The Story of Silas

Chapter 2: Getting to Know You

Chapter 2: Getting to Know YouMy name’s Silas, and unless you think I’m lying, you’ll know by now that I’m a vampire. A real-life, bloodsucking, kill-people vampire. And now you know how I prefer my victims. Wrapped around my hands and my d**k at the same time. It’s a rush, especially when I choke them.

See, it makes all the blood supply come rushing through to fill the face and head, which makes it pump that much faster into my mouth. The faster I drink, the faster they die. And I like it when they die fast. A slow death is nobody’s friend, not even a vampire’s.

Well, I guess that depends on the vampire.

My first kills…they were part of a different life for me. But I’ve grown to accept who I am. Accept the consequences of what that means. My decisions are part of my past, even if I consider them part of my old life.

I told Matt about it. You’d like him. But that’s a whole other story.

I wrote a book about being a vampire. The Basics of Being a Bloodsucker. It’s sort of a how-to guide for vampires. But I’ve shared it with only one person. Matt. And right now, I’m in my rental, taking in the fact that I’ve just seen him for the last time in his life. And mine, I guess.

He’s had the book for…well, for a while. I’m kind of excited to see how much I’ve grown and changed since writing it. I mean, I was only fifty when I wrote it.

Maybe I will rewrite it. I don’t know. Figuring out how to occupy your time when you don’t work is always a challenge. I’ve read a lot of books, I’ve seen a lot of movies and TV shows, and I’ve done a lot of traveling.

I’ve led a fulfilling life. I’ve done the things I wanted to do, on my own time, and have never had to apologize. Wait. Did I apologize to Matt? No. No, I said he made me want to want to be in a relationship. Not the same as, “I’m sorry we were never in a relationship.” I mean, I’m not sorry. We had a relationship. It was beautiful. He was just never my boyfriend. Only a lover.

Oh, lovers. I’ve had…I can’t even count. I’m betting if every guy I’d slept with was to live in the same place, it would be a sizeable city. It would need a mayor with at least four city council members, and may even have a university.

Any time I think about doing the math it just makes me horny.

So, here I go, leaving Matt’s hospital room with a book that he lived by. My book. My words. I got into my car and bowed my head. I couldn’t cry. Literally. Honestly, even if I could, I probably wouldn’t. But his death made me want to. He was such a sweet kid.

That’s why I’d picked him. He was naive, fun, and had a great ass. More than that, his face had been full of excitement and nervousness when we’d first met.

I admit, I tend to go for the tragedy. Matt was a young, blossoming college student who’d had a bright future. And I’d planned to f**k him and kill him.

And I did. But he sprang back as a vampire. It was the first time I’d ever accidentally turned someone. And I had always been very selective in who I turned. But we’d both seemed to agree that we needed to deal with what was, not what we wished would be, and we’d dealt.

His life wasn’t for me. He was always softhearted. He’d missed being a human so much that he’d refused to ever turn a human on purpose. That’s why he’d decided to go back to being a human in the first place. Me? I don’t ever want to go back. I’ve been human. And every second of it was filled with pain, misery, and abuse. The only times I’m not in pain are when I’m f*****g.

It’s different now. I don’t know if I’ve made peace with my past, but I certainly don’t dwell on it like I used to. What’s done is done. I can’t change it; I can only move on.

That’s where Matt and I’d differed. See, he couldn’t stop thinking about his past. Which, to me, doesn’t really make sense. I’d turned him before he could really have much of a life. He’d been only twenty, for f**k’s sake. So young. Hadn’t truly lived. But I’d helped him live by killing him. No, it makes sense, I promise.

I laughed to myself, still sitting in my car. Matt had felt like he’d done everything he’d wanted to in life. That’s why he’d decided to become a human again. He had been ready to die. That’s gotta be the only reason. I mean, being a vampire was so much better than being a human. Why else had he wanted to be a human, if not to die?

