The Book - The Gay Werewolf (read me a book txt) 📗

Chapter 1
My butler, Demetrius, came into the library room, I looked up through my reading glasses.
"You have a letter, sire." He said handing me a carefully sealed tan envelope, with a gloved hand. I took it from him forcing a fake smile upon my lips and said,
"Thank you, Demetrius." He bowed and left me in the silent room. Not even the echo of his footsteps could be heard, that was one of the reasons why I loved this room so much. I looked at the envelope curiously. It was an invitation to a masquerade ball hosted at a mansion across town. Not very interested any more I tossed it aside and continued reading.
At first I wasn't planning on going even if it was a good place to flirt with girls.
Then, Emilie started begging me to go.
"Oh please, Edmund." She begged reeling behind me.
I shook my head,
"I.Don't.Want.To.Go." I said surprised by the hint of annoyance in my own voice, hoping she would get the point and give up on me. She didn't. She just pressed on.
"Why? Is it because of a date? Edmund, you know I'll go with you, so, please!" She brushed past me and stopped in front of me, the front of her dress was adorned with lace perfectly accenting her breast I forced myself to look at her crystal blue eyes, sighing I surrendered,
and “Fine."
She squealed with joy, and clapped her hands. I walked past her continuing on my way, she caught up with me intertwining our arms she swallowed nervously, all happiness suddenly left behind, she looked around the darkening foyer.
"You are going to walk me home tonight?" She said squeezing my arm. Our fancy shoes clicking along the marble floors.
"Duh." I said rolling my eyes. There were a lot of vampire attacks lately and well I wouldn't care less if I left her behind and walked home by myself, but I couldn't. I wanted to keep the gentleman attitude that everyone expected of me. All because of my father everyone has expectations of me.
"Thought so." She breathed patting my arm.
The whole walk back to her fancy looking house she wouldn't shut up about her dress and who she would dance with. Honestly, I don't see why women get so excited about these things.
As soon as I walked through the front door, I was greeted by Demetrius. I ruffled my hair and placed my jacket in his already waiting arms.
"Do you have an outfit suitable for tomorrow night?" I asked. He looked a bit shocked; usually I didn't go to balls. But, just as quickly as the emotion showed it disappeared back to his composed facade.
"Yes, Sire." He said bowing. I walked down the hall into my bedroom,
"What a pain." I said to myself. Tomorrow would be the most miserable night of my life.

Chap. 2
I didn't wake up until 1:00 in the afternoon, I didn't do a lot just read in my private library and took a shower.
When it was time for the party I got dressed and headed for the door, Demetrius was waiting there.
"Your carriage is waiting." He said, I nodded taking one last look at the elegant clothing, placing my dark blue mask upon my eyes to conceal my identity I strode outside up to the carriage.
Emilie was already inside and squealed when she saw me. She wore a poufy mint green dress and her hair was piled on her head in a way I couldn't imagine how she had done it.
"What the hell is that?" My first comment when I got into the carriage.
"This is my hair." She said pointing to the pile of burgundy curls.
"It looks like a nest." I said dully as I opened a book, she glowered at me and swiped the book away.
"Don't read. For once in your life. You’re going to a fancy party for rich people at least act like you’re excited." She said placing her mint pearly mask on. I shot her a dirty look from under my mask and bangs.
" I cannot act what I'm not feeling." I said with a smart-ass reply, taking my book back. She just sighed and looked out the window.
"You look lovely." I murmured without looking up from the book. I felt her soft brush mine as she leaned in close to me, her breath tickling my ear and blowing stray hairs.
"We're here." she whispered. I smirked placing my book aside as the carriage slowed.
"Do you have any idea how unbelieving sexy that was?" She giggled as I stepped out and made my way the other side to open her door. She placed her hand in mine as I helped her out of the carriage. I took a shallow breath as we linked arms and headed for the door.

