Chapter: 1.

Hi, this is my first FF, is a little strange, I know, sigh, well.

The pitch black night, the storm lashed around the house and rattled the shutters.
Shivering, he pulled the covers tighter around him and went back to his book.
The only light came from a small flashlight that he kept pointed at the book.
Would his parents know he was still awake ...
He started to grin, he had always done what he wanted.
He turned the pages.
Smiling, he looked at the picture in his book, there he was, his favorite legendary figure.
On the side was a picture of a large oil painting that had been painted the previous century and was now in a museum.
The picture showed a slim young man in completely black clothing, the young man smiled seductively and seemed to be looking directly at the viewer.
This picture always pulled him under his spell, he could look at it for hours without getting tired of it.He tore himself away from the sight of the impudently handsome youth and turned the pages.
The next picture showed the young man with another man in his arms, the black-clad man bent over the other's neck.
Fascinated, the one lying in bed looked at the picture and then read the accompanying text.
"In ancient writings it is said that this vampire only selected young, handsome men as victims.
He pulled his victims under his spell, so that they did not even think of resistance.
It is said that he caused his victims as little pain as possible and that he always bit them in bed.
Before he took a bite, he is said to have built something like trust between himself and his victims.
He let some survive the bite, but he never came back to these, even if some wished it.
These survivors unanimously reported that he should always have kissed her neck first before biting down.His trademark was a black rose, which he put on the dead man's chest, if you found such a rose you knew who the murderer was, "it said on the side.
Trunks looked at the picture, freedom of the artist, the vampire had his victim in his arms, it was not in bed.
He turned the pages and began to read again.
"It is said that at some point you got it and staked it.
The executioner said that the young man had not even tried to flee and was said to have spoken impartially about his death.
It is also said that the executioner almost did not have the heart to kill this actually nice young man.
The vampire is said to have only ever smiled at him when he passed his cell, unlike the others who defended themselves to the last and behaved like mad, he is said to have even given him a kiss.
On the day of his execution, he is said to have been tied up, made accessible to the public, and brought to the place of his death.On the way, one of his survivors is said to have rushed towards him and fell on his neck.
The vampire is said to have given him a kiss and then walked on.
It is said that he was staked, but it is not certain, as soon as his existence has not been proven. "
He looked at the picture on which a tomb could be seen, supposedly the vampire's tomb.
At the entrance there was something in a foreign language that no one had yet been able to clearly translate.
On the next page was a letter translated that the vampire is said to have written.
"I'll be back someday.
No matter what time, no matter what place, I will return.
You can't kill me ", these three lines are said to have been written by the vampire.
Slowly he closed the book and put it away, then turned off the flashlight and went to sleep.
During the night he dreamed confused things, he dreamed that a slim young man had come into his room.The stranger had looked at him for a long time.
"So the time has come, I've been called," the stranger smiled.
"Poor boy, he's lonely", the other stroked his face, "You get the attention and love you need."

The next day the boy woke up and padded into the bathroom, tiredly looking at the mirror.
He had short, dark brown hair and two different colored eyes, one green and one brown, probably the reason why he was avoided.
Around here people with eyes of different colors were considered bad and sly.
Sighing, he washed his cats, got dressed and put his hair up with gel.
He went back to his room and sat on his bed with a sigh.
His great passion were sagas and legends, he liked vampires the most, especially this vampire from his favorite book.
He could read stories about him for hours and dream himself about him.
Out in the real world he had no friends, the vampire was his lifebuoy, so to speak, his only friend.In addition, he was often teased or even chafed because he was a bit small for his age and he couldn't really defend himself against his classmates.
He would definitely not do that, he thought and saw the vampire in front of him, or, he would probably avoid me, he thought sadly.

