Date: Mon, 21 Sep 2015 00:11:00 -0400
From: Ely Vanity <elyvanity@Safe-mail.net>
Subject: Vampire Awakening - 1

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Vampire Awakening -- 1
By Ely Vanity

	Adrian Berhorn gave his mother and father each a quick kiss on the
cheek as he said goodnight to them, then made his way to his room to retire
for the evening. The family's nanny had already taken his little sister off
to bed a couple hours ago. When he got to his room, Adrian ignored the
several suitcases that still sat unpacked on the floor. He would finish
unpacking tomorrow. Instead he turned on his stereo and pulled out his
iPhone, using its bluetooth connect to play his music on the stereo. He
choose his moody "Vampire" playlist of songs from old bands like Bauhaus,
Joy Division, and the Cure, in order to help set the mood, then he dimmed
the lights and grabbed his laptop out of his backpack. While the laptop
booted up, Adrian stripped out of his clothes and stretched out on his
queen size bed, lying on his stomach.

	Although his family had moved into the large Pacific Heights
mansion on "Billionare's Row" at the end of last summer, Adrian had spent
little time in what was 'his room' as he had been away at an exclusive boys
boarding school down on the Monterrey Bay for most of the past school
year. Now he was home for the summer and looking forward to having some
privacy, something that was hard for the thirteen-year-old boy to find at
school since he shared a dorm room with three other teenage
boys. Occasionally he would get a few minutes alone to jack-off, but rarely
did he get the opportunity to take his time, or spend most of the night
having a long, multiple orgasm, whacking session.

	Adrian's teen cock was already starting to get hard in anticipation
of the night's activities. He slipped a pillow under his slim hips and
started to slowly thrust himself against the silky and soft pillow. Once
his computer was working, he opened up the Nifty Erotic Story Archive and
went to his favorite story, "A Boy's Gothic Tale" by Micah Cooke. Ever
since Christmas break, when he had been home for a few days before the
family left to spend two weeks skiing in Utah and Colorado, Adrian had been
addicted to reading erotic vampire stories. He especially enjoyed when he
could read them while he masturbated.

	As the horny thirteen-year-old boy read, he imagined he was the
main character from that story, Jordan, a thirteen-year-old boy like him,
having rough and kinky sex with teenage vampires. Adrian sucked one of his
slender fingers into his mouth, wetting it, then reached back and used his
wet finger to rub his pink asshole, teasing his tight boyhole as he
imagined a vampire's hard thick cock penetrating him, claiming him. His
thrusts against the pillow quickened as he got closer to cumming. He bite
his own lower lip, mashing it against his braces until he drew blood. The
taste of blood in his mouth helped him merge fantasy with reality and drove
him over the edge. He jammed his finger all the way into his ass as he
came, shooting his watery teen spunk all over the pillowcase underneath
him. When he was done, he quickly rolled over and stripped the pillowcase
off of the pillow and tossed it onto the floor.

	After catching his breath, the teen continued to surf the web,
reading more vampire stories and searching for erotic drawings of
vampires. It didn't take long before he was once again hard and started
jacking his slender four-and-half-inch cut cock as he fantasized about both
being taken by a vampire and also turned into one so that he could have
powers that he could use to ravage other boys.

	Adrian didn't know why, but suddenly he got the urge to see himself
jacking off. He got up off the bed and opened his closet door; he stood for
several moments in front of the full length mirror that was on the back of
the door and stroked his hard boy cock. Then he turned around and looked
back over his shoulder at his ass. Finally he bent over and fingered his
ass while looking back at the mirror though his legs. After checking
himself out, he went back to the bed and resumed reading stories until he
stroked himself to another powerful orgasm. He ended up ejaculating once
more that night as he thought about the various boys at his school that he
would like to have sex with, particularly a younger boy, Warren, that was
rumored to be gay. Warren's family also lived in San Francisco, so it might
be possible to spend some time with him over the summer. While in the past
Adrian had been afraid of what his classmates would think if he were seen
hanging around with Warren, now Adrian's lust for the boy was overcoming
his fear. Adrian finally fell asleep naked on his bed, exhausted from
several hours of pleasuring himself.

