Date: Sat, 7 Sep 2013 04:24:28 -0500
From: Travis Kuehl <tktravisk@gmail.com>
Subject: "Of Blood and Moon" Chapter 1. Gay Fantasy By: TK

This story contains graphic acts of gay sex between consenting male adults
at least age 18 or older.

This story also contains content involving werewolves, vampires, humans,
and other "other-worldly" creatures with acts of violence, submission,
deception, and romance. It also contains graphic language.

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To the rest of you, I will tell you the tale of Tobias Hartley's life
spiraling out of control as a twist of fate plunges him into a world where
fairy tales and nightmares really do come true.

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				 Chapter 1

		       When Life Gives you Lemons...


	"Hart! Get your ass out of bed and get down here, before I come up
there and soak you with cold water!" Came the shrill voice of his mother,
Mary, from downstairs.

	Hart's eyes flew open, and he woke with a start. He jumped out of
bed nearly sending his cat, Boober, flying accross his room nearly sending
him into the wall. After such conduct, Boober flew to the bedroom door, and
with a loud meow, ran out of the room.

	"Shit... sorry Boo" Hart mumbled to himself as the pound in his
chest started to slow. "I'm up Mom, put the damn water away." He yelled
out.

	"Hurry up and get dressed. Remember you have Orientation today, and
I want to take you out to eat before you leave." His mom called out from
downstairs again.

	Hart looked at his clock on his bedside table. It read it was 12:30
PM. With a sigh, Hart got up, went to the bathroom accross the hall,
relieved himself, and came back to his room. Looking on the chair next to
his now empty computer desk, he found his outfit that he chose to leave
out, the rest of his clothes packed already, along with his computer, and
started to dress.

	He took a good look of himself in the full length mirror on his
door, the last time he will do if for a year, and realized just how much he
has grown in 18 years.

	Tobias Hartley, or as everyone close called him "Hart", stood
looking in the mirror at his 18 year old, 6'1" slightly hairy body. He was
a bit chunky at 235lbs. Not fat, just slightly husky supported by his broad
shoulders and long legs. He looked at his short wavey brown hair, that
always parted the wrong way, to the left. No matter what he tried to do
with it, it would always go back to the same part. He never really liked
the way his body looked, except for his eyes. His eyes, the color of Hazel,
had the wonderful ability to shift colors depending on his mood. Green when
he was in a happy mood, brown when he was sad, Hazle when he was
content. Today they showed a light brown with a few fleck of green showing
he was sad and nervous.

	And why wouldn't he be. He was about to follow through on a choice
he made 3 months ago... college. He was nervous, never leaving home longer
then a week when he went on a class trip to Mexico two years ago, and
moving out to go live in the college town of La Crosse, Wisconsin, which
was three hours away, scared him. But what scared him more was that he was
gay. Open about it, but he was shy. He didn't have many friends, and the
ones he did have had already left to start their life away from home.

	But he was also sad. He would be leaving his mother alone. His dad,
James, died 3 years ago, and both him and his mother took it really
hard. Sometimes, he could still hear his mom crying about it. He worried
about what his mother was going to do with him out of the house, but
realized he needed to do this. He had to start life on his own.

	With one last glance at the mirror, he put on the blue jeans and
olive green shirt that he left out, grabbed his backpack and headed
downstairs.

	"You know, people die in bed." His mother said with a bemused smile
as he greeted her in the kitchen. "I left you some coffee, but it might be
cold."

	"Sorry. And thanks." Hart said, returning the smile. He grabbed a
coffeecup from the dishwasher and poured himself a cup, adding cream and
sugar, and put it in the microwave to reheat it.

	"After you finish that, let's head out so we can get something to
eat. How about Jack's." She said, with a slight tinge of sadness in her
voice.

	Jack's, Or Jack's diner was the place mom and I went to go eat at
often. After dad's death mom didn't have the heart to cook much anymore, so
we always ordered from there.

	"Sure, It will be the last time I eat there for awhile I guess. I'm
gonna miss the food." Hart said with a sad smile.

	Hart finished his coffee and left with his mother shortly after to
head to Jack's, where they ate and talked. Shortly after they both made
their way home and said their goodbyes. Telling eachother how they were
going to miss one another. Hart had tears in his eyes when he got into his
car and left.

	His mind was scattered as he made the three hour dive to La Crosse
in the balmy August afternoon, where he would be spending his next 4 years
learning about Music and libral arts. He started think about what he was
going to do after orientation, when all of a sudden a big brown thing
streakd into the middle of the road.

	"Oh SHIT!" Hart screamed as he slammed on the breaks. But was too
late and heard a massive "Thump" as he hit the brown thing, whatever it
was.

