Vampire at my Door

Repost cuz I'm an idiot and got my acct deleted. *sweatdrop*

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Vampire at my door, Part 1



It's Saturday night and there's a vampire at my door.



Though it's hot and muggy outside in this horrendous South Florida heat, I find myself standing in front of the gaping maw that is my doorway. I'm rooted to the spot out of sheer shock. Mouth dropped open to let in flies and all manner of little nasties. Blue tongue (I just ate a blueberry icepop… or three) peeking out to run across the length of my full pink lips. Coincidently staining them blue as well. My deep brown eyes are as wide as saucers, pupils dilated in a pitiable effort to take in the alien sight before me. They strain in the dim light provided by the lone 40 watt bulb that I use to illuminate my front stoop. And hallway. And yard. What can I say? This damned apartment is too cheap to have sufficient lighting and I'm too fucking broke to have more put in. I can feel my heart deep in my chest cavity racing away a mile a minute. I'm almost positive if it wasn't for the breast plate keeping it stationary the flighty organ would have jumped ship and been half way across the state by now.



My eyes are starting to burn. Locked as they are on the site before me, I've yet to blink or wink or bat an eyelid. I haven't noticed until just now. Too busy trying to keep an eye on the person (thing??) standing not even three paces away. Too afraid to break eye contact, as if that'll trigger the person's (thing's??) natural reaction to gut me and drain my blood dry.



He (It??) notices. And smiles. And I get to see a pair of big as fuck canines framed by a mouth full of serrated teeth.



Yippeeee… Looking at them I think distractedly, At least when they tear my throat open they'll get it done in one bite. Should be a quick kill, right?



Right?



Just then, the vampire releases a low hiss (chuckle?) and gnashes his teeth obscenely. Grinding them together to create a sharp, shrill noise. He stops briefly to let his tongue poke out and run along the sharpened edges in a mockery of my earlier actions. The teeth glint menacingly.



Wellllll fuck. So much for that theory. Too much to hope for, I suppose. And now I'm starting to feel a bit ill. Breath quickening. Sweating profusely. Heart in my throat. Seems like the little bitch is looking for another escape route.



Unable to continue looking at the (freakish) teeth, I widen my gaze and study the visage of my future murderer. Cuz let's face it. He is going to kill me. Why else would he be here? Besides, no sane man could pass up a bite of my sexy bod.  



Queue flirtatious wink.



The (freakish) teeth are set in a wide mouth enclosed by thin yet sensual lips that tilt slightly upwards on the left hand side. A near perpetual smirk. Somehow, they managed to appear both soft and firm at the same time. Below the admittedly sexy lips is a fine chin and strong, well-defined jaw bone lightly dusted with the beginnings of a 5 o'clock shadow. Wow, a vampire with a 5 o'clock shadow!!! I don't know why that's so funny to me. Maybe I'm starting to crack. Looking at the delicious curve of his jaw I couldn't help the momentary thought of how it would feel to nibble along its length.



Probably cold, flabby, and dead. Echk.



Because of the vampire's severe height advantage over me (he being well over 6 ft and me just barely pushing 5'7"), I'm forced to lean my head back to keep looking at him. Scratch that; check him out is more like it.



An attractive, cute (in a manly man way) and straight nose sits just over those lovely lips and between his high cheekbones. Cheekbones any model in their right mind would kill to have. His firm, taught skin is as pale as marble, harboring absolutely no variation in skin tone. It looks cool to the touch. Icy and frigid. Yet so exotic and inviting. My fingers itch, twitching at my sides disobediently with the sudden urge to touch.



As unnatural as it is I can't seem to quell the slight attraction I seem to have to it.



Continuing to rove across his features I skip over his eyes (need to save those for last) and instead cast my gaze to his unruly mop of hair. For the most part, it's pure stark white. The kind of white that gleams brilliantly under UV lights at a rave party. But the bangs and other certain areas are streaked with black. Strange that it's both colors. But, what the hell. Not like I can complain considering the color of my hair. Which is, for the record, dyed green.



