Date: Sun, 3 Jan 2010 18:57:46 -0600
From: Jason Gordon <jaygordon_1981@hotmail.com>
Subject: Things That Go Bump, Ch. 9

Disclaimer: The following is a work of fiction which will include t/t and
m/m relationships, and probably some sex too.  If it is illegal in your
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			Things That Go Bump, Chapter 9
				"Revelations"



    "Don't call me that....  What are YOU doing here," he asked, motioning
for Richard to leave.  "No one else enters, Richard...."

    "I was sent...."

    "Of course YOU WERE SENT....  You couldn't act on your own if life
depended on it.... What the fuck are you doing here?!"

    "He doesn't answer to me, thank goodness, and certainly not to you...."

    With disgust, Sebastian spat, "What is your charge?"

    "I am to watch and report....  Strange things stirring here it seems,"
the man turned to him with a smile.  "Is it true," he asked, smelling the
air with astonishment, eyes widening at whatever he was taking in.

    Sebastian had no idea what the man was asking, but walked past him
dismissively, "Just stay out of the way...."

    "Don't we always," the man asked with a smile.

    "Too true," Sebastian responded with contempt.  "What do they call
you?"

    "Many things, but I rather like Gamaliel...."

    "Well, Gamaliel, if I can't get rid of you...."

    "And you can't...."

    "... if I can't get rid of you, tone down the fucking glow....  It'll
scare the humans and it's hurting my eyes...."

    Gamaliel chuckled and the room dimmed to an almost natural state.
"Better?"

    "Tolerable...."

    "Why do you hate our kind so?"

    "You've got to be kidding?"  Seeing the smiling, benign curiosity, he
sighed.  "For ages and eons, we've been damned, hunted, burned, killed, all
in the name of what you stand for...."

    "But not at our hands, not at the word of our Master...."

    "NOTHING is done at your hands.  YOU stand by, YOU watch, YOU report,
but YOU DO NOTHING....  When my father turned me to the desert for my
CRIME, where were your kind?  Absorbed with your business?  Singing your
praises?  Where were you this morning, when a father murdered his wife and
son?"

    Gamaliel looked almost guilty as his smile wavered.  "Truthfully?  I
was there this morning ... waiting to do my part...."

    Sebastian looked at him, waiting, and finally asked, "And that part
is?"  The man smiled and shook his head.  "AND THAT PART IS?"

    "Sebastian," the man said with heartbreaking tenderness that told
Sebastian that he did not want to hear what he was about to hear.  Gamaliel
began speaking an ancient language few besides Sebastian, in all the world,
would have understood.  Light filled the room much brighter than before, a
light brighter than Sebastian had ever seen, in fact: "Hesed, son of Nahor,
I am Gamaliel, an attending angel serving the will of my Master....  I am
the angel appointed to lead righteous souls to their places in the highest
heavens....  I was sent to retrieve this young man this morning, but found
that ... quite impossible," he said, the room fading again to near
darkness.

    Sebastian felt his heart seize up violently.  He'd never heard that a
vampire could have a heart attack, but surely it would feel like this.
Likewise his stomach, and he bent over in agonizing sorrow.  Wracked with
tears, he felt the warm hand on his shoulder, but shook his head.  "What
have I done?  I've damned a pure soul...."

    Gamaliel laughed, a warm and soothing laugh.  "You vampires....  You
are as bad as the humans....  Neither you nor the humans have ever
understood your place in the grand scheme of things....  Silly boy, with
your silly theologies...."

    "I'm four thousand years old...."