	Hart quickly undid his seat belt and steped out of the car, panic
filling his chest, heart pounding, running to the brown thing that looked
like a huge wolf. But as he got closer he noticed the wolf starting to
shift and change into something that resembled a human.

	"I'm so sorry!" He screamed out rushing to the brown thing.

	Hart stopped in his tracks, fear crippling him. "It must be
nerves." he thought to himself.

	"God damn it!" The brown wolf now human yelled in anger and
pain. "Watch where the fuck you are driving you dumbass!"

	Hart, who's fear was at an all time high, started to turn to run
back to his car. But didn't make it two steps before he smacked into
something, and then with a force which could not be explaned, was belted
hard across his chest sending him flying across the road.

	Hart landed in the ditch across the road with a hard thud and a
groan. Crawling onto his hands and knees and looked up to see who his
attacker was, and his fear boiled over onto the ground in the form of
vomit. Standing about 20 feet away was what could only be described as a
werewolf. He was HUGE! He stood at least 7 feet tall, on thickly muscled
legs covered in black fur. His huge clawed hands connected to long muscled
arms that looked like they could bend steel and were also covered in the
same black fur. His broad and muscled chest was hairless, instead taking on
a dark blaack skin that almost looked like leather, all the way down to his
abs. But it was his face that scared Hart the most. His face had a long
muzzle that had sharp looking white teeth and fangs that looked like they
could tear through flesh like a hot knife through butter. His ears, pointed
and covered in the same black leather looking skin. But his eyes... they
glowed, gold.

	Hart tried to get up, he felt a searing hot pain as he did so
making it hard to breathe. "Yup." He thought. "Must of broken a rib." He
was also bleeding from a gash across his chest.

	The black werewolf look Hart directly in the eye and Hart couldn't
do anything but shake. "This is it, I'm a dead man." He thought. But he
wouldn't go down without a fight. Hart turned and made a run for it into
the nearby forest. As he did this, the werewolf let out a heart stopping
roar and gave chase.

	Hart didn't get very far before he felt the familier smack agaisnt
his back followed by him being sent soaring through the air, crashing into
a tree ahead of him. Searing pain surged through him and he felt his right
shoulder dislocate and a warm wetness crawl down his back.

	The werewolf stared directly into Hart's eyes and said in a very
deep growl. "So, you think you can injure one of my pack, and not answer
for it?"

	"I'm sorry, I swear I didn't see him until..."

	"Silence!" The werewolf roared.

	And Hart did, He didn't have the strength to talk, the whole of his
torso was in agony, and he was bleeding vastly from the claw wounds.

	"I'm going to kill you now, slowly. for what you have done to my
packmate. It's a shame too, having to die so young." The werewolf said
smugly.

	The werewolf lifted a clawed hand and swiped it at Hart's
face. Pain like he never had before gripped him as the sharp claws raked
his face. Blood started pouring out all over the ground. He tried to open
his eyes but the right one could only see red as the blood covered his eye.

	Hart's life flashed before him. And as he looked at his short life
he realized that it was a waste. He never did anything, never really had
anyone. He was a loner. Hell he didn't even have sex yet. He had hoped
college would of changed all of that. but being so shy and submissive he
knew that it would of just been the same. He would be alone. Never feeling
like he belonged. Never feeling like he was loved. And when the realization
of how worthless his life had been collapsed into the forfront of his mind,
his sadness about it turned to hate. Hatred of himself. And he realized
that he wanted this, he wanted to die. Right here and right now.

	And with that his hatred turned into courage as he screamed at the
werewolf. "Do it then! Kill me already! Stop playing with me like some
chewtoy and get it over with Fido!"

	The smug look on the werewolf's face left, replaced by rage at the
insolence of this stupid boy. He stared the boy in the eyes as he got
within inchs of his ravaged face and let out a massive roar. The boy didn't
look away, and this angered the werewolf more. He made a move to bite out
his neck but something in the werewolf made him change direction and he bit
down, hard, onto the shoulder of the boy.

	Hart closed his eyes as the werewolf bit down on his dislocated
shoulder. The pain was so intense. So much so that he couldn't stifle the
scream that blasted out of his mouth. The werewolf held him like that for
almost a minute before letting him go. The fear, rage, and pain all came
down on him then, and he blacked out. But not before hearing the werewolf
say coldly...

	"No."



To be continued.

Thanks for reading so far. I can't wait to tell you what happens to Hart in
the next chapter. Rebellion.

As with anyone on nifty I really want to hear your comments about the
story, good or bad I like feedback.

E-mail me at tktravisk@gmail.com

Thanks!
-TK