***###***

	The boy had returned. A shinning light that pierced the veil of
unconsciousness. Even in his torpor, there was a small part of the
vampire's subconscious that was keeping watch over the surrounding area,
ready to respond if a threat developed. For over a hundred years he had
slumbered, the passage of time working to purge his memories, unclutter his
thoughts, and save his mind from insanity. While a vampire's body was
immortal, as it would not age and was nigh indestructible, its mind
remained vulnerable to its own internal infirmities. To a child, a year
passed slowly for it was a large percentage of the child's life. For a
being that 'lives' hundreds and even thousands of year, the passage of time
seemed to accelerate, and the mind filled up with memories until it would
overwhelm even a vampire's ability to distinguish between reality and
memory. Many vampires succumbed to this madness, their higher reasoning no
longer able to control their baser instincts. Those vampires that survived
more than a few hundred years did so because they learned to retreat from
the world, to turn their brains off as they slumbered in a torpor, letting
time and unconsciousness clear their minds. Eventually they would awaken
and slowly their important memories would return, but the day to day
minutia of the centuries would no longer burden their minds.

	Even in his sleep, the vampire had felt the presence of the boy on
a subconscious level. First it had just been a whisper as the boy briefly
visited for some large holiday gathering to give thanks. The visit had been
too brief for it to do more than create a dawning of awareness. A short
time later the boy had returned and again quickly departed. His
subconscious already primed from the first visit had acted, the vampire had
instinctively reached out and touched the boy's mind. There had been a
familiarity there in the boy's soul, a connection. A seed was planted into
fertile, receptive soil.

	The boy had just returned again; this time for an extended
stay. The seed had germinated, grown, and now was bearing fruit; desire,
lust, and hunger. As the boy's desires were awakening, so to was the
vampire's consciousness. The creature's senses were returning; the smell of
dirt, rusted steel, and decay; the sound of foghorn; the presence of other
minds in the house above. But above all was the growing light of the boy's
soul, blinding him in the darkness, waking him from his long slumber.

	The vampire could sense the boy above, pleasuring himself as he
fantasized about being taken and claimed by a creature of the night. The
boy's lust and pleasure echoed through the vampire, energizing him. He felt
the boy's orgasm and reveled in it. When the boy resumed masturbating after
a brief pause, the vampire, more aware now of himself and his powers,
entered the boy's mind and linked into the boy's senses.

	He wanted to get a look at the boy, so he made a subtle suggestion,
implanting the idea that it would be really erotic for the boy to watch
himself in a mirror. The boy got up off the bed and opened his closet door,
revealing a full length mirror. The vampire looked through the boy's eyes
and drank in the boy's beauty. The boy was in his early teens, stood about
5'4" tall, and weighed around a hundred and twenty pounds. He had white,
pale skin. His hair was a light brown, almost bordering on blond, and was
medium length, covering his ears and having bangs that hung down to just
above his bright blue eyes. He had delicate features, a slender nose and
slim red lips. There was a small semi-circular patch of light brown hair
above his hard, four-and-a-half-inch circumcised cock, but the rest of the
boy's body, including his balls were still smooth. The boy had a nice
athletic build with firm muscles starting to reveal themselves as puberty
devoured the boy's baby fat. He had the boy turn around so he could inspect
the boy's ass. He was pleased to see that it was a nice round ass, plump
but firm, with dimples on the side. His lust rose at the sight of the boy's
young body; the vampire had the boy bend over and spread his ass cheeks so
he could see the boy's small virginal rosebud. It was a tight pink circular
pucker. Satisfied with his inspection of the boy, he released his influence
on the boy's mind and let the boy return to the bed to resume pleasuring
himself.

	The vampire, his own memories faded from his long slumber, searched
through the boy's memories. He learned his name, Adrian, and about his
family; distant father preoccupied by work; a mother that preferred not to
have to deal with her own kids but then out of guilt would overcompensate
and micromanage the boy's life when he was home; a young sister that was
still a toddler. There were also staff present above; a woman that ran the
household while also serving as a housekeeper, cook, and confidant to the
boy; a groundskeeper that tended to the large garden, the pool, and served
as a handyman for the estate; and a dangerous man, a predator, that served
as a driver and bodyguard for the family.

