by Stefan Volcy (address withheld)

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Kyrnios is an immortal vampire. Zythos is the man he
falls in love with. Katrina is the beautiful woman who
distracts him when he is in need of it. (MF, MM, bi,
fantasy)

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Egypt, 7000 B.C.

The sun rose over the land of Egypt.

The tribe was moving along the banks of the Nile. They
were looking for food. Five hundred men, women and
children marching under the scorching African sun. They
walked around. It was a real hot day, even for this
part of the world. The sun shone really bright and all.
This nomadic tribe was known as the Hatrans, the
smallest group of the Hittites.

One family was lagging behind. The father and mother
pushed a camel along. The young daughter walked on foot
behind them. She was a young woman, only eighteen years
of age. She walked there, carrying a heavy load. The
tribe was moving, looking for new territory. They were
forced to abandon these parts because more aggressive
tribes from the East were moving in. Those barbarians
had a habit of destroying pretty much anything and
everything in their way.

Still the tribe marched on. They continued to march
even as a sand storm suddenly rose, the dunes were
moving about and the wind hipped really fast. They saw
a rocky hill not far away and decided to take refuge
there. They hurried because desert storms could be
lethal to even the strongest desert people. The young
woman ran along with the tribe. At some point, she
tripped over a rock and fell. She hit her head against
a rock and lay still. No one noticed that she had
fallen, so intense was their fear of the desert storm.

The young woman lay there. She lay there even as the
storm came near. She was unconscious. She lay there as
the sand storms raged about. When she woke up, her
tribe was gone. She was all alone. And it was night
time. She would wander the desert for awhile, looking
for her family. She could not find them. She would
encounter a rather strange beast while looking for
them. Something very old and powerful. A beast with
intelligence and power. Something the desert people
actually feared and respected. That beast would bite
her and something of itself would go into her. She
would become half human and half beast.

She inherited something from the beast that changed
her. She developed a craving for blood. She would
wander the desert by night looking for prey. The blood
of the living sustained her. It would give her great
strength and a very long lifespan. At the time, no one
could have known that she was the first of a new breed
of creature. The creatures that prowl the night looking
for human victims and draining them of blood. Whenever
she bit a human and exchanged blood with them, they
became like her. Preternaturally strong and fast,
blessed with a very long lifespan. These

creatures were known as Blood Drinkers.

England, 2004.

The young woman ran. She ran as fast as she could. She
didn’t dare turn around, fearing who or what was in hot
pursuit of her. She was a young woman

in her early twenties. Her name was Rachel Dailey. She
was a street girl. The

member of one of those rare “girl gangs”.

She had been on her usual corner, selling dope and
promising cheap thrills to the lonely. She was a
hustler. Her gang controlled the prostitution and dope
dealing on this side of London. Rachel was not someone
you should mess with. She was a hardened killer. She
once killed a man with a knife. She was dangerous. She
was fierce. Now, tonight, she was scared. Something had
come to the streets of London.

Something dangerous and powerful. She had heard the
thugs talking about it and had

refused to believe it. Now, it was after her. She kept
running in the street, avoiding the light. She didn’t
see the dark form drop from high above and land right
in front of her until it was too late. Rachel found
herself staring into the eyes of a tall, strikingly
beautiful young man.

“Hello.” he said.

She gasped. He stared at her. She couldn’t believe what
she saw. A tall, slender young man with spiky black
hair and pale green eyes dressed in black. He stared at
her with hungry eyes. She took out her gun. He snatched
it from her hand with a speed that surprised her. She
tried to put up a fight. His strength was amazing. He
simply threw her away like a doll. She fell, twenty
feet away. She felt her bones break when she landed on
the hard ground. Never before had she felt such
strength.

The young man came to her and bent over, looking at
her. He lifted her off the ground and brought her close
to him, as if he wanted to see her better. She stared
at him, fascinated. He stared right back. She reached
down into her pocket, trying to take out the small
knife she always carried. He must have sensed it for he
caught her arm before it even reached her pocket.