When he lay in his bed in the evening he began to cry softly, he let the day go through his mind again, the morning had been good.
At lunchtime he had gone out a bit and unfortunately ran into the thugs from his class who had battered him mentally and physically.
He sobbed desperately into his pillow, why did it always hit him, why couldn't they leave him alone?
Why?
Finally he cried himself to sleep.
This time he dreamed how the others in his class were beating him down, he began to cry in despair in his sleep.
Suddenly a soothing voice came to his ear, "Shit, don't cry, don't cry, quiet little one, it's all good, everything is good," someone rubbed his back.He slowly calmed down and went back to sleep.
"Good," said a satisfied voice, "I'm with you, I will always be with you."

The next morning he couldn't remember any of it.
He hastily got ready for school and left.
At school he stayed away from his classmates.
On the way home he passed his favorite bookstore and rummaged around there.
To his delight and amazement, they had received a batch of new vampire books.
A whole book with just his favorite vampire, he had to have it.
He hastily counted his money, it was enough, delighted he walked to the cash register with his book and wanted to pay.
The cashier gave him a friendly look, "There's something else for you here."
She pressed a leather-bound book with silver lettuces into his hand.
Shadow - The Tale of an Unusual Vampire, was the title, he stared at the book.
That was the book he always wanted, the most detailed version of Shadows, his favorite vampire, Life, and therefore not exactly cheap."T- That can be impossible for me, who is it supposed to be from?" He stammered.
"Hm, a young man was here, bought the book and left it here for you," said the saleswoman, "You come here so often, Ken, that I know who these books are for."
Ken stared at the book, "Now take it," said the woman with a smile, he nodded and grabbed it under his arm, "Then I don't need the other one", she nodded and put the other book down.
Confused, Ken left the shop and went home.
After eating there, he threw himself into bed with his book
He opened the first page, a note flew out to him, he took it in astonishment.
"Hello Ken," it said, "You might be wondering who this book is from, but you know me very well, let's say it's from a good friend."
It said nothing more, no name, nothing, he began to read through the table of contents in amazement.
Finally he found a chapter that he found very interesting."Why did Shadow only bite young men?" Was the headline, he opened the relevant page and began to read.
"Some of the victims are said to have said that in some situations Shadow looked like a small child to them, then like a grown man again.
For some of his surviving victims he crawled into bed, if he really wanted something, you couldn't defend yourself against him, he had his own method of getting what he wanted.
He had slept with nobody but he hadn't even gone to the laundry, the little bit the Shadow had done had already made his victims mad.
He is said not to have talked to anyone about his private life.
I suppose he was into men. "
Ken looked at his favorite picture of Shadow, "Gay?", He eyed the picture critically, "Maybe. And if so, he is and remains my favorite vampire," he said firmly.

After two hours of reading, he went out a little longer.He wanted to stroll around town and maybe eat ice cream.
When he started his way home it was already dawn.
He walked briskly through the dark alleys that were a shortcut to his home.
Suddenly two bigger boys stood up in front of him, the thugs that always knocked him out, he spun around, behind him came two thugs again from two side streets.
Horrified, he saw himself circled by four much taller boys.
"Hey Mori, what are you still doing here", said one menacingly, "All alone", the others grinned.
"Well, wait, it'll give you a beating," said one of them and went for Ken.
Ken winced, but before the other could hit him, his hand was gripped.
A youth stood next to Ken and looked the thugs straight in the face.
"Oh how cute, reinforcement," laughed the thugs, "I'll finish you off", one of them shouted and stormed towards the youth, who dodged him elegantly and hit him in the neck so that the bat fell to the ground."Does anyone else want to mess with us?" Said the other, bored, the thugs grabbed their comrade in horror and hurried away.
The youth looked at them with satisfaction and then turned to Ken.
"Are you okay?", Ken nodded and looked at him, "Thanks."
"Don't worry," said the other, "does that happen often?"
"All the time," Ken said softly, "Hmm."
The other looked at him carefully, then handed him the black rose he was holding in his hand.
"Ai shiteiru", he said and then turned around, Ken looked after him, perplexed.
What did the other one say?
Any other language, he did not understand this language and what was this rose supposed to mean?
A black rose like the one Shadow had always left behind, strange.
"Ai