A little girl stood in the middle of a crowded market place. “Mommy?” She called out tentatively. “Mommy?! Daddy?! Where did you go?!” She started to cry as her eyes filled with little tears. She was a bright blue eyed and blond haired girl, and at the age of about 6 her parents disappeared off the face of the earth.

As the market cleared and the sun went down the little girl had wondered herself into a panic. Her heart beat heavily in her little undeveloped chest. Salty tear stains fell down her creamy white cheeks. The first day her parents took her to the market too.

As the night got darker people paid no mind as they went home, happily to their wives and children. The little girl was dressed in a light baby blue dress with white fringe underneath; a matching blue coat covered her top. She could see her breath in the air now and shivered, hugging her arms around her body.

“Child, what is wrong?” Asked a tall and lean man, he had a black top-hat on and a black cape lined in red satin. He looked as if he’d just come from the theatre, he was at least twice the height of the little girl.

“I can’t find my Mommy or my Daddy.” She started to whimper, hugging to the man’s leg. He leaned down and pried her off his leg, sitting her on his hip. “It’s alright child. Would you like to come with me?”

And that is how it began. The man aloud the girl to grow up under his care and nurturing. She loved him more then any child loved a parent. Until the day came, she was old enough. “Dear, it is time.” He had told her, she was now 21 and he had not aged a day since she met him. She had fallen in love with him, knowing that he was not her real father.

He turned her into what he was. A dark creature of the night. But at the same time he turned her into a vampire, they conceived a child. Later that year the girl, now a woman gave birth to an amazing little baby boy. Thought born of vampiric parents he was different. Some birth defect from the vampiric blood turned him. He had spiky black hair, piercing steel grey eyes and two small black horns on his head; as well, his back had two small black bat wings and a devil’s tail, a beautiful child in his parent’s eyes. They named him Dion.  Dion grew quickly as a child, but as soon as he hit 15 he began to grow oddly, very slowly. Fifty years to him, made his body grow one year.

Now, it is the 21st century, he looks to be about 19 years of age. He has come to America in search of adventure away from his parents in England.

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Revelin was on his way back from the art supplies store, a stack of pre-stretched canvases and a large bag of new paints and brushes. He was balancing it all on his arms as he made the long track home.

Revelin turned a corner as he neared his loft apartment. Only a few more blocks to go.

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Dion walked the streets of New York, completely lost and confused about how different it was from his England. He bumped into people and they bumped into him. He had a little money that he’d had changed into US dollars, but that was about it. He had no where to go once the sun rose and no where to stay or go if he got into trouble or something.

He suddenly turned a corner quickly and slammed into someone carrying a large load of… art supplies?! He yelled out slightly as he fell back onto his ass and so did whoever he bumped into. “Sorry sorry!” He said as he hopped to his feet, he began to help the guy pick up his art supplies. “I guess I should have been looking where I was going.” He laughed nervously and rubbed the back of his head.

“No, its okay, I shouldn’t have been carrying so much.” Revelin gave the guy a smile as he finished picking up the paints and brushes into the bag. “You’re not from around here are you?” He asked noting the British accent.

“Yeah, I’m from England.” Dion smiled, but quickly shut his mouth, the vampiric fangs obviously seen, but since it was late at night, and the street lights were shitty, he didn’t see much. As well his spiked up hair covered his black horns, the leather jacket hid the wings and his tail was stuffed down his pant’s leg. “And, I have no where to go.”

Revelin perked up, he smiled. “Want to stay with me? I’ve got more then thought room, I’ve got a loft apartment a few blocks away.”

“That would be so great! Thank you.” Dion smiled, “I’ll help you carry these to your place then.” He held the canvases in his arms.

“Sure, this way.” And Revelin led the way to his apartment. As the arrived by the elevator Revelin stepped into the apartment first and set the paints and stuff on the kitchenette counter. Dion followed and did the same with the canvases.

“Wow, nice apartment.” Dion said amazed at the high ceiling, bright colors and paintings galore in the quite open area. There were few windows anywhere and only a few ceiling sky-lights. “Oh, I’m sorry, my names Dion by the way.” He smiled and rubbed the back of his head taking a step toward Revelin.

Revelin smiled and nodded, “I’m Revelin.” Now in the better light, Dion could see that Revelin had bright blond hair, quite long and pulled back into a pony tail, a few strands fell down in front of his face. He was beautiful for a guy, feminine like features, long eye lashes, and a sleek body. It was warm outside, he wore a tight black t-shirt and black baggy cargo pants, as well as a set of black vans on his feet.

Wait a minute! He thought to himself, why was he looking at a guy like this?! He’s not gay or anything, not that he remembered. Plus, his parents would cook his ass if he was! He swallowed hard in his throat and pulled at the collar of his t-shirt. He himself wore black pants, a black t-shirt, and a black leather jacket despite the heat. He shook his head and mentally slapped himself.

“Thank you, so much for letting me stay, I don’t know what I would have done.” He smiled and leaned agents the table.

“No problem, I’ve been looking for a room mate, it’s too boring here alone.” Revelin smiled and nodded.

“I love your paintings by the way, they’re really something.” He turned toward some of the paintings. “You’re really good.”

Revelin blushed, “Thanks, I’ve been painting since I can remember, I love to paint.” Revelin blushed a deeper red, hoping Dion couldn’t see. Dion didn’t know that he was gay yet, and he didn’t want to scare him either. He was really cute and Revelin didn’t want to loose him, that was the whole reason he had invited him to stay at his apartment.

“So, I only have one bed, but I have a blow up on too, or the couch, take your pick.” Revelin smiled.

“Anything is fine, as long as I get somewhere to lie down.” He laughed nervously.

It was really late anyways, later then it should be, sun-up was in an hour and a half. “You can take then blow-up bed in my room. I’ll probably sleep all day, and if I wake up I’ll go off painting somewhere in the apartment, whenever you wake up, it won’t be hard to find me.” Revelin smiled.

Dion smiled and nodded, sounded fine to him. Revelin showed him the room and got the blow-up bed ready, threw down some pillows and some sheets. “There ya go.” He nodded as he took his shirt off and stripped down to his black satin boxer-briefs, showing off his smooth hairless, tanned and toned chest and legs. Dion’s mouth dropped open and if his face could have blushed, he would have.

Dion did the same as Revelin, stripping down to his black cotton boxers and wiggled onto the bed and under the sheets.

Dion spoke out in the black of the room, “Thanks a lot Revelin, for taking me in, it was really nice of you.”

“That’s okay, it’s not like I pay rent for this place, my parents bought and paid for it, for me, so stay as long as you want.”

Dion nodded and hugged the sheets to his body, “Thanks Revelin.” He closed his eyes and fell asleep quickly.

“I also want you here… because I like you.” Whispered Revelin after Dion had fallen asleep, he closed his eyes too and curled into a ball on the queen sized bed, hoping that tomorrow night, he’d share it with Dion.

~End~