay." I said, noticing my stomach taking flight.

	Then James did the unthinkable. He walked right over to me, looked
me deep into my eyes and kissed me softly on my lips. I thought I was going
to faint, to be truthful! "Thank you, uh, um, well. . . Keiran." he bit his
lip and touched mine own lips with his forefinger.

	Fuck! What do I say to that?!?!

	"Um, your welcome?" I tried to regain my composure.

	No luck with the bulge.

	James laughed softly. "How about I meet you at Applebees tomorrow?
Around 7-ish?" he raised his left eyebrow.

	"Y-yeah. That sounds good! Great!" I'm really trying, guys!! Help
me! I look like a total oOber head!

	"Then tomorrow it is." he confirmed, grabbing the handle to the
door. "See ya then, handsome."

	And that was the beginning of our relationship. It all started with
a kiss in the bathroom of Starbucks. Haha.



	My daydream was cut short when I heard a car drive past. I checked
my phone again to see what time it was: 8:38pm.

	Any minute, now. . .



	James and I had been dating for six months, and it was all too
perfect until my parents found out about us. Needless to say, they didn't
know I was gay. I had never talked to them about my sexuality before, and
when the subject came up about girlfriends and the such, [mainly from my
dad], I would always avoid it by say something simple like, "I just don't
need a girlfriend right now, Dad. I have enough to worry about: school, the
future, my own plans for my life. . .". That kept him and my mom at bay
until the end of November. . .

	It was right after dinner and I was walking James to his car. I
didn't think my parents would be "stalking" me: we had led them to believe
that we were just friends. But I guess they kind of saw through that veil.

	So, James and I got in his truck and started talking. We had no
idea The Parentals were eyeing our every move. We were planning to meet up
the next day for dinner and a movie, and once we had decided, he pulled my
face to his and kissed me. Now, this was not just a simple
I'll-see-you-tomorrow kiss. NO! This was a
I'm-so-horny-I-could-fuck-your-brains-out-right-here kind of kiss. . . AND
MY PARENTS SAW THE WHOLE DAMNED THING!!!

	Talk about walking through hell and back when I got inside!

	Mom was yelling and crying and screaming profanities, and Dad was
standing beside her, all the while having a blank, disgusted expression on
his face, and I was shrinking by the minute at Mom's remarks. At one point
I even started crying, she was battering me so hard! But, I mean, this was
my mother! The person who brought me into this world!! [with the help of
Dad, of course]. I tried to explain to them but they weren't having
it. They wouldn't hear what I had to say. . .

	"How could you not tell us about this, Keiran?!?!" Mom was
yelling. LOUD! "How the FUCK can you be a faggot?! Huh?. . . HUH?!?! WHAT
THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU!!!! SO YOU JUST FUCK BOYS, IS THAT
IT?!!?. . . ANSWER ME, DAMNIT, OR SO HELP ME GOD!!!. . ."

	Because I was afraid of shit like this! I thought.

	I started to mumble a response, but I couldn't quite get it
out. She was really making me feel worse than dirt. . . Shitty dirt. I hate
being yelled at.

	"What's that?" She started advancing on me.

	I guess Dad sensed she was about to snap, but he couldn't stop her
in time. I tried backing away to avoid whatever she had planned on doing to
me, but the couch was in my way. I COULDN'T MOVE!

	"WHAT'S THAT, FAGGOT BOY?!" she yelled as she stepped towards me,
pushing me backwards, over the couch.

	"MOM!" I half yelled, half whined as I flipped backwards and landed
on the wooden coffee table, breaking it, mind you.

	Ouch. That's gonna hurt in the morning.

	"Don't call me `MOM', you fucking faggot. Queers don't deserve
moms, and I will NOT raise a queer for a son." she started coming around
the couch for me now. What the fuck?! This woman's trying to really hurt
me!! HER OWN SON!!! Her ONLY son!

	I tried to stand up quickly to defend my case, but my left leg was
killing me. "You and Dad would've never listened anyway." I tried to say
calmly as she was now standing just an arms width in front of me. I kept my
distance. It was enough being yelled at, but I didn't want to be a victim
of anything else. . . I could feel my ankle swelling.

	"OF COURSE WE'RE NOT GONNA LISTEN!! THERE'S NOTHING TO SAY!! YOU'RE
A FUCKING QUEER, Keiran!!"

	Not even Dad would try and defend me. He just stood there behind
Mom with one hand on her shoulder. I never knew they felt this way about
homosexuality! We've seen some gay guys plenty of times at restaurants and
stuff, and it wouldn't even bother them! Of course, I knew it disturbed
them, but they never acted out, verbally or physically, upon their
opinions!

	"DON'T FUCKING TOUCH ME, RON!" she snapped at my dad. Then she said
the words that still hurt me to this day.

	She looked at me - through me - and all I could see was the hatred,
disgust, and disappointment lingering in her eyes and dripping with every
consonant that was about to escape her twisted mouth. "Get out of my house,
faggot boy. . . You are no longer my son after tonight, and you are never,
and I mean NEVER invited back. . . Ever."

