Name: Purusha
Title: The Sound of Pianos
Part: one
Series: original
Category: Slight taboo, slightly dark and abuse…more toward the end through, it's one of those fics that really don't have a category.
Subcategory: original
Rating: R
Warnings: Homosexual relations (male/male) so you know…not for unenlightened people. A little violent and has sexual situations.
E-mail: Marie_Peacecraft@yahoo.com
Site: ahh…none yet
Chapter one: The Performance.
The beautiful sound of the piano wafted through the small French 1700 style house. The darkness shifted through the night and people shuffled into the small house to hear the magnificent young performer as he sat at the shined ebony black piano. The pianist sat caressing the ivory keys with his fingers and swaying his upper body to the movements of his hands. His white gloves shined brightly in the candle lit room, and his long blonde hair tied back into a neat ponytail, was also shinning with the intensity of the dim yellow light the candles gave. People young and old, men and women sat on the worn but not neglected oak chairs and padded couches. The room was undersized and old, but still had that warm sense to it. The young performer let his fingers dance along the keys and played soft crisp sounds that form a harmony that would even impress the greatest composers of the time. His black boots tapped slightly against the wooden floor and he let the smooth melody slip through his long fingers into the night air. Then the soft music became a deeper dark pitch and then flew to a high end. Both of his hands now worked the keys harder and faster letting the tension of the music build, his emerald eyes brighten with more fixation on the song. Then he arched his back moving his fingers faster till they reached a high within him that sent goose bumps down his back and arms. Then he hit his last note. Quickly he pushed his hands off the keys and dropped them to his sides. There was an outpour of clapping and polite cheering that came form the group of listeners. The fair-haired man stood up, flipping the tails of his jacket and bowed, smiling. Most of the people left right after the song or they begged him to play another. But it was the pianist rules, one song on one night, and that how it was. He played one song every night on the full moon, and each one was as hauntingly exquisite as the last. As he laughed with a small group of cronies that had stayed, his eye caught a man he had never seen before. His skin seemed unearthly pale and his hair was a jet black. It was also tied into a lose ponytail and curled slightly at the ends. His blue eyes flickered in the candlelight… He wore a scarlet and gold vest and the finest of black dress pants. Over of which he wore a thick black trench coat and a black top hat. His black boots were of fine leather and were polished and shined to their fullest. All together, his attire was exquisitely pomp, and had to be one of the rich noblemen. The dark man chatted with a woman that he knew very well. An Italian girl named Sisera Gerbani; she was an opera singer and performer of the arts. Yuki had played for her many times in the theater on their piano. She was absently beautiful; long chestnut brown hair rolled in curls down her back to her upper legs and she had the deepest set of violet eyes the pianist had every seen. To say that he held affection for her would be an understatement, since he had saw her when he was about thirteen and she nine, he knew at that young age when she came to be he would ask for her hand in marriage. Then, who was his man with her? Yuki fixed his collar and strolled to the two wandering from his group. "Lord, lady how are you this evening?" he asked them. Sisera whirled around to look at the tall man before her, "Oh Yuki, it's you!" she said happily, "Splendid music, I have to say it was the most wonderful piece yet!" Yuki's smiled beamed, "You say that every time, my dear." Sisera pointed her finger at him, "Then it's the truth…oh, this is Lord Eden. This is his frist time to see you perform" Yuki put out his hand; "Lord Eden I hope my performance tonight was to your liking?" The other man shook his hand in engage, grinning slightly, "Yes, your song sounded like it was sent from the heavens." Yuki noticed his hands where ice cold, but still the summer night wasn't cool at all except for an occasionally breeze. But his face, high cheekbones smooth ivory skin bright blue eyes, only if he was a women he would have him in his bed in a week, but a man? That was unjust and wrong…or at least he was taught that. And again his eyes, where bluest, like looking into the depths of the ocean and shined brightly but you still couldn't read his expression, or what was behind them seem to be a total mystery. Yuki seemed memorized by him till Sisera shook him from his thoughts, "Lord Yuki, I would like to come to my performance on Tuesday, would you come? And Lord Eden, it would be an honor for you to also attend." The performer pulled his gazed from the other man, "Oh yes, my dear I would be delighted." Eden dropped his hand, "And when will I be able to hear your voice?" "Oh the grand opening is at eight o'clock at St. Mary's Theater." The man smiled, "Very well, I'll be there" He looked out at the window, the blinds were open and the dawn was soon going to come up in a few hours. "I will have to be going, I must get back before daybreak, I have an important meeting with the merchants of