Give Me Just a Bite (boyxboy)

Chapter 1 : Encounter

It was late mid October in Moscow, Russia and Travis Mendez was now lost. His family had moved to Russia since his mother had gotten a military job here. And since he was still in high school, he had to attend The Upyr Svoloch' School. Travis thought it was an odd name for a school since in English it would be close to 'The Bastard Vampire School'. But it was okay, since he lived in Moscow, and Russia is a firm believing country of the 'undead'. But besides that, he couldn't translate much from Russian to English. Travis wasn't used to the streets, and he didn't speak much Russian. All he really knew was a proper greeting and a proper good-bye in Russian. And it was now 9:00 pm and he was in a part of Russia his family hadn't shown him. And it looked liked the middle of nowhere, which made Travis worry. There were buildings, but they looked crackly and the paint (which was a green/blue colour) was now dull and there were barely people. A few cars past by Travis, and there were a few people. Some looked like hookers, others looked home-less. Travis tried to avoid them as much as possible.

Travis sighed at it started raining, making his hair shaggy looking. He sighed again, this time in defeat to Mother Nature and continued roaming Moscow. Travis wasn't mad or upset about his situation, he was just very irritated if anything else. He propped his collar up to prevent some of the rain from getting anymore of him wet. He had walked around for a few more minutes, and he had finally walked down a better street than the last. At least the neighborhood looked better than the last from the looks of the cars and houses. And while in this street he found an old house, grant it, all these houses looked old. But this one, only this one looked as old as time its self. It was at least another mile away, but Travis thought it was cool so he decided he would dry over there. There was a small path-way that he walked through to reach the front door, but almost fell from one of the stones breaking out from under him. He grunted once he got to the front door. 'I'm not that fat am I?' Travis asked himself before looking up at the door.

Travis got a bad feeling from the house, but he didn't go back. He knew that he could either find another house, which he doubted anyone would be home right now (plus he would have to walk back that whole mile) or stay at some creepy house. Most people are either at work, drinking or a sleep. Plus he noticed that none of the drive-ways had cars parked near or on them, which was sort of odd to him. He looked around for a second and thought about his options. Travis sighed, out of habit, then knocked on the door. He took this time to examine the house. The house was a pure cream white , and the only things different from that colour was the roof, windows and the front door. The roof was a light, tan brown, but it looked some what like a castle but there weren't any cone shapes on the roof, just many semi-rounded roofs.. But a small one, it was at least three stories from what Travis could see, and there must of been at least three different wings on top of the roof. and it looked like it was made of bricks, big ones at that, probably stones. And the door was a huge double door made of wood, and had little snake heads, with hooks in their mouths.

And as Travis waited in front of the door, he thought it was an old, fancy woman who lived there. He pictured her with a cat in one hand and the other petting it. And she'd be wearing a leopard dress with a black belt around her wait, just like in the old 50's movies. But when the door began to slowly creaked open Travis saw a tall, pale skinned man with black hair. He wasn't much taller, and he looked about the same age as Travis, but he seemed much more mature by the way he held himself and how his gaze held Travis's. "Здравствуйте?" Travis greeted the man, and hoped he spoke English. "Hi, u-um, may I please come in?" The man moved aside and allowed Travis to pass through."Would you care a cup? I have just boiled the kettle." Travis was surprised, this man spoke very good English, he did have an accent, but it was enchanting. The others man was cool, and calm, and the accent placed on top of such a voice made him mesmerizing. "A cup of what?" Travis was very puzzled and his face proved it. The man slightly laughed and placed his hand on his own head, ruffling his own slick black hair. "I'm sorry, you're American, am I correct?" Travis nodded, "I am, but I'm actually Puerto Rican." The man nodded in response to that last retort. "Well, all I was saying simply was would you care for a cup of tea. Which is called coffee in America, right?" Travis smiled, "Right, but I don't really care for coffee, thank you for offering."

The man had left the room which Travis was in. Travis's eyes had followed the man as he turned the corner and never went away from that direction. "U-um, my names Travis by the way." After a minute of silence, the man walked back into the room and held a tea cup with smoke rising from it. He drank some and looked over at Travis. "My name is Vlad Wallachia, but you may call me Victor." He held a smile as he sat down onto a small one-person chair. "Wallachia?" "It's a family name, they believed it held pride in it." Travis smiled, what else could he do in this situation, and held out his right hand. Victor took it and did a appropriate hand shake. "Nice to meet you sir." Victor smiled, "Nice to meet you as well. But I am no sir, at least not yet." Travis gave a questioning look while retreating his hand back. "I'm only 17 actually." Victor motioned for Travis to have a seat on the couch near by and Travis sat, bowing his head in thanks.

"Shocking I know, but I suppose my facial features make me seem more mature and refined." Travis blinked, he could never believe a person who looked as if they were a much higher level than Travis himself could be the same age as him. It just seemed so unbelievable. "So what High school do you go to?" "Upyr Svoloch." Travis nodded, "So do I! Well, I mean, I will, once all my school papers are filled out." Victor chuckled, "I suppose I can help you at school then, right? It would be rude if I didn't." Victor took another sip of his tea.

After a minute or so they both fell silent and neither one spoke. During this silence, Travis noticed he still had his wet clothes on and cold air had made him shiver. Victor glanced up from his cup, his captivation eyes catching a glance at Travis and his shivering. Victor broke the silence, "Would you care for a change of clothes?" Although Travis didn't know Victor all too well, he decided that he should get some kind of new clothing. He really didn't want to have to miss his first few days of school because of a stupid cold. "Yes please, thank you." "None at all." Victor smiled andwent into another different room.

When Victor came back into the room he held a newly pair of clothes for Travis. Victor passed the clothes to him and walked out the room once more. "I'll step out so that you may change." "Alright." Travis was pleased about that, he didn't know Victor all too well and was slightly uncomfortable about changing around people. Travis laid out the clothes on the couch he was sitting on. He also noticed that he made the couch wet, at least a little from his back and hair. He examined his given clothes that were on the arm of the couch. It was a simple black shirt with a logo on the back, he thought it was just some Russian football team. And there were blue boxers, which he was thankful that Victor gave him this spare of underwear since they were soaked. And blue jeans with a few torn pieces here and there. Travis was okay with this outfit and started to strip himself of his wet clothes.

Travis took off his shirt first, leaving his exposed muscular toned chest out. Travis was very fit, his mother was military and didn't want her son being fat or chubby, so she took him to the gym every week. He put the shirt on, since he was dark skinned, he made the shirt look good on him. It was soft, Travis thought, and chuckled at how girly he just sounded. His pants and underwear were soon to come off. Travis wondered, only for a second, why am I so comfortable stripping around a complete stranger. But he dismissed that thought once he got the new underwear and pants on. All he really cared about was being able to finally wear nice, dry clothes.

After talking to Victor some more one he came back into the room, Travis left. He was actually given a ride in Victors car, and was grateful that he wouldn't get lost again. They finally got to Travis's small house, "Thanks so much Victor, I hope someday I can repay you." Travis walked out the door and waved his good-bye. "No need." Victor smiled and waved back. He drove off and Travis just stared at the car as it went farther down the street. Travis was surprised that he enjoyed Victors company so much, he usually likes his to be alone, but Victor was as quiet as he was so that must of been the reason. Travis sighed, out of habit again, and walked into his small house. It just him and his father at home so he just made his way into his room. He placed his wet clothes into the laundry basket and fell on top of his bed. Travis sighed again and shut his eyes, trying to recap what happened that day, and how he even ended up at someones house, someone who he barely knew too.