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A/N Part 2 of Forever Younger… Same warning as previous
“Tu n’es pas serieux? Tes parents? Je vais etre malade… I think I’m going to be sick. You are crazy, mon amour.” I ranted in the car next to him. I tried pouting but he just laughed at me.
“Come on Em. They have been bugging me for months now to meet my new boyfriend. You said it was okay if I told them I was with you, now we are reaping the rewards.” He was sarcastic, but I ignored it as I watched the boring land pass us by. It was true, I did say we could label ourselves as boyfriends if it made him happy. I could tell it did.
“You said you wanted to go on vacation with me. This is different. It is taking forever to get there. How far did you say it was? What do you call it again? Christmas? Who is going to be there? Do I have to behave or can I show my teeth in front of them? I want to be able to have a snack if I want one. Will they mind if I don’t eat anything? I mean food of course. I thought this holiday was for family? I suppose it is a human thing.” I ranted as he grinned and drove the car. He had grown to love it when I couldn’t stop talking around him. I rarely spoke to anyone else, so I supposed it made him feel special.
“Relax. It won’t be long. Just my closest relatives will be there. It just means more food for me, so don’t worry about it. I had my mum stock up on red wine for you. I didn’t want to tell them over the phone about you so…” His voice trailed off and he looked a bit worried. I patted his hand comfortingly and he smiled over at me. I understood his reluctance. There was a chance of a blow out over this.
I watched as snowflakes began descending onto the roads around us, painting the world white. It was beautiful in it’s cold freshness. It had been so long since I had celebrated Yule myself. I thought of winter as more of a nuisance for awhile now. It was inconvenient to hunt in and generally made wandering souls more scarce when I was forced to find my food. Now it just meant I had to pretend to be cold or risk making humans uncomfortable.
They frowned upon wearing t-shirts and shorts in the snow. Plus, blue skin was not a good look for me. I never seemed to realise that I was cold though. I would wander around until people stared at me in horror and crossed to the other side of the street. Leon just found it fascinating how I seemed not to notice that I was literally freezing solid. He said it felt neat to kiss someone who felt so cold in comparison.
We were pulling into a suburb of sorts again. This one unfamiliar to me, compared to my boyfriend’s neighbourhood. I looked at the neat looking houses strung up with lights and fake reindeer. They all seemed into the holiday spirit. It was just turning to dusk when we pulled into a driveway. It was long and had numerous other cars already parked on it. I checked out the various makes and models with interest. Leon was teaching me about cars.
I helped him pull out the bags once we had stopped. He insisted on taking the heavier ones, despite the fact that he knew I was much stronger than him. Maybe it helped him keep the illusion that he was more powerful, bigger or stronger than I was. I didn’t really care since I was lazy and didn’t really want to carry the bags anyways. I followed behind with a few small gift bags and a shoulder bag that was also a cooler with food for his mum.
“Leon! My boy! Good to see you. Come in, come in.” A very large, burly man waved us inside the warm house. We were divested of our bags so we could undress from our winter clothes. I heard a gasp as I pulled off my large fluffy jacket, turned to see what I assumed was his mum looking pale and was hauled into the kitchen with Leon suddenly.
“Leon, are you crazy!? You can’t have relations with a minor. You could lose your job or worse, go to jail. I thought you were trying to get over this fetish of yours? You were doing so well….” His mum was genuinely upset and his dad hugged her to him tightly.
“Mum let me explain….” Leon tried to butt in but his furious parents weren’t having it. It annoyed me that they just assumed I was being preyed upon. If only they knew. I grinned about the whole thing, I really couldn’t help myself.
“Don’t just stand there grinning, kid. This is a serious matter!” His dad barked at me. I shook my head and went over to Leon. I hugged him tightly, trying to comfort him in his distress over his parents’ reactions.
“Ne vous inquietez pas amour.” I said to him. “Do not worry. They wish for your safety, oui? It is only their worry speaking.” I let my age seep into my words and they both stared at me with wide eyes. They were beginning to realise I was not what I seemed.
“Mum, Dad, this is Emrys. Contrary to appearances he is a university student and older than I am.” Leon explained to his shocked parents. His dad gulped and seemed to think of something. He looked at me closely and I smiled. It seemed to confirm with him in unspoken communication. I gripped Leon a little tighter to me.