my plantation and I must be there before noon" Sisera looked up surprised, "Oh my, then me and Daniel need to go back home, I don't want father to worry. I didn't realize how late it was." The blonde laughed, "Yes indeed, tell the Master of the house I said that it was a delight to have you and your brother here and I'm sorry he couldn't make it." She put out her hand and Yuki kissed it, "Yes, yes everyone in France has seemed to be getting the chills lately. Well I'll see you two gentlemen on Tuesday." Both of the men gave their farewells to her and her brother as they left and after that most of his friends went too, giving their goodbyes and handshakes. Yuki waved his last guests farewell and shut the old wooden doors. After he locked the double bolts, the pianist turned to head to his room for the night. He grabbed a lantern and proceeded up the stairs. His small row home stairs creaked with every step he took and the light from the lantern reflected in the glass of paintings that hung in the hall of paintings he had either painted himself or bought. For sure, he lived in Paris, the most artistic place in Europe and being a young composer and painter he had found his home. Most of his family sailed to America when he was very young but he stayed back with his uncle and grandmother. Since a war broke out on the colonies and Britain, his uncle went on the navy to help the Americans and his grandmother soon passed away shortly after his departure. He sighed as he walked down the narrow hallway his footsteps echoed as he proceeded to his room putting down his lantern on the small nightstand and removed his garments, putting on a nightshirt he slipped into bed. It was too hot, or not to say hot but just warm enough to kick the thin sheets off of him. He turned to his side thinking of his performance and the group of people that came, one day a famous composer would walk through his doors. For instance Mozart or Beethoven, but that was wishful thinking of course…. Yuki closed his eyes thinking of the new piece he should compose on the next moon.
Yuki opened his eyes; light poured into the cracks of the wooden olive color shudders. "Morning…already?" Moaning he turned over wiping his eyes, except for the small streams of light his room still looked to be night. Trying to wake up he stared at the dust particles that floated about through the lights. Then, he felt a cold hand on his neck that sent chills down his back, he wanted to turn around but for some reason he didn't. There…was something behind him. The thing laid next to him, that hand still stroking his bare neck but still he couldn't move. The creature had to be a human at least, or no bigger then a full-grown man. He noticed its warm breath on his ear, as the hand caress the white column of his neck and he felt its lips brushing against it. At that moment Yuki was able to turn himself around almost falling over the bed but the creature did pull him under it. Yuki's eyes where closed just for the fact that he was scared of what he would see, a monster that would tear off his head and eat his flesh, or Death with his bony fingers and black cloak would take him away to the fiery layer of Hell. When he opened his eyes he saw a man with long raven black hair that made a black curtain around their faces so it was hard to make out the other man's features. "Yuki…Yuki J. Bach a great performer that's poor and lives in a broken down row home, I know, I would have found you here, I must say you where truly splendid," the man's voiced said in a silken tone. "L-Lord Eden?! Why…where what are you-." Eden put his finger to Yuki's lips, interrupting him, "Shhh, you…my friend are as pure as they come please don't spoil this with words." Yuki's eyes shot open as Eden pressed his mouth on his. Then, Eden bit down on Yuki's lower lip drawling blood from the wound and sucked the liquid. Vampire.... Yuki shuddered, he wanted to move but he seemed to be paralyzed again. The vampire let go of his mouth and tilted Yuki's head to get a clear vision of his neck. He sunk in fangs into his bare flesh, Yuki yelped at the pain that was inflicted and, the vampire drank his blood, draining it from his body. Yuki's hands gripped tightly on Eden back. He felt his life being drained from his body, and death was coming closer, he got dizzy and the area around his eyes started to haze. This is how he was going to die, he was no older then twenty-fife and this is how he was going to leave the world being drained by a demon. But then he let go of his neck and pulled his lips to Yuki's smearing a line of blood from his neck to his mouth. Eden grabbed Yuki by the wrist and held him there, kissing him deeply. His pulse was throbbing in his lower lip from before and this man that was draining the blood from him. Eden let him go, but still Yuki had no movement in his body. He looked at the beautiful man on top of him with the same fixation he had at the performance. But now, it was different he was a different, a vampire, the most feared being in all of Europe. Yuki trembled terribly and his breathing was uneven. He couldn't talk he couldn't move, it was like he was maimed and he would never stand again. That pulsing that ripped through his body and oh how intense it was, he could feel it every vein every capillaries and very muscle throbbed. Then, the vampire leaned down his head to the composer's ear "My Yuki…don't be scared…" And with that he was gone….
