Fangs

Chapter One

     Okay. I'll admit. It did get pretty heated, and yeah I didn't know him that well but... I could never in my right mind guess what was going to happen. You are probably very confused, so I'll start from the top.

     So, you know how there is always that one dark and mysterious kid in the back of the class, the loner who nobody seems to know? Demetrius Black was that kid. He was tall, dark hair, had a strong build and smoked cigarettes at the back of the school during lunch break. He was cold to everybody until I broke his shell.

     Me, Michael Miller, the boy nobody seemed to like. The boy who always wore long sleeves and jeans. The bookworm and the teacher's pet had broken the infamous Demetrius Black's barrier. I now regret it.

     It all started when his cigarettes fell from his pocket in the middle of class. I sat beside Demetrius so I noticed the little tapping noise of the box hitting the tile floor. Mrs. Hawthorne, the teacher, was walking the aisles while reading from a textbook. I didn't want my classmate to get in trouble, so I carefully picked up the slightly smashed cigarette box and hid it in my lap under the desk as
she passed by.

     Once she did, I stuck my leg out from the desk, hanging my hand with the cigarettes off to my side. I tapped my foot a couple of times against his and he looked over at me with a slightly annoyed face. I'm not gonna lie when I say he scared the hell out of me then, I've grown used to it now though.

     I wiggled the box around, it making a quiet rattle sound. He noticed it and checked his pocket before sneakily sticking his hand out for me to put the box in. I did so quickly and he slid it back into his pocket.

     After the class finished, Demetrius turned to me. "What were you doing with my cigs?" He asked me with a deep, slightly raspy voice.

     I blushed a slight bit and explained myself. "Oh... Uh, they fell on the... The floor and I didn't want you to... Get in... Trouble..." I shyly stuttered out, my face as red as a tomato.

     His face loosened from the hard look he previously had on, it turned brighter and with a small smile. "Thanks for that. What's your name?"

     "Uh... Michael Miller," I muttered out, mentally slapping myself for being so nervous. "It... Sounds weird I know..."

     "No, it sounds fine, Michael Miller..." He said, testing out my name, rolling it in his mouth like honey.

     It all went far from there. We hit it off quickly, we even walked to my house together. I invited him in and we talked and joked on my couch for hours. My dad works a long job, from just past lunch to early in the morning and my mother passed away when I was young, so nobody but us were home at the time.

     It was already dark out, and after our laughter faded we just looked at each other, taking in each other's features. I didn't realize we were leaning closer until his lips met mine and we were kissing.

     His lips were soft and had a strange taste to them that I couldn't figure out, nevertheless, I was immediately addicted. It got rougher, more passionate, he leaned me back, my head just barely brushing the arm of the chair.

     Demetrius took his jacket off, and then my shirt followed by his own. My chest was heaving from the long kiss. He was on top of me, one leg bent at my right side and the other on the floor balancing himself.

     He leaned forward again, putting one arm under my back and the other under my head. He started kissing me again, gently biting my lip. His kisses trailed down my chin and to my neck.

     He licked up my throat in a long swipe and sucked on my collarbone. I let out a small moan which he smirked and chuckled at. He sucked and bit at my neck and I moaned and moaned until I felt something. Something sharp.

     It poked the skin of my neck and I stiffened up, going quiet. He chuckled and lifted his head. He smirked at me and that's when I noticed what it was. He had fangs. Two long fangs poking out in his mouth.

     "Ah, so you finally noticed. Yeah, I'm a vampire. And I am here to make you my little blood bank," Demetrius poked my nose when he said 'you' and I stared at him in terror. "Don't worry, It won't hurt... for me at least."

     He quickly dipped his head back down and attached his mouth to my neck. I tried to move, to shove him away from me, but I was paralyzed. I couldn't even speak.

     His sharp teeth dug into my skin like little knives. He moved his head to the side a little, jerking the fangs and cutting my skin open. His fangs retracted from my new wound and his tongue swiped over it, getting a taste for my blood. He sucked on the wound until it stopped providing for him, that's when he lifted his head up with a loud 'pop'.

     A little blood was smudged on his mouth as he swallowed, savoring the taste of the crimson liquid that he extracted from my body. "You taste good," He said to me.

     I was able to move again, so I pushed him off of me and made a run for the door, attempting to scream, but before I'm able to a hand clamps around my mouth and an arm wraps around my waist. I thrash a bit before he shushes me quietly, his hot breath fanning my ear.

     My body goes limp against my will and he drags me back over to the couch, sitting me down. He stands in front of me and crosses his arms with a smirk. "Let's establish some rules and explanations, shall we?"

________________________________

I published this on my old account, but it broke so now I'm publishing it here lol