Blood Lust Stories

“Pariah, why are you still here?” demanded Demascus. “It is almost the dawn.”

Pariah stood by the great window that spanned the wall of his chambers a moment longer before turning toward his Sire with only a shadow of a sigh.

“Admiring what I shall never have, Sire.”

Demascus crossed the room solemnly, almost gliding as he made his way to Pariah. He stood in the shadows that the faint light could not reach, and cocked his head to the side as he studied Pariah’s face.

“Admiring? How could this,” he motioned toward the faint light with his hand, “possibly be something you would want?”

“You tell me, Sire,” Pariah mused, joining his master in the shadows of the room. “You are the one who can read my mind.”

“Not until you close the curtains.” He said, slinking further into the darkness.

“Yes, sire,” said Pariah, and he did as he was told. The heavy drapes shielded the room from any outside light. There were no lit candles. Just the pitch blackness around them and the rustling of Demascus as he sat in the large armchair that lurked in the corner of the room.

Pariah knelt before his Sire, awaiting his word.

“You can see better now in the dark, can’t you,” Demascus said in a tone that bordered on pleased.

“Yes, Sire,” Pariah said, his head down in homage.

“All the better,” Demascus said, leaning back in the armchair. “For I will no longer allow you to see the dawn.”

At this, Pariah’s head snapped up, and he fought the look of anger that threatened to cross his face. “Sire, you cannot mean that?”

“I am afraid it is true,” he replied with a resigned voice.

“But sire,” Pariah began, “you know it is the only thing I have thus far requested of you?”

“This is true,” said Demascus. “You have been very good, and for that I would like to have rewarded you in this way. However, the risk is far too great. You are not yet as strong as I, and therefore are much more susceptible to the effects of the sun.” He leaned forward and placed his hand beneath Pariah’s chin. “Do not worry, my love. There are other ways through which you may be rewarded.”

“Yes, Sire,” Pariah relented, kissing his master’s hand.

“There now,” said Demascus, standing from his seat. “Let us retire for the day.” He walked over to the doorway, where he paused just before opening the door. “Believe me when I say that I hold only your happiness and well-being in my heart.”

“Yes, Sire,” Pariah said, bowing his head once more before Demascus left the room.



I dream a dream of dark, that grows with every second of dreamless sleep. I sleep a sleep of darkening dreams, only to awaken to a dark that is sleepless and void of dreams.

The darkness is what we live by…do not push it away.

Yes, Sire. I will obey you.

I allow myself to fall into the realm between two worlds.



Pariah sat by Demascus’ side, watching the fire in the hearth as it danced and crackled, in turn making the shadows of the room fluctuate. Neither of them spoke for many moments.
“You are angry,” Demascus said, scrutinizing Pariah from the corner of his eye.

“I am not, Sire,” Pariah lied. Immediately he regretted it.

“You need not deny it, my love. I know what is inside your heart, and it is filled with dread.” Demascus planted a light kiss upon Pariah’s head, and placed his hand beneath his chin, as he so often did. “It is a sad day indeed when I have fallen out of favor with you, my cherished one.”

“There was never such a day, Sire,” said Pariah, and he broke contact with his master, for he knew Demascus had been trying to read his thoughts.

“What can I do to find favor in your heart once more, dearest Pariah?” he said, motioning for his childe to kneel before him.

“There is nothing a master needs to do for his servant, Sire,” Pariah said, and bowed his head.

“Then what of a servant for his master?” Demascus murmured, brushing aside Pariah’s long dark hair with his pale, delicate hand.

“I will do whatever you desire of me.”

Demascus leaned back in his large armchair and seemed to be considering what he ought to make of Pariah’s offer. “Oh, my childe,” he said, lust in his voice, “you’ve no idea just what you do to me.” He placed his hand beneath Pariah’s chin, forcing him to look into his eyes.

Pariah took his master’s hand into his own and kissed it gently all over. Demascus closed his eyes, savoring the feeling of the warm lips on his skin. Pariah caressed his master’s arms, his legs, his chest, every part of him.

“Oh, Pariah… You are truly mine, aren’t you,” murmured Demascus. It was clear that he was quite aroused.

“Yes, Sire,” his servant whispered, caressing the sensitive place between his master’s legs.

“Then let me take you,” he said. He leaned forward until his lips met Pariah’s in a deep and passionate kiss. When he pulled away, he growled sensually, “Get undressed.”

“Yes, Sire,” Pariah whispered, quickly complying.

“You’re beautiful, my love,” Demascus said when Pariah had finished undressing. He stood from his chair and faced his servant, giving him a good once-over before slowly undressing himself as well.

The embrace was swift and delicious. Sire and childe were entangled with each other, heated bodies colliding in a fit of desire. Demascus laid Pariah down beside the fire, admiring what he would always have.

“Tell me why you love the light so much, my cherished one,” Demascus said, moving his hand down Pariah’s body until he encountered his engorged member. He wrapped his hand around it and began to stroke gently. “Why love the light, when you can remain in the dark, here, with me?”

“Oh, Master,” Pariah groaned in pleasure. “I only wanted what I could not have….”

“Tell me, my love,” Demascus whispered, quickening the speed of his hand.

“Because,” Pariah gasped, “I could not have you.”

Demascus grinned, trailing his lips down his servant’s body, replacing his hand.

Pariah moaned loudly. “Oh, Sire!”

Demascus sucked gently, bringing his head up and down on Pariah’s member until he shuddered and came.

“Beautiful,” he said, using his hand to wipe his mouth. “My love, you are so beautiful.”



The darkness is growing.

Don’t push it away, Pariah. It belongs to you.

Yes, Sire. I will obey.

It is then that I allow myself to sleep for most of an eternity.



“You can see me now, can’t you…” Demascus mused, standing in the doorway of Pariah’s chambers.

The curtains were closed and the room was pitch black, but that was meaningless now. It had been many years since he was turned, and he was fully developed.

“Yes, Sire,” he said, without looking at his master.

“You do not seem as elated about it as I,” Demascus said, crossing the room to where Pariah sat.

“I suppose it’s the principle of it all,” he said, gazing at the dark wall. “There are simply some things I can not have.”

“There are some things all of us cannot have, my love,” said Demascus. “The empty spaces of our lives are something we must learn to accept.”

“I have learned,” said Pariah, “that you are not an empty space in my life. And for that I am glad.”

Demascus reached over and placed his hand beneath Pariah’s chin. “That, my cherished one, is the answer I have been searching for.”