Yuki's eyes shot open and he tumbled out of his bed…. A dream? He thought, just a nightmare...nothing more but was it…he checked his neck and there was no bite marks and his lips were fine… A nightmare…Just a nightmare….
Yuki shook himself from the dream and dressed quickly, it had to be at least noon or later. He cursed himself for making his performances so late at night; he was unemployed but lived off what he can, doing paintings and composing music. He gathered up his art supplies and canvases, they where a bit to carry but he was able to manage. He would sit mostly near the Eiffel tower or Notre Dame to capture their magnificence, or sit on the side streets by the small open markets and paint portraits for people or just to sell his work. He would make about 50 franks a day, which in that time was a lot for an artist. Then he had to paid Oliver, a market owner, to set up to do his drawings in his stand. "Oliver when are you going to open?" The English man tilted his head and he finished putting the peaches and lemons on their wooded stands. "Ah, I have to say around two, only if that bloody mat maker doesn't hog all the customers today" Yuki laughed, "A mat maker is putting you out of business, already?" "Aye, they all come here with there fancy silk and cottons and set up in the booth next to mine and all the people look at the pretty things, pretty things not food like they should!" Setting up his canvas and charcoal on the small metal plate next to the upside down orange crate he was sitting on the French man smiled, "You know people, want to have to best of everything my pal" "Poppycock! I have the best fruits this side too the border of England!" "Well if you stop gabbing so much about England, maybe more will come, you know we are at war." Oliver sighed and twisted his small flaxen beard around his finger, "If you say so old chap but…you think because we are helping the colonies Britain will declare war again?" "Well we have been squalling for so many years now, and we just got over the seven year war I wouldn't be surprised if France does" Then there was a knock at one of the posts Oliver sighed and looked up at the man, he was covered in a black cloak and a black top hat, none of his skin was uncovered except for his face that was still bent forward making a shadow over his eyes and nose, his hands were in white piano gloves and he had knee high black boots. "We don't open for another hour" The man glance at Yuki, "I came here for a portrait not food" he said somewhat coldly. Oliver sighed and walked back over to fixing his fruits and Yuki told the man to sit on the pine chair in front of him. Yuki hurried to set up the white sheet and his utensils as fast as he could, he also took off his jacket folding it neatly to the side of him and rolled up his sleeves and put on his bi-focal. "If you don't mind mister, we are going to be in the shade so would you please take off your hat?" "Oui," and he took of his hat and placed it to the side of him, Yuki's eyes widen as he recognized the man. "Oh lord Eden a pleasure seeing you again" He smiled cunningly and placed his hands on his lap, "So you remember me, what a delight" He nodded, "Okay, can you move your head to the side a few centimeters?" "Like this?" he asked "Yes very good," and Yuki picked up his pad and started to sketch. He pulled his arm straight and with his pencil measured his face. Again he was a very handsome man, and a wonderful specimen to draw. A high cheekbone, flawless skin and thin lips, his face was very angular which made him easier to do. "Comment tappelles-tu?" Eden asked, "I see you're an artist also, my, my dear boy you seem to be very talented" Yuki blushed, "Ah, oui merci, ca va et vous?" "Bien beaucoup bien" The conversation seemed to stop as Yuki sat there drawing Eden. It appeared so quiet at the market today, the light scratching noises of the pencil seemed so loud in his ear. There were there clatters of horse hooves and people moving about but they seem faint. Yuki lost all sense of whatever were round him just the paper and the object he was drawing. It only took him twenty minutes to finish; he measured a last few points on his face and put his pencil down, "Okay Lord, does this suit your taste?" The gent stood up and stepped in back of the virtuoso artist studying his work; Yuki felt a chill when Eden pressed his front side to his back, feeling the warmth of his chest through his thin shirt. The man pulled his arm over Yuki's shoulders and he grasped the picture with his hand and turned his head to the artist. "Is this how you see me?" "Huh?" "I see, in artists," he spoke in a glossy tone, "that what you draw is what you see, is that how you see me?" "Y-yes" he flushed, "if there is something wrong I can change it" "No, no" Yuki quickly scribbled his signature on the sheet, ripped it out and handed it to Eden, and then he shook his head, "No, no dear boy you keep it, just wanted to take in your views, adieu," he got up, took his