I shook my head, laughing some more. You know, all these years and I never once thought about seeing a therapist. I had it in my book that mental health was important. And it totally is. But my problems…well, it’s not like I could just tell any old therapist what was going on.

“Yeah, I’m a vampire, but I’m here about my daddy issues. Well, can you still have daddy issues if you killed your dad?”

I sighed and pushed the button to start the car. “Hotel,” I told it, and it began making its way back to the place I was staying. I thumbed through the book while the car drove, and reread Matt’s entry. It was really beautiful. Misguided and still a little naive, but that was Matt.

I set it in the passenger seat and looked out the window. Chicago’s landscape was vastly different from how I remembered it in the 1990s. I hadn’t been back since that time, except to help Matt start his final life.

I’d thought about offering to turn him back multiple times. Him and his ultra-nice husband. I would just fly out, we’d all f**k, I’d turn them both, and wish them a happy life. He’d wanted to be married so badly, after all, and now he could be married forever.

No. I’ve been alive long enough to know that feeling is called jealousy. I wasn’t going to turn him as a gift. It would have been meant as a punishment. And I was totally better than that.

“No, you’re not.” I looked into my eyes in the rearview mirror. “You’re still the same asshole you’ve always been. You’ve just had more years to perfect it.”

See, I didn’t need a therapist. I was my own.

My car pulled up to the hotel. I took over driving, pulling inside the parking garage and up to the check station. I held up my phone to the outside scanner and it beeped, recognizing that I was a guest of the hotel.

I parked and made my way to the lobby. I totally could have just gone to my room, but I liked taking my time. I had the time, after all.

I made my way through the sliding doors and into the lobby, looking around at the modern opulence of lights and shapes.

Hotels had gotten interesting, especially in Chicago. I thought back to my early days, and how they used to deal with actual keys, then keycards, then the option of a digital key. Now, it was all your phone. I’d kept up with technology pretty well, but I still couldn’t help but be baffled by it sometimes.

Guests couldn’t just wander anywhere in the hotel—it was divided into sections where your phone either would or wouldn’t work. That was also more secure for the guests, so random people couldn’t just come in.

As I walked inside, I caught the eye of the front desk agent. Dark hair, dark eyes. A kind face. He smiled at me, and I smiled back. I made sure to look back at him, and saw him watching me. Hmm. Interesting.

I got to my room and waited a few minutes until I called down to the front desk.

“Front desk, how may I help you?”

“Hi, this is Silas Green in 1260. I was hoping to get an extra pillow. Would you be a dear and run one up to me?”

“I’ll be right up!”

Sure enough, there was a knock at the door a few minutes later. I answered the door, wearing my button-up shirt undone, except for one button, and only my boxer briefs, revealing my semi-hard c**k.

The cute front desk guy totally stared. I got him.

“Hey. Thank you.” I grabbed the pillow from him. He couldn’t take his eyes off me.

“Sure. And, um, if you need…anything else…just let me know.” He met my eyes, and I felt my d**k twitch. I glanced at his nametag. Herriman.

“You know, it’s a little warm in here. Could you come check the thermostat?”

I stepped aside so he could walk into the room and let the door close behind him. I found myself enjoying the way his pants bunched around his ass as he reached out to the thermostat.

“There. Um, you should be good.” I could see him slightly trembling. “Is there, um, anything else I can do to make your stay more enjoyable?”

I grinned. “Oh, there’s plenty I can think of. Why don’t you start by coming closer?”

He took a few small steps forward, just out of arm’s reach. “I’ve never…well, this is the first time I’ve…”

“Ever?”

“Not ever in a guest’s room.”

I stepped closer. “You’re missing out on some good perks. All these beds…”

I could feel his breath coming out in a shaky laugh. “Yeah. Maybe I’ll do it more often…with the right person.”

