Lonely Vampire

As Haruto approached the person, he saw that they were dressed in a dark jacket and had long hair that was tied up in a ponytail.

They were carrying a small bag in their hands, which was also very unusual since most people in his neighborhood didn't carry bags around with them. Haruto realized that the person was wearing a mask that covered their entire face, which was even more bizarre. He started to wonder what they could be carrying in that bag and how dangerous they really were.

He finally got close enough to them that they would be able to hear him clearly, so he spoke to them, "Hey, what the fuck are you doing?"

The person stopped dead in their tracks, which caught Haruto by surprise. They looked around and then at Haruto and just stood there for a second, as if they were thinking about what to do or say. Haruto decided to take matters into his own hands and grabbed their arm, which caused them to drop their bag on the ground. Haruto wasn't sure what to do with it, but he knew he wanted to take a peek inside and see if there was anything interesting inside.

He opened the bag and was shocked at what he saw.

It was full of blood.

It was filled to the brim with bags of blood, and it looked like someone had recently killed a person or a group of people, because it smelled fresh, as if they hadn't been dead very long. Haruto quickly shut the bag and dropped it, trying to put as much distance between himself and the person in front of him.

The person spoke, "I don't like people touching my things," their voice was muffled by their mask and was deep, it was clear it was a male.

Haruto froze, "What do you plan on doing with this stuff?"

The guy took a few steps towards Haruto, who didn't move. "You see...I like blood, so I'm gonna use it," he answered in a calm tone.

Haruto had no clue what he meant by that and he didn't want to stick around to find out either.

He started walking backwards slowly, "Stay the fuck away from me," he yelled, not knowing what to expect next from this creep.

The man stood still and looked at Haruto for a moment, "I think you might have the wrong idea here, but I'll give you a choice," he explained, as if he were a salesman trying to sell you some new car, "either you come with me now or I will have to force you. Do you want to make the smart choice?"

Haruto didn't like being threatened by this psycho, so he stood his ground and tried to stand tall, "I'm not going anywhere with you, asshole! Fuck off!" he shouted angrily, hoping that the guy would back off, but instead, the man laughed and began to walk towards Haruto again.

Haruto decided he didn't have a choice. He couldn't go to the police because they wouldn't believe him and even if they did, they wouldn't be able to find him. So he ran as fast as he could, but it was too late, the guy caught up to him.

Haruto felt something sharp and cold press up against his throat and the guy started whispering into his ear, "It's too late, I'm taking you with me whether you want to come or not."

Haruto realized what it was that he felt against his throat and it made him sick, he knew the man had a knife. He couldn't move and the man held the blade so tightly to his neck that he couldn't even swallow properly, it hurt and it felt like he might choke on his own saliva.

"If you don't want to get hurt, then follow me."

Haruto reluctantly followed the man, but he didn't know what else to do. He followed him all the way to the man's apartment, where he was held hostage for an entire night.

"Who are you, anyway?" Haruto finally found the courage to ask.

Ryuji smiled and removed the mask to reveal his face, "I was looking for someone special," he said in a very casual tone as he leaned down towards Haruto, who backed away.

He could see now that the man was handsome, very handsome. He was tall and thin, yet toned.

His face had sharp features and was framed by his long black hair. He had yellow eyes that looked like they were made of gold. His features were masculine yet soft at the same time. The man was gorgeous, which left him speechless.

His heart began to beat rapidly in his chest and his palms were sweaty. He couldn't believe he was thinking the man was sexy.

"My name is Ryuji, what's yours?," the man asked with a smile.

Haruto didn't know if he wanted to answer the question, but he didn't see any way out of this so he gave in and responded, "H...Haruto..."

Ryuji leaned forward and licked Haruto's lips before kissing him on the mouth passionately, forcing his tongue inside of Haruto's mouth.

He didn't want to give in to him, but he couldn't resist and it was amazing. Haruto let out a soft moan and melted into his embrace. It was like he had died and gone to heaven.

Haruto pulled his head away, his cheeks flushed red. He didn't know a kiss could be such a turn-on. He never expected a kiss to feel so amazing.

"W-What were you doing with so much blood, anyway? Were you going to drink it or something?" He asked in a confused voice.

Ryuji nodded and leaned against the wall, "Yep. I don't drink human blood anymore, so I've been drinking the blood of rats and small animals instead, it keeps me going for now.

I can't go to a blood bank and ask for human blood without a license and they can't just hand it over to me, it's illegal to do so," he explained in an annoyed tone."

"Wait, so you're a vampire?," Haruto asked with a look of disbelief.

"That's right... I am... But I won't harm you."

Ryuji Sato was a 20-year-old vampire. He has been alive for hundreds of years but is unable to die due to being bitten by another vampire. He feeds on small animals to get his fill of blood instead of humans because it keeps him from craving human blood and helps him stay in control of himself.

"I see," Haruto said, looking away from him.

He couldn't help but feel embarrassed for thinking this man was a killer. "But... How are you still alive if you've been around for centuries? Don't vampires die from old age or something?" he asked, not knowing what else to ask.

"I'm a special case," he explained. "I was bitten by a vampire that has never died of old age. The one that bit me had the gift of immortality."

"Oh."

Haruto looked up and stared at Ryuji for a moment. "Can I trust you, then?" he asked hesitantly.

Ryuji smiled and took his hand in his own, "You can trust me more than anyone else. I'll never hurt you, I promise."

They shared a look of understanding and trust, but Haruto still felt uncomfortable around him. He couldn't help but worry about what would happen next.

"So... What did you need me for?," he asked curiously, trying to take his mind off his nerves.

"Well... I wanted someone who was... Special to me, you could say."

"Um, okay," Haruto laughed nervously.

"What?" Ryuji furrowed his brows.

"That's kind of ridiculous."

"Is it, though?" Ryuji asked, sighing. "I've been alone for who knows how long. All my friends died ages ago, I've never had parents and I've tried to stay away from people."

"I'm sorry, I didn't realize..." he trailed off. "I'm sorry."

"Don't apologize," he chuckled, "it's alright, I know that people tend to judge me a bit. You should see what some people think of vampires these days."

"Really? What are people like that saying about them?"

"That we're all murderers," Ryuji sighed.

Haruto blinked in surprise, "They think vampires are all murderers? I've never heard such nonsense."

"Some people are scared of me, and others think I'm evil and just want to hurt people," he explained with a shrug. "It doesn't help that most of us do tend to hide out and don't really like being around humans."

Haruto smiled weakly, "Well... I don't think you're evil," he told Ryuji honestly, which made him laugh.

"Thanks. I appreciate that," he smiled back at him.

"What made you choose me, though?"

"Because of the way you look. It's a weird reason, but the moment I saw you I just knew you'd be a perfect partner," he explained with a smirk.

"I didn't just look like a stalker to you?" Haruto asked with a nervous laugh. "I mean, dude, you could have just talked to me like a normal person instead of holding me hostage by a knife to the throat."

Ryuji shook his head, "Nope, it was the best way to approach you without you freaking out too much, and I thought that you'd probably want to leave and go home so I wanted to make sure you didn't leave before I got a chance to talk to you."

"I'm in a gang," Haruto explained. "Shit doesn't scare me."

"I know... I'm sorry..." he apologized, looking down at his feet. "I shouldn't have done that to you. But... I'm really lonely."

Haruto sighed. He wondered why this man decided on him. There was nothing special about his existence. He was a gang member, a deadbeat high school student and had very little going for him in life.

A vampire found him intriguing? The entire situation was a mess.