The Kiss of the Vampire - 11. Chapter 11

Kiss of the Vampire

Constatine

The coach left Budapest behind, its wheels rolling steadily on the winding road that led up into the mountains. The landscape gradually transformed from the bustling cityscape to the serene and mystic allure of the Transdanubian Mountains. The dense forests, dotted with ancient trees and cloaked in the shadows of twilight, seemed to whisper secrets of old.

As the night deepened, the coach came upon a small, secluded village nestled in the heart of the mountains. The village was quiet, its inhabitants long since retired to their homes, leaving the streets bathed in the soft glow of moonlight. Vladimir, seated at the front of the coach, gazed upon the sleeping village with a predatory gleam in his eyes. "It is time to feed," he murmured to his companions, his voice a soft command.

Thomas and Constatine nodded in agreement, their senses already attuned to the presence of their potential prey. They moved silently and with great caution, their movements fluid and predatory, blending seamlessly into the night. They approached the village with the stealth of shadows, each step taken with precision and purpose.

As they neared the edge of the village, they discovered a small hut with an open window. The faint sound of a heart beating and the soft, rhythmic breathing of its occupant reached their heightened senses. Constatine, ever the opportunist, signaled to his companions before climbing gracefully through the window.

Inside, Constatine found himself in a modest but cozy room. The dim light from the moon illuminated a figure lying on a simple bed. It was a young man he could have been 20 if he was a day, his features ethereal and angelic, as if crafted by the hands of a divine sculptor. His dark hair fell in soft curls around his face, and his skin was like alabaster, smooth and flawless. Constatine's breath caught in his throat; the young man's beauty was otherworldly, and an overwhelming desire surged through him.

The young man stirred, his eyelids fluttering open to reveal eyes as deep and clear as a mountain lake. For a moment, their gazes locked, and Constatine knew he had to act swiftly. He leaned in, his eyes capturing the young man's gaze, and began to weave his charm. His voice was a soothing whisper, each word laced with a hypnotic allure. "Shhh, do not be afraid," he murmured, his tone gentle yet commanding. "You are safe with me."

The young man's initial fear melted away under Constatine's influence, replaced by a calm curiosity. "Who are you?" he whispered, his voice trembling slightly.

Constatine smiled; his fangs hidden for now. "I am a friend," he replied. "And I promise no harm will come to you. Close your eyes and let the night embrace you."

As the young man's eyes fluttered closed once more, Constatine leaned in, his fangs extending. He bit down gently, savoring the exquisite taste of the young man's blood. It was rich and intoxicating, a blend of youthful vitality and innocence. Constatine drank deeply but with control, ensuring that he did not take too much.

Once he was satisfied, Constatine withdrew, licking the small puncture wounds clean to ensure they would heal quickly. He watched as the young man's breathing remained steady; his face serene in sleep. He lifted his sleeping gown and took the young man's cock in his mouth and sucked on him until the young man's juices filled his mouth, and he swallowed deeply. Constatine felt a strange mix of emotions—satisfaction from the feed, but also a sense of protectiveness over the young man.

He slipped back out through the window, rejoining Vladimir and Thomas outside. "We should leave now," he whispered, his voice low. "Before anyone notices."

Vladimir and Thomas nodded; their predatory instincts satisfied for the moment. They made their way back to the coach, moving as silently as they had come. As they departed the village, they moved so quietly no mortal could have heard them. As the coach stood still in the quiet mountain village, the night air crisp and filled with the scent of pine, Constatine and the others returned from their feeding excursion. Constatine, his heart pounding with a mixture of excitement and trepidation, approached Ion, who was waiting by the coach.

"Ion, hold on a moment," Constatine said, his voice steady but urgent. "I need to speak with Vladimir."

Ion nodded, sensing the importance in Constatine's tone, and waited by the coach. Constatine climbed into the dark interior, the shadows wrapping around him like a familiar cloak. The interior was dimly lit by the faint glow of a single lantern, casting flickering patterns on the walls.

Vladimir sat at the back of the coach, his presence commanding even in the subdued light. He looked up as Constatine entered, a question in his eyes. Constatine approached him, his hands clasped nervously in front of him.

