Date: Fri, 7 Sep 2012 16:37:28 +0000
From: Jon McKie <squashed_hedge_hog@hotmail.com>
Subject: Red Brick Wall (Vampire story)

The orange streetlamps turned the world a ruddy ochre and cast dramatic
shadows across the pavements as David walked home via the backstreets of
his northern British city. He'd been for some drinks with his girlfriend
after work and now he was walking home with his head down and hands stuffed
in the pockets of his tracksuit bottoms, ignoring the chill in the early
winter air.

He could see the high-rise flats where he lived looming over the roofs of
the redbrick terrace houses that sprawled across the city. 'Fifteen
minutes' he thought, 'almost home.' For some reason he felt on edge
tonight, the area was rough but that had never bothered him before, he was
athletic and could handle himself in a fight if needs be, but tonight he
couldn't wait to get back to the safety of his one bedroomed flat on the
sixth floor.

Ahead of him and to the right, from the shadow of a doorway a figure
emerged, David felt a pang of nerves in the pit of his stomach, keeping his
head down he passed the figure, a youth of around sixteen, skinny and
dressed in a dark coat who was looking at him through the dull light, a
thin smile on his face. After passing the boy David glanced over his
shoulder but he seemed to have disappeared, back into the shadows. The
hairs on the back of David's neck stood on end, all his senses seemed
heightened, silence seemed to have covered the backstreets like a sheet
though his ears strained to hear any sound. Don't be stupid Dave, he was
just a kid.' And then, without warning as he passed the gate of someone's
back yard he was yanked violently off of his feet and to his left.

 His grunt of panic was stopped before it left his mouth by a cold, slender
hand that clamped over his lips. He had been pulled through the gate and
was in an empty yard surrounded by brick walls. David thrashed powerfully
with his elbows and legs trying to shake off his attacker who held him from
behind, but the strong arms held him as though he was a child.  He tried to
prise the hand off of his mouth, grabbing hold of the wrist with his large
hands, the wrist was very thin but absurdly his best efforts made no
difference.

David was spun around and thrust against the redbrick wall of the house,
for the first time he got a good look at his attacker, it was the boy. He
was quite short and slight of build, in the shadows of the yard David
couldn't make out the colour of his hair, but his eyes were pale and calm
and the same thin smile played over his lips, his cheekbones were high and
his skin smooth. No matter how David struggled the boy deflected his blows
and kept him pinned against the wall. The strong hands began to roam across
David's body and the thin smile moved closer to David and began to nuzzle
into the nape of his neck almost affectionately. David groaned in disgust
as a cool tongue licked around his ear and neck and thin fingers deftly
untied the drawstring on his tracksuit bottoms.  He called out as the boys
strong arms swept him off of his feet and onto the ground, the small frame
of his attacker lightly landing on top of him, with horror he realised that
his boxers and bottoms had been pulled down as he fell and were now being
pulled to his ankles. He began to fight back with renewed vigour but it was
useless, again a hand was over his mouth, another on groping between his
legs, his trainered feet were struggling above the boy's shoulders and
something wet was being rubbed between his cheeks and around his hole.
David closed his eyes tightly and held his breath, turning his head away as
far as he could reach as though that could help to dampen the shame. He
felt cool breath on his neck and the slick head of the boy's member against
his anus. He prepared for himself for what was to come as the boy pushed
gently against his sphincter but cried out in pain and confusion as he
unexpectedly felt a stab in his neck, he could hear the boy sucking
greedily by his ear, he was being bitten. No sooner had the realisation
struck than he felt the boys cock enter him. Thrust after thrust the boy
pushed into him, greedily sucking on his bleeding neck, it seemed to go on
for an eternity, David stopped struggling, he became weak, accepting, he
felt something between horror and euphoria, could he really be enjoying
this? His limbs became flaccid like a rag doll as the boy continued to
pound into him, drinking all the time until David slipped from
consciousness.



 * * *



The next thing David remembered he was stumbling home in the early dawn
light. His head pounded and he couldn't decide if his arse or his neck hurt
the most. He was worried he might shit himself. He came to his deserted
high-rise and unlocked the heavy metal door. The corridor seemed painfully
bright in the florescent light and the elevator seemed to take forever to
take him up to floor six.

In his bathroom he looked in the mirror, his skin was pale and clammy and
on his neck was an ugly bite wound. Any blood had been cleaned away from
his skin but his tee-shirt had a dark brown stain at the collar. He slowly
peeled his clothes off, sat on the toilet wincing at the pain as he emptied
his bowels, when he wiped there was blood smeared on the toilet roll. He
showered and crawled into his bed. He had never felt so tired or so
hollow. He slept on and off for around sixteen hours, when he woke again
fully it was 11.15 pm and he was desperately thirsty, he stumbled into the
kitchen and grabbed a glass from the draining board, it smashed in his
hand. 'Fuck!' he exclaimed in a hoarse voice, he grabbed at another glass,
more gently this time and filled it from the tap. He began to gulp down the
water but it tasted foul, he retched into the sink. He went to the
refrigerator and took out a carton of milk; again it was foul, like
vomit. He checked the use-by date, not for days... he let the water run and
run in the sink but still it tasted terrible. He went to try the sink in
the bathroom and caught sight of his reflection in the mirror. The wound on
his neck was half gone, though enflamed the ugly red bite-marks had healed
over with new skin. Astonished though he was, he was so thirsty he couldn't
think. He began to drink from the bathroom tap. It was no better than the
water from the kitchen but he swallowed all the same, only to vomit it up
again. He lay on the cold tiled floor naked and shivering, clutching at his
stomach and wondering what was happening to him.



