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William's POV

I still remember that first night. It was more than thirty years ago, but it was the changing point of my life. I knew he had been following me for a bit. I could sense him, even saw him once or twice. I never knew what he was. Probably wouldn't have believed it if I had known. There was something about him that attracted me. He was the first man I'd ever found attractive. The only man.

I knew he wanted me. I just hadn't realized how much I wanted him. My life was awful. I will be the first to admit that. I had been back from the war for weeks, but still had nightmares. I couldn't adjust to living a normal life. I had killed so many...the taste for blood was in me.

That first night I remember in detail. He had been outside. I saw him as I stood in the moonlight by my window, undressing. I caught his eyes and just stared. It was as though we were speaking without saying a word. He glided so effortlessly and gracefully towards my bedroom window. I opened the window and beckoned him in...

"You must invite me in, sweet William" he said, his voice sending shivers down my spine.

"Come in...." I realized I didn't even know his name.

He smiled, triumphant in the dark brown depths, "Angelus."

He came in, pushing me back. He removed his clothes, giving no doubts as to what he wanted....what I wanted. He was soon naked and in my arms planting passionate stinging kisses on my lips and neck. I was delirious with the intense pleasure and sensations coursing through my body....I had never....have never felt any thing that seemed so right. We were connected, him and I.

He moved me to my bed, laying me out on my back and roughly positioned himself between my legs. He stared down into my eyes, willing me to do his will. My hands reached out as if on their own accord and grasped his cock which was already throbbing with need. I caressed it gently, almost reverently and slowly stroked him. It was odd feeling a cock other than my own in my hands.

He growled and grabed both my hands and pinned them above my head. I nipped at his neck, drawing a little blood. Amazingly, the slight wound faded and disappeared instantly. At that moment I realized what he was...what I had invited into my home. I saw the need in his eyes and resigned myself to my fate. He wasn't going to let me go. The taste of his blood was strange, so very unlike the coppery taste of mortal blood.

Strangely, it caused my passion to rise, and as he straddled me, I assisted him by raising my legs and lifting my ass off the bed to meet him head on. I locked my legs around his broad smooth back and then feel the head of his manhood at the entrance, waiting....waiting....

I look up into his dark eyes again and it is like staring into a bottomless well...... it is just what he is waiting for, as, with a sudden violent push, he thrusted deeply into me, impaling me to the hilt...at the same time he brings his lips crashing down on mine biting my tongue and drawing blood.

My screams are buried in his throat for an eternity it seems but which is surely not more than a minute. He finally raised his lips from mine and I see traces of my blood at the corners of his mouth and noted that his canines had grown longer. He released my hands, grabbed hold of my head and proceeded to ride me long and powerfully.

I was now in a near delirium....with every thrust, I pushed back instinctively, bringing us together. My body was on fire, my inner walls pulling him ever deeper into my being, wanting this to last forever. I was quickly reaching my release, but, as though sensing this, he stopped. I groaned in frustration and urged him with my body to continue. He didn't and waited calmly until the sensation passed...... he continued thrusting deeper and deeper....

I am yours, my eyes tells him. He smiles, the sexy smirk making my cock throb even more.

We are locked together for well over an hour and he was now close. He was through playing his game..... he was thrusting at a furious pace and once again locked his lips to mine. Our tongues collided and wrestled each other while his body tensed and released itself into me.

I am almost there myself. So hard..so ready. He sees this in my eyes. Releasing my lips, he bended further down, still in me....and took me into his mouth. I thrust up involuntarily, cumming immediately. He bit down hard at the very base, mixing my blood with my seed ........ pain and pleasure merge into one.

It seemed to go on and on. He remained at my cock nursing hungrily and I felt lightheaded and blissfully at peace. I did't realize that my sight was failing....the darkness becoming an all encompassing blackness....I felt something against my lips, his blood. My tongue snaked out and lapped at it, as I began to grow weak. I felt death claim me as his blood spilled into my mouth.

My sire....my Angelus. He made me that day. I love him, even now. Now that he has found a new obsession. I am not jealous of this girl...this Drusilla. She will not replace me. He loves me. I see it in his eyes every time he looks at me. She will fade and I will remain. I am stronger than she is. I will not loose him to her. I am William, his favorite childe. Always his favorite. We belong together, he and I. Always will. Friends and lovers. Sire and childe.



THE END