"Master," Constatine began, his voice filled with a mix of hope and desperation, "I think I have found my special person, just as you have with Thomas and many others. Could we stay here for just one more night, please? I have never felt like this before, and I must find out what this all means. And if he is my one, will you let me turn him, Master, please?"

Vladimir's expression softened, a hint of understanding and empathy in his eyes. He remembered his own feelings when he had first encountered Thomas, the powerful emotions that had led him to make Thomas his eternal companion. He knew the significance of what Constatine was asking.

"Of course, we can stay one more night," Vladimir replied, his voice gentle yet firm. "Your happiness means a lot to me. Now, tell me about this young man. He must be perfect."

Constatine nodded, a sense of relief washing over him. "He is, Master. He is the most beautiful and ethereal being I have ever seen. His eyes, his smile, everything about him captivates me. I believe he is the one I have been searching for."

Vladimir listened intently, recognizing the genuine emotion in Constatine's words. He knew that this was not a decision to be taken lightly, but he also understood the power of the bond that Constatine felt. "Very well," Vladimir said, placing a reassuring hand on Constatine's shoulder. "We will stay, and you will have your chance to discover if he is truly the one."

With their course set, the night stretched ahead of them, filled with potential and uncertainty. Constatine's heart swelled with anticipation, the possibility of a new, profound connection within his grasp. The village, now cloaked in the deepening night, held the promise of answers and the chance for Constatine to find the happiness he sought.

As the coach remained hidden from the village, the trio prepared for the night ahead. Vladimir, understanding the depth of Constatine's feelings, would ensure that his companion had the opportunity to explore this newfound connection. Together, they would face whatever challenges the night brought, their bond as strong as ever.

With their course set, Constatine could barely contain his excitement and nerves. Vladimir had given him the chance to explore this profound connection, and he was determined to make the most of it.

The night deepened as Constatine quietly slipped back into the village, his senses sharp and attuned to every sound and movement. He retraced his steps to the small hut where he had found the beautiful young man, his heart pounding in his chest.

The young man was still there, lying peacefully in his bed, the moonlight casting a soft glow on his angelic features. Constatine approached slowly, careful not to startle him. He knelt beside the bed and gently placed a hand on the young man's shoulder, whispering softly, "Wake, my dear one."

The young man stirred, his eyes fluttering open to meet Constatine's. There was no fear in his gaze, only curiosity and a hint of recognition. "You came back," he murmured, his voice barely audible.

"Yes," Constatine replied, his voice tender. "I could not stay away. There is something special about you, something I must understand."

The young man sat up, his expression a mix of wonder and uncertainty. "Who are you?" he asked, his eyes searching Constatine's face.

"I am Constatine," he answered, his tone gentle yet sincere. "I am not like other men. I have lived a long time, seen many things. But you, you are different. I feel a connection with you that I cannot explain."

The young man's eyes widened slightly, but he did not pull away. "I don't understand," he said softly. "Why do I feel like I know you?"

Constatine smiled, a warm and reassuring smile. "Perhaps we are destined to meet," he said. "I believe there is a bond between us, one that transcends time and place. I wish to know you better, to explore this connection."

The young man nodded slowly, as if considering Constatine's words. "I feel it too," he admitted. "There is something about you that draws me in, something I cannot resist."

Constatine reached out, taking the young man's hand in his own. "Come with me," he said gently. "Let us walk under the moonlight and talk. I want to hear your story, to understand who you are."

The young man hesitated for a moment, then nodded. Together, they slipped out of the hut and into the night, the village silent and still around them. They walked through the narrow streets; the only sound was the soft crunch of gravel under their feet.

As they walked, Constatine listened to the young man's story. His name was Alexei, a simple villager with dreams of adventure and a longing for something more. His life had been filled with the everyday struggles of village life, but he had always felt a pull toward something greater.

"I have always felt different," Alexei confessed, his voice filled with a mix of hope and longing. "Like there is something more out there for me, something beyond this village."

