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My name is Alex, I am 17 years old and I have a secret. I am in love with a Vampire, I have only told my best friend Delilah, and even she doesn't know what he truly is. He is the most amazing person I have ever met, and I never want him to leave me. My name is Alex and I am his slave.

It was Friday, Delilah and I were at school, we had told no one about our sexual exploration with Paul, and each other. Frankly I had not had much time to think about it, I was to worried about how I was going to hide my Lover from my parents. I had no idea how I was going to be able let him stay in the house, not without me losing control.

I came to realize that at least for a short time, he and I would have to be separated. The idea broke my heart, how could I not be with the man I loved so fiercely, being separated from him would kill me. I was in tears walking home, how was I going to tell him?

It was not quite dark yet, but overcast enough to block out the direct rays of the sun. Paul was on the roof of my house, blowing into a strange wood pipe with holes drilled into it. I had never seen anything like it before, and that sound. It was so light it lifted my heavy heart and sent it soaring over the highest peeks, I felt as though I were wrapped in sound. It was so beautiful and so lively it made me want to dance, right then and there.

But then the mood changed and the sounds coming from the odd pipe sounded profoundly sad. This new melody was slow and remorseful, I swear I could hear it crying. Paul started to rock and twist his shoulders taking deeper breaths, and then I saw two lines of red running down his face from his eyes, he was crying.

Paul pulled the pipe from his lips and just wept to himself. I spread my wings and gave a powerful kick off from the ground. I flew up (or perhaps the better word is glided, I can't really "fly")to his side and cradled his head against my chest. We sat there until the sun went down, Paul just couldn't stop crying. He held me tight, he whispered a single word, I'm not sure I heard him right and he wouldn't repeat it, but it sounded like.

"Felicia"

"Paul, my parents are going to be home tomorrow, I don't know how you will be able to stay," I was telling him some time later after he had calmed down. We were in his "room," which had filled up quit a bit. The attic now had a mini fridge filled with hospital blood packs, a coffin, I still have no idea how he got it in there, and pictures, of me. Paul had a smile on his face, as if he new something I didn't.

"What," I asked. Paul wouldn't say a word, he told me it was a surprise. He only told me it would be ok, and that we would never have to be apart. I was not so sure, he was making like this was a really light situation.

"So can you tell me what you were playing, and why you were crying," I asked him changing the subject. Paul pulled the wooden pipe from his coat pocket and said.

"It's called a flute," it's an ancient instrument, and it was her favorite," he said.

"Felicia's" I asked. Paul looked at me with a surprised look on his face. "You said it up on the roof,"

Paul told me the story of how he had met her, and lost her. I was balling my eyes out by the time he was done. Paul cleared the tears from my face, telling me not to cry. It was in the past and he tried not to look back, and that I reminded him of her, but was in love with me, not some miss guided attempt at having her back, just like he had told me that first night.

He walked me down to my room kissed me and told me to sleep well. He held me for a while and whispered sweet nothings in my ear. He let me go and I went to bed, falling asleep almost as my head hit the pillow. I didn't see Paul again the rest of the weekend, but my parents came home.

Monday morning came and went and I still had not seen Paul, I was starting to think I would never see him again. I walked to school with a black cloud over my head, Delilah picked up on the fact, and the fact that Paul wasn't on my shoulder, and tried to comfort me. Needless to say she wasn't successful. When home room started the teacher stood up.

"It is my pleasure to introduce a new student today," she announced to the class. Delilah and I flashed each other a glance that seemed to say "No way". "Please extend a warm welcome to Paul Skywing," she concluded as the door opened and a sleek black dragon stepped into the class. He had bloody red eyes, overly large Canines, and long black hair. "Why don't you....," the teacher said in thought, "why don't you take a seat next to Alex," she said.

The new student strode over to me in an all to familiar stride and sat down. I couldn't believe it, was this the man I loved, was this his solution, if so were was he staying? So many questions, but how to ask, if it wasn't him and I let something slip...

"Hello, my love," said a voice in my head.

"So it is you," I said in a whispered, the dragon nodded. "Oh you're an asshole," I hissed at him, he just smiled.

After class I held him back.

"Why didn't you at lest come over this weekend," I asked him angrily.

"I am sorry my love...I was preoccupied," he said. He had this pitiful look on his face, like he was a child who had just broken a vase.

"Oh, you don't have to look all sad," I said giving him a peck on his dragon lips. "Hum, I like your real lips better," I said giggling. I skipped out of the class room with Paul on my tail.

The day progressed without much excitement, that is until the last class before lunch. Paul's new form was rather attractive, it didn't drive me as wild as his real form, but it had an impact, not just on me but on every girl in the school. I tossed a note onto his desk asking him to hang back.

Once the class was vacant I locked the door and slipped out of my panties, not difficult in the pleated skirt that was part of our school uniform. I leaned over the teachers desk and lifted my tail. I looked back at Paul who had his nose buried in a book, he had never been to school before and was enjoying the experience to its fullest.

"Hey big boy," I said in a my "I'm horny so fuck me now," voice. Paul looked up and dropped his jaw. "Wanna test out that dragon meat of yours," I said swishing my tail. Paul didn't need to be asked twice, he almost fell out of his desk and was behind me in seconds with his fully erect member sticking out of his paints.

