Must Read: My Dark Angel ( Gay Story)… Part 11

I looked down scared by his reaction. His hand then moved to my chin and tugged it up so that my eyes met his. The anger was gone as he said, “Hey, I…I didn’t mean to make you sad it’s just that…” His voice trailed off then continued, “When you are first made there are very few things that hold your interest. You will feel wild and hyper all of the time. Blood will be your main desire but other needs will assert themselves as well. I was lucky. When Marcus made me, he was extremely strict and continually monitored me to make sure that I did not kill humans.”
Thought immediately ran through my head.
“Would Louis let me die so that I wouldn’t have to face that?”
“Doesn’t he want us to be together forever?”
“if I die and we are mates how would he live with himself, he said before it would destroy someone to lose their mate”
He smiled and I grinned weakly back, before changing I didn’t want to express those questions yet. Maybe it was because I was afraid of the answers he may have given. Instead, I changed the topic, “How do you become your mate?”
He smiled and I grinned weakly back as he looked at me then said, “We would have to have s*x and exchange blood soon after. It is the same way for two vampires as a vampire and a human.”
I though on that and then asked, “Has my taking your blood made some sort of link between us?”
He nodded, then said slowly, “I am able to sense your emotions and it strengthens our feelings for each other.”
My mind moved quickly, thinking it explained why I trusted him already. But I didn’t want to think that all the feelings were because of our link by blood.
“Was the love I felt for him because of the bond? Did he love Marcus?”
“What were you like when you were still human?” I asked hesitantly.
He smiled, but I could see the tension in his shoulders as he said, “It fades over time but I remember that I had private piano lessons and went to church in Dublin where I lived. I remember my sister and my mother and father. I loved running in the green fields near my aunt’s house, but the individual details have faded.”
I knew I had more questions but I wanted to digest all he had told me. Louis took his turn to ask me questions. “What is your favourite Shakespeare play?”
I thought that an odd question out of all he could have asked, but quickly said, “Richard the Third, what’s yours?”
He answered, “The Merry Wives of Windsor.”
We continued to ask each other questions about likes and dislikes as we steadily learned more about one another.
I found out that his favourite piece of music was Allegri’s Miserere. He described some of his travels around the world after 1948 when he though Marcus had died. He visited Germany, Italy, Romania, Spain, France, China and many other countries.
I listened intently to his stories. He had spent 64 years travelling after Marcus’ supposed death.
I spoke as well and described some of my favourite pieces of music many of which were on the violin.
While Louis was describing one of his many stories, I toed off my shoes and moved my leg under the table and ran it up his leg. He stuttered and whatever he was saying cut off. I moved my foot over his crotch, he leaned back in his chair and I slowly rubbed teasing circles with my foot.
He growled and I felt him go hard under his jeans.
I pulled away after a short minute because most people had left the cafeteria. I moved round to his side of the table and kissed him lightly on the lips. I smiled seeing how his eyes had grown slightly darker than their usual green.
Everybody seemed to know my name wherever I went in the school, word seemed to have traveled fast, about how I had vanished with Louis yesterday, and now seemed to give me a wide berth in class, that was apart from 1 boy who kept winking at me in class.
He was probably the one who kept throwing pencils at me, but my spell held out against it, but I did notice a slight drain in my strength each time a pencil collided with me, I considered spelling him but that seemed slightly drastic, I have no idea how to do any complex spells, and any of the powerful spells at the my current skill level would probably kill me.
As I was walking towards my next class a boy walked into me and froze, I looked up to see a boy face to face with me, a buzz seemed to emanate from him when our skin touched, I looked up and his eyes locked with mine he exclaimed
“you have magic, don’t you”
I nodded then he smiled
“hi I’m Niclaus a descendant of the Uthar coven, and might I ask from which coven you are descended?”
I thought for a second still trying to take in the information just presented to me
“I am a descendant of the Danaro coven and Hakara coven”
his eyes widened in surprise when I said Danaro and even more so when I said Hakara, he whispered quickly
” I have never heard of someone descended from two powerful covens, the Danaro in itself is an extremely powerful coven but combined with their rival the Hakara, how long have you known you have had magic?”
“less than a day”
“so new? But when I touched you I felt so much power, so powerful yet inexperienced, allow me to be the first from the Uthar coven to greet you, I have a warning for you, there is a blód drincere in the school he does not seem dangerous but I warn you that he would make a formidable enemy, judging by the amount of power you possess to him your blood would smell irresistible”
I laughed out loud
“I already know that there is a Vampire, I know him more intimately than you, in fact it was his blood that awakened my magic”
I said, he looked as though I had just slapped him,
“I thought most people knew that I had been hanging around him but obviously not everyone has.”
I left him there with a look of shock on his face as I continued to my next lesson which was chemistry.
The class was half full when I arrived, and I took a seat towards the back of the classroom and waited for the class to begin, Louis strolled in casually a god in flesh, he spotted me at the back of the classroom and strolled up to join me.
It hadn’t been long since I had last seen him but It felt good to have him near me, his hand found mine and he rubbed soothing circles on the skin it, he leaned against my shoulder and moved towards me neck gliding his nose along the skin of it and inhaling.
He sighed in contentment before gently kissing my neck, he leaned back and caught my gaze, he whispered quietly
“so hard to resist you have no idea, I just can’t wait to bite into it again”
I laughed under my breath,
“Louis if someone has magic does it change the taste of their blood?”
he nodded before saying, “some things change the taste of blood but magic has a more desirable taste than other causes. you are the sweetest that I have ever smelled, I am guessing that you have a lot of power at your disposal, you just need to learn how to channel it, but I will be with you to help you”
I thought about this for a second before continuing
“are there any other witches at this school?”