	The boy's memories from school were more interesting and
revealing. The boy had many crushes on his classmates, but lacked
self-confidence, and was too scared of being seen as different to risk
following through on his desires. Beneath the fear and the doubt though the
vampire could sense the heart of a hunter. There was one boy in particular
that drew Adrian's and the vampire's attention. A younger boy, Warren,
whose family also lived in San Francisco. There were rumors around the
school that the eleven-year-old boy was a 'faggot'. The young boy was
tormented by his classmates for being a sissy and effeminate. The vampire
could sense that Adrian was attracted to the boy, but feared that if he
befriended the boy, the rest of his classmates would think he was gay
too. The vampire decided to change that, so he planted another seed in the
boy's mind, stroking Adrian's desire for his young classmate and
suppressing the boy's fear.

	When Adrian fell asleep, the vampire resumed its own
slumber. Waking from a torpor was a slow process and it would not be
entirely complete until the vampire fed his fill. During the night the
vampire's subconscious called out to the boy. It led the sleeping boy to
the basement and then into the wine cellar.

***###***

	A faint voice slowly roused Adrian to consciousness. He could hear
his mother's voice calling to him from a distance, "Adrian! Where are you?
Adrian!"

	As his senses came into focus, the smell of dirt and rusted steel
were the first things he noticed. Adrian was confused though when he
discovered that he was lying naked on the hardwood floor of the wine
cellar, which was in the basement of the large mansion. He was resting on
his side; his shoulder and hip ached. The light was on, but the door
between the basement and the wine cellar was shut. He got up and quickly
searched around until he found a small towel in one of the drawers. Using
it to cover up his crotch, he opened up the door and went to the stairs out
of the basement. He called up the stairs to his mother, his voice breaking
between the high pitched boy voice of his past and the deeper man's voice
of his future, "I'm in the basement, I'll be right up."

	Adrian ran up the basement stairs, through the kitchen, and then up
to the second floor to get to his room. He passed his mother at the top of
the stairs on the second floor; she had a concerned expression on her face
that changed to one of confusion as she saw her son running naked, holding
a small towel over his genitals. He ran past her, towards his room. "Where
were you and what where you doing?" she called after him.

	Adrian was too embarrassed to respond and instead kept running
until he got into his room and locked the door behind himself. He was
pulling on a pair of boxers when his mother knocked forcefully on the
door. "Adrian, what is going on. Open this door right now," she demanded.

	Once he had his boxers on, Adrian went and opened the door for his
mother. "What?" he asked.

	"Where were you? When Rosella told me she couldn't find you this
morning I was worried sick about you," said his mother.

	"I was down in the wine cellar, and before you ask, I don't know
how I got there, I must have walked down there in my sleep last night,"
said Adrian, his own confusion evident in his voice.

	Rachael Berhorn immediately grew concerned that her son might have
snuck down there to get drunk, or use drugs, her mind immediately leaping
to conclusions. She felt the boy's forehead pretending to see if he might
be sick as she tried to determine if he smelt of wine. She interrogated him
about what he remembered, hoping to catch him in a lie. Adrian told her he
didn't remember anything, not wanting to try to explain the strange vampire
related dreams he could barely recall. Dreams of glowing red eyes, a
haunting voice calling his name, sharp white fangs piercing his neck, and
the ecstasy of being taken. The memory of his dream faded quickly though,
slipping away from him as he made excuses to his mom.

	Unsatisfied with her son's responses, Rachael informed him that she
was going to call their doctor and schedule an examination, "just to be
safe". Resigned to having his day ruined, Adrian finished getting dressed,
then headed down to get breakfast. Rosella, their Latina maid and cook, had
breakfast ready for him when he entered the kitchen. She fussed over him,
telling him how worried she had been when she couldn't find him this
morning. She had never thought to check the wine cellar. Adrian was too
embarrassed to say much, just apologizing for scaring her and then
finishing his breakfast in silence.

	Later that afternoon, his mother did indeed follow up on her
threat, dragging Adrian to the doctor's office, where the doctor again
asked him all sorts of questions about his sleepwalking incident while also
collecting a blood and urine sample, which Adrian knew would be tested for
drugs and alcohol. His mother was vehemently anti-drug and routinely had
the boy tested every time she had any reason to suspect he might be using
something because he was acting like a typical teenage boy, or what she
called acting 'strange'. She had heard too many horror stories of wealthy
children growing up to be alcoholics or having drug problems, so she was
determined that her children would avoid that fate.

	The Berhorns where definitely "new money" rich. Richard Berhorn had
been a successful software developer during the late nineties, selling some
early software search algorithms to some of the biggest high tech firms. He
had survived the dot-com bust and then invested in several of the new web
start-ups that rose from the ashes, becoming a wealthy angel investor. As
the family's wealth grew to obscene levels, Rachael grew increasingly
concerned that Adrian be brought up 'right' and not become like one of the
Hilton heirs.

