The Awakening

By JP Adkins

What would you do if you found out you were genetically a Vampire? Would you embrace it or run? I have found that power is a strange thing - sometimes it pulls you into places you never knew you would go. I have done things that most have only dreamed of; ran through walls, jumped off buildings but it all seems like folly.

I am what happens when genetics mutate, when the species collide, when the beauty can’t resist the beast. I can’t infect with my kiss, but I can awaken with my seed but only if they are a mutation such as I.

Warning:

This book contains material that is only suitable for mature readers. It contains scenes of a sexual nature between two or more consenting men, drugs, and violence. The supernatural beings in this book do not have to worry about STDs but you do. Please do not attempt anything in this book at home.

• Language: English
• Publisher: JP Adkins
• Release date: Mar 20, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370668823

JP Adkins

JP Adkins sees it as his mission in life to help you realize your dreams and to uplift your mood. He is a celebrated graphic and web designer and has helped many authors publish their books. He gets pleasure in finding ways to make life more beautiful for himself and those around him. His dream is to travel the country writing inspirational stories and leading meditations wherever he goes. He believes too many times we allow ourselves to quit trying because we tell ourselves we don’t know how, we don’t have the money, and we aren’t good enough. He wants to inspire others to take the inspired action required to design their lives.In his quest to serve the world, he has taken the first steps in ordainment in the Order of the Jedi.May you feel the presence of the Force!

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The Awakening

JP Adkins

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Acknowledgements

This book would not have happened if not for the diligent work of many people including but not limited to Kage Alan, Patricia Logan, Lisa Worrall, Momo Thompson, Mary Gresham, and many others that have inspired and motivated me. Know that you are loved!

I look forward and behind

but naught did I find

that life is such

when hope is much

and all is there

to lend their prayer

imposable is just a word.

--jp adkins

Chapter 1

I never thought I would find something stronger than the blood. But here I am with my pipe to my lips; savoring the intense rush as the precious rock melted onto the screen and the smoke drifted down my throat. It never lasts long enough—the rush. Luckily, the man I fed from recently had just re-upped so I have plenty left to get me through till morning.

For some reason, my thoughts drift to where it began. When I first became this creature, sitting on my bed feeling alone and typing this to you. Looking back, I guess it all started with a co-worker. He'd gone through a nasty breakup that had left his mind a little off kilter. I'd suggested he came out with me, although it had been the first time I'd stepped into a gay bar in about four months. I'd needed some gay energy, especially since the co-worker was pretty hot, albeit straight. I knew he was apprehensive about going to a gay bar, but Diamond Jim's was mostly laid back. You could usually have a drink, sing a song and, for the most part, be left alone. I'd figured it would be a safe place where he wouldn't run into his ex-girlfriend as he had the last couple times he'd gone out. Not to mention I had a crush on the bartender, Purdee.

When we arrived at the bar I ran into a couple friends of mine. I'd known the girls for years, but only from Diamond Jim's. Meaning we were in the same places and said hi, but really that was the extent. They always had people gravitating around them, and we had a few mutual friends, but it wasn't until I met him that everything changed.

On any other night, I may have merely admired him from afar. That beautiful man, beyond my reach, with golden eyes, luminous smile, and a body built for sin. His eyes were what attracted me first. They were perfect golden eyes in flawless caramel skin. I was speechless, but somehow I knew I had to talk to him. Something about him drew me like a magnet as he sat there alone. Barely talking to the girls, or anyone else for that matter.

After a few moments and a shot of liquid courage, I finally got up the nerve to speak to him. He was like a Greek statue dipped in the most luscious milk chocolate, but for me it was always those golden eyes. It was like he knew I was going to come. I don't remember what I said, or even the reply, but I do know when the girls asked me to go to the house as they always had before, I declined till he gently said, Please, come to the house. I looked around for my coworker and found him with a transsexual named Lynn. She was cute and I wouldn’t have known at first glance that she wasn’t a biological woman.  I told him my plans and he and Lynn said they were already planning on going.  I guess the girl’s had asked everyone there.

The girls' house was set up for entertainment. When you walked in the front door you were in the smallish living room staring down a hallway that had three openings to the right and ended in the bathroom. Movies lined two of the walls and big comfortable furniture was crammed into every nook and cranny. Gabriel led me around the modern chaise lounge and was giving me the grand tour each room had been painted a different color of the rainbow as if the house itself was a tribute to being queer. The party itself was outside, and the 'who’s-who' of the West Detroit gay scene littered the lawn. Bartenders, drag queens, professors, strippers. You know, the people that wouldn't give you the time of day anywhere else. Everyone was so gracious. A few even talked to me. But let’s face it—I didn't belong there. The only reason for my being there was Gabriel.

After a few tokes of the hookah, Gabriel excused us and led me through the beaded curtain into the green room. Japanese artwork and artifacts adorned the room. I didn’t know much about art, but they looked old and valuable. I was afraid to touch anything, it all seemed so fragile. But then Gabriel kissed me and everything else was forgotten.