However; though untidy and looking like it had never seen a comb a day in its (un)life there is no denying the sexiness of the vampire's hair. Full, thick, and silky it falls every which way. Longer than the typical American male's, the ends just barely lick the nape of his neck. Mmmhm. Lick. The term 'hot mess' is immediately brought to mind. It's the kind of hair that a fag like me would love to run their fingers through, playing with each strand and kneading at the scalp wantonly. Hair that just about screams Look at me, look at me! I just had raunchy sex in the back of a pick up!



I'm damn near about to drool.



Almost completely hidden but just barely visible through the thick as fuck hair is a set of ears (just the right size and perfect shape; lucky bastard) riddled with piercings I can't see well in this piece of shit lighting.



My dick twitches. Wonderful.



Not my fault though. All my life, I've always had a thing for tattoos and piercings. Body art is the only kind of art for me. Besides, in any standard this guy is smoking hot (as long as you ignore those fucking scary teeth… Honestly, the only way they could be worse is if they looked like Mileena's).



I trace my way back down his face, my brown eyes becoming heavy lidded in expectation of what's to come. I feel a chill run down my spine and my heart palpitating even faster but for a completely different reason now. My breath picks up speed and I'm all but panting, mouth salivating, and eyes widening in anticipation. I know it's crazy and stupid and utterly ridiculous but my entire body is reacting. I can't help it. Yeah sure, he's an undead freak of nature. And yeah sure, he's probably gonna rip into me with those ginormous canines of his. And yeah, I know I'm probably gonna die tonight. Or at the very least get turned into a vamp like him (meaning I'll have teeth as bad as his, ewww). But hot damn, he's so freaking fine! Like a wet dream come to life for my viewing pleasure alone.



Beneath the cotton wife beater I'm clothed in I can feel my nipples swell from arousal. Hardened and sensitive as they are (they've always been crazy sensitive, especially after I got them pierced in high school) when they rub against my shirt I can only just barely stop a moan from rising.  I feel as my dick starts swelling as well, rising to the occasion (Atta boy!) within the confines of my royal blue basketball shorts. It's not exactly noticeable at the moment but if things keep going the way they are I'm gonna be tenting like crazy in these sweatpants.



Subconsciously, I begin slowing my perusal even more. Teasing myself. Savoring the moment. It's like some sick and twisted foreplay.



First thing I come across is a pair of neatly trimmed black brows. The left one embellished with a single silver bananabell piercing.



Oh dear Lord, I think I just jizzed!



Next are long, long, long eyelashes, thick and spread beautifully. They look amazing against the background of his too pale eyelids. Staring at them as I am, I come to the sudden realization that not once in the unknown minutes that I've spent staring at this man have I seen him blink. Not even a flutter. It's a reminder to me of our differences. Namely, I'm alive and he' dead. The dead have no need for blinking.



And even knowing this, I'm still kinda horny. I can't even blame this shit on teenage hormones. I'm 26 fucking years old. Granted, I've always been told I look (and act) younger than my years. But shouldn't I be above this? I mean, I've probably got to be the only person on the planet who's ever gotten hot and bothered from looking over a guy who's probably a minute from grinding my bones into dust.



But I digress. Back to the matter at hand.



All that's left are his eyes.



Stunning yet narrowed eyes that have been boring a hole into me this entire time. Intelligent all seeing eyes that I'm sure have picked up on ever emotional and physical reaction that I've exhibited so far. Intense and otherworldly eyes that are the purest honey gold with irises bordered by a black ring. The sclera, like so much of him, is pure white. The veins are completely absent; unnecessary. The pupil is like that of a snake. Thick at the top of the iris before tapering off to a point; they slash perfectly through the very center of all that striking gold. Though he's been silent all the while his eyes gleam maliciously with amusement, almost seeming to twinkle. The only spark of life in the walking corpse. The light from the bulb reflects off them like a mirror creating dancing reflections. Up close as I am, I can even see my own reflection perfectly reflected in their depths. Pale faced save for the reddened cheeks (wtf, how I can see color in his eyes?) and looking pretty pathetically meek.



He seems to be on the same train of thought as me, for at that moment his mouth splits into a wide Cheshire cat-like grin (ugh, those teeth!) and his eyes brighten with mirth, but only managing to come across as menacing and hungry. Hungry for some of my fresh Type O Negative blood, perhaps? They almost seem to glow with some inhumane force, getting brighter and brighter even as we stand here.



