The Kiss of the Vampire - 1. Chapter 1

Kiss of the Vampire
And so, it begins
1840
In the shadowy recesses of Petrov Castle, where daylight dared not venture, a black coffin rested ominously on a stone platform. As the sun dipped below the horizon and the last rays of light vanished, an eerie stirring began within the coffin. The lid creaked open, revealing a hand slowly lifting it. The sound of the creaking lid echoed through the empty, silent halls, a haunting noise that would have sent shivers down the spine of anyone who might have been there to hear it.

Vladimir Petrov stands at 5‘11” with a lean, athletic build that belies his supernatural strength. His jet-black hair, always Impeccably styled, frames a face that is both striking and unnervingly perfect. His piercing blue eyes seem to see right through you, and his pale skin has a slight, ethereal glow.
Vladimir’s Presence is commanding, exuding an air of old-world elegance and charm. His dresses in tailored suits that accentuate his refined taste, often opting for dark colors that contrast with his fair complexion. Despite his polished exterior, there is an underlying intensity to him, a hint of the predator lurking beneath the surface.

Vladimir moved so quietly that no mortal could have heard him. He stopped and listened intently. Yes, he could hear two hearts beating, one of them pounding a bit faster, likely out of fear. Treasure hunters often came to the castle seeking anything they could make some money on, but they only ever found him. He was going to enjoy this; he was sure of it.

He always loved it when they put up a struggle. There was never any hope of escape, and he was more than a little bit hungry. They had what he needed.

As he moved through the castle, his piercing blue eyes seemed to see right through the darkness.

The hunters, oblivious to the danger they were in, continued their search. They whispered to each other, their voices barely audible in the vast, empty halls. Vladimir followed them silently, his movements fluid and graceful. He could feel their fear, taste it in the air, and it only heightened his anticipation.

As they reached a particularly dark and foreboding corridor, Vladimir decided to make his presence known. He stepped out of the shadows, his eyes locked onto the intruders. They froze, their torches trembling in their hands.

"Who are you?" one of them stammered, his voice shaking.

"I am the master of this castle," Vladimir replied, his voice low and menacing. "And you have trespassed into my domain."

The hunters exchanged terrified glances, realizing too late the gravity of their mistake. They tried to back away, but Vladimir was too quick. He moved with supernatural speed, closing the distance between them in an instant.

One of the hunters raised his torch, trying to ward off the vampire. Vladimir simply smiled, revealing his sharp, gleaming fangs. "You cannot escape," he said, his voice dripping with malice.

With a swift motion, he grabbed the nearest hunter and sank his fangs into his neck, the hunter's scream was cut short as his blood was drained in seconds. Vladimir then moved on to the second one and drain him as well. He wiped with the back of his hand across his mouth and then licked up the last of the blood.

Once Vladimir had fed, he carried the bodies to the battlements and threw them off into the black, inky darkness. Falling was a common way to die at the castle, and it ensured that no evidence of his nocturnal activities would be found.

The night was still, the only sound being the distant crash of waves against the rocky cliffs below. Vladimir stood on the battlements, his piercing blue eyes scanning the horizon. The moon cast a pale glow over the landscape, illuminating the ancient stones of Petrov Castle. He felt a sense of satisfaction, his hunger sated for now.

As he turned to leave, he heard a faint rustling sound from below. His heightened senses picked up the presence of another intruder. It seemed that the treasure hunters were not alone. Vladimir moved silently, his movements fluid and graceful, as he descended the stairs and made his way back into the castle.

He made his way to where he had heard the sound, and there he was so handsome. And his scent was delicious, but this was the one he had been looking for oh so long..it hurt. He knew he had to have him; he made no move to conceal himself. He calls out to him “Hello” he said.

The man walks up to him and smiled he looked to be in his 20’s he had brown hair and hazel eyes. Also, he had a great build and looked so tasty. He had everything he wanted in a companion!

Vladimir look deep into the man's eyes and said, “What is your name.”

“My name is Thomas Ran I am so glad to meet you. It is kind of scary in here!”