Constatine squeezed his hand gently. "You are not alone, Alexei," he said. "I, too, have felt that longing. And perhaps, together, we can find what we are searching for."

They continued to walk and talk, the bond between them growing stronger with each passing moment. Constatine knew that this was not just a fleeting infatuation, but something deeper, something that could change both their lives forever.

As the first light of dawn began to creep over the horizon, Constatine and Alexei returned to the hut. Constatine could see the trust and affection in Alexei's eyes, and he knew that he had found his special person.

"Rest now, Alexei," Constatine whispered, his voice filled with warmth. "We will see each other again tonight. And then, I will ask you a question that could change everything. And just in case pack a bag with your clothes."

With a final, tender kiss on Alexei's forehead, Constatine left the hut and returned to the coach, his heart light and full of hope. He knew that he had found something extraordinary, and he was ready to explore this new chapter in his life.

The first light of dawn began to creep over the horizon, casting a pale glow over the sleepy village. Constatine returned to the coach, his heart filled with a sense of purpose and excitement. He knew he had found something extraordinary in Alexei, and he was eager to see where this new connection would lead.

As he approached the coach, he found Vladimir and Thomas waiting for him, their expressions curious. "What happened?" Vladimir asked, his voice calm but laced with curiosity.

Constatine took a deep breath, his emotions still swirling from the night's events. "Master, I have never felt like this before. Alexei is different. I believe he is the one I have been searching for. I asked him to come with me tonight, to explore our connection further."

Vladimir nodded, understanding the depth of Constatine's feelings. "I see. We will stay one more night, as promised. You have my blessing to explore this further, Constatine. But remember, turning someone is a significant decision. Be sure he is ready for what lies ahead."

Thomas, always the strategist, added, "We must ensure our presence remains unnoticed. We cannot afford to draw attention to ourselves."

Constatine nodded, appreciating the wisdom of his companions. "I understand. I will be careful."

With their plan set, the trio spent the day resting in the safety of their coffins, hidden from the prying eyes of the villagers. The hours passed slowly, but Constatine's thoughts were consumed by the anticipation of the night ahead.

As darkness fell once more, Constatine emerged from his coffin, his heart pounding with excitement. He made his way back to the village, the familiar path leading him to Alexei's hut. This time, the young man was waiting for him, his eyes filled with curiosity and a hint of nervousness.

Alexei greeted him, his voice soft but steady. "You came back."

"I promised I would," Constatine replied, his smile genuine. "There is something special about you, Alexei. I feel a connection I have never felt before."

Alexei's eyes widened with wonder. "I feel it too. But I don't understand what this means. Who are you really, Constatine?"

Constatine took a deep breath, knowing that honesty was essential. "I am not like other men, Alexei. I am a vampire. I have lived for centuries, searching for something I could not find. Until now."

Alexei's expression shifted from surprise to fascination. "A vampire? It sounds like something from a story. But I believe you. I can feel that you are different."

"Yes," Constatine confirmed. "And I believe you are the one I have been searching for. But this is not a decision to be taken lightly. If you choose to join me, your life will change forever."

Alexei's gaze did not waver. "I want to understand, Constatine. I want to know what this connection means. Show me your world."

Constatine smiled, a sense of relief washing over him. "Then come with me, Alexei. Tonight, we will begin your journey."

He took Alexei's hand, leading him through the village and into the forest. The moonlight filtered through the trees, casting an ethereal glow on their path. As they walked, Constatine shared stories of his long life, the challenges and wonders he had encountered. Alexei listened intently, his curiosity growing with each tale.

They arrived at a secluded clearing, the perfect place for Alexei to experience the world of the night. Constatine gently guided him to a seat on a fallen log, their hands still intertwined.

"Close your eyes, Alexei," Constatine whispered. "Feel the night around you. Listen to the sounds, smell the scents. This is the world I live in."

Alexei obeyed, closing his eyes and letting his senses take over. He could hear the distant calls of nocturnal animals, the rustle of leaves in the breeze, and the soft whisper of Constatine's breath. The scents of the forest filled his nostrils, rich and earthy.

"This is incredible," Alexei murmured, his voice filled with wonder. "I feel so alive."