I stepped closer and gently slipped my hand in his, guiding it to my crotch. He inhaled sharply and didn’t let go. I unfastened the top button of his shirt, revealing dark chest hair. I undid a few more buttons and he started stroking me with his thumb.

I grabbed his n****e between my fingers and rubbed it firmly. It hardened under my touch. He breathed faster, his chest heaving. He was very nervous.

“Hey.” He looked up and I planted a kiss on his lips. I slid one of his hands into my boxer briefs, then undid the belt and buttons on his pants. His fly opened to reveal a c**k about half the girth of mine, and only a little shorter.

I grasped him and began a corkscrew motion back and forth. He moaned into my mouth, his tongue dancing lightly across my lips. Good. He was beginning to relax. He unfastened the last button holding my shirt together, and I let it fall to the ground.

As we moved to the bed, I finished unbuttoning his shirt and pulled it off. As I stared appreciatively at his slim body and the treasure trail leading to his thick pubic hair, I slid his pants to his ankles. I pressed our c***s together, jacking them both.

“I’m gonna put my d**k in you.”

I felt his breath on my collarbone. “I…”

I raised an eyebrow. “It wasn’t a question. Bend over.”

He nodded. “Okay. But…we have to be quick.”

I stepped away only to grab my favorite lube out of my suitcase, then leaned him over the bed. I worked my fingers in, one, then two, then three at a time. Once I had him gasping, I began to work in my head. I got halfway in before he gasped.

“Pull out. Pull out. Ah, shit.”

I pulled out but continued to work my head around his hole and rub his back as he worked through the initial pain. He wasn’t a virgin, but he definitely didn’t have a lot of experience.

“Okay,” he said finally, and I eagerly resumed my position, working just as slowly until my c**k was buried deep inside him. I began to gently thrust, then started moving faster and harder as he moaned into the bedspread.

Soon, I was ready to climax. But no c*m, of course. Vampires don’t produce c*m.

“Oh, f**k,” I groaned. “You’re gonna make me come.”

“Do it!” he cried. “Give it to me!”

I let the orgasm overtake me and I rutted into him until I felt the tip of my p***s grow a little too sensitive, and I slid out. I turned him around on the bed, swallowed him in my mouth, and worked my lips down to the base of his c**k.

“Oh, God. That’s so good,” he groaned.

I pulled him out of my mouth and grinned. “Come in my mouth.”

He nodded, still breathless, as I sucked him back in and worked my magic.

I’d been giving blowjobs for more than two-hundred-and-seventy years. I knew what I was doing.

Soon, his hands were on either side of my head and he cried out. I felt his d**k swell, then his hot c*m hit the back of my throat. I hungrily gulped down every pulsing load, tasting sweetness.

Not new, just inexperienced. But he knew enough to eat lots of pineapple, it looked like. Well, tasted like.

I barely gave him a chance to recover. I pulled up his pants and underwear, doing the buttons. He stood straight and I quickly went to work buttoning his shirt.

“Whoa. You’re…fast.”

“Hey, you’ve left the front desk in the hands of that computerized piece of s**t for long enough. Time for you to get back to work, mister.”

I finished his top button as he tucked in his shirt, having to adjust his still-hard p***s down a pant leg. Then I walked him to the door and gave him a searing kiss.

“Now, get back to work, you.” He opened the door and looked back at me with a grin reminiscent of Matt’s.

“I’m Herriman, by the way.”

I raised my eyebrow and shook his hand. “Silas. It was very nice to meet you. Let me know if you’re available to help me with anything else. I’m here for a few more days.”

“I…okay.” He began walking down the hall, looking like he was in a daze.

See, I didn’t kill everyone I slept with.

* * * *

I got the call the next morning that Matt passed away. His husband Brian was very sweet and understanding, though he said he was still confused about how Matt and I knew each other. I let him wonder. Me and Matt…we were undefinable.