There he stood, Thomas—the man Vladimir had dreamed of for a hundred years. The one the Dark Gods had whispered about in the ancient rituals, the one prophesied to be his eternal companion. Now, in the dim glow of twilight, Thomas was before him, and Vladimir was overwhelmed with a mixture of joy and reverence.

Thomas was every bit as striking as Vladimir had imagined. His presence was powerful yet serene, his eyes deep and penetrating, filled with a wisdom that belied his youthful appearance. His dark hair framed his face, highlighting his strong jawline and chiseled features. He exuded an aura of grace and strength that captivated Vladimir instantly.

For Vladimir, this moment was the culmination of centuries of longing and anticipation. The Dark Gods had promised him a companion, someone who would share his immortal life and understand the depths of his soul. And now, that promise stood before him, tangible and real.

“Well, I am so glad to meet you. Thomas my name is Vladimir” and with that he looks again deeply into his eyes and mesmerizes him.

As Vladimir approached Thomas, his heart pounded with a mixture of excitement and awe. He could hardly believe that this moment had finally come. The air seemed to hum with a strange energy, a connection that bound them together in a way that transcended time and space.

"Thomas," Vladimir whispered, his voice filled with emotion. "I have waited for you for so long. You are the one the Dark Gods promised me. My eternal companion."

And with that he kissed Thomas with a passionate and lustful kiss.

He took Thomas’s hand and kissed his wrist licking it to get a good taste of him. He was the very thing he had wanted and more, he took him to the master bedroom with a large bed he had maintained for just such an occasion.

The master bedroom was a relic of a bygone era, shrouded in darkness and covered in a thick layer of dust. The room was vast, with high ceilings and grand, ornate furnishings that hinted at its former glory. Heavy, dark curtains hung over the windows, blocking out any light that might dare to enter. The air was stale, carrying the scent of old wood and forgotten memories.

In the center of the room stood a massive four-poster bed, its once luxurious velvet canopy now tattered and faded. The bed was covered in a thick layer of dust, undisturbed for years. The intricate carvings on the wooden frame were barely visible through the grime, but they hinted at the craftsmanship that had gone into creating this masterpiece.

A large, ornate mirror hung on one wall; its surface clouded with age. The reflection it cast was dim and distorted, adding to the eerie atmosphere of the room. An antique dresser stood against another wall; its drawers slightly ajar as if someone had hastily rummaged through them long ago. The silver handles were tarnished, and the wood was cracked and splintered.

The floor was covered in a thick, plush carpet that had once been a deep, rich color but was now faded and threadbare in places. Dust motes danced in the air, illuminated by the faint light that managed to seep through the gaps in the curtains. The room was silent, save for the occasional creak of the floorboards as if the house itself was whispering secrets from the past.

In one corner of the room, a tall, imposing wardrobe loomed, its doors slightly ajar. Inside, the remnants of fine clothing hung, now moth-eaten and decayed. The room was a testament to the passage of time, a place where the past lingered and the present dared not intrude.

The master bedroom, once a place of opulence and comfort, was now a haunting reminder of what had been lost. It stood as a silent witness to the passage of time, its secrets hidden beneath layers of dust and darkness.
Vladimir pulled back the covers then he turned to Thomas and told him to remove his clothes which he gladly did he was even smiling while he did what he was told. He was so glad to see just how well-endowed he was, he was at least 8 inches it had been a long time since he had done such a thing.

Vladimir removed his clothes and rubbed himself against Thomas’s cock then Vladimir drop to his knees and started sucking on the cock. He then stops and bite's him in the thigh and drain his blood and as he did, he could hear Thomas's heart pounding and when he got near the end he stopped. With that Thomas moaned. He licks the wound, and it heals instantly leaving no mark. Then Vladimir tore his wrist and fed his blood to him, it was all so sensual. Thomas’s cock was as hard as it had ever been. It didn't take long before Thomas to start dripping precum Vladimir licked it up with glee. He went back to sucking the wonderful bit of manhood.