“Not gonna work on me.” he said.

She struggled, kicking and screaming. The young man
grabbed her by the neck, and squeezed. Seconds later,
she hung limply in the air, held by his hand. Once the
life was ebbing out of her, the young man did something
very unusual. He bit her, at the neck. He drank her
blood, taking in all that she had been. He drank her
blood and with it her life. Once he was done, he threw
her into the dark alley in the trash bin.

“Kyrnios, must you always do that?” a voice said.

The young vampire who had just killed the female
gangster turned around. He was curious as to who knew
his name. He relaxed for he recognized the person who
had spoken. Out of the shadows came a man. He was tall,
lean and muscular. His skin

was light bronze and he had long black hair. He wore
black clothing. He smiled at Kyrnios.

“Greeting, Zythos.” said Kyrnios.

The two of them shook hands. They were both vampires.
Both had known each other for a very long time.
Centuries. They walked down the street, talking
casually until they heard the sound of sirens. Kyrnios
effortlessly leapt a hundred feet off the ground and
landed on the roof of a building. Zythos followed him
and for awhile, the two vampires raced through the
night. They leapt from rooftop to rooftop, effortlessly
covering a dozen square miles in just a few minutes.
Kyrnios took Zythos to his loft. They spent the day
there.

Kyrnios was lying in bed, far away from the light as
possible. He didn’t like the daytime but had grown used
to it during the centuries that he had been alive. He
was just trying to rest when he heard very light
footsteps. He got up and found himself staring at a
very beautiful sight. His friend Zythos was standing
just a few feet away from him, gloriously naked.
Kyrnios looked at Zythos’s fine muscular male body. The
dude had it going on. He looked like he could be an
athlete or something.

“Hello.” Kyrnios said.

“You ready to embrace me, my prince?” Zythos asked.

Kyrnios took one look at Zythos and felt himself grow
weak in the knees. His best friend and fellow vampire
was drop dead gorgeous. Zythos came into Kyrnios’s bed
and they kissed. Kyrnios ran his hands over Zythos’s
muscular body. So fine and so firm and yet so smooth.
He just had to get that body. He kissed Zythos from
head to toe and even took his cock into his mouth.

He looked into Zythos’s beautiful face as he sucked him
off, wanting to bring him maximum pleasure. He loved
the taste and feel of the other vampire’s throbbing
manhood inside his mouth. When Zythos came, Kyrnios
drank every last drop of his cum. The two lovers rolled
around on the bed and Kyrnios climbed on top of Zythos.
He felt Zythos’s throbbing cock underneath him and just
had to have it.

He positioned himself to allow Zythos inside him. When
Zythos entered him, Kyrnios felt the strange pleasure
of letting go and letting someone else be in charge of
his body and soul, something he never did. He felt
Zythos’s hardness inside him and grunted. He furiously
stroked his own cock as Zythos fucked him.

He looked at Zythos and saw the beautiful man close his
eyes and knew what was coming. Zythos came inside him
and Kyrnios screamed in both pain and joy. He went into
Zythos’s welcoming arms and kissed him. Moments later,
they were asleep.

When morning came, Kyrnios went to the Darkman Club. It
was one of those new gothic clubs in London. He checked
them out from time to time. He had been around for
centuries. Kyrnios was twenty two years old back in the
glorious

year 1090 A.D. He was a young man living in Greece. He
met a man named Mateo. Mateo was actually a vampire,
one that had been alive since the time of the early
Romans. He turned Kyrnios into a vampire. He taught
Kyrnios a lot. He taught him how to appreciate the
finer things in life and enjoy himself as only the
undead could. Kyrnios embraced his new life as a
vampire. He had the strength of ten men, and he could
move as fast as a cheetah. He could leap incredible
heights and survive all kinds of physical trauma and
torture because of his body’s ability to regenerate.