I can't look at them anymore. Too expressive. Too beautiful.



Too dangerous and creepy and wrong.



I'm hard as a rock.



Something about that glint of malice just beneath the surface gets my blood a boilin'.



Done perusing, my eyes zoom back in on those hellish teeth. Those creepy, creepy, freaky demon teeth.



"Isn't it a bit too early for Halloween?"



The words shock me. Because they came from me. In a total flirt voice!



Ugh! What the hell?! I've been told I have a nasty case of word vomit, but honestly. Just, ugh. It's freaky how in one quick moment I can go from staring down my future killer to chatting up a hot (dead) guy like it's a normal occurrence. Which it most assuredly is not.  On either point. I may be a bit of a flirt but I tend to typically keep that shit under wraps by admiring from afar. And as far as vampires/undead things go… not usually my type.



And to make matters worse, more than just having a pretty (though scary) face, he's got a dream body to go with. As I mentioned previously, he's well over 6 ft. Maybe even a full foot taller than myself. That gorgeous head I was admiring just moments ago rests on strong broad shoulders that lead to chiseled pale arms. His chest is wide, firm, and godly. Though hidden beneath a dark gray high collared vest (In this heat, really?), there's no doubt that he's got some serious muscle beneath it. Solid pecs and ripped abs, no doubt. (Dreamyyy.) Most definitely a wonderful v-shaped indent of his pelvis leading down his body. (Yum!) And he has perfect mile long, sturdy, athletic legs clad in thick black denim jeans and large feet nestled in a stylish pair of gray Converse All Stars. He doesn't look a day over 21.With his good looks and hunky bod, he could almost pass for the proverbial All American Boy. A dead one. But All American, nonetheless.  The full package in face and body.



And all of this nummy man-meat that I've just spent forever appraising leads to an ass I know to be perfectly gorgeous, yummy, and firm. How do I possibly know this? Well—



The vampire gives a short chuckle, voice low and delicious sending a wave of heat down my spine that causes me to shudder. Those lips of his part and he says nonchalantly in a deep voice, "How ya been, Seth?"



That's right.



I know him.



Very well, actually. Five measly years ago, we used to be the best of friends. Shared secrets, watched each other's back, hung out 24/7. The whole nine yards. That was before he managed to kick the bucket by choking to death on a marble during a game of Mancala with his (at the time) 10 year old baby brother.



Classy, I know.



"You gonna let me in, gorgeous," he asks, lips tilting back into a smirk.



Without missing a beat, I blink owlishly. "Sure, why not?"



He smiles lightly and steps forward, but as I move out of his way I can't stop myself from saying, "I thought you were dead."



For a moment, a split second in time, his pale, pale face grows rigid and blank. Gold eyes narrow and the light in them dims as his lips pull down into a frown. But this all passes by quickly, lost in the blink of an eye. He's laughing uproariously now. The change, the switch between emotions, was so swift that I almost feel like it had just been a trick of the lights. If it wasn't for the strange look that still remains in his eyes, that is. Staring at me with his unblinking gold gems, he says gently, "That's just silly, babe."



Unwillingly, I can't help but feel this overwhelming sense of relief at his words. So there is a practical, logical explanation for this.



Then his mouth twists into a grin so sinister I literally feel my bowels clench (which is so not a pleasant sensation).



"So very, very silly." He snickers. "I am dead."



Oh, shit.



End Part 1

Azrael is supposed to seem kind of unappealing on purpose. So if that's the way you feel, good. Vamps are often made too perfect and sexy in stories. You don't see their imperfections until later. I'm pretty much working backwards.



Seth is both attracted to and repulsed by how Z looks and what he is. Therefore the back and forth 'I'm horny-I'm not horny-I'm gonna die-but I'm horny' thing going on. Ever happened to anyone? Cuz its happened to me plenty of times. (Sans dying part)



I own all characters mentioned EXCEPT Mileena from Mortal Kombat. For those of you who don't know who she is, she's a character in the game dressed in purple who wears a veil over her mouth. Why? CUZ SHE HAS FUCKIN UGLY ASS TEETH, THAT'S WHY! http://fp.enter.net/~jkool/images/MK/mkwall/milteeth2.jpg