Many Bodies Are To Be Dried Up

The black night sky and the dim light of the stars and Fabron who was standing on the roof trying to take deep breaths to get rid of his suffocation. His face was white like the dead and his lips were red and his veins were swollen and all this started after being bitten by a mosquito.

Fabron raised his hand and rolled up his sleeve and looked at the place where the mosquito bite was now a big red bump. What was happening to him? Was the bite of a small mosquito supposed to kill him?

Little by little, the scenery around him became blurred and his throat started to dry. A strange thirst had seized him and he felt that if he did not quench it, this dryness would turn into a burning sensation and set his whole being on fire.

He went down the stairs and went back inside the house where he faced his lover Genaro.

"Honey, where have you been? Why are you so pale? You don't seem well at all."

And worriedly he went forward and put his hand on one side of Fabron's face. Fabron shivered and closed his eyes for a moment before raising his hand and placing it on Genaro's hand.
"What a warm hand you have, I can feel the blood flowing in it. It calms me down a bit."

Genaro raised his other hand and placed it on Fabron's face.
"Honey, you're cold, I think you have a cold. I'll go and tell the doctor."

Genaro tried to leave, but Fabron wrapped his arms around him and rested his forehead on his.
"Before you go, let me warm myself in your arms."

Genaro smiled and wrapped his arms around Fabron.
"Whatever you want, baby."

And they began to caress each other, and soon the color returned to Fabron's cheeks and his body was warm, but his thirst was not quenched, and now he felt that someone was sticking a skewer in his throat.

As Genaro was taking off Fabron's clothes, Fabron moaned in pain and grabbed his throat with his hand. Genaro asked in an anxious tone.
"What's wrong baby?"

Fabron answered in a hoarse voice:
"Burns."

"I'll get you some hot water now."

And he wanted to leave when Fabron grabbed his wrist and while staring at the throbbing vein in his neck, he said in a hypnotized manner:
"I don't need water."

And he jumped towards him and sank his fangs, which were now raised, into his neck. Genaro let out a short cry and tried to separate himself from him, but Fabron was clinging to him and was drinking his blood with gusto.

Moments later, Fabron, whose thirst was quenched and his mind was now functioning properly, removed his mouth from Genaro's neck and looked at him who had passed out in his arms with horror and began to shake him.
"My love, wake up. Can you hear me? Please open your eyes."

Genaro's eyelids fluttered and he slowly opened his eyes and whispered in a weak but frightened tone:
"Fabron, was it really you who attacked me and sank his teeth into my neck and drank my blood?"

Fabron, who was as afraid of what he had done as his lover, replied:
"I can't believe I did that. Genaro, it's like I've turned into a monster."

And tears gathered in his eyes. But Genaro, who now looked happy and the excitement in his eyes was visible, put his hand on one side of Fabron's face and said:
"You should not be sad, my love. You have been blessed with a great gift."

Fabron's eyes widened in surprise.
"What are you talking about? I almost killed you."

"But you didn't. You became a vampire, my dear. Not the monstrous kind, but the honored kind. You're a vampire knight now."

Fabron said confusedly:
"Vampire? Knight? I have no idea what you're talking about."

Genaro gave him a kind smile.
"You will understand everything soon, my love."

And he thought that life had finally shown him its good side. Now, with a vampire knight in his possession, he could eliminate all his rivals and sit on the throne.

He brought Fabron's head forward and placed it on his chest, and his kind smile took on a wicked look. Soon many necks were going to be pierced and many bodies were to be dried up.