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Adult ++
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15
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Chapter 3
AN: Longer, as promised. ^_^ Not much longer, but longer all the same. I work in a library, which was the inspiration of this story. There were kids who actually did this, not vampires of course. Anyways, I'm gonna try to update pretty regularly, but I have to be realistic. I'm a full-time college student, I have a part-time job, and horrible internet. So, if I don't update often, please don't be mad. @_@ This will probably stay without sex for a few more chapters.
Reviewers:
Yaoi-Chan: Here's some of your description, more will come later. I like third person better, but for some reason, this just seemed to fit better. Azrael is a supposed name of an Arch Angel. I got it from a name site- it means something along the lines of 'death' or 'bringer of death'. Whether or not that's true, I don't know. If anyone ever finds out more about it, lemme know. Anyways, thanks for the review. ^_^
Jess: Thanks so much for letting me know about my mistake. Always glad to hear people are loving it.
Renair: I'm glad to know that you think I'm doing well with the first-person. I'm still not comfortable with it, so hopefully some of my classes will help with that. Azrael doesn't have short hair, but it is black and part of being a vampire is pale skin (In my mind, at least). Comes with the dead thing.
Kaay-Chan: First of all, love the name, have a friend who goes by K-chan. Haha, yeah that's quite the bias, but I'm glad you enjoy it. The real test is whether I can get people who aren't into this sort of thing to read it. I've gotten a few friends who have (Not this story, other's.) and they get addicted. Very amusing, to be honest. Chapters are short for the above reasons. I just don't have time to sit down and write anymore. I'll try to update as much as possible, but I have a full-time job being a friend of mine's muse. @_@; I use my creativity with that half the time and then it doesn't get to go into my stories.
I hope you guys enjoy this chapter!
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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Azrael’s POV~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The week passed fairly quickly for me; I encountered a very young vampire on Monday night, which worried me because as the oldest in my city, vampire were supposed to seek my approval before turning a mortal—something I very rarely granted. The young vampire was one I had not been aware of, and because his maker—his sire as many have named creators of vampires—had not gotten my permission; I had every right to punish the man or woman who did it.
The young vampire, named Victor, told me his story, including which vampire had turned him—punishment would be dealt later. It turned out, he had asked around and someone had referred him to me for training. It annoyed me, of course, but I agreed that I would teach him the basics. The job filled my free time until Wednesday morning came, because then I returned to the library to see my lover.
I got there early, thankfully, it is winter time and the library opens while it is still dark. I slipped in, retreating to my usual hiding place in the reference section on the bottom floor. As per usual, I grabbed a book that would offer some interesting reading—a book that claimed to know vampires, non-fiction of course. The fiction novels written by Anne Rice, Bram Stoker, and others bored me. Been there, lived that. The frightening part was that the fiction novels are more accurate than the non-fiction.
I had long since finished the book by the time my golden-haired beauty came flouncing excitedly down the stairs. I could not help but smile at him because I felt as excited as he looked—I have just had centuries to learn to control my emotions. It did not take long for him to find the book he needed for whatever test he had to study for that day, history from the looks of the book in his hands. He plopped in my lap after, greeting me with a kiss as I let my arms wrap around his average waist, returning the greeting.
“How was your week?” I questioned him, smiling as I rested my head on his shoulder, looking over to see what page he was opening to. History was my specialty; after all, I had lived through most of the major events. Ah, the Civil War, I had not lived in America at that point in time, and it was one of the subjects I knew little about, though I would help him with it as much as I could.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Lucas’s POV~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
He asked me how my week was and I was hesitant to answer so I remained silent for a moment before sighing- it was not right of me to keep secrets from him, especially when it was over nominal issues. After opening to the correct page, the horrid Civil War, I pouted a bit before obediently answering him.
“If you want me to be honest, my week sucked,” I responded rather reluctantly. When his grip tightened a little, urging me to continue, I obeyed once more. “Kids were teasing me at school, as per usual. Jackasses went a little further than usual though, they beat me up...” my voice was quiet, I knew hearing it would piss off Azrael, but he had been the one to ask me. They were smart kids, the few times they actually laid their hands on me it was never where it was visible when I was dressed. Generally, they hit my chest, leaving dark bruises and tender spots, but thankfully they had not managed much worse.
