Dying Light

Taylor couldn't help but notice how beautiful this monster was and how he wanted to give up his whole existence in that very instant whenever they made eye contact, if it meant he could be with him...this thing, this creature of the night...tormenting his broken soul from the very depths of insanity.

"Have you had enough or no?" came the gentle voice of this blessed being standing before him. Taylor looked up into those eyes and mouthed "no" as he quickly looked away again. A hand grabbed the boy's head and looked deep into his eyes.

"What makes you think I won't kill you? What makes you think you won't be dead by morning brake? Child you have no idea what I could do to you" came that soft voice again in what was bearly more than a whisper.

Taylor stared back. "I'm not afraid of you Jonathan" was his weak response. "I don't care what you do to me...ever since my brothers died that day in Rome, I've slowly become nothing more than a shallow corpse of my former self, rotting away, day by endless day for the past couple of years now. The only amount of twisted happiness I have experienced of late is being here with you".

Jonathan looked at Taylor silently and backed away from him slowly. "Such melancholic beauty you are" he said as he walked back over to where he had tied Taylor up against the cold, hard wall. Jonathan came up inches away from Taylor.

"I've never cared much for your kind...your blood is the only thing I have ever craved...but you...your different...your pain is so intense compared to other's I have come across...if I killed you now you truly would want it wouldn't you? You don't care anymore do you my darling?" he said so softly, he's cold breath trailing against Taylor's face.

Taylor leaning forward, looked back into his captures eyes and smiled. "No...I don't care" he quietly replied and lay back against the wall. Jonathan leaned forward and examined the boy's face intently, before gently kissing Taylor full on the lips. As he slowly pulled away from hi, he whispered softly into Taylor's ear.

"I could do it...you could be gone by dawn. But I could also save you...which do you prefer? Death or salvation? Only you can choose my sweet."

Taylor began to laugh. "Choose? Why? If you want me, be done with it...I'm too weak and broken to care" Taylor shut his eyes and felt the cool of Jonathan's breath against his face again. It was like a dream scape that no ending and an unwillingness to be stopped. Jonathan moved his lips over Taylor's mouth and began his attack.

The kiss lasted to the point of Taylor almost suffocating and as he gasped for the stale, dank air of the room he almost collasped on to of Jonathan save being tied up still against the wall. The vampire then freed the boy from the shackles and gently layed him on the floor. Taylor reached up to touch Jonathan's face.

"End it please" Jonathan heard the boy's mind say and he lent to kiss Taylor's soft lucious lips for the last time. "Thank you" were the last words uttered from the boy underneath him. Jonathan wept a lone blood tear that fell and landed gently against Taylor's flawless dead face. Jonathan got up, walked out of the room of the delapitated building, and slipped into the shadows of the night...

It was a week later before the police found Taylor's body slowly decaying on the floor of the empty apartment building. Radio stations and news papers around the world quickly had tributes for the fallen teenage musician who had become a vegabond within the last two years of his life. And once again all three Hanson brothers were together, as it was always meant to be.

And as for the vampire, he had long left the city where he encounted the golden haired cherub. A year later as Jonathan sat in a quiet corner of a little cafe in Paris one Spring night, waiting for his next victim, he was looking at a picture of Hanson in an old magazine. He smiled to himself in rememberence of Taylor. That gorgeous lost soul finally given his wish.

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