Zach Caldwell Posted October 18, 2014 Report Share Posted October 18, 2014 Zane trudged into the classroom barely before the bell and quickly looked around. Of course there was only one seat left; the one next to the mysterious Zander. No one was even sure what or even if he had a last name. Zane didn't really mind sitting with Zander but it seemed everyone was pushing them to be together because no one wanted to sit near either of them. Zane or Zane Grey Hill, to give his full name, and yes, his dad had been a big fan of the Western writer when Zane was born. Now he was more of a fan of Jack Daniels. Zane was hardly the big cowboy his dad had wanted at 5’ 7” and 140 pounds. Zane had a secret that no one knew and no one was going to know until he was well away from this town. He was gay. And he was beginning to fall for Zander. Zander looked up as Zane sat beside him and gave one of his rare small smiles. Zander was bigger than Zane at 5’ 10” and 160 pounds but not by much. Zander had two secrets: one, he was gay; that had taken a couple hundred years to figure out and another hundred to come to terms with; two, he was a vampire. Zander had been turned when he was 16 and at 416 years old he had spent the last hundred years looking for a mate. The only reason he was back in school now was Zane. He made sure they had as many classes together as possible so he could watch over Zane. Zane always hurried home as soon as school let out. He wanted to get in and grab clothes for tomorrow and snacks for his supper and breakfast before his dad got home. If his dad caught him there he always got yelled at and often got smacked around and his mom was no help. She just watched or locked herself in the bathroom for a while. It was now mid-October and Zane added a blanket to his backpack and took off. Out the kitchen door, through the backyard and into the woods, Zane hurried to the cave he had found and where he spent most nights. Zander watched from the woods as Zane settled in the cave and started on his homework. Zander shook his head at Zane’s lack of concern for the presence of any wild animals. Not once in all the times he had stayed in the cave had Zane checked to see if anything lived in it. Zander knew there was nothing to worry about because he had long since taken care of the bear that used to call the cave home and he made sure nothing else took up residence in Zane’s cave. But Zane didn't know that Zander watched over him nearly every night that he spent there. The next morning the first person Zane saw at school was Zander coming down the hall. Again Zane got a small slight smile from Zander when he nodded as they passed each other. “Hey, faggot!” Donnie Briscoe practically yelled. “You and your weirdo boyfriend got anything planned for Halloween? You better keep a sharp lookout. If I catch you out it’ll be a trick for you. Ha, ha, ha!” Donnie Briscoe, 6’ 2” and 195 pounds, was the quarterback, only because his dad bought equipment for the team, and the bane of Zane’s existence. Donnie went out of his way to taunt and bully Zane. Most of the time it wasn't too bad, Zane could fight just well enough to get away after only a punch or two and fast on his feet. Donnie was too lazy to chase and his cronies were too fat. They were what passed for linemen on the football team. Zane ignored Donnie and went on to his class. The rest of the day went fine but as he was leaving the school Donnie tried to corner him. Zane was once again too quick for Donnie and took off down the road. “I’m going to get you on Halloween, faggot! You just watch and see! This was pretty much how Zane’s life went right up to Halloween. Then life played a nasty trick on him. His dad was already home when Zane got there and he was already drunk. Zane managed to slip into his bedroom unseen then dropped a book alerting his dad that he was there. “Thought you could sneak by me didn't ya, you little punk!” His dad’s words were a bit slurred by the alcohol. “I think I need to teach you some respect.” “I just didn't want to disturb you is all. I know how hard you work.” Zane laid it on thick hoping to appease his dad to no avail. “Too late for that,” said his dad as he raised his hand. It came down on Zane’s shoulder as he tried to avoid the strike but there wasn't much room to maneuver. The smacks started coming from both hands and as hard as his dad could hit. Finally he grew tired and walked out. Zane pulled himself up, grabbed his backpack and limped out of the house toward his sanctuary in the cave. However the tricks weren't over yet. There on the path was Donnie and his crew. Zane was too close by the time he noticed them to get away, especially after the beating he had taken from his dad. After a couple punches to his gut Donnie decided to have a different kind of fun with Zane. “Strip him!” he directed his buddies. Meanwhile Zander was getting worried as he watched the path leading to the cave; Zane was never this late getting there unless he run into trouble. A cool breeze brought a familiar scent to Zander’s nose. Blood! He took a couple of deep breaths and realized this scent was very familiar. It was Zane’s blood! Zander tore off down the path in a blur hoping to get there in time. Zane struggled against Donnie and his goons as they tried to strip his clothes. This earned him more punches to the abs, ribs and his face until he passed out. The group finally was able to rip his clothes from his limp body. Donnie pulled the snap apart and started to unzip when he was thrown 10 feet down the path from the impact of Zander running into him. Zander then turned to the others, bared his fangs and growled. They pissed themselves as they tried to get their fat asses away from a suddenly real Halloween monster. After making sure they left Zander turned to Zane kneeling down to see if he was still alive. Barely breathing and with a weak heartbeat Zane was just hanging on by a thread. Zander tenderly scooped him up and as quick as he could without jostling Zane carried him to the cave. Zander lowered him onto the blanket and checked his vitals again. They weren't good. Zane moaned then and opened his eyes to find Zander hunched over him with his fangs still showing. Zander realized why Zane’s eyes got so huge and retracted the fangs but thought it was too late; Zane would be afraid of him now. “I don’t care,” whispered Zane, “I still love you!” Zane figured there was no sense denying it now; he wasn't going to last much longer anyway. He could feel the energy escaping his body. Now it was Zander’s time to have widened eyes. The boy he had searched for for over a hundred years loved him but he was dying. Zander knew there was a chance to save him but he hadn't tried to turn anyone since his failed attempt 250 years ago. He had to try though. This was Zane. His Zane! Zander stripped naked then laid down next to Zane in a sixty-nine position. He swallowed all of Zane’s beautiful cock and sunk his fangs into the soft skin of Zane’s groin. He slowly savored both the blood and the cock before injecting the venom into Zane’s body. He backed off the cock, laid his head on Zane’s thigh and waited for what seemed like an eternity. It was actually only about ten minutes when Zane started groaning and shaking as the venom took effect. Before he could give Zane any directions of what to do Zane swallowed his cock sucking on it a bit before he bit into the soft skin around Zander’s uncut cock and started sucking blood as well as tonguing his cock. After a bit Zander pushed Zane off his cock and pulled him to his feet. He held Zane out at arm’s length checking him out. Satisfied that Zane would ‘live’ Zander looked into his green eyes and muttered, “I love you, too!” Then he pulled Zane in for a fierce hug before attacking his mouth in a passionate kiss which Zane returned in full. ******************************* Please remember to read all the Contest submissions and vote for your favorite in the Thank you for participating and watch for the contest results at Midnight on October 30, 2014 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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