Vampire Boys Of Summer
27: Vampires 101
My room was quiet. I had the music on low. I was streaming j-pop through my laptop. Currently playing was a song by Mr. Children called “Be Strong.” I don’t think that was the actual title, but they did say those words in choice points throughout the tune. I’m sure it had some cool sounding Japanese name, but I didn’t have time to look it up. I was too busy researching vampire lore. I had so many questions about these vampire boys that I didn’t know where to turn. Websites on Japanese folklore and legends weren’t much help. I even tried looking up Japanese history sites to find out if anything significant had happened in 1281. I didn’t think I’d find anything about vampires. The only thing I saw was something about the Mongols invading Japan and getting repelled. This was in the age of Shoguns and samurai clans. But nobody sucking blood and sleeping in coffins.
The sun had long sunk behind the mountains, but it was still warm in my room. We didn’t have central air. We had AC downstairs and in mom’s room, but not in mine. I had a ceiling fan over my bed. Set up in one corner was a standing fan that oscillated back and forth, but all it gave you was a momentary breeze before continuing on its cycle. My palms were getting sweaty from typing on my laptop’s keypad. I was contemplating taking off my shirt to lounge around in my bra, when I heard a whoosh sound close to my window. I looked over and saw Ryo sitting in the windowsill.
“You know,“ he said, his voice a soft baritone, “you can’t always believe what you read on the net. A lot of false information if you’re looking up politics, religion, or vampires.”
“Don’t you ever come into a girl’s room the normal way?”
“This is normal for me,“ he answered, with a teasing grin. I noticed he too was sweating in the heat. His shirt was half unbuttoned. I could see the perspiration on his throat and collarbone, and it was starting to stir my imagination. I must have blushed a little, because he climbed out of the window and sauntered towards me. His slow movements may have been intended to be sensual, but it reminded me more of a big cat stalking its prey.
“What do you want, Ryo?” I asked, getting nervous.
He stopped beside me and knelt down beside the chair. “I want to help you.”
“Help me with what?”
I leaned back in my chair and relaxed a little. “You’ll answer my vampire questions?”
“If I can.”
I nodded and got my first question ready. The one that bugged me the most. “Okay, how is it you guys can walk around in the day, no problem?”
“Well, personally I hate daylight. It can’t hurt me unless I haven’t fed in a while though. Oh my, I just let out one of my great secrets. Now you know that if you starve me you can kill me with the sun. I guess I’m just going to have to trust you.” He put his hand on my leg. I didn’t move it away.
“But the others? Haru? Chinatsu? Luhan?”
He raised an eyebrow, as if he were surprised I had figured them all to be vampires. He sighed. “They love the sun a little too much I’m afraid.”
“But it doesn’t hurt them.”
“Their bodies have had a long time to adjust. You know, humans have evolved over time. If you look back, what maybe just seventy years, you’ll see the women had smaller feet, were shorter, and…” He looked me up and down, his eyes lingering a little longer on my chest area than I liked. “…developed much slower.” He took his hand off my leg. “So, wouldn’t it seem likely vampires would change over time as well? We have been vampires for like over 800 years. That’s a long time to just stand still. The short answer to your question is we have learned to tolerate the sunlight. It is still very uncomfortable, but as long as you feed before spending a considerable amount of time in the daylight, you’ll be okay. I’ve only seen a few of us that have incinerated in the sun.”
“So, you do have to drink blood?”
“Yes of course. Evolution doesn’t cover that little fact.”
“It’s different for the individual. I have to drink every three to four days, but I like to do it more than that. It’s just hard to find willing participants.” He looked at me, a curious look on his face. “You interested?”
“No,“ I answered.
“Aww, too bad. Well, the night is still young. There are other ways I could indulge myself.”
“I bet,“ I said, trying not to watch where his eyes lingered. “But you haven’t answered all my questions.”
“I never said I would answer them all; I just said I would help.” He shrugged. “I guess I thought we could exchange information of sorts. Tit for tat, as they say.”
“What kind of information could I give you?”
He licked his bottom lip as he contemplated how to answer. He stood up and began to unbutton the rest of his shirt.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“Don’t you think it’s getting warmer in here?” His shirt hit the floor, and I was graced with the sight of his sweaty, toned upper body. Across his chest, the tattoo that read ‘Loveless’ almost seemed to glisten. His muscles were taut; if I’d thrown a punch at his hard abs it would have broken my hand. But he was right; it was getting warmer in my room. Literally. It felt like someone had turned up the heat. I wondered if vampires had the power to control a room’s temperature. If so, and it got any warmer, I would soon be half naked myself. I tried to push that thought far back into my mind where it belonged.
“Do you sleep in a coffin?” I blurted out, trying to keep him from reading my mind or getting dangerous ideas.
“Nope,“ he said, moving over to my bed where he promptly sat down. “I sleep in a bed.” He lay back and stretched, his muscles pulled even tighter by the action. “Usually not my own.”
Subtlety wasn’t one of Ryo’s traits. He was like the guy who knows he’s hot, so he prances around like an underwear model in a girl’s locker room. He just knows it’s a matter of time before someone reaches out in fascination. I myself tried not to look at him. I turned back to my laptop in an attempt to concentrate on something else.
“You know it’s rude, even for a human, to ignore animal attraction.”
“Sorry, I’m not attracted to animals,“ I said, my voice cracking a little. I heard him laugh under his breath.
“But you’re attracted to me,“ he said. “I can smell it.”
“Smell what?” I asked, alarmed.
“Fear. Temptation. Curiosity. Desire. All these have distinctive scents to a vampire. How’s that for a little 101?” He rolled over on his side and propped himself up on one elbow. “Don’t you feel it?”
I shook my head. “No. N..No I don’t.”
“I think you do.” He got up. “That’s the feeling of sin.” He stepped closer. “It’s already in your mind. Now, we only have to wait for your body to catch up.” He knelt by my chair again. “You’ve wanted me from the moment you first saw me.”
I had enough presence of mind left to know he had it wrong. It was he who had wanted me from the beginning. And everything he had been doing up until now was to get to this moment. Typical guy, really. Except the vampire within him had some intense mental powers as well, giving him an irresistible sense of persuasion that was hard to fight.
The thing is I did want him. I wanted to touch him, kiss him, taste his skin, his blood, his mouth. These thoughts were so overwhelming that I felt like my very mind was being violated. I opened my desk drawer, as he placed his hand on my calf and began to slide it up my leg. I pulled out the razor blade I used for cutting. I knew cutting him wouldn’t break the spell. It probably wouldn’t even faze him. But I didn’t need to. I needed to faze me. With one hand I flicked open the razor and dragged it across my leg just inches above where his hand was. This was one time when I wasn’t numb to the pain. It shot through my leg and up to the nerve center in my brain. With a gasp, I winced and dropped the razor, shoving my chair back from the desk. The sudden movement and the breaking of his hypnotic chain made him jump to his feet and retreat. But only for a moment. Something came over his eyes and I swore it was death…
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