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

at him, he took a step back surprised by my sudden outrage.
"Calm, I had to do it, I could not just leave you with my secret." he said "So, I decided it was best to bring you here after I....bit you." He gestured to the room when he said here. I scratched my head flipping through the events in my head, blushing when I remembered us kissing.
"And what about.....you know." I asked, face heating even more. He looked at me question dancing in his eyes.
"The girl?" He smiled clearly enjoying teasing me, "Or this?" He murmured backing me into the wall; I could feel his sweet scented breath blowing softly in my face. I turned my head,
"Please, don't." I whispered
He tilted his head slightly frowning,
"Why not?"
I had no answer for that as, my brain was screaming for me to run, but, I felt the complete opposite. I wanted to feel his demanding lips on mine, I wanted...
What the hell was I doing? I tried to convince myself that it was the bite, the bite was making me think crazy things, but, I knew it was my feelings pressing me to tell him, to let go of gender and embrace him. That aside, wanting to keep my character, I pushed him away,
"Just...just get me some clothes." I murmured suddenly getting a killer headache.
It pained me to see the flicker of sadness in his eyes but, quickly after it was replaced by a playful smile.
I stood behind him as he shuffled through a dark wooded wardrobe. Turning around with a plain white shirt.
"This should do." He said handing them to me, I put it on, the shirt felt soft and light and had ruffles were you buttoned it up. I ran a hand through my hair.
"Not bad." He said standing behind me. "By the way, did not catch your name." He said going into a different room, I followed.
"Edmund Coretta." I said looking at the dark marble counters, assuming he was also from a rich family.
"Ah," he said turning towards me “I am Aldiar Fitishh." He looked over me with slight concern, grabbing my face gently he checked my growing in fangs and asked,
"How do you feel?" I looked at him fighting to keep my face calm.
"Fine." Lying through my teeth. If anything I felt I felt like I was hyperventilating. He shook his head.
"Hungary? Thirsty...?" He asked crossing his arms and raising an eyebrow, I thought over my symptoms.
"Nah, I feel fine." Just my head hurts like hell and the smell of your breath was driving me crazy.
I didn't say the last part.
He didn't question my answer, tough; I could tell he knew I was lying.
"That is fine." He sighed walking towards the dark curtained window; he brushed it aside so he can view the already darkening streets of London. I looked at him in question; he caught the look and explained.
"I can understand, you do not want to drink blood, but, Edmund," He turned letting the curtain drape back over the window. I tried to swallow the lump in my throat at the words drink and blood.
"You are going to have to drink soon, or you will die." He finished flatly. I couldn't help the tiny burning flame of anger inside flicker to life and my reply came out a bit more poisoned then I meant it to.
"Then let me die." I said looking away, "What do you care?" He glared at me so ferociously it made me shudder.
"You are my responsibility now, until you are not a blood thirsty savage killing machine." He hissed back, grabbing my hand and pulling me to him, once again, forcing me into a kiss.
This time I pulled out quickly.
"What the hell?" I gasped, wiping my mouth childishly.
"God. I cannot- I am sorry." He murmured and briskly turned to walk away.
I stood there watching his back as he turned into another room. Wondering what was wrong with him, with me.
But, what was I supposed to do? I didn't know where I was, what was around me. So, I followed him.
When I entered he was leaning over a chair struggling with something I couldn't comprehend, dark hair falling into his eyes.
"Umm..." I muttered, hand out towards him, hesitant, "Are you OK?" I knew as soon as I'd said the words that it was a really dumb question to ask.
He shook his head. I didn't know what to do or say so I stood there helpless, dead weight.
"Just....go." He breathed. I didn't. I just stood there staring at him.
Where would I go? What would I do?
"Go before I do something stupid." He said angry this time.
"Where?" I whispered.
He looked at me sadly, realizing that I now had nowhere to go. I was bound here in this stuffy house, to the life of immorality and it was all because of him.
"Edmund." He whispered reaching a hand to my face, but, then he dropped it and it fell limp at his side.
"I need something to drink." He said, swiftly moving to the door and grabbing a coat by the rack, "I suggest you come with me." He said eyeballing me still not believing that I was "fine". I shook my head.
"Edmund, I understand you don't want to but if you don't get used to it now, you never will." He said throwing a coat at me. I sighed angrily
The thought disgusted me to every bone in my body. The thought of me bent over a limp body drinking their blood until they were nothing more than an empty shell.

