Date: Fri, 16 Apr 2004 04:49:56 EDT
From: LimitlessFury02@aol.com
Subject: Kiss of the Fallen: A Tale of Supernatural Gay Erotica Part 2

This is part two of my original short story Kiss of the Fallen. I
sincerely hope it meets the expected guidelines set forth by the
moderators of Nifty and all it's subsidiaries. As always feel free to
post my email address along with the story.

Thank you,
A.R. Booth


*Disclaimer* This is a work of erotic gay fiction, and all characters are
merely figments of the author's imagination. Intelligent comments and
constructive criticism are gladly accepted and can be sent to
LimitlessFury02@aol.com All flames will be ignored.

			    KISS OF THE FALLEN:
		    A Tale of Supernatural Gay Erotica
				    by
				A.R. Booth

				 ~PART  2~


Determined to realize the seemingly impossible task I had put before me I
let my senses guide me.  The pull of sexual purity is very strong.  My
brethren and I are drawn to sexual intensity and a virgin's energies are
erratic and strong...untainted and unspent.  They have not yet given
themselves over to sexually charged activity, and by so doing giving over a
piece of their own soulself to their partner.  When mortals couple, they
share a very spiritual bond...very much in the same way we Fallen
do...however we take it and give nothing back...in the case of mortals they
share it with each other.  Each unconsciously taking a piece of the other's
soulself.  So literally and spiritually speaking the old warning holds
true...when you have sex with someone, you have sex with everyone else they
have been with.  Which is why the pull of a virgin is so strong, because
their soulselves have not yet been broken and invaded by various other
partners.  The outcome is a very strong and undefiled purity that their
very essence gives off around their aura.  It has been a long time since I
felt the immense euphoria of a virgin soul.

In this day and age of "free love" and sexual anonymity, it is very
difficult to find a virgin soul.  However, I began my search in earnest.  I
am unusually picky this night, remembering my encounter with
Euracles-nothing less would satisfy my hunger.

Strolling down the darkened street I realized that I would not find what I
searched for among the hobos and bums; the nightwalkers that eke out a
miserable living by giving of themselves to strangers.

But wait, what is this?

An urgently strong energy tickled my aura, so strong indeed that it forced
me to whirl around in confusion and maddening lust.  There he was, a golden
purity, standing there against the wall of an abandoned building.  His pose
and look was that of a street whore-no more.  However I could see that
there was much more to this magnificent boy.  He had the look of a youth in
his early twenties.  He was dressed in torn blue jeans and a slightly
soiled white wifebeater that accentuated his lean frame.  His musculature
was very well defined--strong well-built arms and small but defined
pectorals.  A thick bush of darkened blonde hair screamed to escape from
the low neck of the wifebeater.  His torn jeans rested playfully on his
hips, accenting his well toned stomach.  His face-turned to the side and
hidden in shadow-portrayed a strong profile.  His tasseled honey-blonde
hair fell into his face, obviously unkempt and in urgent need of a comb and
some shampoo.  A beautiful aura so strong that my spirit salivated and my
hunger begged me for a taste of this succulent man-boy.  There was a
familiarity about him.  There was also something hidden about him.  Some
kind of mischievous evil lurked within him.  I could not place it, but that
part of him called out to me.  That part of him forced me to sense a
familiarity.

Dazed, I slowly walked over to him.  He stayed still as I advanced upon
him, his pose unchanging-the careful way his hands never strayed from the
jean pockets he had placed them.  His expression stayed still, almost as if
caught in deep thought.  His soul energies however were a completely
different story.  Seen only by my vampiric sight, the golden aura danced
around him, only slightly tinted with a reddish hue.  The aura, moreso than
the boy himself drew me to him. It's hypnotic dance ensnared me with
feelings of lust and want.  I needed him, and I was going to have him.

I stand beside him now, my hand placed carelessly on the wall beside his
cheek, his face still hidden in shadow.

"Wanna party?" I asked him in the usual manner a "john" asks his charge.

