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Vampire at my Door

By: seximonki1992
folder Vampire › Slash - Male/Male
Rating: Adult +
Chapters: 7
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Part 0 (Prequel)

Warning: Extremely short. Written out of frustration with my own personal life.

Vampire at My Door, Part 0 (Prequel)

8 Years Ago

My heart is pacing wildly, beating a mile a minute as Azrael dozes on the carpeted floor not even a full foot away from where I'm sitting. The beats are so strong they actually mange to hurt and it feels like any minute now the organ is gonna break free and explode everywhere. On top of that, my stomach is so filled with the feeling of whirling butterflies that I actually think I may be about to puke my whole body inside out.

Doesn't paint a pretty picture, but it does manage to get the point across.

I'm fucking nervous.

And all because this douche next to me has managed to confundle (my own special phrase for 'confuse like crazy') my brain and heart in one short day.  Not even a full day, really. Just a few hours. And the worst part about this whole scenario is that he probably didn't mean to do it. Most likely doesn't even know he did anything wrong at all. Or that he's making me feel the way I do without even trying.

All it took to put me in this situation was a smile from him.

A simply flirty smile and twinkling gold eyes that caused my brain to immediately short circuit and cease all function.

Then I was hooked, falling headfirst into childhood love.

My first love.

And I wish I hadn't. Because this is stupid. And reckless. I've seen what love does to people. Make the emotionally unbalanced, unpredictable, straight up crazy. It hurts them, physically, emotionally, and mentally. I don't want that for myself! Call me a coward, but the thought of love (let alone unrequited love as Azrael surely does not care about me the way I do about him) is absolutely terrifying. It's too risky.

So I think it's better to just bury the feelings and forget everything, shove them into a deep dark corner of my mind, or run and hide far, far away where it can't reach me.

With a quiet yawn, Azrael blinks his beautiful gold eyes open. He sees me and smiles. "Hey."

My heart jumps.

This isn't fair.

End of Part 0

Heavily based on how I'm feeling right now. I thought it could make a decent prequel thingy to the rest of the story.

Sorry this is short and pointless, but I figured I'd post it just to get back into writing.

Whatever.

I'll try to continue but life is currently kicking me in the ass at the moment.

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