I had died, but I did not really die. I became undead. All in a night of wild passion, where I died, became the walking dead.
It was raining hard as I came to the house on the hill. My car was on the verge of dying on me, yet again. Why I did not just break down and buy a new one, was totally beyond me. I could see light coming from one of the rooms as I drove up to the house. My car died as I pulled up. I prayed they had a phone so I could call someone to come and fix it. I got out of the car and ran for the front door. I was soaked by the time I made it to the door. I could not see a door bell but spotted a knocker on the door. I gave it a few raps and waited. I heard someone moving about inside.
My name is Enzo. I am and was 18 when I first met him. I stand about 6’2 and I have fair hair. Well not that you can tell, my hair and skin went fair the day it happened. I cannot really tell you more until later, about myself. Well I am bi, and I am not ashamed of that fact.
As I stood at the door waiting, I began to shiver. A night chill had developed and being soaked as I was, it did not take long for me to feel the cold. I cursed under my breath, for being stupid. I could hear locks being turned. Slowly the door open and a young man no older than me opened the door. He looked me up and down.
“May I help you?” He asked.
“Umm…my car died and was hoping you had a phone so I could call someone to tow it to the nearest town.” I replied.
The guy looked me up and down again, a small smile came across his face. He moved and motioned for me to come in.
“Please you’ll catch your death out there.” He said.
The guy like I said was about my age. He was slender in build, and tall, maybe 6’5 to 6’7 in height. He had beautiful features, very handsome. His features were pale, and fair. I felt my cock stir as I gazed at him.
He led me into the living room. A nice fire was burning, and I walked over and warmed myself. My host came and offered me a towel.
“Please make yourself at home; let’s get you out of those wet clothes, I will see if I have anything that will fit you, and then we can discuss you problem.”
With that he turned and left the room. Not knowing what else to so, I just stripped down to my boxers. Even those were soaked, but there was no way I was about to take those off. My host returned a few minutes later, carrying a huge bathrobe and another towel. He offered me the robe, and I quickly put it on. I looked at him as he watched me. He smiled. A quick glance around the room gave me the notice that there was no phone in the room. I think he saw this.
“You are looking for a phone?” He questioned.
“Yeah I was.” I replied.
“My apologies, but there is no phone here.”
“Please I will instruct someone to go into town in the morning and bring someone out to fix your car.”
It looked as if I was staying the night. I had not planned for this situation, but inevitably I guess I was limited to my options at this point in time. I swear he could sense my thoughts because he seemed to react to them.
“Please you are safe here, and dry.” He stated.
I moved and sat on the huge sofa, not before finally taking off my boxers. I was careful not to reveal much as I sat down. My host took the chair opposite me. I could not help but stare. I felt foolish, and yet my cock was feeling aroused. I did the best I could not to show it. If he noticed he never let on. He sat back before speaking.
“My name is Maximillian, but please I would prefer if you called me Max.”
“Okay Max, you live here alone?”
“Yes for the most part, people come in during the day and help out around the house and such.”
“Yes my family passed on a few years back, and I have taken it upon myself to continue looking after things here.”
I felt a bit of remorse for him, but it reminded me of why I was on the road in the first place. I too was in the same position. Mom and dad had died in a car crash, leaving me as an only child to fend for myself, which I did well. Now I had come to a crossroad in my life and decided it was time to move on and start a new life, much to the chagrin of friends. I felt this is what I needed to do, and no amount of talking was going to make me change my mind.
“May I ask why you have chosen such a horrid night to be on the road?” Max asked, breaking me out of my thoughts.
I gave him a short version of why I was on the road. Max hung onto every word, and did not speak until I was finished.
“Well we all need to make a change now and then; it takes a strong person to stick to their guns.” He said once I had finished.
I nodded in agreement, as I let out a big yawn. I was exhausted. I had been on the road all day with little rest. I was amazed at how relaxed I was in this strange place. Max saw that I was tired and suggested I get some rest. He stood and I followed him. I swear he almost floated about as he guided me to a guest room. He opened the door and moved aside as he let me in.
“There is a bathroom right there for you; your clothes will be dry and outside your door in the morning.” He said, as he closed the door.
I looked around the room before going over to the bed. It looked plush and inviting. Now normally I sleep with my boxers on, but seeing as I did not have any on, I shucked the robe and crawled in bed. I was out in less than a minute.
I awoke in a heavy sweat and almost screaming hours later. I had a fucked up dream. I dreamt Max was a vampire, and took me in more ways that one. Yeah if I had known the truth I would realize the dream was a preview of things to come.
I tossed and turned for the rest of the night. When I finally decide to crawl out of bed, the sun was barely over the horizon. I grabbed the robe and putting it on I went to the door. True to his word, my clothes were outside the door. They looked as if they had been washed and folded. I picked them up, they were still warm. I headed into the bathroom, and hopped into the shower.
After showering and dressing, I wandered down and looked around. I found my way into the kitchen. A lady stood at the stove preparing food. She turned as she heard me enter the room.
“Good morning sir.” She said.
“Good morning.” I replied.
“Breakfast will be ready shortly.”
“Mr Max left instructions for us to treat you well; your car is on its way to town.”
“Please have a seat; Mr Max asked me to relay a message.”
“He is away for the day but will return this evening and hopes you will be his guest for another night?”
Well I had no car and I was not even sure when it would be back. I guess it would not hurt to stick around, at least for one more night. I had no idea what I was going to do for the day. I did not remember seeing a television or anything as such. I saw a library, and I did like reading somewhat.
