Date: Tue, 23 Jul 2002 01:18:49 -0400
From: DJYWG
Subject: My Rebirth 1

Copyright / Disclaimer
Copyright 2002, D.J.Y.W.G.

This story contains descriptions of sexual acts between boys of similar
ages. If this is not to your tastes or is not legal in your locality, please
leave now! The story and its associated characters are entirely fictional
and any resemblance to people, living or otherwise, is purely coincidental.

I hope y'all like it...

And now your Feature Presentation.....

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	I was born Andrew Desmond Black on September 27, 1985. I had a
happy enough childhood, but when I entered puberty, I gained a few inches,
a deeper voice and a fear of the way I look. This fear drove me to near
eating disorder, depression, and insecurity, which led to short bouts of
severe depression.

	Now it is September 27, 2001, my sixteenth birthday. I am now
5'11'', 140lbs, caramel colored skin, brown eyes and black extremely curly
hair. My day began pretty much as it normally does. I woke up at around
noon and sat in front of the TV watching Farscape reruns on the Scifi
Channel. At around six I decided I would treat myself to a movie. I took a
30-minute shower and dressed in something from my entirely designer neutral
toned wardrobe. When I arrived at the theater, I chose the movie whose
starting time was closest to the current time, that movie was, Jeepers
Creepers. As I sat in the theater I had the distinct feeling I was being
watched, but I dismissed it as me being merely in someone's line of sight
due to the movie screen. As the movie progressed, I could not shake that
feeling of being watched. It was as if someone was searing me with the
red-hot pokers of their gaze. This feeling stayed with me the rest of the
movie and subsequently I missed the entire movie. When I left the theatre,
I decided to take the back route home, which consisted of mainly alleys.
While walking down a particularly dank alley, the feeling I was being
watched returned accompanied by the feeling of being followed. Not just
followed, but hunted. I quickened my pace in hopes of distancing my self
from my hunter. I broke into a run, which evolved into a sprint. Now I
could hear its foot falls, accompanied by the primal drum beat of blood
pulsing in my ears. I turned around to see my hunter effortlessly gaining
on me. My eyes began to dart around in terror looking for some way to
escape. I began to feel increasingly like the impala being chased by a
cheetah, but this cheetah was guaranteed to catch me. Just as I thought I
was going to simply capitulate I tripped, as I fell my mind raced through a
million thoughts. That thing is going to kill me?  When I land I am going
to be in so much pain.

	I hit the ground with such forward momentum that I continued to
slide for about 15 feet. As I slid my mind went to the state my Armani
jacket and Gucci pants when I stopped sliding. Isn't it funny how our minds
seek refuge in the worthless things when faced with danger or even
death. After I finished sliding, I managed to roll over sit up just enough
to support myself with my elbows. That's when I realized the reason I was
in such a piteous condition.

	I looked up and there was a person, if it could even be called
that, it definitely had human form but the wild look in its eye and it's
bared fangs led me to think vampire.  But vampires weren't real?  This was
probably some cracked out Goth hard up for cash to pay for another hit.
That's when I noticed the bizarre look in his eye, not the look of an
addict, but of a feral animal that has cornered its prey. That's when I
began to think, that however illogical, this man was a vampire. I began to
push myself farther away from him but he continued to advance. Then he
launched himself at me with an inhuman snarl. He hit me with the force of a
lion and we slid for about 10 feet. He attacked me, clawing at me and
gnashing his fanged maw. I fought back as much as I could but I was easily
overpowered and finally resigned myself to my fate: death. He grabbed the
side of my head, exposing my neck and with lightning speed attacked my
neck, leaving a gash, which had, remove a quarter of my neck. He then began
slurping lasciviously at the jagged wound as more and more blood spilled
from my jugular into it. As more and more blood was drained much of it
forming a pool under me and the rest being slurped by this creature my
heart began straining to circulate my dropping blood levels throughout my
battered body. Once he had had his fill of my life's blood he walked
away. I lay there, in a pool of my blood my essence, and thought how much
of a mess I must be?  Laying here in a pool of blood with a huge gaping
wound on my neck. Then the pain hit me, searing pain from the edges of my
gaping neck and a burning pain from my scrapes because of the sliding. Then
as my body fought harder and harder to stay alive and pain was all my
senses registered, the realization came that I was going to die. I had
wanted to die in the past but now it was a dreaded occurrence and I began
to whimper and gurgle blood out of my mouth. Then my attacker, who had
become a retreating blur just inside my peripheral vision, began to come
close until he stood over me. He knelt down and I felt something warm
dripping into my mouth, believing it to be water I swallowed shallowly.
Then he lifted me from the ground, my head lolling on its partial stalk and
blood dripping from my tattered cloths and I passed out.

	While I was unconscious strange haunting images came to me, walking
corpses entering rivers of as far as I could tell, blood and coming out
renewed. In addition, during my unconsciousness, it felt as though my body
was being torn apart cell by cell, burnt, frozen and then put back together
somehow anew. When I awoke, I felt fine. "Fine?!"  I thought...after
skittering across the ground and having your neck ripped in half. Then I
reached and felt where my gaping wound should have been and felt smooth
skin.

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