Professor O'Neill...don't look at me like that.

I'm going weak in my knees.

I can't think straight.

I can't understand what you are reading aloud to me.

I want to drown in your warm eyes. I want to press my naked body against yours.

I want to...

"Daniel, are you dreaming already?"

"W...What?" There, he has caught me. All of my senses begin to tingle. He's much too close.

I lean back in my chair as far as I can. My very sensitive nostrils take in his scent with each deep breath I take. I have goose bumps all over my skin.

I don't want to change him. He's much too valuable a human. My brain is telling me this since the day we first met.

And besides, I haven’t created a vampire myself yet. I don’t kill people either. Perhaps I’m too noble for that.

I can live from animal blood very well even though the others tried to convince me that a vampire needs the life force of a human.

I’m not a killer.

That’s how I came to be here. I wanted to get away from Paris, away from Armand, my wise, beautiful, but extremely dangerous maker.

I escaped from him without leaving a trace, arriving here in Ireland, living on my own for almost twenty years. As a wealthy scholar, I was able to move from town to town, raising no suspicions about my unchanging age nor why I never married.

My loneliness and boredom led me to once again undertake my studies of anthropology and linguistics.

It all changed instantly when the university sent me this beauty of a tutor, so different from Armand who had lured me into his trap so many years ago.

Armand looked very young and had waist long, black hair, almost raven like. He wasn’t as tall as I am.

Professor Jonathan O’Neill is, as one would say, in his best age. He has short silver hair and is several inches taller then me. That along with his intense eyes, a trait which he shares with Armand, makes him a very imposing figure.

For a time, I was able to control myself with Professor O’Neill who allowed me to call him Jack after a few lessons.

I was always well fed when he stepped through my doorway, feeling able to follow his interesting lecture.

But I'm finding it harder and harder to control my urges each evening as we begin our lessons, each moment that he looks at me as he is now. I think I’m in love again, and that could be deadly. I could be the death of him.

I lick my lips unconsciously. I don't say a word, afraid he'll see my sharp teeth. Instead, I bow my head over my own book, pretending to read. He's getting even closer. I hear his every step like a bass drum, echoing in the pit of my stomach.

Professor Jack O’Neill is my private teacher. I can't study at the university during the day. He’s never questioned why I take lessons alone in my house after dusk.

He only once commented on my paleness, and I told him I become sick when I'm in the sun. And that was it, no further questions, probably because I'm paying him a very good fee.

I swallow. He's leaning over me to see what I have written.

My hand is shaking so badly. I have to put the pencil away. My thirst for his blood is rising. I feel it pound in my ears and my member is so hard I'm afraid it will make a hole in my pants. Not only are my balls aching, but my entire being, body and soul, reverberates with an exquisite pain.

Please go away, Professor. Please. As much as I'd love to taste your blood, as much I want your company, I'm not sure you'd want to see me anymore once I'd turned you into a vampire.

Your healthy skin tone will disappear...but you'd make a very sensual undead…

My sight is blurry. He's leaning over me. His body heat is scorching me, and I can hear his heartbeat.

Suddenly I feel his lips against my ear. His hand is on my shoulder, and he's whispering, "Why do you hesitate? I know you have need of me."

I turn and look straight into his eyes, only inches away from mine. If I could still blush, I would.

"I d...I don't understand." I manage.

"Yes you do." He smiles slightly but straightens up and turns away, going back to the desk.

A part of me is glad that he crossed the room again, getting further away from me, but another part of me is hurting so furiously that I actually want to jump up and take him down right here and now.

His voice is hypnotizing me. So are his words.

"Yes, Daniel, I know what you are." He says quietly while licking his own lips and loosening his silky scarf a little.

"I know why you can't be outside in daylight." He opens the first button of his snow-white shirt.

I clench my fists, open them and clench them again. It is difficult to breath. My mind races in a familiar direction...blood...fresh, red, very well flavored, heady...The tip of my tongue comes out to wet my bottom lip.

He's throwing his scarf away, opening his collar.

"Yes, come here," He is seducing me. I can't believe it.

