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Passions of the Dark Part 2 Tim drew back in horror, not knowing what to think. The face of the angel had been transformed to the face of a devil. No longer was there the handsome face that had attracted him before. Now all he saw was a hideous monster, a monster with terrible fangs that were about to tear at his throat. The only thing that had remained the same were those eyes, the eyes of deep blue that had enthralled him. He jumped up from the sofa, backing up slowly as he frantically searched for a way out. He began to run. "TIM!!!" Tim stopped, paralyzed with fear at the sound of his name coming from this creature. He turned around and gazed upon the monster. The creature had it's back to him with it's head hanging down like it was feeling shame. After what seemed like an eternity, the creature spoke. "I'm sorry for scaring you. Please give me the chance to explain." The creature turned toward Tim, once again wearing the face of the angel. Tim looked upon Christian and again saw tears rolling down his cheeks. His heart suddenly swelled as he felt the pain that his savior was in. The terror that he had moments ago was quickly being replaced by compassion. "I had hoped that you would never have to see me like that", Christian softly spoke. "What are you, Christian?" "There are so many names for what I am. The only one that I have is cursed. I am what I am because of the mistakes that I have made in my past." "What could you have done that would warrant such a fate", Tim asked. "Please tell me!" Christian motioned for Tim to sit again on the sofa. As Tim reluctantly took his place again, Christian stared into the fire, watching the flames dance. He wasn't sure where to begin with his story but knew that it was one he wanted to tell. He needed Tim to understand the circumstances that had befallen him and made him the thing he most dreaded. He turned back toward Tim and began his story. "Once upon a time, I wasn't this monster that I am now. I was once a normal man much like yourself. I had desires and I had dreams. I was happy with where my life was going and then it was all taken from me." "You have to remember that things were different back then. Yes, there were other men such as myself, men with the desires to be with other men. Only I had taken my desires to the farthest reaches. I lived a life of debauchery, going from one man to the next. As soon as I got what I wanted from one, I would move on to another. That was until I met Roberto and my life changed in an instant. He was a young gypsy boy traveling with his family. They came to the village beyond the woods looking for work. So smitten was I with Roberto that I hired all of them to come work here at my castle. I made sure that Roberto was always with me, wanting nothing more than to be in his presence. He was beautiful beyond compare. I knew that I wouldn't be able to rest until I had him in my bed. And then one day when his family had gone to the village for supplies and I had my opportunity. I went up to my room and bathed. When I was finished, I called Roberto in my room. He promptly came in and when he saw that I was completely undressed and highly aroused, his gaze instantly dropped to the floor. Not a word was ever spoken between us as I undressed him. My growing desires were quite obvious as I lead him over to my bed. I had my way with him, more than once. I taught him how to suck like a cheap whore. I fucked him in every position that you could imagine. When I wore out one opening, I would move to the other. I was like an animal with him, not being able to get my fill. I had never before used someone else's body like I used his that day. I kept him there in my bed, subject to my every want, until I heard his family returning from the village. We dressed quickly and went about our day as if nothing had happened. At least that was what I thought. You see, although he was an incredible lover with me, he had been brought up in a very strict and religious life. Still, I knew that he enjoyed what happened between us as much as I did. He needed no coaxing as I introduced him to the pleasures of sex with a man. I longed for the chance to be with him again and made plans for him to join me that night after everyone was asleep. He arrived at my room at the scheduled hour and we quickly resumed our escapades in my bedchamber. I had just entered him from behind and was about to start when there was a pounding at the door of my room. It was Roberto's father. He had followed Roberto to my room and now he demanded that I open the door. Roberto hid under the blankets as I went to let his father in. The man stormed past me and began looking around the room. His eyes stopped on my bed and he quickly went over and pulled the blankets to the floor. When he saw his son lying there naked, he became outraged. He grabbed Roberto from the bed and flung him toward the door. Roberto ran from my room with a look of dread on his face. His father swore at me in his native tongue as he made his way out. I tried to apologize but he would have none of it. He told me that I had disgraced his only son in the eyes of their Lord and that we would both be forever condemned to eternal suffering for what we had done. The family left within the hour but not before Roberto's father swore a curse on me and my house. He saw me as a monster that had sucked the goodness from his son. He swore that from that day on that I would forever be the creature that he claimed me to be." "So, is that why you are what you are today?" Tim interrupted, hanging on every word Christian had spoken. "Well, not entirely. At least, not at first. After Roberto and his family had left my house, I went back to my old ways. I felt like I was trying to find a lover that could possibly replace Roberto but it was impossible. No man I was with after that felt the same to me. I wanted Roberto back with me. And then one stormy night, as if in an answer to my prayers, he returned. It seemed that he had run away from his family during the middle of the night. His father had been ruthless to the boy. He had been severely beaten numerous times by the man. Roberto could take it no longer and escaped his father's wrath to be with me. I was so overjoyed to have him back with me. Quickly the two of us went to my bed to make love. I felt such passion from Roberto that night as we enjoyed each other's body. As we began to make love, I noticed a strange pounding in my head. I couldn't concentrate as the pounding became louder and louder. I wanted nothing more than for it to stop. I collapsed atop Roberto and screamed out in pain. He wanted to help me but wasn't sure what to do. I turned my head toward him, hiding my face in his neck. The pounding got faster and faster. It was then that I realized that the pounding that I was hearing was in actuality the beating of Roberto's heart. I became transfixed as I continued to listen to the beating, imagining the blood as it made it's way through his body. I knew that I would have to do something before I went insane. I inched my mouth closer to his neck and began to lick him there. I wanted to taste his blood, feel it's warmth in my mouth. I opened my mouth and bit down on his flesh. He screamed out but I wouldn't release my hold. As the blood flowed from the wound into my mouth, I drank deep of the sweet nectar. Roberto finally stopped fighting against me as I continued feasting on him. When I was done, I sat up and looked at Roberto's face. His eyes stared up at me as if to ask me why. His father had been right, I had drained all the goodness from him. I reared my head back and yelled out loudly from the farthest depths of my soul. As I gazed upon Roberto's body, I finally realized what I had become. I was a monster. A monster beginning it's long journey into the darkness that was quickly to come."