I flinched unintentionally when Rae’s arms tensed a little around me and he must have noticed it because he immediately relaxed his grip, kissing my neck once or twice before sighing. I felt his nose bury into my chin-length hair, warm breath washing over my ear and neck. I knew he did not have to breathe, so it was a bit strange to feel it, but it was comforting all the same. “I’m so sick of it, and I don’t get why they do it. Is it really all that obvious that I’m gay?” I asked quietly, meaning for it to be rhetorical, though I guess it did not turn out that way, since his response was a quiet “no”.
I liked to make high grades, which was why I always studied, even if I was sitting on my lover’s lap. Today, however, I was not in the mood to study, so I closed my book and set it on a nearby shelf. Once that was done, I turned to face Azrael, studying his features quietly. He truly was handsome—he was not horribly masculine, I think that faded away as society changed. He had enough muscles to appear fit, but not horribly buff; his hair was wonderfully long, about mid-shoulder length, and was usually tied back with a piece of simple ribbon. That day, I discovered it was a pliable strip of leather as I took it out, letting the straight black strands fall free. I loved it down, though he rarely wore it like that.
My favorite feature about him was his eyes though. They were a dark brown, almost black and always had his emotions written in them. He tried to hide what he was feeling, but I knew how to read his eyes, which, at the moment, showed surprise from my sudden change of routine. Now that I was straddling his lap carefully, I leaned forward a bit to kiss his pale lips with a bit more passion than he usually allowed for in public. “Don’t feel like studying,” I muttered against his lips, drawing away to look in his eyes.
“You need to study, Luc, that’s why you’re here,” was his stern response, but judging by the smirk in his eyes, he felt the same way I did. I kissed him again, and he relented, kissing back with every bit of the eagerness I felt. He pulled away though after a moment, moving to whisper into my ear, “Not here, Hun, it’s too public. We’ll have to wait until we can be together, and you damn well know that.” Even my pout did not change his mind, so I obediently turned back around settling back down with my back against his chest. I let my head fall back to rest on his shoulder and sighed as he wrapped his arms back around me. Damn it, I wanted some sex.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Azrael’s POV~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I could tell Lucas was disappointed by my refusal, but I hoped he understood why I was refusing. God knows I was horny too, but we were in the middle of the library and we could not leave because of the sunlight. Even with all the coverings I had, it would still burn me if I was in it for an extended period of time—such as the amount of time it would take to reach my apartment
All I could do was hug the other closer to myself, kissing his neck and jaw gently. Finally, I whispered into his ear, “Love, don’t you think you should go back to studying, even if you don’t really want to. After all, you still need to get good grades. You graduate in a few months and you want to get into a good college, don’t you?” I felt and saw his head nod and he pulled away to grab his book. After a few minutes he was studying again, resting in my arms.
As he studied, I let my mind wander again, mainly to the incident with Victor. I needed to find who made him. The punishment would be severe because of the crime. There was hierarchy here, and someone had broken it. Everything depended on the age of the vampire who turned Victor, if it was a younger vampire, it would be a little less harsh. An older vampire would possibly suffer death because he or she would have known the rules.
My attention was drawn back to Lucas when he closed the book with a rather loud thud. I kissed his neck, “Done studying, Luc?” The younger boy nodded once more and I smiled, “Good,” I responded, kissing his jaw gently before licking and nipping his neck with my usual silent question. He tilted his head to the side in response and I moved to slide my fangs into the soft flesh. He tensed in pain and I pulled them out, moving to such gently on the wound for a moment. Once I finished, I licked my lips and then the wound.
He turned towards me and pressed a deep kiss to my lips. I smiled, kissing back contentedly until the dreaded time came that he had to pull away and head upstairs. He pulled away and took his book. I rose behind him and wrapped an arm around his waist, once more taking him upstairs, like we always did on Wednesdays. This time, I stayed near by in the stacks, watching to watch him for a little while longer. He sat down and waited with his book—it only took about five minutes for his mom to come and pick him up. Then, I retreated downstairs once more to wait out the day light.