A butler bowed to us, asked for our names, checked the guest list and let us inside.
I wouldn't say it was all that special, but, then again it was. Every surface was either crystal, marble or cherry wood.
It was still the beginning of the party so everyone was greeting one another. I wondered what the special occasion was to be having a ball. Emilie spotted one of her friends.
"You don't mind if I go?" She asked turning her blue eyes toward me, I just nodded. As she started to walk away I pulled her close, her cheeks turning a light pink.
"If you can't find me, leave." I whispered into her ear, she nodded and headed for a blonde in a rose dress.
I weaved my way through the rainbow of dresses and found myself standing at the refreshments.
That's when I saw him.
He was wearing a dark red suit along with a similar colored mask. He had a flop of dark brown hair and held a glass full of red liquid. It looked thicker than the wine. I thought he caught me staring and I quickly turned away. Why was my heart pounding? For a male? I took a glass with a gold painted edge and downed whatever alcoholic content it held. The liquid warmed my cheeks. A blonde brushed her hip against mine, purposely, but I pretended not to notice.
"Excuse me." She said in a perfect British accent. I looked at her, our faces only inches apart.
Oh, I'm sorry." I murmured our breaths merging with each other. She giggled flirtatiously.
"I haven't seen you before." She said clearly trying to start a conversation. I didn't want a conversation I wanted action. I looked at her deep brown eyes making a questioning face I said,
"I'm sorry, I can't hear you very well with all the noise," I grabbed her hand, "Want to go somewhere a bit quieter?" I asked as my eyes followed the man in the red turning just around the corner. She giggled again; I lead her through the crowd and into the empty hallway. The man wasn't in site. I backed the blonde into the wall pressing myself against her, trapping her.
"So, what's your name?" I whispered seductively in her ear. I felt her body heat.
"Elizabeth." She murmured, I smiled.
"Well, Elizabeth, I'm Edmund." I said into her neck kissing it, as the realization set in.
"You’re...Edmund Coretta?" She said in disbelief, I smiled, moving my lips to hers, she parted letting me slip my tongue inside. She brushed her tongue against my lower lip and placed her hand on the back of my neck. I deepened the kiss so caught up in the lust, of the feeling of our bodies against each other, that when I reached up to remove her mask, the sudden voice startled me and I quickly pulled away.
"What a naughty boy you are." He said smiling. I backed away from Elizabeth, it was the man in the red suit, and I glowered at him taking in his dark hair.
"Didn't you come to the ball with another girl?" He asked still smiling. Damn him. He was ruining my fun, I clenched my teeth. As Elizabeth smoothed her dressed and looked at me accusingly.
"Did you really? So, you were just using me for your own sexual affairs?" She hissed angrily, half of that was true.
"No, Elizabeth I can explain." I started to say, but, she cut me off, holding up one hand she said,
"Don't even go there, Edmund Coretta." And then she stomped off back into the party.
"Who the hell are you?" I said angrily.
"Oh dear," He said walking towards me, "have I angered you?" He asked tilting my chin, he grimaced and that's when I saw his fangs.
"You're a-" I choked on the words, but he just stood there his breath softly blowing in my face.
He removed his mask revealing his flawless skin and deep purple eyes. Something about the shape of his lips made me want to press mine against his.
"I wasn't thirsty." He murmured taking a few steps closer, forcing me to back up against the wall.
"But, then again your blood smells so good." He said brushing his nail across my cheek, making a small cut, he licked it and removed my mask. He stared at me, drinking in my emerald eyes, my body wouldn't move. I just stood there, splayed against the wall.
His body warm against my own, encompassed mine. I couldn't think. I couldn't breathe. All I could do is look into those luring eyes.
He swallowed not sure what to do. Weather to drink me dry or leave me with his secret.
And then it happened. His lips met mine crashing together so harsh, so urgent, like two ocean waves crashing together. Some part of me wanted him to continue and the other part wanting him to stop. He moved his lips down to my throat, my neck; I braced myself for what was going to happen next how every story ends. Images swirled in my head as I felt the sharp prick of his fangs sink into my flesh, my breath caught in my throat and I choked on it.
Blackness all around.
I didn't think I was dead. That would be stupid. There was no afterlife or in-between. There's just black and you don't feel, see, breath or think.
I heard a muffled rustling noise, and opened one eye to see him. His dark hair almost completely covering his strange purple eyes.
"What happened?" I asked groggily and confused. Being around him made me feel awkward. He smiled crookedly,
"Well...are you positive you really want to know?" He asked. I nodded sitting up, noticing I wasn't fully dressed and triggered a light blush across my cheeks. He cleared his throat, removing his shirt and shaking his head to make his bangs go back in place.
"I bit you." He stated plain and simple, sitting on the edge of the bed. I stared at him waiting for the words to fully sink in. I scrambled out of the tangle of silken sheets and into the private bathroom. Staring blankly at the two, sore red dots upon my neck. He came from behind coaxing his head,
"Are you...angry?" He asked now wearing a new white shirt.
I didn't know what to think relief, fear or anger. Right now all I could do was stare in the mirror. So I changed the question,
"How did I get here?" I questioned still looking in the mirror, looking at his reflection instead of the real him. He did that crooked smile again.
"You are actually a lot heavier than I thought." He chuckled to himself, I turned around and glowered