"W...Why!?" My animal side emerges. I can't hide it anymore, but the still functioning part of my brain asks, "Why are you doing this?"

He unbuttons his vest, opening it slowly. I get up from my chair, legs wobbly.

"Because I love you," he swallows, "and I can't be one minute more without you." His shirt is open now, and I can see his flawless skin, the vein throbbing on the side of his neck.

"I've studied your kind for a very long time," He's holding out his hand to me, inviting me. "traveled through many countries, listened to very old tales, very mysterious legends. I recognize a vampire when I see one." His voice is so low that I can only understand him because of my heightened senses. “I’ve managed to escape some of them. I was close enough to see their teeth.”

He’s smiling again. “You are different, Daniel. I want to share my life with you. Come to me. Take me." He's bending his neck slightly so that I can better see his pulsing lifeline.

I want to ask him if he's sure, but his eyes and his soul tell me, without a doubt, that he is. I shake my head in disbelieve. This beautiful man wants me to turn him.

My hunger is getting unbearable. I can’t think anymore. I take his hand, feel him pull me in and that’s where I loose it.

I hate myself for doing this, but with a pleasure no one can ever describe, I sink my teeth deep, oh so deeply, into his flesh. When I taste the first drop of his warm, human blood, a throaty groan escapes me, and I start to suck for my very life depends on it. I feel him holding me close, pressing me against him. He starts to shake violently, groaning, crushing me against his body, whispering my name all the time. When his hard cock meets mine, the sensation is even more irresistible.

The intoxicating rush of HIS blood straight through me and right into my dick is so overpowering, that I fall, and he’s falling with me.

That shakes my brain awake and when his heartbeat slows down to minimum, I bite my own pulse open and hold my wrist against his mouth. "Jack, drink!" I beg him urgently. His eyes fly open for a second, and he knows exactly what to do.

Dazed and dizzy with bloodlust, I fear I may have actually ended his life.

“Daniel, forever…” He sighs and starts to drink from my vein vigorously and greedily.

He can’t stop. I feel his growing thirst. I’m slumped over his chest and let him have his way with me. I’m so anxious to make his transformation work, that I don’t think about myself anymore. I curse myself. I should have left him alive.

“JACK! STOP!” Self preservation kicks in and I jerk my arm away from his mouth.

If I’d still believe in God, I’d pray now.

His body starts to toss and turn, buck and cringe.

It’s dying. I know that though I feel my beloved is dying for good.

I kneel beside him, trying to sooth his pain. He’s yelling in agony, blood smeared all around his mouth.

I feel so weak myself, with doubt, fear and a sickness in my stomach because he has drained so much out of me.

“Jack, Jack, Jack…” I start a rant. I can’t help myself. I want him so badly as my companion for every night. Blood stained tears are running down my cheeks. I’m so exhausted myself that I pass out.

“Daniel.” A slight touch on my cheek and a murmur wake me. “Daniel.” Something is on my lips. Something very velvety. I open my eyes slowly.

Am I dreaming?

Jack’s leaning over me. His brown eyes changed, his skin pale and the blue veins showing.

He’s a vampire now.

I sigh. I did it.

I’m not really sure if it’s good or bad.

“How are you feeling?” I croak, fighting my own dizziness. “Good.” He kisses me lightly on the lips. “Very good.” He actually smiles at me.

Oh God!

“What now, Master?” He asks, curiosity coloring his voice.

“I…I’m sorry.” I stutter.

“There is nothing to be sorry for.” He states firmly, caressing my throat. He’s more confident with this new situation then I am.

“We can travel the world now.” He muses, “Before we do that, I have a question, my beautiful student." He strokes strands of hair away from my face. A few minutes before we were tutor and student, now we lie here like a couple.

It’s a miracle.

I can't help but chuckle at his teasing words.

"Everything, my beautiful tutor." The tense feeling in my guts about his death is gone, and I start to enjoy his closeness. My blood thirst has stilled. His weight is half on me and his cock is hard. And it's just so deliciously that I swallow with anticipation.

"You took me your way, Daniel. Can I...can I take you my way now?" He doesn't give me time for an answer, but closes his mouth over mine and starts to kiss me, his tongue deep in my mouth, searching for mine, tasting me. It's a slow, leisurely kiss.