* * * *

I spent the day in my room, drinking unnecessarily, as I couldn’t get drunk. I assumed I wouldn’t hear from the front desk boy during my stay, but the next night, he called my room at eleven o’clock to ask how my stay was.

“Oh, it’s good. You know, I really liked it when you came inside my…room.”

“Did you need anything tonight? Maybe around one o’clock?”

I raised an eyebrow. He’d gained some confidence. Nice. “You know, I might need help. I’ve got this itch, and I think it can only be scratched from the inside.” I don’t know why I was offering to bottom for him. I was a top. I f****d. Really, I’d bottomed for maybe ten guys my whole life. Matt had also been an exception.

“Then…I will be up around one.”

“Can’t wait.”

* * * *

This time, he did top me. And he lasted a good fifteen minutes. I was on my back, holding onto my legs as he thrust into me, the curve of his p***s hitting all the right spots. When he came inside me, he collapsed onto my chest, breathing hard.

“Good job.” I patted his back and felt him twitch inside me. “Mmm. That was good.”

He propped himself up on his elbows to look at me. “Do you do this a lot?”

I raised my eyebrows. “Have s*x? Yes.”

He nodded. “You seemed very experienced. I’m not that experienced, but…well, this is certainly helping.” He twitched his d**k again and gave a coy smile. “I looked up your room info. It says you’re from England, but you don’t have an accent.”

I decided on a surprising bit of honesty. “I was actually born in Vancouver. Back in—” now I lied, of course “—um, 2183.”

I’d been born in 1915. After all, the year was 2209.

“You’re only twenty-six? You act much older than that.”

I grinned. “I’ve done a lot in my life. Age doesn’t matter when it comes to experience. And I’ve got experience.”

He nodded again, still looking at me. His eyes seemed to be searching for something. And I didn’t like that.

“Alright, Mister Herriman. Time for your d**k to get out of me, and for you to get back to work.”

“I don’t really have anything to do for a few hours.”

I sighed. Please don’t tell me he’s going to be clingy. “I get it. It’s a slow shift. But you could have a guest waiting for something the computer can’t provide. And what about the camera? They saw you come into my room, right?”

He seemed to focus on reality with my points. He slowly pulled out of me, a little bit of c*m still hanging on to the tip of his p***s. He stood and I moved with him, taking him in my mouth to help clean him.

I released him after a long minute of sucking while he groaned softly. “There. You should be ready to go back and face the world.”

“You’re the only guy I’ve ever hooked up with,” he blurted.

I smiled at him. “That’s nice. Sweet, even. Now you know what it’s like. Here.”

I helped him get dressed again, buttoning his shirt like last time. Only I left the top button undone.

“You should show off your chest hair more often. It’s sexy.” I lightly stroked it.

He fastened the button. “I’m kind of embarrassed by it. I don’t like being so hairy.”

I lightly grabbed his chin, so he looked at me. “You are sexy. Your body, your hair, your ass…you are a sexy man. Don’t let it go to your head, but make sure you tell yourself. It will give you more confidence.”

And he left my room, this time for the last time.

* * * *

I checked out a day early but left an envelope at the front desk with his name on it. Inside, I’d put a note that thanked him for his hospitality and for making my stay more fun. Then I signed a check for ten thousand dollars with the hope he’d spend it frivolously, learning to enjoy life like he’d enjoyed my company.

Who knew? Maybe if I decided to visit Chicago on a regular basis, I’d have a regular f**k-friend.

* * * *

I got a text the next evening while I was on a plane to London. It was from Herriman. He said he normally wouldn’t text a stranger, but he had to thank me for the check. I told him he was very welcome, and that I wasn’t a stranger.

I looked up from my text message and smiled to myself. Then I felt a strange sensation. Someone was watching me. I glanced at my neighbor, but she was watching some movie. I peered down the row. No one was making eye contact. I turned to the person in the seat behind me.

If my heart were beating, it would have stopped then.

It was Dorian. The man who’d killed me.