I couldn't believe it was happening. This beautiful creature was really kissing me. But as he stared into my eyes, everything else was forgotten. We were suddenly naked, although I wasn't sure how and his cold mouth explored my scorching hot skin. He caressed my trembling body, lifting me high on waves of sensation until I thought I’d never come down. I desperately returned every touch until our bodies could take it no longer, exploding between us Gabriel grabbed a towel from next to the futon which I hadn’t noticed before to clean us up before wrapping me into his arms. My senses were filled with Gabriel as I fell asleep.

I awoke in the morning to find Gabriel still sleeping beside me, his breathing even. Want surged through me. I had to have him—to taste him. I took him into my mouth slowly. I reveled in the way his flesh hardened under my ministrations, and I savored the taste of his chocolate brown skin. He awoke on a low groan and the sound of it was music to my ears. I could tell he was close by the tightening of his balls, and I worked to finish what I started He erupted with a roar so loud it shook the art on the walls, and filled my mouth with his seed. I had never tasted anything like it. It was intoxicating. The sweetest nectar.  I was gripped by a wave of sudden and intense sensation. I felt stronger, and my senses seemed heightened somehow. I could hear his heartbeat. I could feel the blood rushing through his veins. The wood crumbled under my hands where I gripped the side of the futon we laid upon and suddenly I was afraid. What is happening to me?

Eric? I heard Gabriel calling my name as if from far away. I opened my eyes and could see the anguish on his face. What the hell? Did I pass out?  I gazed up at him and blinked. I noticed the tiny blood vessels in his face as if his chocolate skin has suddenly become translucent. I hadn’t noticed them before.

What happened? I asked my voice unsteady. The lines I couldn’t seem to drag my gaze from seemed to pulse with every heartbeat. I felt as though I was losing my mind. I was unnerved by the anger in his eyes and swallowed hard, Are you ok? Gabriel reached for me then, the anger immediately dissipating. He held me in his arms and gently stroked my face. All the while he whispered over and over, What have I done?

I looked around the room then, the colors I can't describe them. I could see the variation of the green where the paint wasn't completely even. I could see the faint lines in each of the vases, the grain of the wood. The artwork itself seemed to jump off the walls at me and through it all was the rushing of the blood in Gabriel’s veins, like a siren calling me. What happened last night?  Did someone slip me some acid?

I was overcome with the need to taste his blood, thick and rich, coursing just under his skin. I knew that my life would be complete if I could taste it, the thought chilling me to the bone.

Then I heard someone stir in the living room, and I could feel their blood vibrating. It’s smell just a little more bitter where Gabriel’s is sweet. My mind instantly focused on that vibration but I clung to Gabriel not trusting myself to move.

I'm going crazy, I whispered, burying my face against Gabriel's cool skin.

We must get out of here. I was astonished by how quick he had gotten each of us dressed. I was paralyzed with the multitude of sensations assaulting by body at once. It was as if every nerve ending were suddenly working for the first time. I could feel the ripple of the soundwave from my breath against my chest intermingled with the sound of the hairs on Gabriel’s arm scraping against the cotton of his shirt. In an instant I was everything and nothing and the blood around me was all that mattered.

Close your eyes," he warned racing through the living room, past the bitter blood, and into the morning sun. I could feel its heat radiating through my eyelids while Gabriel quickly opened the door and placed me in the passenger seat of his car. He slammed the door behind me and I let out the breath I hadn't even realized I was holding.  It was dark in the car and I slowly opened my eyes. The windows had been limo tinted. I cried out when he opened the driver's door to slide behind the wheel. It felt as though my eyes were going to melt out of their sockets.

Here, put these on. Gabriel handed me a pair of sunglasses and I slipped them on. I heaved a sigh of relief as the pain in my eyes subsided.

I was trying desperately to think of anything to distract me from the sensations going through my body – the artic chill of the air conditioning against my skin, the sound of the tires against the road, the smell of Gabriel’s blood pumping though is viens.  Where are we going? I asked cautiously, not sure I want the answer.

To the hospital, Gabriel replied.

"I am going crazy," I whimpered, allowing the tears to fall. Had he known I wanted to sink my teeth into his flesh? How the hell could I explain this urge that threatened to consume me?  That my entire body was shaking with the effort it was taking to keep myself under control.

You're not crazy. You're a vampire, he said, his voice filled with disgust. Then he said something I didn't understand.  I'm sorry.

What did he have to be sorry for?

I was so lost under the assault of sensations body was feeling in that moment that it was a complete surprise when I looked up to find us pulling into the driveway at Herman-Keifer.  I had seen this hospital before but hadn't been inside. It was right on Michigan Avenue, near the I75/I96 Interchange. The university hospitals were so close the majority of the town used them instead. I guess now I know why.

As we walked in from the back I saw what can only be described as a wolfman, a ratman, both somewhat bloody by what I could