My Vampire

Chapter Five

Kyle ran into his bedroom, panting heavily as he locked the door behind him. He buried his face in his pillow.

“Stupid, stupid Kyle,” he cursed, sitting back up. “What happened to me back there?” he muttered.

One minute he was asking for help; the next, he was rubbing against Adrian's member. Kyle blushed as he remembered the moment. He looked down to see he was already hard.

“Snap out of it, Kyle.” He slapped his hands on his cheeks, rushing into his bathroom. He turned on the tap and splashed water on his face, trying to calm down, but that was useless.

Sighing, he took off his clothes and rushed into the shower, pouring cold water over himself to help calm his hard member. He couldn’t help but think of Adrian's breath on his ear, the way he growled when Kyle's back connected with his member.

“Ugh.” Kyle snapped out of his thoughts when he noticed that those thoughts were only making it harder for his member to settle.

“Kyle, remember you hate vampires. So what on earth are you thinking, crushing on one of them so hard? Especially since you met him just yesterday.” Kyle thought, closing his eyes and resting his head on the bathroom wall.

A banging on his door brought him back to reality. He looked down and noticed he was no longer hard. He sighed, turning off the shower and wrapping a towel around his waist.

“Coming,” he shouted as he ran to open the door. He opened it to see the boy from earlier carrying a jug filled with water.

“Oh.” He looked at the boy, surprised. “How did you know I needed water?”

“His Supreme informed me,” the boy said, dropping the jug on his bedside table and taking the empty one.

“But how did he…” Kyle trailed off, remembering he was with the jug in the library when the incident with Adrian happened.

“Oh.” He blushed.

“How did what, sir?” the boy asked.

“Never mind,” Kyle muttered, looking down.

“If that will be all, sir, I would like to take my

leave,” the boy said as he turned to go.

“Wait.” Kyle stopped him. “What’s your name?” he asked.

“Matthew, master,” the boy replied.

“Well, thanks for the water, Matthew.”

Matthew bowed deeply before walking out.

The next morning, Kyle was awakened by a bang on his door.

“Coming,” he mumbled, scowling as he forced himself upright, stretching while a rough yawn escaped.

He opened the door. “Maybe you should’ve just knocked the door down, considering how loudly you were banging on it.” Kyle glared at Theron.

Theron fixed him with a blank look as he ordered, “Get dressed, Kyle. Your mom wants to see you.”

Kyle frowned. “Did something happen?”

“No, just get dressed.”

Theron made his way into the room and sat on the couch closest to the window, making Kyle roll his eyes.

“Sure, let yourself in uninvited,” he grumbled, audible enough that Theron probably heard him but decided to ignore him nonetheless.

He rolled his eyes again, making his way into the bathroom.

Kyle was ready in moments. He left with Theron for the hospital, and the second they stepped inside, Kyle headed straight for his mother’s room.

“Mom?” he called as he entered her hospital room.

“Hey, sweetheart.” She smiled weakly.

“How are you doing?” Kyle asked, going in for a hug, but she refused, saying something about not wanting him to catch what she had.

“I’m fine, son,” she replied, holding his hand.

Kyle brought his mother’s hand to his lips and placed a small kiss on it. “I miss you, Mom,” he muttered.

“I know, baby.” Carissa smiled. “I miss you too.”

“I know,” Kyle muttered, tears welling at the corners of his eyes. Carissa smiled, turning to Theron.

“Can I have a minute with Kyle?” she asked.

Theron hesitated.

“I will be fine, Theron,” she assured him.

Theron nodded before leaving them alone in Carissa's hospital room.

Carissa turned to Kyle, a sense of urgency in her gaze. “Kyle, listen to me carefully. You know I love you a lot, right?”

“I do,” Kyle replied, confusion evident on his features.

“And you know I would never do anything to put you in danger?”

“Mom, what’s this about?” Kyle asked, feeling alarmed as he watched his mother’s panicked state.

Carissa put her hand inside her bed blanket as she pulled out a black envelope.

“Give this to King Adrian, and only Adrian.”

She pushed the envelope into Kyle's hand. “No one else must see this. No one must know about this, not even Theron.”

“Mom, what’s going on?” Kyle asked, surprised as he examined the envelope in his hand.

“Just do as I say, Kyle. Don’t trust anyone, not even the King. Do you understand?” Carissa asked, her voice firm.

Kyle nodded, causing Carissa to finally relax, her eyes going gentle again. She brought her hand up to caress her son’s cheek. “You are a very strong boy, Kyle, just like your father.”

At the mention of her husband, a tear slipped past her eyes.

“Mom, please don’t cry,” Kyle pleaded.

Carissa nodded with a smile as Kyle wiped her tears. She opened her arms for him, and Kyle willingly hugged her. Maybe if he had known that he would never hug his mother again, he would have run to get a doctor instead, but at that moment Kyle was oblivious.

“I love you, and I will always be with you. Remember that,” Carissa whispered as her heart stopped and her hand went limp.

Kyle remove himself from the embrace as he examined his mother.

“Mom?” He muttered but was met with silence.

“Mom, wake up.” Kyle shook his mother.

“Doctor!” he screamed as Theron ran into the room. “Sh-she's not waking up.”

“Theron, Theron, she isn’t moving.” His voice cracked. Theron looked at Carissa—a sad look on his face.

“Do something,” Kyle shouted, anger and grief surging through him.

Theron walked to Kyle and tried to pull him into a hug, but he pushed him away.

“Why aren’t you doing anything? Help her.” He continued to scream in Theron’s face.

At that point, the doctor ran into the room, and they were ushered out, Theron dragging a struggling Kyle with him.

The doctor tried all they could, but Carissa was gone.

“Time of death,” the doctor announced, and that was it.

Kyle could no longer hear anything. His ears rang. He stopped struggling against Theron. He didn’t even cry. He just went numb, completely numb.

He had lost his mother—his rock—and it was his fault because he had wished her death, and the universe acted on it.

This was all that rang in Kyle's head.

He killed his mother.