	When they got back home, Adrian moped about the house for a bit,
played some video games on the family's big screen tv in the theatre, then
eventually locked himself in his room to read vampire stories and edge
himself. He was so much hornier lately. Even being around a school full of
boys from ages eleven to eighteen didn't make him as horny as he was since
he arrived home for the summer. As he stroked himself and thought about his
classmates, his horny mind kept returning to one boy in particular, Warren.

	Warren Armstrong was a slight, dark-haired eleven-year-old sissy
boy. He had all the stereotypical traits of a gay boy. He lisped. He
sashayed instead of just walking. He was horrible at sports. As a result of
all this, the other boys at the school made his life miserable. They
bullied him, teased him, and it was only the threat of punishment by the
administration that kept them from beating him up. Adrian didn't know for
sure that the boy was gay, but everyone assumed he was, and Warren had long
ago stopped protesting or denying it, but that could have just been because
he realized it didn't matter if he did or not.

	Adrian was always too scared of suffering the same fate as Warren
if anyone found out that he was gay, so he avoided Warren like the plague
at school. Since Adrian was two years older than Warren, and they were in
different grades, it was easy enough to do. Now though, Adrian realized
that since Warren also lived in San Francisco, he might be able to hang out
with Warren without anyone from school finding out. He could find out if
the rumors were true, and perhaps act out some of the fantasies he was
having with the younger boy. He opened a new window in his browser, went to
the school website, and logged into his school email account. All the
students had school issued email accounts with the same format,
"firstname.lastname" with the schools webdomain. Hopefully Warren had done
what most of the boys at the school did and had the school's email system
automatically forward all emails from the school account to a personal
email so they could get the emails on their smartphones. He composed an
email to Warren, hoping that the boy would get it and contact him.

	"Hey Warren, what's up? This is Adrian Berhorn from school. Hope
your summer is going well. Since we both live in the city, I figured it
would be cool if we hung out sometime. Shoot me a text, call me, or send me
an email, and we can play some video games, or go swimming in my family's
pool, or whatever you wanted to do. - Adrian"

	He also included his cell phone number, then after a brief
hesitation, he hit send. He spied the unpacked suitcases still sitting on
the floor and decided to finally take the time to unpack. He couldn't get
Warren off of his mind though so he was constantly checking his phone to
see if Warren had replied while he was unpacking. He was nearly done when
his phone vibrated and displayed an incoming Facetime request from an
unknown number. Adrian figured it was probably Warren since it was a local
number. He sat down on his bed and accepted the request.

	Warren's face was visible in the small screen. Adrian was
immediately glad that he had reached out to the boy because he was so
cute. He had wavy black hair, bright green eyes with long lashes, and soft,
almost feminine features. The younger boy had a skeptical, wary expression
on his face as Adrian smiled at him and said, "Hey, I'm glad you called. I,
um, wasn't sure you would get my email."

	"Is this some kind of trick?" asked Warren, still unsure why a boy
that ignored him at school had suddenly contacted him. Warren had been
surprised when he had received Adrian's email. He thought Adrian was one of
the cutest boys at the school and he was glad that Adrian was not one of
the boys that bullied or made fun of him. He had always been too scared to
approach the older boy, afraid that the cute teen would reject him and
treat him like shit like the other boys did. He had never gotten the
impression though that Adrian even knew he existed, let alone was
interested in hanging out with him. His first thought when he received the
email was that one of the bullies had hacked Adrian's school email account
and were trying to set him up. He had been relieved but still suspicious
when he saw Adrian's cute face on the other end of the phone.

	While Warren definitely had a 'gay voice', the boy's lisp wasn't as
pronounced as he was expecting. Considering how exaggerated a lisp some of
the boys used when mocking Warren, Adrian had expected it to be more
noticeable. Adrian actually thought the boy had a cute voice. His earlier
self-confidence was quickly abandoning him as he started to think that
Warren wouldn't be interested in being friends with him and that this whole
idea was stupid. He wondered why he had even been crazy enough to send the
email out in the first place.

	Adrian fumbled around trying to figure out what to say without just
blurting out that he thought Warren was sexy and he wanted to have sex with
him, "No, I, um, just, thought that it might be cool to hang out
sometime. My family just moved to the city right before school started, so
I don't really have any friends here yet. I figured, um, never mind, I
guess it was a stupid idea."

