This is is a fictional tale about Vampires and love. The tale of a mortal in love with a Vampire and all the trials he and the Vampire face for their love.The Vampire character is based off the utter perfect man in the "All for Terry" story I have in the nifty site. This is a story I had been wanting to write for ages. But was always blocked when trying to wrote it like a regular fiction novel. But now it seems I can by adding sex to the mix. It is told at different points if view. I hope you all enjoy it...
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A Love Eternal (15) Thoughts in the night...
... Oscar awoke the following morning. He slept well. Even though he had strange dreams of things that he had never dreamed of before. Castles and men on horses. Fires burning in the distance of his sleep vision. And violence. It was disturbing and fantastical and he wasn't sure what to make of it. He just awoke in a start. And then he looked around to see he was not in his own place. Then he remembered Terry. He had spent the evening with Terry and the man suggested he stay the night He went to the bathroom to get showered and freshened up bit could not find a towel. He looked in the cabinet and could not find one. Then he stepped out into the hall, looking for a towels closet somewhere. Then he saw dieter who regarded him with a smile. He asked him if he knew where the towels were. That he wanted to shower. Dieter seemed to almost giggle at the phrase.
"Oh yes. Bathing" he harped "I for it you. ."
Dieter stopped in mid sentence as he knew that bathing was not something vampires needed to do. They always smelled the same. Like cinnamon and or cloves. Or something in that realm of spice. It was a natural scent they carried. They only really bathed when they hd to was up blood or filth that had collected under their nails. And he rarely did. Bathe that is. Oscar looked at him oddly.
"I am not one to bathe a lot my dear" he stated "I am like a cat." "Not fond of water much"
But he lead Oscar up the hall to another closet. There he showed him towels. A nice almost unused set of them. Rich green in color. Oscar grabbed one and thanked him. Then he went back to the bathroom. Oscar then as he started to take off his clothes, he looked at the shower in the bathroom. It was almost pristine and seemingly unused. So he started to wonder if Terry bathed. After the strange commentary from the equally strange Dieter. He saw that there was body wash in the bathroom, and a scrunchy time as oneself with. But again none seemed used.
"Odd" he said to himself.
But he stopped his thinking as he realized that Terry had his own bathroom in the master bedroom. So he probably never used this one. He turned on the water and then stepped in. Stepping into the warm water as it fell in his body. Feeling the heat of it on him. Then he grabbed the bath wash and the pad and then cleaned himself off. Moving the scrunchy pad iver his arms and thighs. Then over his cheat and crotch. Feeling himself as he washed. He softly hummed a rune in his head. Completely oblivious to eyes that were upon him as he bathed.
"He is a lovely one is he not?" He said to Dieter "He us." Came the reply "So what are you going to do with him Terrance?"
Dieter looked at his old friend. Curious as to what Terry's plan for the young man was. For if he was not going to kill Oscar. What was he truly wanting him for. Maybe a mate. He was unsure. He just wanted Terry to decide. Oscar was 'meat' after all. "So if you aren't going to kill him?.." He continued "What then?" "Will you turn him?"
Terry regarded his old friend. The answer was very unclear to himself. He did not know what to do about Oscar. He did desire him. But he could not bring himself to end the young mans life. There was just something about Oscar.
"You do desire him. Do you not?" Dieter then asked again "Yes. I do" "Then turn him if so. Maje him your lover" "Eternally"
Dieter smiled at his own words. He loved Terry very much. And he wanted him to be happy. So he urged him to do what his heart wanted and make Oscar his But Terry as if knowing what was in his mind answered him. But it was not what he wanted to do.
"I cannot condemn him to this" he said to his friend "This life is not for most" "He I so beautiful" "But he should be able to live and die. Normally" "Not be cursed as I am"
Terry then turned. He placed his hand in Dieters shoulder. Telling him what he sometimes felt of himself. And being near Oscar as he had been as if late. That self loathing of himself returned from a long long hibernation. That feeling that he should not exist. That this 'curse' sometimes made him want the death that seemed to take forever to arrive. All because of his utter loneliness. Several hundred years of this. The inability to find a love he wish for. Just moving from one person to another. Knowing they would die and he would go on. He wanted what Oscar would feel one day. The peace of death. And Oscar made him wish it.
"Then just kill him my dear Terrence" his old friend said "It will relieve you of this pain" "Take his life or just let him go"
Terry looked at Dieter again. He know that Dieter was right. If he had such a fascination with this mortal that he should choose what to do with him. Make him his eternal lover. Or kill him and feast with great pleasure. Or yes, let the boy go. Let him go onto his life. How ever short it may be. And Dieter reached out and touched his hand. His adoration for Terry was a great one. He was his only friend. He knew the many many years this vampire with romance in his blood searched for the love he seemed unable to find. And he wished him all the happinesses that Terry should have. And if they young man was the one to spark this flame then so be it. But if he was to lure Terry into pain he must go.
"What ever you choose to do my old friend" he stated "Just choose and be done woth it" "I do not wish you to ache"
He leaned in and kissed Terry's cheek. Then he got up and left him there to think. And he did. For hours Terry thought about existence and all he has missed due to this 'life' he had. He so wanted to find someone to spend the rest of his existence with. But he has never let himself do so. Afraid to turn someone that mat hate him for it later
"I should let the boy go" he finally said "It is best for him"
He then got up and headed back towards his room. When he passed the window in the hall he saw the breaks of morning beyond the trees. He had been up all the night. He would go and get some sleep. Not that he needed it. But heavy thinking was draining and he felt a nap would do him well. He stepped into his room and crawled into his bed. Tossing his clothes aside as he climbed in. Then Terry closed his eyes. Hoping to dream. Something he has not done in ages....
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To be continued