	The words hit me like a thousand tons of cement. My heart fell to
my knees and my chest was caving inward. I couldn't breathe, I couldn't
speak, I couldn't see straight, and my left ankle hurt like hell. . . All I
could do was half stand, half lean on one leg and let the tears flow as my
body began to shake with anger, pain, and emotional hurt. I searched my
parents eyes for some sort of understanding and forgiveness for being
`queer'. Nothing was there.

	". . .What are you waiting for, queer?" Dad threw THAT stone at
me. "Get."

	I limped past them, upstairs to my room, grabbed an old backpack
and shoved whatever my hands could find into it. It wasn't ten minutes and
I was in my car, on my way to Audrianna's house. I cried all the way there
- and nearly wrecking my Civic because I ran a stop sign - and loads more
after we were in her room. [her parents didn't mind me sleeping with
her. They knew I was gay. . . Obviously, I had no thoughts and plans of
having straight-sex with her]. I promised Audrie that she could take me to
the hospital in the morning, but right then, I just wanted to
sleep. . . Maybe even die.

	But I didn't tell her that.

	That night Audrianna held me in her arms and comforted me while I
cried myself to a dreamless sleep.



	8:55pm. Where is this guy? I thought as I checked my phone again,
laying my painful memories to rest.

*       *       *

	A tall man dressed entirely in black entered the park from the rear
entrance. His hood was pulled over his head despite the 80-degree humidity.
He didn't seem like he was in a hurry, but he walked as if he had all the
time on God's green Earth. He journeyed the winded trail that would
eventually lead him to the North entrance of Heartland Park, where he knew
his prey would be waiting in his car, daydreaming and looking for him every
few minutes.

*       *       *

	As I cautiously searched the surrounding area I saw someone coming
towards me.
	My chest tightened.
	Okay, maybe I should've just ignored this invitation. . .

	The hooded figure started walking faster. I kept trying to see his
face, but the damned hood on his coat kept his face hidden. Why the fuck
was he wearing a coat in mid-July anyway? Fucking moron, I tell you. . .

	My heart race elevated. I locked the doors to my car just as the
man stepped into the light of the streetlamp, just a few feet in front of
me. My hands were on the keys, which were still in the ignition, and I was
ready to haul ass if shit hit the fan.

	Why the fuck won't you look at me?! I thought. Well, maybe you are
looking at me, but I can't tell!. . . Dude, you're really freaking my shit
OUT! My thoughts were rambling as two hands emerged from the pockets and
headed for the hood.

	Oh shit. I'm about to die. Fuck.

	In one swift movement, the hood was off and my fears were made
reality. I swear my heart stopped beating for a second or two.

	"James." I whispered.

	The hooded figure nodded. I didn't know what to do! I was angry,
mad, ecstatic, happy, horny, and a few other emotions all wrapped in one
big emotional meltdown, but I was trapped in my car. Its doors were locked
and its arms clung to me, pinning me to the seat.

	James slowly walked closer, I guess afraid I would scream or drive
off. When I didn't, he walked faster. As he reached for the door handle, I
was finally able to make out most of his complexion. My stomach fell off
the rollercoaster and my member joined the mile-high club.

	He hadn't cut his hair [for whatever the reason], and it now rested
between his ears and his jaw line. I never knew his hair was slightly wavy,
though. . . And his eyes were. . . Green? Even in the moonlight, I could
see them, emerald-jade as can be. He did look a bit pale though.

	Was he sick? Maybe it was just the moonlight. . .

	The door opened and he smiled.

	Shit! That fucking smile still makes me weak. . .

	It wasn't even one second before I was unbuckled and in his arms,
crying my heart out and yelling at him through sobs which he probably
didn't understand.

	Whatever I said earlier about me hating him, I take it back. Hell,
I knew I was still in love with the guy, even if he DID leave me for more
than a year without a single word of knowledge as to where he went and
why. . .

	Fucking homo. . . Fucking heartless, sexy, stupid homo.

	James just stood there, holding me in his arms and I cried into his
chest until I could control my tears. I pulled away to get a better look at
him.

	His eyes WERE green! Are those contacts?

	"Where were you, James?" I asked, trying desperately to keep the
lump in my throat from rising as I spoke. God knows I had missed him so
much!!!

	He sighed. "I was. . . I couldn't. . . I'm sorry, Kai! I really am!
But you never would have understood!"

	"Understood what?" I asked, creasing my eyebrows and then wiping my
eyes as I released myself from his arms and leaned against my car. He
looked as if he almost didn't want to tell me.

	I haaate secrets. . .

	"James. . ." I said, reaching out to grab his arms. ". . . Tell me
what? I'm sure ill understand, but you'll never know unless you tell me."

	He took a few steps back.

	My heart sank. Is he leaving again? Please, God, not again! I
couldn't take it. I would die right here, right now.

	"Keiran." he whispered.