Vladimir had always loved men, and he knew he always would. He would drink from women but that was only to fill a need and nothing else.

And at last Thomas explodes with large amounts of cum it was so delicious to him he sucks harder he wanted every bit of it in him. Then he led him to the bed and told him to lie on his back, which he did. Vladimir rubbed some of his blood from his wrist on the cock and it started to get hard again, and he smiled.

Vladimir then mounted him and impaled himself on that wonderful cock and he rode him for all he was worth. He threw back his head and moaned as did Thomas. This went on for what seemed like a long time and in the end they both came at the same time. He had not been so happy in a long time yes, he would keep Thomas, he had not had a lover in a long time. He got off the bed and told Thomas to get dressed. And so did he.

Vladimir showed Thomas how to access the hidden door, guiding him down to the coffin chamber hidden deep within the castle. The walls of the secret passage were lined with ancient symbols and paintings, telling stories of centuries long past. As they descended, the air grew colder, and the light dimmed until they reached the chamber.

Once inside, Vladimir released the spell on Thomas and gently stroked his cheek. Thomas, still in a daze, looked around the room in shock. The chamber was vast, with high ceilings and stone walls that seemed to close in on him. In the center of the room stood a grand, ornate coffin, its lid slightly ajar.

Vladimir smiled, his eyes softening as he gazed at Thomas. “You are the one I have been waiting for, oh so long,” he said. “And I will be your master and lover. You will never die, Thomas. I will always be loyal to you. Have no fear, for I will always protect you.”

Thomas felt a strange sense of comfort in Vladimir’s words, despite the unsettling surroundings. He nodded slowly, still trying to process everything that had happened. Vladimir took Thomas’s hand and led him to the coffin, opening it fully to reveal a plush, velvet-lined interior.

“This will be your sanctuary,” Vladimir said, his voice barely above a whisper. “Here, you will rest and regain your strength. And when you wake, you will be more powerful than you ever imagined.”

Thomas hesitated for a moment, but Vladimir’s reassuring presence gave him the courage to step into the coffin. As he lay down, he felt a sense of peace wash over him. Vladimir leaned over and kissed him gently on the lips, sealing their bond.

“Rest now, my love,” Vladimir murmured. “When you wake, our journey together will truly begin.”

Thomas closed his eyes, feeling the weight of his exhaustion pulling him into a deep, dreamless sleep. Vladimir watched over him, his expression one of tenderness and resolve. The chamber fell silent, save for the faint sound of Thomas’s breathing and the distant echo of centuries-old secrets.

In the stillness of the night, the bond between master and servant, lover and protector, was forged. And as the first light of dawn began to creep into the castle, Vladimir knew that their eternal journey together had only just begun.

Vladimir climbed into his coffin and closed the lid. As he laid there he started to dream, which did not happen often!

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It was the fall in Rome in 445 BCE. He stood there, 25 years old, among the other slaves who were in the sale. It was a mixed crowd of men and women, but he was by far the best-looking of the lot, having been captured in Eastern Europe. His good looks had saved him from the Colosseum, where he would have been fed to the lions or burnt at the stake.

In the buying crowd was a Roman centurion. He was dressed in a tunic worn under his armor, which was white for centurions. He wore a cloak, typically green with a yellow border, tied at the front using a brooch or fibula. The centurion also carried a 90 cm vine-stick cudgel, a measure of his rank. The bidding was hot and heavy, and when it was his turn to be sold, it seemed that the centurion wanted him. The centurion outbid all the others, and because he was a centurion, no one dared to cross him. And so, he became the centurion’s property and was taken to his domus, which was beautiful, with frescoes and mosaics.

The dining room floor was a detailed mosaic with intricate geometric patterns and designs. The mosaic featured a combination of squares, rectangles, and other shapes, with some sections depicting figures, possibly animals or mythological creatures. The colors used in the mosaic were primarily earthy tones, including shades of brown, beige, and green.

The Roman building, given its architectural style and the mosaic floor, was impressive. The room had large columns and an open space in the center, possibly an atrium. There was a staircase on the right side, leading to an upper level. The walls were decorated with frescoes, adding to the grandeur of the place.