The boy looked at me then, and the revelation behind those eyes, those
bright cerulean-coloured eyes, almost caused me to faint.  I knew those
eyes, and the familiarity his aura gave off was at once known to me.

This was Euracles.

But...HOW?!

It was impossible.  Startled by this revelation, my mind raced back to that
night so long ago.  I thought that maybe my own mind had caved and my
hunger so great, that I had somehow created this vision in my own madness.
My hand reached to his face and he drew back as if in fear.  My hand made
contact with his cheek, and his eyes peered into mine with sudden ferocity,
as if an eon of forgotten memories flooded back to him.  I held my hand
there, trying to decipher why my vision had been given flesh and blood.
His cheek grew hot and flushed under my touch, meaning life.

"It is you...." I gasped, "My Euracles."

"Look mister, I can be whoever you want me to be...but no touch until you
flash some cash. Capiche?" The boy looked at me in confusion, although I
sensed fear.  His voice emanated with stern ferocity, but it wavered.  He
was terrified.  If I didn't know any better I would say that this was his
first time.

Daunted, I removed my hand, peering into eyes I had not seen for centuries.
This was him, wasn't it?  My cluttered mind raced back in time, trying to
visualize the face of the boy I had taken, oh so long ago.  Slight
differences made me regain my composure.  There was a scar underneath this
boys right eye whereas Euracles had no scars. The dark tuft of chest hair
that jutted out of the neck of his wifebeater was another
difference-Euracles was smooth.  Other than that there was no difference.
You could have placed them side by side and you would swear they were
twins.

Stepping back a little, I overemphasized my apologies. "Sorry kid, I
thought you were someone else...someone I knew a long time ago."

Curiously he looked at me with sympathy and in that moment I noticed a
great sadness about him.  His eyes were full of sorrow and pain, and even
though he was so young, I could tell he had been through much in his short
life.  His mind opened itself to me and I saw abuse, death, longing,
abandon, so many feelings of sorrow and pain washed over me that I quickly
closed the connection.  No, I reminded myself.  I do not feel.  I do not
care.  I cannot care.  And yet, my own black heart, after eons upon eons of
hatred and built up anger melted as I looked into his innocent eyes-just as
it did when I looked into the eyes of Euracles.

I tried to put as much kindness in my words as I could muster.  "Hey, kid,
you could use a bath.  How long has it been since you have eaten?"

His manner suddenly changed-his chest jutted out in defiance and his lips
pressed together tightly and through clenched teeth he said, " I don't want
any handouts mister."  His eyes-oh his beautifully cerulean colored
eyes-betrayed his pride.  They spoke to me more than words ever could.
They said "Take me away from this hell...love me, cherish me, let me be
with you..."

I grinned auspiciously, and retorted, "Oh I give no free handouts.  Let me
bathe you and feed you, then we will discuss payment for my generosity."
My eyes gleamed maliciously, as I grasped his hand.  His whole body went
stiff to my touch...not knowing why he suddenly felt a jump-start in his
dick, why he suddenly felt like I was the only thing in the world to him.
Only I knew the secret to that...I was pressing on his own needs and
desires--amplifying them in his own meeker mortal mind.  I didn't force him
to believe it, only enhanced the desire.  I wanted this one for
everlasting.  I had lost Euracles once, I would not lose him again.

A long and silent taxi ride later, we arrived at my current residence.

The need for secrecy and anonymity is of the utmost importance in our
vampire lifestyle.  As it is, I have many residences--none of which I stay
in for extended periods of time.  Humans, by nature, are a curious species.
If I were to stay in one area for too long-say a half century or so-the
humans around me would become suspicious of my unchanging attributes and my
nocturnal activities.  Much like the days of old when our existence was
perceived by our prey, I would most likely be hunted down and killed.  That
was an inconsiderable option.  So, suffice it to say, I move around quite
frequently.  The need for safehouses (dens or covens of my kind) died off
with the legend of our existence.  We have become fables to be whispered at
bedtime; stories portray us in the moving pictures the humans have become
so fond of in recent times.  All the stories and the moving pictures that
portray vampires are actually quite comedic.  The stories and movies that
depict our existence are looked at as fiction and in a way, actually serve
to strengthen our resolve for anonymity.