“I guess one more day won’t hurt.”
“My name is Greta, and if you need anything do not hesitate to ask.” She said as she placed a huge helping of bacon and eggs in front of me.
I ate slowly, and after I was done I thanked Greta. I found myself wandering about the house checking rooms. I even venture outside for a bit, before heading back inside. I went back into the living room, and eventually found a book that caught my interest. I was so engrossed in the book, that I did not even notice time pass. Greta came in and mentioned that supper was on the table, as she was off for the evening. She seemed in a bit of a hurry, but I thought nothing of it. I put the book down and wnt to grab the food, bringing back to where I had been reading. I ate as I resumed reading.
I was so lost in the book that I did not even hear Max come in until he spoke.
“Good evening Enzo.” He said.
“Hey Max, how is it going tonight?” I replied, looking up from my book.
“It is going good; I trust your day was good?”
“Yeah it was thanks.”
He glided to his chair and sat down. I put the book aside and looked at him. He smiled at me. His smile was infectious, and had an odd affect on me. I quickly turned away and glanced at the clock on the mantle. Shit it was almost midnight. I began to feel weary again, probably due to the lack of sleep. Max looked at me.
“You look tired.”
“Yeah I am a bit, had a rough night.”
“Well do not let me keep you up get some sleep.”
That sounded like a good idea, but I felt a bit guilty for not staying and talking. I was also feeling a bit aroused. He did something to me every time I was around him. I stood hoping he would not see my hard cock. I made to leave, and as I passed him I felt his hand on my crotch. My whole body seemed to float. I gave myself to him, without a thought at all about the outcome. He lifted me with ease, and we seemed to float to his bed chambers. All thoughts of being tired seemed to vanish. I allowed him to undress me. Then watch as he undressed. I finally got a really good look at his body. It the dim light I could tell his skin was a pale almost grey color. I also notice how handsome he was. He had a square jaw. No hair at all on his face. His hair was a wild mane of auburn. His eyes drew me to them. I was amazed at how pale they were as well. I felt a stirring in my loins, as my eyes wandered down, and rested on his rigid manhood, a good nine inches of yumminess. I wanted to take it into me right then and there.
“Take me!” I whispered.
Max pushed me gently to the bed. Then he leaned in and kissed me. His teeth grazed my lip. There was sharpness to them. I tasted my own blood as he kissed me, but did not care. He slowly moved down and soon he had my cock in his mouth. His teeth did not brush against it, and he worked up and down on it. I spread my legs for him, as my eyes rolling back in my head.
“Oh fuck!! Take me now!!” I moaned.
He lifted my legs and spread me. I felt his tongue snake into my waiting hole. He had a long tongue; it was deep in me sucking and licking my hole, lubing me up for the plunge. My body went rigid as he tongued me. Then in one swift move, which was so fast I did not realize it, he replaced his tongue with his hardness. I felt an electric rush fill me, as he buried himself in me. He leaned forward and sniffed in my scent. He slowly worked his cock in and out of me.
“Oh god…yess…!” I hissed.
He turned my head and began kissing the nap of my neck. I felt his teeth pierce my skin. My whole body began to burn. Max kept thrusting into me. I became delirious. My cock erupted. Me head was swimming. I barely heard Max whispering in my ear.
“Be mine forever.”
I felt something wet press against my lips. I opened up and began to drink in the sweetest nectar I had ever tasted. I succumb and passed out. When I awoke it was still dark. Max still naked lay next to me. I felt different.
“Oh what happened?”
Max placed his hand on my cheek. I looked into his eyes. There was something there I had not noticed before. I felt a panic rising in me. I scrambled off the bed. I collapsed, I was so weak. I looked up at Max who was now down beside me.
“What have you done to me?!?” I screamed.
“Only what you wanted my love.” He responded.
Images filled my head. I saw it clearly. My dream had not been a dream, but the first feeding of Max’s blood to me. He had done this to me. I curled up in a ball, my body heaving. When Max reached out to touch me I growled at him.
“Get your fucking hand off me!!”
“It will pass my love.” He said, pulling his hand away.
Max was gone in a flash. I was left to suffer. Why? So many thoughts racing, jumbled, through my mind. The only realization is that I had indeed wanted this, wanted him. I had asked for this. I had given over my body to him willingly. I felt horrible for all the hatred I had felt. Deep in my mind I knew what was happening. Slowly I lifted myself from the floor. A new strength overcame me. I went to the door and opened it. Max was standing there.
“I am sorry.” I said.
“No need for apologies my love, I understand.”
“What are we? Vampire?”
We stood naked and he guided me to the library. There he showed me all I needed to know.
“So we can only go out in the dark?” I asked.
“No we can go out in daylight, we are just a little more sensitive to light.” He replied.
Max did his best to explain our life as it was. Although we needed blood to sustain us, we did not need to feed on humans. He only killed animals to survive. It was only on special occasions he fed on the blood of humans.
“How old are you?”
“I was 19 when I was turned. Now I am over 200 years old.”
“What happened to the one who turned you?”
“He left. He went to turn others.”
I had more questions, but I felt a greater yearning. A need only Max could give me. We retired to the bedroom, and I gave myself body, mind and soul to my lover. I was his for as long as he wanted me.
I had died, but I did not really die. I became undead. All in a night of wild passion, where I died, became the walking dead. Not that this is a bad thing. I have Max, and together we have shared many nights of passion. One hundred years have passed by since he turned me. Of love is like it was back in the early days. Never once have we thought of bringing another into the fold. Who knows the next hundred years may change that.