hat and went to leave. "Lord Yuki, would you like my come to my manor tonight and give a private performance for the group of individuals that I will be having over for dinner." The blonde put down his pad, "Mister I can only write a new song on the full moon…." "Then play the one you did last night," he said tipping his hat, throwing a few franks at his feet and strolled out of the market place. Yuki blinked for a moment and then Oliver put his hand on his shoulder. "I don't like that fellow one bit" he muttered, "not a bit." Yuki rolled the paper up and tied it, "How come?" "They say that he's a bloody demon. Yes, he sucks the life out of human and eats their flesh" The artist expressed mirth but his insides shuddered with the dream he had the last night, "Why do you say?" Oliver pealed an orange and sat next to Yuki on the dusty floor, "he's a new chap, came from Transylvania, but he talks with an English accent," He looked around and then gave half the orange to Yuki. "He lives on a big plantation deep in the Grande Foire forest…I heard there been a lot of deaths among his slaves, suck dry of there blood and their heads have been eaten…and they say he only comes out at night and when he's in the day, just walks in the shadows…canoodling with the youth and then killing them for a meal." He laughed at his friend, "A demon? You know they don't exist!" Grumbling Oliver stood up brushing himself off, "I be warning you, I just don't want a youth like you to perish." Yuki plopped a slice in his mouth and started to gather up his things, "I'll come back tomorrow, and I have to practice for tonight" Oliver waved his hand causally, "That bloody basterd could of given you a bit more notice." He gibed. "We just met yesterday," he said putting on his brown jacket and balancing his things under his arm, "See you Oliver" Yuki left to go back to his home, just to clean up and dress…because he had slept in so late by the time he was done it would be nightfall. Bathtubs were rare at this time; only the rich would have them. However Yuki wrote a song for a noble when his daughter was ill. The daughter told her father if she can hear music she would get better. So the father heard of the young performer, though he was only thirteen at the time he could play as well as any pianist. The boy played for the father and the young girl…you know what…she did get better. Him and his girl have been close every since and the father was so grateful he bought the performer's family another bed set and a bathing tub. The girl, Sisera also has never missed a performance after that. The tub Yuki had to fill it up with his own water-thus there was no inside plumbing- and that taken up most of his time. He dressed in his best attire, a white neck shirt with a black and gold vest, black dress pants and boots, an olive green double-breasted wool jacket and white piano gloves. This, he also, inherited from his uncle at a young age, before it was too large, but now it fit his lean body like a glove. He pulled his floor length hair in a ponytail with a black ribbon. After fixing himself up and getting his sheet music in order it was dusk and the streets where getting quiet. Yuki walked out into the night air. The streets were already becoming still except for random cat or poor men rustling through the garbage or burning crates. He was going to walk to the end of the corner and ask a fellow friend to borrow a horse to ride to Eden's well-known plantation. (there where almost none in France at this time) Before he could get off his own steps a buggy pulled up from the mist on the streets, the loud clunking of the two huge draft horses that pulled it echoed through the hallow roads. The black and sliver carriage pulled to his steps and the old black man who had the reins looked at the boy. He was hunched over with his white beard and frayed hair stuck out from the black hooded coat. "You, Yuki Bach?" he said in a low raspy voice. "Y-yes" He stuttered he had never seen someone who had look like that death was at his or her feet, this man looked so old that he would keel over anytime now. Death was something that Yuki feared the most; he hated the whole fact of it. Life he looked upon as a remarkable thing that should never end. Young or old, women or man, poor or rich, it was just the most wonderful thing to witness and feel yet, it scared him to see someone that had the dark cloaked figure over there shoulder. "Get in" the old man commanded, "Master Eden is a waitin'" He nodded and crawled into the back of the buggy and then the old man whipped the horses into a trot. Yuki sighed as the bumpy ride shook him around a little, he was quiet till they left the main road and started into the forest. "So, what is you name?" "Plat…." The man horsed, "Plat, but my real name in John Qickstine" "Then," he said quietly, "you're a slave?" "Then watta an old black man doin' in the place like this…. sellin' pumpkins?" Yuki glanced down at his feet, "Well, I-I just thought…I'm not