My current place of residence is located on the eastern borders of the
fairly new country called America.  I have acquired a stately mansion in
the outskirts of Albany, New York. The place is obscure, and hidden by tall
trees that cover the large plot of land that came with the purchase of the
house.  My only neighbors are about an hour drive from the mansion itself.
I chose the place because of its geographical location.  It is near the
ocean and is in all respects hidden from the outside world.  As are all of
my residences.

As the taxi pulled up to the massive main gate I paid the driver and
instructed him to go on.  When I leaned over the seat to give him the fare
(a sizable amount in the triple digits), I caught his gaze and ultimately
clouded his memory of the way to my home.  I left enough of his memory in
tact so he could go back to where he had come from, but as far as any
memory of how to get to my home...he would remember nothing.  My mental
talents prove very useful in situations like this and I do not feel I am
invading privacy when I employ them this way.  I am simply keeping what
must remain hidden a secret.

Satisfied that I had done my job, he left us at the closed iron gate.  When
the taxi was far enough away as to where even the brake lights were dim to
my own powerful sight, I turned and faced the state-of-the-art electronic
alarm system that would allow us entrance to the estate.  I punched in the
6 digit passcode and the iron gate promptly opened.  The well oiled
mechanisms of the gate made no sounds as it silently whirred open, inviting
us to join the darkness it protected.

Then I turned to gaze upon my new possession.  He was obviously nervous-his
hands were shoved deep into his pockets and his eyes darted around him
suspiciously.  He was unsure what to do next so I came closer to him and
gazed into his eyes.

"There is no need to be afraid, my friend," I cooed to him in almost a
whisper.

The huskily lustful tone in my voice only proved to frighten him more, but
I knew he would come around in time.  He did not know what to expect.  All
he knew was that he was alone, with a man who makes him quiver with erotic
feelings of infernal lust and passion, and that he was terrified.  On some
instinctive level, I feel he must know there is something...different about
me.  I fear I must be careful of how I treat this young morsel, or I may
yet lose him.  I do not bring a mortal to my home frivolously.  I have
plans for this magnificent human, and I am determined wholeheartedly to see
them come to fruition.

Slowly, the boy turned around and faced the now open gate.  What he saw
behind it made his eyes bug out in awe and wonder.  A long paved road
snaked it's way up to the main manor of a huge mansion.  The road itself
wound through a maze of intricately detailed and maintained gardens.  It
reminded me much of the beautiful "Jardin de Versailles" located at the
heart of the Palace of Versailles in France (the home of Louis the XIV).
The French nobilities were very frivolous in Louis's day.  He would hold
numerous parties, some of which I attended.  His home was a veritable
museum of statues and paintings and other collectibles. When it came to
personal gratification, Louis the XIV spared no expense.  Countless gold
and marble trimmings invaded every nook and cranny of that fabulous place.
I have somewhat modeled the decor in this particular home to the style of
Louis's Palace.  I prefer to surround myself with beautiful things.  It
makes the life I have chosen for myself since the dawn of time seem less of
a burden.

Gently I nudged the small of his back to encourage him to step through the
gate.  Nervously he took a step.  His entire body trembled with fear--I
could smell it.  I reveled in it.

Placing my arm around his shoulders, I placed my lips close to his ear, "Do
not be afraid.  You will not be harmed, young master..." letting a hint of
lust peek through my words I added, "In fact, I think you might enjoy this
night very much."

He only vaguely grimaced, hesitantly nodding in response.  Slowly, I
started towards the mansion.  I kept him afoot with me by hooking my arm
tightly but gently with his.  Soon enough we were walking at a slow, but
steady, pace as we followed the snaking pathway up to the front entrance.
Along the way we took in the sights, breathed in the fragrant odors put
forth by the cornucopia of flora that my personal gardeners keep well in
condition.