“I… I see. I am sorry son. My mistake. I’m glad you found… someone to suit your… needs.” His voice drifted quieter as he spoke. The mum looked at the dad like he had just lost his mind, but he shushed her and waved us off to meet with the rest of the gathered family. I winked on the way by.
“Everyone, I’d like you to meet my boyfriend Emrys, Em this is my family.” Leon was taking deep breaths, trying not to panic at the quiet that had fallen over the rest of the room. I bounded forward to an old man in a rocker and stuck out my hand.
“Nice to meet you. I hope you will be liking me. I like Leon very much.” I said in my thickly accented voice with a big smile. The old man seemed taken aback at first, but shook my hand carefully. I went around to each person and shook their hand like I was taught to in school. Then I bounded back to Leon with an excited grin.
“How am I doing? Did I do the shaking right?” I asked him as I grasped his sleeve. He broke out in laughter, causing a ripple of chuckles from the room.
“Yes, love. You did it perfectly. You are doing wonderful. Thank you for being so nice to my family.” He kissed my nose and I scrunched it with a silly face. I think he was patronizing me, but it made his family happy so I did not care.
“Em is it? Are you French? You have a very pretty accent.” An older woman said to me. I smiled politely.
“Thank you for your kind words. I lived in the area for many, many years, but now I am a friendly here in the Americas.” A younger woman overheard us and paled at the words, but I tried not to let it bother me. She whispered to the man next to her, not realising that I could overhear I am sure.
“Did he just say he was a friendly? Does that mean my brother is dating a bloodsucker?” The man looked over to us and I winked in his direction. He blinked but showed no other reaction. Interesting.
“Leave your brother be. At least he isn’t fucking a minor. Admit it, you thought he’d end up in prison after the playground incident.” She huffed but seemed to think twice about making a scene in front of everyone. I could tell it was going to take a few days before the humans… people in this family accepted me. I needed to stick close to my ‘boyfriend’.
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I could smell cooking food all the time. It was a little disheartening to know that eating any of it would make me violently ill. It did smell nice, in its own way. The spices clung to the air and masked the smell of humans crushed into too small a space. They ate away at the tarts, cookies, nuts and candies as they wandered the house. Back and forth everyone waltzed in a dance of conversation, politeness and holiday small talk.
I delved shallowly into each of their lives with introductions and meaningless chit chat. Learning just enough to say I knew them and not enough to say I cared. They were wary of me. They were watching me out of the corner of their eyes. They were relieved that I was not going to get Leon into trouble but realising I was indeed more trouble than they wanted him to be around.
Leon was proud of me in his own way. I think he secretly loved the fact that he had found a loophole to his sick obsession with youth. I loved the fact that I had a willing human to feed from whenever I wanted. It was a win-win for us both. I knew that he loved me in his strange, twisted way. It showed in the kisses he dropped on my hair, the way he stroked my skin gently when we were together, and the way he stared at me from across rooms when he thought I wasn’t looking.
Most people assumed that us bloodsuckers were emotionless. To a certain extent I supposed it was true. If we felt the same as we did when we were humans, then the brutality of what we did for so long to survive would destroy us. Like shell shocked veterans who had done or seen atrocities, we would potentially lose our minds. So, nature gave us a blunted sort of consciences. It allowed us to function and feel, just to a lesser extent.
It was with this sort of half-assed feeling that I found myself content with Leon. It was with a friendship and comradery that I accepted his love and obsession. It would have to be enough. I could emulate the cheerfulness, sadness, anger and other emotions well enough to make my company bearable to others. I felt the family around me beginning to relax their guards as I laughed, joked and played with the younger children on their video games.
I even sat at the table with them while they passed around more food, talked with their mouths open and drank too much wine. I joined them with a glass of my own. His mother made an excellent selection for the night’s red wine choice. It was full bodied and easy to drink. I winked at one of the children as I sipped from my glass, asking after how the food was. He said it was great as usual, and the adults all smiled and praised him.
I was shooed into the room with the family who were not supposed to help with dishes. I protested but they said it wouldn’t be right since I didn’t actually eat. I joined the crowd seated in front of the television starting to watch an old Christmas movie in black and white. I remember when the strange machines first came out. I didn’t like the static-y feel of being too close to the electrical box. The new ones are much better.
