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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....