    "Three thousand nine hundred seventy four years, three hundred and
forty two days, twelve hours and seventeen minutes....  Give or take....
But when you are as old as I am ... everything seems young and new...."
The man smiled.  "I was seated at His feet before the bang, my friend....
And you humans, vampires, all of you -- who's damned, who's saved?  Good,
evil....  You, Sebastian, you've done some terrible things....  But like
the humans, you vampires have the key at hand....  You can change....  You
have changed, haven't you?  From the killing fields of Romania to holding a
boy in your arms....  Why, you didn't even kill his father tonight....  It
is freedom of choice that makes the humans so valuable and so easily
lost....  It's the same with your kind, but you've forgotten it....  For
too long you were led by beasts who taught that there was no other way,
that you serve no one....  But here I am....  If you were damned, truly and
irrevocably damned, what burns in your heart could not be....  The poet
... was wrong...."

    "Why should I believe you?"

    "Why shouldn't you?  Our nature is not so ... flexible as yours...."

    "I've met one of your kind before....  A real son of a bitch who called
himself Gavriel...."

    Gamaliel laughed heartily, and even Sebastian couldn't help but smile.
"No wonder you looked ready to kill when you saw me....  My dear brother
... is different....  Not unlike yourself, actually....  You see, eons ago,
there was a disagreement in heaven.  God proposed creating humankind,
beings to whom our kind would bow.  But not everyone understood why a
creature of earth should be imprinted with the divine image.  Now, most
everyone knows how that story goes, a third of heaven falls, stricken and
banished.  When Lucifer rose up against God, Michael and Gabriel ascended
to first and second position, respectively.  But Gabriel, oh Gabriel loved
Lucifer....  Seriously, I mean seriously -- think about how you feel for
James, but between two pure spirits....  But Gabriel's devotion to God was
absolute and, it tore him in two, but he himself locked the gates of Hell
as Michael put down the rebellion...."

    "I don't know what to say...."

    "Truly...," he sighed, and after a longish pause, "Gabriel has never
been the same....  He cannot love you free beings like the rest of us, for
his incredible loss, but he cannot hate you like they do, for his love of
God...."

    "How terrible...."

    "I feel I'm about to be recalled, at least temporarily....  Watch over
this one carefully....  He's something special....  And the Master, oh he's
had his eye on you for a long time, son of Nahor....  He was always fond of
your cousin ... the only man he ever called friend....  But you have
remained special to him in your own way...."  The man smiled and removed
his hand and walked over to James's bed, kneeling down and kissing the boy
on the head....  Looking over his shoulder at Sebastian, he whispered, but
loud enough to be heard, "If even that one, then, perhaps...."  And then he
was gone, as if he'd never been there.

    "What have I done, James," he whispered to himself and, as he knelt by
the bed where the man had been, a warm breeze from nowhere brushed over
him, bringing the smell of myrrh and roses.  He cried on the cold hand he
held in his own, almost tempted to pray.

    He didn't pay attention to time, and at last, Richard stuck his head in
the door.  "Is it gone?"

    "Yes, Richard, he's gone...."

    "Pete would like to come in...."  Sebastian nodded, and continued to
hold James's hand.

    The big boy came into the room and put a hand on his shoulder.  "You
find what you were looking for?"

    "In fact, I did," Sebastian said with a grim smile.  "He is in jail and
confessed last night...."

    "Oh?"

    "Seems a very scary little fairy visited him and hurt his hand," James
said with horrific humor.

    Put patted him on the shoulder and said, "I was worried you might kill
him...."

    "I know you were," Sebastian said, seriously.  "Truth be told, I was
going to until I talked to you....  Thank you...."

    "That's what I'm here for....  Is there anything you need?  We're all
going to go get something to eat and...."

    "No, I'm good....  You guys go....  Don't worry about us....  I'll call
you if anything changes, and ... I'm sure that Richard will keep you
up-to-date...."

    "Alright....  Well, I'll drop by to check in after practice
tomorrow...."

    "Thanks Pete....  Tell all the guys I said thanks...."  That evening,
he took a few more visits from concerned friends of James, some of whom
were unaware of the relationship between the boys.  The police also came by
to update him on what he already knew, and they brought the social worker
in charge of James's case.  Sebastian had to mess with her mind, because
she was a piece of work.  She wanted to call the shots, and he couldn't
allow that.