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Remember, I really like reviews. They help feed my creativity. If anyone has any ideas for this, feel free to suggest, I like to see where people want to see the story go- not to mention, it helps my poor creativity. Much love to all. ^_^
Reviewers:
Yaoi-Chan: Here's some of your description, more will come later. I like third person better, but for some reason, this just seemed to fit better. Azrael is a supposed name of an Arch Angel. I got it from a name site- it means something along the lines of 'death' or 'bringer of death'. Whether or not that's true, I don't know. If anyone ever finds out more about it, lemme know. Anyways, thanks for the review. ^_^
Jess: Thanks so much for letting me know about my mistake. Always glad to hear people are loving it.
Renair: I'm glad to know that you think I'm doing well with the first-person. I'm still not comfortable with it, so hopefully some of my classes will help with that. Azrael doesn't have short hair, but it is black and part of being a vampire is pale skin (In my mind, at least). Comes with the dead thing.
Kaay-Chan: First of all, love the name, have a friend who goes by K-chan. Haha, yeah that's quite the bias, but I'm glad you enjoy it. The real test is whether I can get people who aren't into this sort of thing to read it. I've gotten a few friends who have (Not this story, other's.) and they get addicted. Very amusing, to be honest. Chapters are short for the above reasons. I just don't have time to sit down and write anymore. I'll try to update as much as possible, but I have a full-time job being a friend of mine's muse. @_@; I use my creativity with that half the time and then it doesn't get to go into my stories.
I hope you guys enjoy this chapter!
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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Azrael’s POV~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The week passed fairly quickly for me; I encountered a very young vampire on Monday night, which worried me because as the oldest in my city, vampire were supposed to seek my approval before turning a mortal—something I very rarely granted. The young vampire was one I had not been aware of, and because his maker—his sire as many have named creators of vampires—had not gotten my permission; I had every right to punish the man or woman who did it.
The young vampire, named Victor, told me his story, including which vampire had turned him—punishment would be dealt later. It turned out, he had asked around and someone had referred him to me for training. It annoyed me, of course, but I agreed that I would teach him the basics. The job filled my free time until Wednesday morning came, because then I returned to the library to see my lover.
I got there early, thankfully, it is winter time and the library opens while it is still dark. I slipped in, retreating to my usual hiding place in the reference section on the bottom floor. As per usual, I grabbed a book that would offer some interesting reading—a book that claimed to know vampires, non-fiction of course. The fiction novels written by Anne Rice, Bram Stoker, and others bored me. Been there, lived that. The frightening part was that the fiction novels are more accurate than the non-fiction.
I had long since finished the book by the time my golden-haired beauty came flouncing excitedly down the stairs. I could not help but smile at him because I felt as excited as he looked—I have just had centuries to learn to control my emotions. It did not take long for him to find the book he needed for whatever test he had to study for that day, history from the looks of the book in his hands. He plopped in my lap after, greeting me with a kiss as I let my arms wrap around his average waist, returning the greeting.
“How was your week?” I questioned him, smiling as I rested my head on his shoulder, looking over to see what page he was opening to. History was my specialty; after all, I had lived through most of the major events. Ah, the Civil War, I had not lived in America at that point in time, and it was one of the subjects I knew little about, though I would help him with it as much as I could.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Lucas’s POV~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
He asked me how my week was and I was hesitant to answer so I remained silent for a moment before sighing- it was not right of me to keep secrets from him, especially when it was over nominal issues. After opening to the correct page, the horrid Civil War, I pouted a bit before obediently answering him.
“If you want me to be honest, my week sucked,” I responded rather reluctantly. When his grip tightened a little, urging me to continue, I obeyed once more. “Kids were teasing me at school, as per usual. Jackasses went a little further than usual though, they beat me up...” my voice was quiet, I knew hearing it would piss off Azrael, but he had been the one to ask me. They were smart kids, the few times they actually laid their hands on me it was never where it was visible when I was dressed. Generally, they hit my chest, leaving dark bruises and tender spots, but thankfully they had not managed much worse.