Without any words he was in my, pounding away with an animal passion, yet a loving tenderness. Regardless of his form he felt good inside me. His hands moved from my hips to my breasts as he leaned over me. Flattening my tail against his stomach.

"Uhhh, God this is so bad," I moaned, "but it feels soooo good." With that Vampire strength of his he flipped me around without leaving me and sat me up kissing me, shoving his tongue into my mouth which I accepted with mounting bliss. His mouth left mine and traveled to my neck giving me a loving nip. "Oh yeah, make me your bitch, your little slut," I moaned into his ear. I was tightening around him already.

"Cum for me and I'll think about it," he whispered to me. Oh that was to much, I clamped down on him biting into his shoulder to muffle my cry of ecstasy. I could feel my juices flow from my snatch and onto the floor, and then the icing on the cake, his hot seed filling my body as he exploded into me.

Reluctantly he pulled out of me, his seed spilling out of my cunny. He knelt down letting his tongue dance over my hot, over sencitized lips, cleaning them thoroughly. He stood up and, after I gave his shaft a good cleaning, slipped back into his paints and zipped them shut.

"Not bad for you first day," I cooed into his ear. He smiled and gave me a kiss, taking my hand as we rushed to our next class.

"Not bad at all," I heard him say behind me.

But unbeknownst to us, the day would get worse, far worse. As we were racing to our next class I heard a loud "thunk" followed by an "uff." I turned in time to see Paul hit the floor with a very angry looking wolf looking down at him with a snarl on his face.

"Watch it punk," he growled. Paul didn't say anything, he just started to get up, which apparently the wolf took for an insult. He planted a large lupine foot in his chest promptly returning him to the floor. "You know who I am, fool."

"Not a clue, and I could really care less," Paul responded. The bell rang, I gave a deep sigh, saved by the bell.

"We'll settle this later," the wolf snarled. I ran over and snatched Paul's hand and sprinted off to class. Paul didn't look at all worried but I was sweating bullets. That was Jack Fang, the head of the local gang, and I saw a look in his eyes like he wanted to kill Paul. On the walk home my worst fears came true, Jack and his gang jumped us. They grabbed me from behind and surrounded Paul, I noticed they all had guns, some automatics.

"Time to die, mother fucker," Jack spat, "Let him have it boys. The air was instantly filled with flying lead, and the thunder of gun shots. Bullets ripped through Paul like paper, splattering his blood on the sidewalk and buildings, I was screaming my head off and crying my eyes out.

When all the guns were empty, Paul was barley recognizable, he was missing an eye, had a large piece of his left cheek missing and hundreds of holes retiling his abdomen and legs. His head was leaning back and he wasn't moving. I assumed he had died on his feet.

"That's what you get," Jack said.

"Hehehehe," the sound came from Paul, "Hahahahaha". He was laughing, his head flopped forward with his single eye glowing bloody red, there was no discernable pupil, just a red glow. "HAHAHAHA," Paul had started to cackle.

"Was that it," he laughed, "was that all?"

"How..." Jack said fear in his eyes, "Monster."

"Damn strait, now let me show you how a monster fights," Paul said. His body began to distort, like I was looking at him from far away in the desert. Eyes started to open all over his now shadowy black body, and....were thoughts teeth. Paul had stopped laughing, but had was wearing a big toothy grin.

"What are you," Jack asked.

"I am the culmination of all your sins, and they are hungry, for you" Paul responded. At his words black mouths with white teeth and red eyes shot from his body, devouring the crony to Jack's right, all the poor guy could do was scream as his blood spattered Jack's face and chest.

All at once dozens of these demons flew forth from Paul's body engulfing the gangsters, ripping them limb from bloody, shredded limb. The gangsters screamed as the demons ate them alive splattering the side walk with their blood and entrails. I looked over at Paul but he was gone, then Jack screamed, looking back Paul had Jack's throat in his jaws with blood cascading down Jack's body. Jack's scream eventually turned to a wet gurgle, then died away to nothing as his body hit the ground, only to be devoured by Paul's demons.

I was frozen in fear, was this the same man I knew, I loved. Paul was back in his normal form breathing hard with a thin trail of blood running from his lips. All that remained of Jack and his gang was a bloody pool on the sidewalk. Paul looked back and saw me staring at him with a look of utter horror on my face.

He looked at me with a mix of sorrow, pain, fear and self hatred on his face. The way I was looking at him must have drove a spike through his heart, but what I did next must have shattered it. He took a steep forward.

"Stay away from me," I screamed in panic. Paul's eyes opened wide with shock, a red line running from his reformed eye. He turned and ran the other way evaporating before my eyes. It would be weeks before I saw him again. Thoughs weeks were filled with an earth shattering sorrow, and agony I can not describe. Our separation hit me with physical pain, every part of my body hurt, and I would cry myself to sleep every night, wishing I could see him again, even if only once.

My name is Alex, I am 17 years old, and I watched a monster slaughter gang members who tried to kill him. They're deaths were slow and painful...and bloody. He is truly monstrous, a demon from the darkest pits of hell, and I still love him, with all my soul.