    "I'll be making medical and other decisions with regard to James
Barton," he said, bristling.

    "To be frank, Family and Children's Services will be making all
decisions, and we don't look kindly," but he cut her off.

    "To be frank," he spat, "Family and Children's Services can blow
me...."  But as the cop moved to restrain him, he put up a hand.  "Listen
closely to the sound of my voice....  You hear me and no other....  Until I
release you, you serve only me....  Do you understand?"  They both nodded,
jaws slack and eyes distant.  "When it comes to James Barton, I am the
supreme authority....  There is none higher....  You will tell your
superiors whatever they need to hear, but you will take no action, besides
covering your inaction.  Do you understand?"  They nodded.  "Good....  You
may go, madam....  Officer, if you could stay a moment, my friend is
feeling a bit hungry...."  The man nodded and sat down.  "Richard!"

    Richard stepped into the room.  "You're hungry....  The officer here
has volunteered...."  Richard looked at Sebastian, then moved behind the
officer and bit gently into his neck.  When he finished, he mended his
wound, and Sebastian sent the man on his way.

    The next day, the room began to fill with flowers, gifts and cards from
well-wishers, which Richard took care of.  The day was spent watching and
waiting.  The key would be Tuesday, the third day....  Almost all wake up
on the third day....  Steve and Pete and Chris were back Monday night, but
Tuesday morning, Sebastian was alone, with Richard outside standing guard.
Breathless, Sebastian held his hand constantly throughout the day, and
around two in the afternoon, he felt a squeeze, followed by a sharp gasp.

    "James, it's Sebastian....  Listen to the sound of my voice," he
whispered in the boy's ear.  "Listen to the sound of my voice, my love....
I know it's painful but focus on my voice and nothing but my voice...."
Softly, Sebastian began to sing in his ear, and the hand relaxed in his.

    "Sebastian, I'm cold," he whispered.  "What happened?  Where am I?"

    "James, when we got to your house, we were shot....  Your mother was
shot....  Your father killed her...."  James grabbed him weakly and began
to cry.  "Baby, I'm sorry, but ... he killed you too...."

    Swallowing his tears, James asked, confused, "What do you mean, I'm
here....  Did ... they bring me back?"

    Now Sebastian began to cry, clutching his hands, "No, baby, I mean, you
were dying in my arms and ... I couldn't let you go....  I couldn't lose
you, not ... not now...."

    James's tears didn't stop, but he clutched on to Sebastian.  "We
... didn't have enough time, Sebastian....  In your place, I would have
done the same thing....  If I could have, I would have asked you to do
it...."

    Sebastian hugged him, crying, and silently looked to the sky.  "Thank
you, God...."

    Sebastian set James up in bed and crawled in beside him to hold him,
letting Richard know telepathically that James was up, and they talked a
long time.  James cried a lot over his mother, and Sebastian explained
about his father, including what he had done.

    "I'm glad you didn't kill him....  But I would have understood if you
did...."

    "God, I love you," Sebastian said with a smile.

    "You better," James smiled weakly, resting his head on Sebastian's
shoulder, "'cause now you're stuck with me for a long time...."  Then he
laughed gently and Sebastian squeezed him tight, before he went back to
sleep.  When his friends came back by that evening, he was awake and able
to talk.

    "Hey, guys," he said, sitting up in bed.  They came to hug him and
Sebastian squeezed his hand tight.  Sebastian had warned him that he would
feel the instinct to feed and that he would squeeze his hand almost
painfully to distract him long enough to control himself.  It worked, but
James noticed each of their scent in a way that he never had before....
Each aroused him in its own way.  Pete's was musky and manly, while Steve's
was spicy, but Chris' was ... wow.  Sweet, deep and rich, with a hint of
something beautifully exotic.  Sebastian smiled and unassumingly moved to
sit next to him so that the others wouldn't notice James's bulging
erection.