	I looked him deep into his green eyes. "Baby, I love you! Whatever
you tell me, I'm sure we can work it out. Just tell me, okay?" I kissed his
neck softly and laid my head back on his chest. It might've just been me,
but he seemed kind of cold.

	"Kai. . . ?"

	"Yes, babe?"

	"Promise me you'll always love me."

	"Only if you promise me you'll never leave me. . ." I quickly said,
raising my head to stare into his gorgeous eyes - real or fake.

	"I promise." he said.

	"You know I will ALWAYS love you." I reassured him. "I promise."

	It seemed as if James was stalling for some reason. Like he was
afraid that I would leave HIM. We stood there for nearly ten minutes before
James finally broke the silence.

	"Keiran, I've changed - a lot, mind you -"

	"What do you m-"

	"Just hear me out, baby." he said, placing a finger on my lips.

	Fuck! His hands were really cold! I hope he's okay. . .

	"I wanted to tell you that night. . . Remember the night
I. . . left?"

	Do I REMEMBER? Of course, I remember! You fucked me senseless then
left me the next morning! I thought.

	"Yeah." I shuddered. "I remember."

	"After we showered, I was gonna tell you, but you looked so
peaceful and content just laying on my chest. . . I didn't want to ruin
that. I knew if I told you, I'd probably lose you forever. . . I was second
guessing myself, and . . ." He stopped and looked me in my eyes with a
passion that I have never felt or experienced before. Then he kissed me.

	God, I can't take anymore of this!

	"Baby?" I said, breathless and slightly lightheaded.

	"I'm getting there, Keiran. Just give me a minute."

	I stopped asking questions and let him talk while the fog cleared
from my brain.

	"That night before I left, I was sleeping in my room. My brother -
do you remember him?"

	"Conner?" I asked, trying to recall his brother's name.

	"Close enough. Colter. Well, I was having this weird dream. I saw
myself sleeping in my bed, like I was in real life. Then, in my dream, I
see my brother walk through my door - yes, THROUGH my door -" He saw the
look of confusion written on my face. " . . . And he climbed on top of me
and gave me this horrible look. . . Colter looked at me as if. . . As if he
wanted to . . . Eat me. That's the best way I can put it. The next thing I
know, I'm awake in real life, with Colter biting the shit out of my neck
and my blood spilling everywhere. I pushed him off of me and he just stood
in the corner of the room, watching me. The last thing I remember before
going unconscious was my feet touching the floor and then. . . Nothing."

	I didn't know what to think. I hope he's not on crack or
anything. Maybe that would explain the coat he's wearing. . .

	James just held me and stopped talking, obviously waiting for my
response.

	"I don't know what to make of this, James. It doesn't make
sense. It was just a dream. Why would you leave though?" I asked.

	He let go of me, then pulled the collar of the coat down about
three inches. I had to lean in a little closer to see what was there. It
was a tattoo that read "James", but it was covering something else. That
"something else" was an arch and it started between the "J" and the "a",
and ended between the "e" and the "s".

	"What the hell is that?" I asked, curiosity overwhelming me.

	Did he get a new boyfriend while he was gone? Jealousy was creeping
its way into my blood stream and I could feel its effect in my chest.

	"I told you, I woke up and my brother was nibbling on my neck, to
say the least. I didn't know he liked our kind. . ." I could hear the smirk
in his voice.

	"You're brother's gay too?" I stepped back and asked, totally
thrown off guard.

	"Baby, my brother likes my BLOOD. He doesn't like ME!"

	. . . The FUCK?! I really gave him a crazy look now. I knew it1 I
just fucking knew it! He left me to go be a crack addict!! What the fuck?!
And he fucked his brother???!!! EPIC EW!!! I think I just puked in my
mouth.

	"Keiran, I am NOT a crack addict!" James looked at me, smiled
really big and laughed. "And I did not fuck Colter. That's just wrong in so
many ways."

	My heart melted away when I heard his laugh. It had been so
long!. . . God, I am so gay. . .

	. . . Hold up. . .

	"I never called you a crack addict." I said, although I did think
it. This is all too confusing for me. Why won't he just cut the small talk
and tell me why he left me!? Ugh!! I fucking hate him right now!!!

	No I don't. I love him. Even if he's a little addicted to -
whatever the fuck.

	"No, but you thought it."

	Creeeeepy. . .

	"So now you think I'm creepy?" James said.

	There goes my stomach again, jumping off those damn roller
coasters. This is too much. Either I'm crazy, or he's crazy. But I think
I'm perfectly sane right now! I'm the emotional one! Maybe he should give
ME some of whatever he's taking. . .

	"I - I don't think you're creepy. I just - WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING
ON, JAMES!? Why won't you fucking tell me?!" I started flailing my arms and
ranting. "I just want to know why you left me! Don't you think I deserved
to know THAT much?! Hell, just fucking tell -"

	"I'm a vampire."


I hope you enjoyed reading this. As mentioned earlier, I appreciate
constructive criticism.

Chapter 3 will be posted as soon as I am finished writing! Thanks again!
Jude Covenan <jude6907@yahoo.com>