Alax Van Helsing's Journal Oct. 26th, 1908

****This is my first writing submission, so don\'t expect brilliance. Same old story, boy meets vamp, boy gets molested, boy starts to like it, author needs to sleep and cuts the story off short.
Enjoy.****


Alex Van Helsing\'s Journal.

Oct. 26th, 1908. - Even the renowned Alexander Van Helsing had a pronounced moment of weakness. My grandfather for whom I\'m named, and after whom the entire Van Helsing family followed in the quest to destroy the stubborn vampric disease left behind by Vlad Dracula, he was tempted by a vampire and almost lost his life for it. From this my family had tried to learn from his mistake and deter the Van Helsing of ever considering falling in love (or lust) with one of vampric taint.

I reflect with some amusement now that I feel no shame for what has happened despite the obvious potential for danger from both sides. Vampires always want to kill me and my family would make the effort to wipe such a happening from their records permanently.

I shall start from the beginning, as the beginning seems the logical place to begin. For three solid months I have noticed some strange events surrounding my daily life. Paintings going missing, books and papers being disturbed in my apartment when I\'m away and on one occasion, my 21st birthday, three long stemmed red roses sent to me from an anonymous admirer. In the hurry up and wait life of a Van Helsing child, there is far too much time for paranoia. Though I do take ample time to indulge in my artistic pursuits one can only spend so long staring at a canvas. I am proud to say that I managed to remain family normal through the whole ordeal, though in retrospect more caution on my part could have saved me a lot of trouble.

I will note now that I\'m recording this so that if my family does discover my misadventure that there will be some hope of an accurate record of events surviving where I may not. It was a week ago now, October 20th when the incident occurred. I had come home late and somewhat indulged in spirits. It wasn\'t until I had hung my coat and hat up that I noticed something was amiss. Drawing the knife that I always keep on my person, I walked with drunkenly quiet steps into the parlor. The collection of candles on my desk had been lit as well as those save one in a candleholder across the room.

I can remember my mind trying to sober its self with some success, the lessons I had been taught and battles fought jumping to mind so that I might be ready to defend or attack if needed. A movement from the left caught my eye. I turned to face a young man of about my age if slightly taller grinning at me. Cursing my slow mind I realized that he was no man, the overly pail and flawless pallor of his skin and perfectly pink lips, almost rouge from a recent feeding reveling this to me. I dove at him, my palm sweaty on the hilt. It was fruitless, as with easy the vampire clasped my wrist using my momentum to move behind me encircling my waist with his free arm. With a painful flick of his wrist I was forced to drop the knife, and for a heartbeat after we stood like this, my back pressed tensely against his chest. Nether of us had uttered a sound sense the altercation began, and thus the sound of our breathing was the only thing breaking the silence.

I could stand it no more, so with a cold but resigned fear settling it\'s self over my shoulders like a mantle. \"Do you intend on killing me vermin? Or would you care to try that entrance again for dramatic effect.\" My words dripped with venom, sounding much stronger than I felt. The vampire\'s laugh was deep and resounded into my own chest, warm and sweet.

\"I had never intended to kill you dear Alex.\" His pleasant tone was unexpected, his voice to match his laugh strong and sweet like a fine melted chocolate. Caught off guard as I was it took little effort for him to spin me round so as we stood face to face. We stood much as before, though now ready to begin a courtly waltz my mind cynically observed. The vampire smiled now, and I can\'t recall what thoughts of my own, if any occurred just then. He was radiantly beautiful, with chiseled features, long brown hair left loose around his shoulders and an absolutely flawless visage. His eyes were as I had described his voice, a fine melted chocolate, though with the added oddity of vivid green flecks a feature that occurs occasionally in vermin like he was. Beautiful vermin, absolutely breathtaking, but vermin none the less. He tilted his head slightly to the side, a flash of pride crossing his fine features. \"I may have hunted you love, but it was never for your death. Oh no… that would be a sin beyond the grasp of a sinner such as myself.\" Irish. It occurs to me know that his accent was Irish in origin, though far more cultured than many Irish I have heard were.

To my bemusement he spun us then, as if we were waltzing. His grace of movement awes me still. He pulled me close against him then and I cried out for the first time in anger. \"What is the meaning of this?\" He laughs again.

\"Hush now Alex. I\'ve waited a long time for this, and I intend to take my prize by force or no.\" I struggled but it was in vein. He had the strength of his forefather Vald, as it would soon prove I had the unfortunate fortitude of Alexander Van Helsing the first. He pressed me to him, his breath warm on my lips before he kissed me. He knew what his was doing, his mouth skilled and my own too shocked and appalled by his actions and the pleasure they called forth to react. I felt his tongue trace my bottom lip, and to my horror I moaned giving my vampric assailant the opportunity he had been waiting for. Silky, warm and wet he explored my mouth, taunting my own tongue into action. I could feel my cheeks burning in humiliation and other areas of my body burning from feelings much stronger.

He pulled back allowing me time to breathe, the vampire\'s smile lustrous
above his half lidded eyes. \"How dare you…\" I heard myself say, my voice quivering from emotions better left unsaid. He gave a comforting sound more commonly heard from mothers, and proceeded to trail a line of kisses along my jaw. My mind fully occupied with this I didn\'t notice the vampire unbuttoning my vest and shirt until his hands touched warm flesh. I gave a sharp intake of breath and gritted my teeth while at the same time tilting my head to give the vampire better access to my neck and collar bone. I was fully aware of the danger of this, but I, like all men am bound to my body. It burned with lust at his touch, begging for more in its wordless way, and soon I too was coaxing him on. Soft moans and trembling muscles as he proceed to kiss down my chest, teasing my nipples and licking along old battle scars.

He laid me back along the top of my desk, nonchalantly pushing piles of paper and pens onto the floor. He glanced up at the candles and I felt myself shiver as a gust of wind was born in the draft free room, extinguishing the lot of them, leaving us alone in the light of the two burning candles on the other end of the room.

~~~~~To be continued...~~~~~