    "You gave us all quite a scare, buddy," Pete said.  "Coach is freaking
out to find a replacement til you get back...."

    James laughed, "Thanks you guys....  Sebastian said you've been here
whenever you could....  You're good friends ... the best...."  They talked
and laughed some, and they all hugged James goodbye.  When they were gone,
James asked, "Does it get easier?"

    "It gets easier not to eat your friends, yeah," Sebastian laughed, "but
it's harder to control the 'bodily' reaction...."  He slipped his hand
beneath the sheet and wrapped his hands around the rock hard cock.  Then he
decided better of it and just went down on him, giving him a quick blow
job.  James put his hand on the back of his head and really pounded his
face.  When he came, Sebastian wiped the corners of his mouth and gave him
a kiss.

    "Mmmm, tastes different," he said.

    "You'll be able to taste a lot more subtle flavors....  Many vampires
don't eat because of it....  Good food tastes so much better, but it's
easier to taste the least kind of imperfection...."

    "Speaking of which," James said, looking embarrassed and a little
scared, "I'm feeling a little ... hungry...."

    Sebastian hopped up on the bed and straddled his waist.  "For now,
until I can teach you to control yourself when feeding, I'm going to let
you feed on my blood...."

    "Will that hurt you?"

    "It would be inconvenient if you took far too much, but you aren't
strong enough to overpower me ... so no....  I'll simply feed more to
replace the blood as long as is necessary....  Vampires do this more often
than you might imagine ... it feels as good to us as it does to you, it's
the deepest form of intimacy we share, and it is also a way to share
special gifts, so it's absolutely crucial that you not do this with just
anyone," he said.

    "I won't," James said, looking hurt.

    "I know, baby, but it's part of the lesson....  Now," he said, putting
a claw to his neck and drawing just a little blood, "just do what comes
natural," and leaned in.  James closed his mouth over the wound and began
to suckle gently.  But it became more urgent and his fangs came out for the
first time.  Sebastian could tell James found it very painful because he
tensed up, and his attempts to bite were hesitant.  Sebastian whispered,
"Just shove them in like you were driving your penis into my ass, all the
way baby...."  And James did as he was told, getting off on the whimper
that matched the shiver rocking Sebastian's body.  Sebastian's fingers were
running through his hair, and the boy was uncontrollably humping his abs.
James reached down and Sebastian's his cock a couple of times, feeling him
cum in his pants.  But he kept drinking and drinking.  When he closed his
eyes, he could see Sebastian in the arid deserts, in distant places and
times, smell what he smelled and taste what he tasted.  He was lost in the
boy.  "James, listen to me," he heard resounding in the sky.  "Listen to
me!  You have to stop....  James, that's enough...."  His eyes snapped open
and he withdrew his fangs quickly.  Sebastian's hand went to his neck and
the wound was gone.

    "I'm so so sorry," James said, almost in tears.  "I was so lost in
you," he said.

    "That's why you're doing this with me....  It is quite impossible for
you to kill me this way...."

    "Did it ... hurt...."

    "IT always hurts, baby, but it was also ... spectacular....  I could
feel myself coursing through you....  Wait til you get to do it while
you're buried inside of me....  Mmmm...."  James smiled and kissed him.
"Now, you need to rest....  With my blood, you'll heal fast, now....  You
might also develop a few abilities....  We'll go home tomorrow...."

    "Home...."  James eye's got teary.

    Sebastian put his hands on James's face and looked into his eyes.  "Our
home, baby....  I'm sorry, but we'll make a new home together...."

    James wrapped his arms around Sebastian and soon drifted off into a
dark, death-like sleep.  When the night nurse came in to check on James,
Sebastian caught her eyes with his and had her stand by the bed.  He drank
lightly from her wrist to refresh himself, trying to ignore her orgasmic
bliss.  As disinterested as he was in most of his male food sources, the
females were even less interesting.  But this was room service, so one
couldn't be too picky....