I do have, in my employ, several men and women who keep up the grounds and
the manor itself.  They do not know me, nor will they ever.  They are
simply hired to do an honest days work through several agencies that I pay
a considerable amount of money to keep my privacy.  I am sure there are
many rumors among my staff as to who I am.  I even caught one of the
gardeners spying on me after working hours.  Gently I had coaxed him to
join me for a nightcap, once he had mistakenly let his presence known.  I
had much fun with that one...before I furiously sank my fangs into his neck
and drained his puny life-force right out of him.  Needless to say, he
spied no more.  My secrecy and privacy is most important to me, and any who
dare threaten it will surely meet a gory demise.

As we took our first steps together up the small marble staircase that led
to the entrance, I turned and looked at him again.  His eyes shone brightly
in the moonlight, his expression still frozen in awe and bewilderment.
Some stray locks of hair had found their way to his brow and, almost
lovingly, I tucked them safely behind his ear.  He looked at me then, and
as if that one gesture of kindness broke all his fear, he smiled at me.  Oh
I would have given anything for that one smile!

In my long years the only thing closest to "love" I had ever dare let enter
my conscious mind, was the night I allowed my dear Euracles to live.
Usually I would drain a mortal of their essence and leave him or her to
die.  He was different.  I increasingly began to believe that so was the
young man that stood by my side, smiling at me.

He gazed into my eyes, and with no mental pressure on my own part, he
lifted his hand up and caressed my cheek.  His eyes burst with curiosity as
he asked, "Why do I feel like I've known you my whole life?"

These being the only true words he spoke to me the entire night, I had no
answer for him.  In fact, I was sort of dumbfounded as to why he would feel
this way.  I simply took his hand from my cheek and placed it in my own.  I
kissed his hand, relishing the feel of his flesh on my lips.

Looking at him I replied, "I do not know the answer...but I feel the same."

He looked up at the moon and sighed.  I could sense his emotions-they were
torn within himself.  Things were happening to him on a different level
than the physical one we all share.  His mind was a blur of erotic thoughts
and feelings, and as I continued to hold his hand he took a step closer to
me.

Gazing into my eyes he said, "Julian.  My name is Julian.  Julian Ivanos."

"You are Greek?" I asked him, in muffled surprise.

He looked at me in slight confusion. Shrugging his shoulders he replied,
"Yeah, I guess.  Don't know much 'bout my heritage."

I smiled to myself secretly.  At last I understood why he seemed so
familiar to me.  His name 'Julian Ivanos' is almost completely Greek, with
some subtle changes.  'Julian' in direct translation from Greek to English
means "youthful."  'Ivanos', I surmised, was a lengthened form of "Ivan" or
Greek for "glorious gift."  As if a veil was suddenly lifted from my sight,
it all came to me.  In some way this Julian must be somehow connected to
Euracles.  Although, Euracles was of Roman blood, it is quite feasible that
sometime through the years, one of his descendants may have taken a Grecian
mate.  I concluded to myself that Julian--in all respects--was descended
from Euracles.  How fortunate (and not to mention incredibly coincidental)
that after all this time and in this place, I should be reunited with my
lost Euracles...in one form or another.  I decided to myself that fate had
a hand in this--although I could not figure out for the life of me why.

A new sensation started to coil it's tail around my heart.  A sharp tingle
that I had never before felt.  I could not place what it was, but it seemed
that my own black soul was in torment with this newfound...yearning.  Yes,
that is what it was.  Yearning.  I yearned for this man.  I have never
yearned before in my long life--for anything.  It was quite new to me.

Smiling at him, I led him by the hand up the steps to the front entrance.
He seemed to come along easier now, and his steps were much lighter and
quicker than before.  I stopped suddenly in front of the large wooden door
of the entrance.  The surrounding marble that accented the outline of the
door was carved with intricate strands of ivy and flowers.  Tiny faeries
and imps and all things of nature made their presence known in silent
coldness within the expertly carved marble art.  Julian had barely enough
time take in the sight of it all when I unlocked the door and swung it wide
open into the darkness of the main foyer.

~to be continued...~

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