I enjoy it immensely. I’ve never been kissed this way ever before. Not even by Armand. My whole body is tingling and I respond, pushing my tongue against his, making it a wet and hungry kiss. It's almost as good as drinking blood. I unconsciously press myself against him.

"Can I take you?" He hisses, teeth against my throat.

"Hmmmm." I'm not able to give a proper reply. I'm preparing myself to feel his bite, but he does something else. He slides down my body and closes his mouth over my erect cock without warning. I groan loudly. I didn't expect that. And even though the fabric of my pants is between his tongue and my skin, I gasp with utter pleasure. I squirm, lost in sensual sensation when he starts to knead and roll my balls with his long skillful fingers.

"Take them off...oh Jack!" I'm losing my mind.

He does as I wish, his movements slow but deliberate. "You know," he breathes, "I dreamed about this after each lesson."

Oh my.

"Oh, Daniel." He's freed me from my trousers and takes his own off now, his glance not leaving my body. "So, so beautiful." He licks along the inside of my thighs, tasting every inch of me with great care.

I'm spreading my legs wide, wanting to give him as much access as he needs. I owe him something, but it feels as though he owes me too.

"God, Daniel, that's much better then I imagined.'' And there it is, his tongue against my pucker, just a fleeting lick and I moan, throwing my head from side to side, "A...Again." I'm lost. No one ever did that to me, and it's the most delicious feeling I've ever felt. I know now what he meant by taking me, and I know I want him, more than anything. His tongue is lubricating my entrance completely, slipping in, circling around, rimming my entrance.

"Jaaack...oh...that's...take me, yeahhhh..." I rasp. My nipples are rigid against my shirt and as though he knows that, one hand comes up and rolls my nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

Then everything happens very fast. He rolls me up into a ball, my hole open already from his tongue, the tip of his cock pushing against it. He glances at me. I nod. There is no need for lubricant. I want the pain. I’m a vampire!

"Claiming you now." He's moaning, sliding into me ever so slowly.

I’m much too tight. I haven’t done this in over twenty years. But looking at him in his ecstasy makes it worth the extraordinary pain. His eyes are closed, his shirt is hanging loosely on his shoulders, his nipples are as rigid as mine, there is blood everywhere and I can’t believe I created my favorite beloved mate.

“Jaaaaaaaack…..” I sound like a cat. I want more from him, and he senses it. He’s burying himself completely in me and when he’s in completely, he bends down and I feel his freshly grown teeth slam into the tender skin on my neck.

I don’t know who’s growling louder, he or I.

He’s drinking my blood and I sense that he loves it enormously. My teeth grow again when I sense his blood thirst, and I bite his delicious shoulder. My dick is pulsing with each mouth full of blood I draw.

If I had semen, I’d spill it between us. His hard on is pulsing inside my channel. I can almost feel the thick vein, echoing through my whole being. He’s having a dry orgasm as well. I’m not sure what’s better, the sexual satisfaction or the bloodsucking.

He’s breathing heavily, jerking with lust. It makes me finally think I did the right thing.

We are really truly one.

One being.

He has my blood and I have his. My body is humming from the intensity of it all. I stop drinking and claw at his back with my sharp fingernails. I know I tear his expensive shirt apart, but it’s a mess because of the blood anyway. I can’t stop clinging to him, and he seems not to be able to let go of me either.

After a long while I calm down a bit, realizing that we still lie on the hard floor in my study.

Jack’s looking into my eyes again, my blood is drying in the corners of his mouth. I whip it away with my thumb.

“We can travel the world now.” He repeats what he’d stated earlier, joy gleaming in his eyes.

“After we get some sleep.” I chuckle beneath him.

“I’ll show you where.” I try to crawl away from underneath him, “It’s time.” I add when I look outside. Dawn comes dangerously close.

“Oh, all right.” He’s getting up, looking for his pants. “I forgot about that.”

I kiss him briefly one more time, “See you after dark.” Then I pull him away downstairs into my dungeon.

FIN

 

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