I followed him as he walked through the dimly lit streets.
"Now," He said as we walked, "It is nothing like those folk tales or books." He said his breath orbiting the air like a ghost; I nodded to show him I was listening. I had read a lot of vampire stories.
"We do not sneak into some random house and drink from them while they are sleeping." He turned towards me, placing his hands on my shoulders, at first I thought he was going to kiss me again but instead he said,
"Look at me." I looked at him and shrugged, he groaned angrily.
"No, really look at me, Edmund." He said, his breath tickling my cheek. So, I did. I studied his flawless pale skin, his high cheek bones, his strange deep purple eyes and his dark smooth hair. I didn't know where he was going with this.
"Yeah..." I said confused and a bit impatient.
"Ever notice how I am extremely good looking?" He asked, I nodded.
"Well, we use our looks to lure in our prey like a-" He paused, "Incubus, if you will."
I looked at him a little shocked.
"We use our looks to seduce prey and then kill them?" I asked kind of liking the idea.
"Something similar to that." He said walking again.
A woman wearing a ruffled dress walked by, Aldiar looked at me.
"Meet back here say in...an hour?" He said, eyeballing the woman.
"Aren't you going to teach me anything?" I whispered, he just laughed patting my back.
"You will know everything you need to know once you have done it once." He said walking in the direction the woman went.
I sighed and kept walking.
No point in going home, Demetrius would probably think I spent the night with Emilie or some other girl, that's probably what I would have done if this didn't happen. I heard the sound of clicking heels somewhere behind me.
"Edmund? Edmund Coretta?" I couldn't quite put my finger on which the voice belonged to, so, I turned and I knew instantly why the voice sounded so familiar, it was Emilie's friend, Rosalie. She walked up to me flipping her blonde hair out of her face; the movement was breathtaking in the dim light of the street lamps.
"Where were you last night? We looked everywhere for you!" She said as I turned onto an empty street.
"I told her if she couldn't find me then to go home." I said, sudden lust flickering to life inside me, the delicious over powering scent that seemed to be radiating from her, it wasn't quite a perfume but something sweeter. My hand trembled as I reached up to touch her face.
"Rose, I-" I couldn't finish, staring longingly at her neck. I was considering attacking her or playing with her first.
She cast a worried look at me,
"Edmund, are you alright?" She asked so innocent so unaware that she would soon be victim to my thirst. I grabbed her waist pushing her against the nearest wall.
"Mmmm Rose, I- I want you." I murmured into her sweet smelling shoulder, I glanced up at her face. She was looking down at me wide eyed and confused.
"Edmund, I will not take part in your sudden affairs." She huffed trying to squirm away from me. I forced her into a kiss without a word. She tried to push me away. I moved my lips to her ear, so close to her neck.
"Don't fight, Rose." I whispered, "Besides I know you like it, You've always been so jealous of Emilie, how I always gave her attention and not you." I was surprised at how dark and sexy my voice was, she looked away blushing, biting her lip. I smiled continuing,
"So now, I'm giving you attention, and even my body." I whispered seductively, pressing myself against her, getting so close it seemed as if our bodies were molded together.
"Edmund!" She breathed still blushing, I kissed her again. This time she deepened the kiss sliding her tongue between my teeth, she brushed it against my lower lip, making me moan in pleasure. I was glad my fangs weren't grown in all the way.
I pulled away, my lips tracing her jaw, her neck.
"Edmund sh-shouldn't we go to your room?" She whispered, entranced by my lips, I almost considered it but, the sweet scent made my mouth water, my needs were more urgent, I didn't have patience to walk to my house. I kissed her neck once more before sinking my fangs into her flesh. She didn't say anything or even make a sound, as the sweet red liquid filled my mouth. Even though I thought it vile, I drank her, her body shuddered for a second before going limp. When I was finished, I wiped my mouth feeling a new energy flow through me and tossed her body behind an old building, they would find her and think it was just another unfortunate attack. I pulled my coat around me as the night air was getting colder and headed to the spot where Aldiar had told me to meet him. Though, it was no wear near being an hour yet.


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Publication Date: 10-11-2010

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