like Lord Eden, I don't believe in slavery" "Nah, all you white man are the same…" he turned his head to Yuki, his eyes looked ghastly white to his dark chestnut skin. "Boy, be careful master been bein' crazed, he's been eaten his slaves" Yuki laughed again, "Yes, yes I heard that people think he's a vampire" "Vampire? He no vamp he's a monster straight from the fiery pits of hell" He shift uneasily in his leather seat, "I...um…okay I'll be careful" The rest of the ride was silent till they pulled up to the mansion. The performer was is awe at the massive Victorian house. The old man told him to just to knock and a servant would come to bring him to the music room. It seemed it took an hour for a servant to come and get him. When she came she brought him to the depths of the manor. Down winding staircases and wide-open corridors, ivory marble floors and walls, gold and sliver items, weapons from hundred of hundreds of years ago incased in glass. The servant took him to a fairly large room with a lot of oak chairs and then a small yet elegant stage with a large English piano in the middle. "Get ready, Master Eden and his guest will be here soon" she said and turned heel and left. Yuki looked at the open door, down the hall, then sighed and went to the piano. It had to be one of the biggest he had ever seen and brand new, it must have been imported from England. He ran his hands down the keys lightly so they made no noise. Polished and shined. The slave who attended it must have worked their arms to the bone buffing it so nicely. He sat down lighting the candles that where on top of the interment and put his music on the stand. He practice scales and did a few warm ups. Then, he felt a hand on his shoulder. Turning quickly he looked at Eden with shock, he didn't even hear him enter the room. Then, he glanced at the room and it was filled with people chitchatting among themselves. "Lord Eden how…" he laughed, "Oh my I must have been lost in the music I didn't even hear you and your guest come in" Eden smiled and nodded, "Play" "Do I get to an-"? "Play" he ordered. Yuki bit his lip and nodded, Eden was acting a bit strange but he was a guest in his house and he should do what he is told. He put his hands on the keys running his fingers up and down them, He didn't play the one he did the other night, This song was very special to him, it was the one he played when he was only a small boy, the one he played to make that girl healthy again. Even though he fixed up a couple of sluggish notes and childish contrast, too make it sound more professional. Eden never let go of his shoulder watching him closely as he played. The melody filled up the room and Yuki was lost in that trance. Yet, now something was different, how he played, how his fingers graced the ivory keys, how the dim light of candles lit up the room. It seemed so eerie and yet so exciting. It was different almost to an intoxicated state; he had never felt like this when he played. Full excesy of the music and he never wanted to stop. Eden bent down to the performers head. "You wrote this?" His voiced sounded faint in his ear, almost far away, "Yes" he answered closing his eyes, filling his body of this feeling, his hands seemed numb and his body tingled but he kept playing his song. "You will die one day and your music will die with it, you will grow old and have death whisk you away to it's dark pits." Yuki moaned at the thought and turning his head, leaning it on the other man's shoulder and still moving his arms and hands on the piano. "You" he purred, "you are afraid of death, I can smell it…the thought runs chills ripping through your body and fear swelling in your head…do you want to have your music to be heard for centuries and centuries, to be loved and admired for all years on his Earth, my friend do you want to live forever embracing the world with your beauty?" Yuki gasped as Eden titled his head, "Yes, yes I want it to be unending" "Lovely" he snickered bent his head forwarded, withdrawing his fangs and sinking them into this white flesh. The music abruptly stopped and the pianist lifted his hands from the piano and onto the vampire's head. He yelled in pain pleading for him to stop and the pain rocketed though his body. The people in the room started laughing and clapping, voices swirled around him and he felt dizzy and again that fear plunged deep into his stomach as another thrilled scream pulled from his throat, then it went black. * * * Yuki opened his eyes and sat up quickly glancing around to his surroundings. He was in a bedroom that was almost pitch black; the see through white lace fabric on the canopy bed made it even harder to get what was around him. A candle in the corner was the only thing lighting up the room. The heavy black and scarlet curtains where drawn over the windows so, even it was day it looked to be night. There were just a few random pieces of furniture and that was about it, a writing desk, a nightstand and a bed. The room itself