The domus had a warm water bath, a clear sign of wealth. The centurion removed my clothes and told the servant to burn them. Then he removed his own clothes and armor, revealing his strong, muscular body. He stepped into the warm bath and beckoned the new slave to join him. He pointed at himself and said “Marcus Valeriu's.” he then pointed at me, and I said “Vladimir Petrov” And took a wooden scraper and started to remove the dirt that had been on me since I was captured. He shown me how to do it and had me do his back once that was done, he washes my cock and stroke it compared to him I was just a little smaller at 7 inches. Once he had me clean to his satisfaction, he started sucking on me to show me how it was done. He then points at his cock he laid back in the warm water he was very handsome, and I had always been gay, and I did love to suck cock. So, I made him smile and when he came, I wanted every drop of his seed. Then he did me I was later to learn that he thought that my juices would keep him young. The servants brought the new clothes for me. They were nice clothes for a slave.

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Vladimir woke from the dream just as the sun was setting. He knew Thomas was still sleeping, but he could hear two more fools had come looking for their missing friends. Vladimir moved to Thomas's coffin and whispered in his ear, "We need to feed, my love. The food is here. Do as I do, Thomas."

Vladimir took Thomas's hand and led him toward the sound. Thomas was surprised he could see in the dark as if it were daylight. He could hear their hearts pounding with fear, which excited him. Vladimir put his index finger to his lips and whispered, "Watch how I do it." He stepped out of the shadows.

When they saw him, they stammered, "Wh-who are you?"

Vladimir replied, "This is my castle, and you have no right to be here." With that, he grabbed one Vladimir and tossed him like a rag doll to Thomas. Thomas's beastly instincts took over, and he bit the man in the neck, sending blood flying everywhere. He started sucking down the blood, and the man was dead in seconds.

Vladimir smiled. "What did you think, Thomas? Was it good for you?"

"Yes, Vladimir. I feel so warm inside, and it tasted wonderful," Thomas replied with a smile.

Vladimir picked up the dead bodies and carried them down to the dungeon, where he opened a pit and threw the bodies into it.
"That is your first lesson," Vladimir said. "You do not kill if you cannot hide the kill."

This seemed so right to Thomas; it was at that moment he knew that he truly loved Vladimir and always would.

“We should leave here soon. I have been here far too long,” Vladimir said thoughtfully. “I think it would be good if we moved to Cluj-Napoca, the capital of the historical region of Transylvania in Romania. And that is not too far to travel in one night. We will need to ship the coffins to my home in the capital.”

Thomas nodded in agreement, feeling a sense of excitement and apprehension. The thought of traveling to a new place, where they would be free from the prying eyes of those who would harm them, filled him with hope. They packed their few belongings and prepared to leave the castle that had been their home for so long.

As they set out on their journey, the night was filled with the sounds of the forest, the rustling of leaves, and the distant cries of nocturnal creatures. The air was cool, and the moon cast a silvery glow on the path ahead. They moved swiftly through the darkness, their senses heightened by the thrill of the unknown.

After several hours of travel, they arrived in Cluj-Napoca just as the first light of dawn began to break. The city was still and quiet, the streets empty save for a few early risers beginning their day. They made their way to Vladimir's home, a grand mansion on the outskirts of the city. The house was old and imposing, with high walls and tall windows that seemed to watch them as they approached.

"This will be our new home," Vladimir said, his voice echoing through the empty halls. "We will be safe here."

Thomas felt a sense of relief wash over him. He knew that as long as he was with Vladimir, he had nothing to fear. They would build a new life together in this ancient city, far from the dangers of their past. And in the darkness of the night, they would continue their existence, bound together by love and the thirst for life that would never end.

Vladimir “We will be hunting anywhere people gather, and I will show you the how to do, the little drink. Which does not kill but done a few times will give you enough blood to live on! And we will need to have this Mansion repaired when it is done. We will hold large balls and thru giving us a place to feed!