Constatine smiled, his heart swelling with pride and affection. "Yes, Alexei. This is what it means to be a vampire. To live in the shadows, to embrace the night. But it is also a life of responsibility and control. Are you ready for this?"

Alexei opened his eyes, meeting Constatine's gaze with determination. "I am ready. I want to be with you, Constatine. I want to be part of your world."

With those words, Constatine knew that his journey with Alexei was just beginning. The bond between them was strong, and together, they would face whatever challenges the future held. The night stretched ahead, filled with possibilities and the promise of a new, eternal connection.

Constatine felt a powerful sense of responsibility as he looked into Alexei's eyes. "Look deeply into my eyes," he instructed, his voice soothing and melodic. He wanted to ensure that Alexei experienced the transition with as little pain as possible. As Alexei became deeply charmed, Constatine felt a surge of protectiveness.

They stood up together, Constatine's arms wrapping around Alexei in a comforting embrace. He leaned in and kissed Alexei gently. "Alexei, you will feel little pain," Constatine assured him, his voice filled with sincerity and care.

With great control and precision, Constatine allowed his fangs to sink into Alexei's neck. The rhythmic pounding of Alexei's heart echoed in his ears, awakening the powerful instinct within him. He tasted the rich, thick blood, savoring its life-giving essence. But just as quickly, he stopped, ensuring he didn't take too much.

Constatine then tore at his own wrist, offering it to Alexei. "Alexei, drink my blood," he instructed, his voice firm yet gentle. Alexei did as he was told, his trust in Constatine unshakable.

As Alexei drank, Constatine felt a profound connection forming between them, a bond that transcended mere companionship. It was a moment of transformation, not just for Alexei but for both of them.

When it was over, Constatine gently laid Alexei down, watching as the changes began to take effect. He stayed by his side, ready to guide him through this new existence, knowing that together they would face whatever the future held.

The first light of dawn began to touch the horizon as Constatine carefully cradled Alexei in his arms. He could feel the subtle changes beginning to take effect in Alexei’s body, his heartbeat slowing as the transformation took hold. With a sense of urgency and protectiveness, Constatine carried Alexei back to the coach, each step measured and deliberate.

As he approached the coach, Vladimir and Thomas emerged from the shadows, their expressions a mix of curiosity and concern. Constatine gently laid Alexei down on a makeshift bed of blankets within the coach, ensuring he was as comfortable as possible.

“Master,” Constatine began, his voice tinged with both hope and apprehension, “may we use your coffin for Alexei until we can get one for him? I want to ensure he rests properly.”

Vladimir’s eyes softened, a rare smile gracing his lips. He approached Constatine and placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. “Of course, Constatine,” he said warmly. “Your happiness means a great deal to me, and I understand the importance of this moment. He can use my coffin.”

With those words, Vladimir leaned in and kissed Constatine gently on the cheek, a gesture of both affection and approval. Constatine’s heart swelled with gratitude and relief. Together, they carefully lifted Alexei and placed him into Vladimir’s coffin, ensuring he was secure and comfortable.

Thomas watched silently, his respect for Constatine and the new bond forming evident in his eyes. He understood the significance of what was happening and knew that their family was about to grow.

As the dawn continued to break, the trio prepared to rest for the day. Vladimir’s coffin, now serving as Alexei’s sanctuary, was closed and securely fastened. Constatine, his heart brimming with both love and hope, settled into the coffin with Alexei, knowing that the journey ahead would be filled with new challenges and joys.

Thomas and Vladimir exchanged a knowing glance, their silent communication conveying a shared understanding. The bonds that tied them together were growing stronger, and they were ready to face whatever the future held as a united family.

As the coach remained hidden in the quiet village, the first rays of sunlight began to filter through the trees. Inside, the vampires rested, their thoughts filled with the promise of a new beginning. Constatine knew that the coming night would bring further discoveries and the chance to nurture the connection he had found with Alexei.

And so, as the village awakened to a new day, the vampires slumbered, their hearts intertwined and their destinies forever changed.

Ion started to move the Coach down the road.