was small but still very, very elegant. He looked down at himself; he wasn't in his cloths he came in with but a long cream color nightshirt. "I see your up" Yuki whirled around; he heard that voice but no on was there, "Where are you?! What did you do to me?" "I am right here" he appeared from thin air to the side of the bed. The other man yelped in fear and scrambled backwards up against the bedpost. "What are you!" "I…" he laughed, " am a vampire…and so are you, for now" Yuki looked at the vampire his eyes wild in fear, "No…no! I am not one of those demons" Eden laughed again, "You wanted to be eternal you never wanted to die…I gave you that gift you should be thanking me" "No…I…Not like this" The blacked haired man sat upon the bed and put out his hand to Yuki, "how do you feel?" Yuki blinked and notice he was hungry…but it was different an unbelievable hunger that almost left him shaking. "You…what have you done to me!" He smiled wickedly, "Now, you are a new born…I could leave you here to die, or come with me and live forever…your music would be forever" Yuki tarred, why was this so frighten he shook his head 'no'. But he looked into Eden's blue eyes and felt like he could trust him, or it was the fact he now could see emotion in his eyes, really not sure what, but still emotion. The composer took the vampire's hand but then, Eden moved so quickly that Yuki didn't even notice he was on his back with the vampire on top of him. "W-what are you doing?" he shrieked "Every vampire is different, how can I know how you work if I can't come inside of your mind?" "No! Two men are sinful! We would be damned to hell if-." Eden put his finger to Yuki's lips interrupting him, "We are already damned to hell" He looked at the older vampire with his eyes have open, that spell that he worked on him back at the performance…he was using it again. Now he had that desire to lay with him. Eden propped himself on his elbows, so not to crush Yuki and pressed his lips against the young performer's tasting him, opening his lips and letting his tongue wander through out his warm mouth. Yuki shut his eyes tight and wrapped his arms around his waist pulling him closer, feeling his warm body against his. He ran his hands down his black silk hair gasping when Eden moved his mouth to his neck and undoing the button of the night shirt. The blonde looked up at the ceiling, what was he doing? He admitted that there had to be a spell on him and that when he first saw this man he thought he was beautiful…but this? Eden kisses became harder and he yanked off the other man's nightshirt, leaving him bare and naked. Yuki shivered as Eden pressed his body to his. Eden's mouth moved slowly to his neck and collarbone, then his chest tasting his flesh. Yuki gasped and bucked his hips to the older vampire's. The older vampire took his fingers and ran it down the performer's sooth chest, cutting his soft skin with his sharp nails. Compressed his finger inside the slit of his, widening it. Forcing his fingers into his layers of skin. Blood flowed heavily off his chest, staining the off-white sheets. Yuki tried to get out of his grasp the pain was horrendous. Although, he couldn't again he seemed paralyzed, and this man was almost pulling the skin off him. Eden slipped his hand under his skin. Feeling his bare throbbing muscles watching as blood swelled from under his hand and run down his wrist, he caressed the naked fleshy tissue and running his nails down the twitching masses. He slowly pulled up the skin off from his chest, licking the insides of his flesh and savoring the sweet blood. Tonguing his red-stripped muscles. It hurt, oh God it hurt…but he couldn't scream but it mixed with the spell and almost how he felt at the performance that compelling emotion that is mixed with pain, pleaser, and excitement. His world, his mind it felt was expanding…not as in making love to Eden, but…it has to be the fact of him turning into a vampire, his body shedding of human flesh and mixing with the dead. His mind, his subconscious was intensifying with knowledge, with experience, with things he would have never of seen as a mere mortal man…was this his turning? His frist experience as a vampire? He was wakened from his thought by Eden's deep voice. "Drink" Yuki eyes widen, still feeling a little intoxicated by his mind and raised a brow, "Pardon?" The vampire had his shirt off and he was now sitting more up on the younger man, he pushed his wrist to Yuki's mouth, "drink" He didn't question and took Eden's wrist with both of his hand, pressing his mouth against it and withdrawing his new fangs sunk his teeth into the pale flesh, feeling his teeth tear through his soft tissue, letting the blood swell into his mouth. Why….why was this so good? He heard that throbbing pulse in his ears, pounding against his eardrums. He felt like he was tangled in a sheet of blood, sticky blood that pumped from his chest, down his legs and smeared on the sheets. This is what he is now…. a vampire.