* * *

David slept fitfully through the next day, when occasionally he woke the
light burned his eyes and he hid beneath the duvet on his bed, his thoughts
never straying from the boy, he wanted to find him. He wanted to kill
him. When night came once again David rose, head swimming, stumbling as he
dressed hurriedly, desperately thirsty and unable to drink anything,
panicked and in pain. The wound on his neck was now no more than a mark but
the pain was in his stomach, he felt drunk, manic, afraid.

He left the high-rise, barging past a nervous looking woman by the door,
wandering through the backstreets of the terraces that surrounded his
flat. Some instinct seemed to be directing him, telling him to go this way
or that. Tears began to run down his cheeks as he wondered mournfully what
could be happening. He felt empty inside and utterly lost but he continued
with urgency past redbrick houses and narrow backstreets. His only thought
was his thirst and the memory of the boy's hands on him, the sound of him
guzzling by his ear.

After walking like this for an hour he found himself standing before a
large house in a nicer part of town, a small garden fronted the building
that was over-grown with brambles and weeds, the windows were filthy, only
just showing through to stained net curtains and dark rooms.  The house
seemed utterly deserted but David had a strange sense he must go inside. He
tried banging on the door to no avail, after walking round the back of the
house he saw a boarded up window which he could pull back to enter the
building.

It was completely dark in the room but through the door he could see a
feint glow. He followed the light into a side room in which a slender
figure was sitting with his back to him at a rickety looking table,
silhouetted by the light of the candle he was looking into. David knew now
what he'd been looking for, it was the boy.

David's voice came out a hoarse whisper 'What's happening to me?' he asked
stupidly, The boy turned to him, his calm eyes and thin smile now looked
concerned, almost kind. 'Don't worry, come sit with me. I imagine you must
be thirsty?' David sat upon an empty chair, shadows danced around the
contours of the boy's face as the candle flickered.  David noticed two
wineglasses on the table for the first time, filled with liquid that looked
black in the dim light. 'My name's Alistair,' He passed one of the glasses
to David who lifted it to his lips suspiciously, he was so thirsty though
that he paused for only a second before closing his eyes and emptying the
glass into his mouth. It was thick, tasted of iron and salt and was the
most incredible thing David had ever drank, filling his body with warmth
and energy. Every nerve in his body seemed to be electrified as he gasped a
breath and slammed his glass down on the table. Opening his eyes the room
seemed brighter, he could see into the shadows in the corners of the room,
he could smell the mould, damp plaster and still the scent of the drink, he
could hear the traffic of the city and his own pulse pounding in his
ears. The boys smile was knowing, David could see now that his eyes were
pale blue, his hair a sandy brown. He looked beautiful, David hated him. He
pushed the second glass towards David who drank deeply and then pushed she
glass away.  'What did you do?' David asked again, his voice more
assertive. The boys smile broadened but he said nothing. 'What did you do?'
He was standing now, he felt suddenly strong again, the boy seemed so
small, how could he ever have over-powered him. He walked round the table
and grabbed him by the collar, lifting him to his feet, knocking down the
chair; he seemed to weigh almost nothing. 'What did you do to me?' He
demanded, inches from the boy's face, he felt he could take on the world,
the boy only smiled silently. He pushed him back and slammed him into a
wall which shuddered, shedding chunks of plaster.  David wanted to hit him,
beat him, kill him. Instead, to his own astonishment he kissed him fully on
the lips. The boy kissed back, curling his arms around David's broad
back. It seemed that what David had taken for rage had turned to lust; he
pushed the boy to the dirty floorboards, kissing aggressively, hands
tearing at clothes, carnal grunts and sweat pouring out of him. Never once
did David think of the fact he was with a male for the first time, not once
did he think of his girlfriend, the world was a blur of skin, the taste of
the boys mouth and the smells of bodies, dust and mould. Soon they were
naked and the boy was rubbing something cold and wet onto David's hard
cock. The boy had to guide David to his opening. David heard the boy moan,
he was pushing into his body which was moist and tight. David thrust into
him over and over, his knees bleeding against the floor, his fingernails
biting into the boys flesh.  He fucked him harder than he'd ever fucked
before, so drunk on the primal pleasure of it he did not notice the boy
bearing his teeth in pleasure, showing extended, pointed canines. When
David came in the boy he all but screamed, never losing eye contact for a
second. The boy squirted around the same time, pale eyes shining, they
ended in a heap, panting through gritted teeth. After lying there for some
time the boy spoke 'What's your name?' 'David.' Softer this time; 'What did
you do to me?' Alastair stroked his face, 'You know,' he replied 'Say
it...' David paused, nuzzled into the boys neck for comfort 'You've made me
a vampire.' He replied, he supposed he'd known all along.