The dish washers came in to join us after the rumble of the dishwasher machine started. I felt Leon slip in behind me where I sat on the floor. He pulled me close, rubbing his half-chubby against my butt right there in front of his family. I just pretended to ignore him and watch the movie. Really I was listening to his breathing and the pounding of his pulse. I loved his warmth on my back. I wanted to extend my fangs and bite into him right there in the middle of the living room.
I had to struggle to keep my eyes neutral. I hissed a warning at him to cut it out, trying not to interrupt the movie or draw attention to us. He wasn’t listening. I grabbed his wrist before he managed to touch me inappropriately in front of his nieces and nephews. He was being a brat. We both knew it would have to wait before we could do anything. He was being an awful tease. I huffed and squirmed forward so I was sitting away from him.
“Come to the toilet with me.” He whispered in my ear. I glanced over my shoulder at him. He looked like he was pleading with me and in pain. I sighed and got up to go to the bathroom in the hall. Who did he think I was fooling with it? Everyone here probably knew that our kind did not piss. I went and stood in the hall outside the door, waiting for him to get up and follow me. He grabbed my hand on the way by and pulled me into the room.
The door closed and he was hauling me up onto the vanity to kiss me furiously. I let him dominate my mouth with his teeth and tongue. I panted at the racing pulse so close to me. He smelled so good right now. He had been eating sweets and drinking alcohol all evening. It made him like a delicious treat, reeking of sugar and wine. I licked my lips as he pulled away and felt the change come over me.
He yanked my shirt up and bit my nipples, making me cover my mouth to stifle my moans. His hands thrusted into my jeans, grasping my cheeks and squeezing them roughly. He tore them open and pulled them down to my ankles. They were only staying on me because my shoes wouldn’t let them slip off. He fondled my boyish parts, not really caring if his hands were too harsh on the sensitive skin. I didn’t care, I was off in my own world of enjoying the smell and feel of him.
He picked me up and pushed me against the back wall. My legs were wrenched up into one arm and he sunk into me without preparation. I hissed from the burning feeling as he pushed himself deep. It stretched me so wide I could feel the tearing inside. Lucky for him I heal so quickly and don’t feel the pain of it too much. My own blood was probably acting as lube when he finally began pounding inside me.
I closed my eyes and threw my head back, letting my body go limp in his arms except what I absolutely needed to stay up on the wall. His body sweated a little as he wrecked me in his parents’ little powder room. I felt his orgasm coming, so I opened my eyes and prepared to take a nice big bite. The door swung open just as my teeth began to sink into the flesh on his neck. I growled a little at the shocked faces of the young man and his son.
It was his brother in law and little nephew standing there as he f*cked me on the wall and I tore his shoulder open to feed. I met their eyes unflinching. This was what we were. After a moment too long, the father put his hands over the boy’s eyes so he couldn’t watch us any more. I saw the growing meat in his pants as I licked Leon’s wound closed, satisfied. Leon grunted and painted my insides with his seed.
When he pulled out, I felt the slight drip down my legs and I struggled to stand when my feet hit the ground. He apologized to his brother in law and pulled my pants up hastily. We went into the hall to readjust before going back into the living room. I was still panting and trying to get my change under control. I licked my lips and could still taste him on me. The wetness in my underwear made me shift from one foot to the other.
The other two had finished and come out of the bathroom. The brother in law looked uneasily at us, nut I knew it was because he had inadvertently become aroused from seeing us like that. I could still smell it on him faintly and I had to hold back a groan. The child stood in front of me still wide eyed from before. His dad asked him to just forget what he saw in the bathroom, but we all knew that would not happen any time soon.
“Did Uncle Leon say you could drink his blood?” The kid asked frankly. I smiled, my teeth not quite put away and my eyes still shining their faint red from after glow. I love how children have no qualms or filters.
“Yes, your uncle gave me permission. As I have given my permission for him to touch me and be my boyfriend. When you are older, I hope you find someone you can like enough to want to stay with.” I replied gently. The two other men seemed relieved at my words.
“Hmm. I think kissing is okay, but that other stuff was weird. I don’t think I want to do that. My mom says she’s glad my uncle isn’t a pezzo-file. I like that you made him smile more. Are you going to come back for Easter?” I blinked at all that, and chuckled slightly at the embarrassed look the other two had on their faces. The kid was incorrigible. I liked him. I took his arm linked in mine and we went back to the living room together.
“Yes, I would love to come for Easter.”
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