I flinched unintentionally when Rae’s arms tensed a little around me and he must have noticed it because he immediately relaxed his grip, kissing my neck once or twice before sighing. I felt his nose bury into my chin-length hair, warm breath washing over my ear and neck. I knew he did not have to breathe, so it was a bit strange to feel it, but it was comforting all the same. “I’m so sick of it, and I don’t get why they do it. Is it really all that obvious that I’m gay?” I asked quietly, meaning for it to be rhetorical, though I guess it did not turn out that way, since his response was a quiet “no”.
I liked to make high grades, which was why I always studied, even if I was sitting on my lover’s lap. Today, however, I was not in the mood to study, so I closed my book and set it on a nearby shelf. Once that was done, I turned to face Azrael, studying his features quietly. He truly was handsome—he was not horribly masculine, I think that faded away as society changed. He had enough muscles to appear fit, but not horribly buff; his hair was wonderfully long, about mid-shoulder length, and was usually tied back with a piece of simple ribbon. That day, I discovered it was a pliable strip of leather as I took it out, letting the straight black strands fall free. I loved it down, though he rarely wore it like that.
My favorite feature about him was his eyes though. They were a dark brown, almost black and always had his emotions written in them. He tried to hide what he was feeling, but I knew how to read his eyes, which, at the moment, showed surprise from my sudden change of routine. Now that I was straddling his lap carefully, I leaned forward a bit to kiss his pale lips with a bit more passion than he usually allowed for in public. “Don’t feel like studying,” I muttered against his lips, drawing away to look in his eyes.
“You need to study, Luc, that’s why you’re here,” was his stern response, but judging by the smirk in his eyes, he felt the same way I did. I kissed him again, and he relented, kissing back with every bit of the eagerness I felt. He pulled away though after a moment, moving to whisper into my ear, “Not here, Hun, it’s too public. We’ll have to wait until we can be together, and you damn well know that.” Even my pout did not change his mind, so I obediently turned back around settling back down with my back against his chest. I let my head fall back to rest on his shoulder and sighed as he wrapped his arms back around me. Damn it, I wanted some sex.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Azrael’s POV~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I could tell Lucas was disappointed by my refusal, but I hoped he understood why I was refusing. God knows I was horny too, but we were in the middle of the library and we could not leave because of the sunlight. Even with all the coverings I had, it would still burn me if I was in it for an extended period of time—such as the amount of time it would take to reach my apartment
All I could do was hug the other closer to myself, kissing his neck and jaw gently. Finally, I whispered into his ear, “Love, don’t you think you should go back to studying, even if you don’t really want to. After all, you still need to get good grades. You graduate in a few months and you want to get into a good college, don’t you?” I felt and saw his head nod and he pulled away to grab his book. After a few minutes he was studying again, resting in my arms.
As he studied, I let my mind wander again, mainly to the incident with Victor. I needed to find who made him. The punishment would be severe because of the crime. There was hierarchy here, and someone had broken it. Everything depended on the age of the vampire who turned Victor, if it was a younger vampire, it would be a little less harsh. An older vampire would possibly suffer death because he or she would have known the rules.
My attention was drawn back to Lucas when he closed the book with a rather loud thud. I kissed his neck, “Done studying, Luc?” The younger boy nodded once more and I smiled, “Good,” I responded, kissing his jaw gently before licking and nipping his neck with my usual silent question. He tilted his head to the side in response and I moved to slide my fangs into the soft flesh. He tensed in pain and I pulled them out, moving to such gently on the wound for a moment. Once I finished, I licked my lips and then the wound.
He turned towards me and pressed a deep kiss to my lips. I smiled, kissing back contentedly until the dreaded time came that he had to pull away and head upstairs. He pulled away and took his book. I rose behind him and wrapped an arm around his waist, once more taking him upstairs, like we always did on Wednesdays. This time, I stayed near by in the stacks, watching to watch him for a little while longer. He sat down and waited with his book—it only took about five minutes for his mom to come and pick him up. Then, I retreated downstairs once more to wait out the day light.
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Remember, I really like reviews. They help feed my creativity. If anyone has any ideas for this, feel free to suggest, I like to see where people want to see the story go- not to mention, it helps my poor creativity. Much love to all. ^_^