	Warren's heart started racing as he saw Adrian blushing and
stumbling around awkwardly for words. He had thought he was the only boy
that got like that while trying to talk to a cute boy. "No. Yes, ugh, I
mean no it wasn't a stupid idea. I think I'd really like to hang out with
you sometime," answered Warren, giving Adrian a little smile as he too
started to blush.

	The two boys ended up chatting for an hour and decided that if it
was okay with their parents that Warren would come over to Adrian's house
on Thursday, the day after tomorrow. They couldn't do it Wednesday because
Warren had tennis lessons on Monday and Wednesday afternoons. Adrian had
commented that he didn't know Warren liked tennis, to which Warren frowned
and replied that he didn't, but that didn't stop his parents from making
him go to them. They ended the call with Adrian giving Warren his mom's
phone number so that Warren's mom could call her later that evening. At
dinner that night Adrian talked to his parents about Warren coming over and
they agreed that it would be fine and his mom agreed to talk with Warren's
mom that night to finalize the details.

	In the morning, Adrian was woken up by Rosella's voice as she
gently touched his shoulder, "Mijo, wake up," she said. Adrian looked
around groggily. He was in the wine cellar again, naked but with one of his
robes draped over him. Rosella was kneeling next to him. When she saw the
boy was awake she quickly explained, "When I went to check on your this
morning, you weren't in your bed again. I thought maybe you were down here
again, and you were. Don't worry, I won't tell your mother."

	"Thank you," replied Adrian. He hurriedly put the robe on and went
back up to his room. He tried remembering what had happened last night and
had some vague memories of having another dream about a vampire calling
him, but just as it had yesterday, the details of the dream quickly faded,
leaving him confused. He spent the rest of the day in a fog, wondering what
was happening to him. That night he again spent an hour masturbating to
vampire porn until he had cum a couple times and then went to sleep.

	Adrian woke up in the middle of the night and felt someone laying
in the bed next to him. He rolled over and saw Warren laying there
naked. The boy's bright green eyes were filled with lust. Adrian reached
over and brushed the wavy black bangs off the boy's forward as he leaned in
to kiss his full red lips. The two boy's did their best to devour each
other with their mouths as they kissed. Adrian rolled on top of the smaller
boy and thrust his hips, grinding their hard boy cocks against each other.

	Adrian bite down on Warren's tongue, drawing blood; the taste
filled his mouth. He rolled the eleven-year-old boy over so Warren was face
down on the bed. He bite the side of the boy's neck as he thrust his hard
four and half inch cock into the boy's virgin ass. Warren moaned underneath
him. He thrust himself in and out of the little sissy boy, causing waves of
pleasure to surge through their young bodies.

	Out of the darkness behind them, Adrian saw a man step forward. The
man looked like a statute chiseled out of brilliant white marble. It was
like one of those statutes of a Greek or Roman God come to life, except
instead of a fig leaf or small soft genitalia, the statute had a huge erect
cock jutting out from his groin. Adrian looked back over his shoulder and
watched as the man climbed onto the bed behind him. A large hand reached
out and grabbed the back of his head and forced his mouth back against
Warren's mouth. He could still taste the smaller boy's blood on his lips.

	Adrian screamed out in pain into Warren's mouth as the man's huge
cock forced its way into his ass. The pain of his ass being penetrated was
quickly joined by shooting pain from his neck as two sharp fangs pierced
his flesh and tore into his jugular vein. The pain was quickly replaced by
overwhelming feelings of ecstasy and pleasure as he was taken by the
vampire. His young cock exploded, shooting jet after jet of cum in a
seemingly endless orgasm.

	Adrian woke up panting, sprawled face down on his bed. His crotch
and the bedsheets were coated with his thin watery boy cum. He looked
around the room, searching desperately for any sign of the creature that
had just taken him, but it was all just a dream. He was surprised that he
had a wet dream after having cum twice before going to bed. He quickly
stripped off the dirty sheets and threw them on the floor. This wouldn't be
the first time that he dirtied his sheets, he knew Rosella would take care
of them for him and not mention it to his mother. He suddenly felt very
cold and wrapped himself up in his comforter. He thought about his dream
and that Warren would be visiting that afternoon as he fell back asleep.

End Part 1

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