My Vampire and I by J. P. Bowie Read Free Book Online

it through vampire eyes. To live forever. Okay, there were definitely some obstacles to overcome here. Numero uno—
fear. Yet, Marcus didn't frighten me. I was in awe of him, but not afraid. The fact that he had made me this offer, proved him to be a man—or rather, a vampire—of honour. I was sure he would be gentle with me when it came time to change me, 51
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but I had read enough vampire stories to know fangs in the jugular hurt like hell.
Maybe he could do it with a syringe...?
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Despite my anxieties, I found myself enjoying the day.
    Just the thought of seeing Marcus again, kept me going in the gym. I fantasised about him as I worked up a sweat on the treadmill, on the biceps curl machine, working my abs— really working those—and torturing my glutes— really wanted those to stand out. All through those exercises, I let my mind roam to all that we had done the night before. I could almost feel his lips on mine, his hands on my body, caressing, teasing. I was hard again. I glanced at my watch. Three o'clock. Yeah
    ... won't be long now. Time to go home and shower. I stood up, holding my towel discreetly in front of me to cover the bulge in my shorts. "Hi, there."
I looked around to find a good-looking young guy standing behind me. Slightly taller and heavier than me, with a shock of thick, reddish blond hair, he was very attractive in a self-absorbed kind of way. He was smiling, but there was something cold behind it.
    "Hi," I said. "What's up?"
"You're Roger, Marcus's new friend, right?"
"Uh..." I was a little taken aback. "Well, yes, I guess. I met him last night."
"Last night, eh?" He frowned at me. "You should know something."
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"Know what?"
"I'm Kurt, by the way."
I started to hold out my hand, but he made no move to reciprocate, so I let it fall back to my side. "Is that your name or your attitude?" I asked, not smiling.
    "Very funny."
"It wasn't meant to be. What d'you want?"
"Just to warn you about him."
"I know about him," I said sharply. "It's a little hard to miss."
"Not that. I mean what he'll do when ... when he's had enough."
Uh oh ... I didn't want to hear that. "Enough of what?" I asked, feigning naïveté.
"Enough of you , dummy."
"Hey!"
He moved closer, scowling. "Ask him about me, why don't you? Ask him about how he started to change me then changed his fucking mind!"
I could think of a dozen reasons why Marcus would have second thoughts about having this shit-head in his life for the next millennium and I'd only met him two minutes ago. Still, the prospect of being dumped after the initial bloodletting was not something I felt I would handle very well.
    "I'm sorry," I said. "Do you know why he changed his mind?"
Wrong question. Kurt's eyes narrowed into a look of hatred. "Because of you. That's why," he spat at me.
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"Wait a minute." I held up my hand to stop him getting any closer with the spitting. "I only met him last night. You're telling me he dumped you this morning?"
     
"No. Three weeks ago."
     
Three weeks ago. When Marcus first saw me leaving the movie house. He dumped this guy after seeing me for the first time. I couldn't help but feel extremely flattered—and smug. I tried not to let it show on my face, but I must have failed, because Kurt's grew redder than a stoplight. "You son-of-a-bitch," he yelled, pushing me hard against the ab-machine's metal support.
     
"Ow!" I pushed him back, and the next thing I knew, I was involved in a rather unseemly fight, the two of us rolling about on the floor, throwing punches at one another, until two trainers leaped in and pulled us apart.
     
One of them, Bruce, I knew from frequenting the gym and passing the time of day on occasion. He looked at me in amazement, I think quite impressed that I had engaged in fisticuffs with a taller, heavier guy.
    " Dudes ," he said—he calls everyone dude. "You can't be doing this shit in here."
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