All the perks of being a vampire. A lot of the things
about vampires were crap. They couldn’t turn into bats
or other things. They couldn’t fly. Crosses, garlic and
holy water had no effect on them. Neither did silver.
They were not crazy about sunlight because it sapped
them both mentally and physically. It drained them of
any energy they had but it could not kill them. They
didn’t burst into flames

when exposed to sunlight but they were likely to fall
asleep and become utterly helpless.

Kyrnios went inside the Darkman. It was only twelve
noon and there were already a lot of people around.
Goths. He scoffed. He saw someone who looked familiar.
One of the club girls. What was her name? No matter.
She came to him, drawn to him because of his magnetic
presence. He was tall and handsome, that was part of it
but vampiric bodies emitted a sort of pheromone that
affected members of both sexes. Kyrnios was not
surprised when the young woman approached him. They
started talking. It turns out her name was Katrina and
she was twenty one years old. She was an aspiring
actress in the city. And, oh, she had her eye on him
for a long time.

When she invited him to come “visit” a room backstage,
he tried really hard to appear surprised.

Kyrnios looked at Katrina. She was tall, with long
black hair and alabaster skin. She wore a black leather
bustier with a matching black leather miniskirt and
black leather boots. She looked hot and she knew it.
Kyrnios stared at her, she was a pleasant-looking
creature. He made a small gesture with his hand and she
came to him. He looked at her body. She had a supple
form. Nice breasts, slim waist and great, nice, tight-
looking ass. She smiled seductively at him and he tried
not to roll his eyes. She kissed him. He looked away
and she continued to kiss his neck and chest and made
her way to his belly before unzipping his fine black
leather pants. She took

his cock out of his pants and was amazed at the size of
it. It was not only long but also thick as well. A good
ten and a half inches. She just had to taste it.

She licked the head of his cock before licking up and
down on the shaft and licking his balls. Her tongue was
doing things to him, making his super sensitive skin
feel… sensations. She took the cock into her mouth
and continued to suck it. She was sucking on it
energetically, like she wanted to suck the life out of
him. He watched her pretty face as her head bobbed up
and down on his cock. Her mouth felt warm around his
cool flesh. He came inside her mouth and she drank his
seed, drinking his inhuman seed.

Seed that like him was immortal but could never create
a new life. He closed his eyes and all he could hear
were the slurping sounds her mouth made as she sucked
his cock. He took her in his arms and placed her so
that she sat astride him. She felt his hard cock
underneath her and pulled back her skirt. She wasn’t
wearing anything underneath. He smelled her womanly
smell. Hmm. Sharp and lusty, incredibly demanding.

He penetrated her slowly. He started to fuck her
slowly, establishing a good rhythm. He could feel her
body growing excited as

his cock slammed inside her pussy. She was undulating
and groaning. He thrust into her, always wanting to go
deeper and achieving greater and greater penetration.
He finally came inside her, shooting his jizz deep
inside her pussy. She screamed as he came inside her
and gripped his body. She held onto him as if for dear
life. He was that good…

A little while later…

Kyrnios was exiting the club. He walked to his Porsche
and drove back to his apartment. There wasn’t much to
be done during the day. Kyrnios had amassed a
considerable fortune during the near-millennium that
had spent walking the earth. He had a lot of wealth and
power. He had things and business transactions to look
after.

He was driving when he saw a vision of true beauty… a
tall black male who looked like an athlete. The brother
was walking around the street, well-dressed and
gorgeous. He was walking with an equally alluring black
female in a low-cut dress.

He liked the look of those two. He liked it a lot. He
was trying to decide which one he was going to fuck
when he felt… something.

Elsewhere…

something stirred underneath the Egyptian desert.
Inside an ancient cave, something moved. Something that
had not seen the light of day in many thousands of
years.

The creature that crawled out of the deep underground
cave stood looking at the world for the first time in
many thousands of years. It didn’t look dangerous. It
was tall and slender and decidedly feminine. It was
also not human. A vampire. A female. A female vampire.
It was all that and more. It was the First Vampire.

The End

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