Chapter 13

cw: sexual content, violence

Oswald's POV

I always found Sam oddly desireable. I was easily captivated by his unusual charm and it also helped that he is an eager partner in the more... unconvetional sexual activities. Just like now as he is tied onto the bed, exposed, heavily panting, with a flushed face as I pleasure him with my fingers. Truely a lovely sight. I don't want anything more than to indulge with his body. Exept there is one problem. I don't have an erection. And I have no idea what to do about it. I tried to help myself out with my other hand to no avail.

'Ah... aaaahh' he moans as he almost reaches the climax. I stop a bit to gain some time, but I can't do this forever. 'Hn… Oswald, please… fuck me...' he begs. What should I do? 'Oswald... please...' he continues. 'Oswald! Oswald! Figgy pudding!' he says the safeword so I have to stop. I pull out my fingers in shame. I can't even look at him. 'Oswald, what's wrong?'

'I... I can't get hard.' I admit in humiliation.

'Oh... that's it?'

'What dou you mean, that's it? It is a big deal.'

'Uhm… what happened? Are you nervous?'

'I have no idea.' I start untying him without even glancing up. I couldn't bear the look of disappointment he must have on his face currently.

'I'm sure it'll be fine. Come here.' he reaches out towards me to invite me into his embrace. I lay on top of him and place my head onto his chest. I can hear his faint heartbeat. 'It's okay' he starts caressing my hair. I have to admit it is pretty comforting.

'No, it's not okay. How am I supposed to satisfy you, if I'm unable to perform?'

'Heh, trust me, you have great talent satisfying me even without a hard cock.'

He doesn't understand. It isn't a mere failure in performance, this is about my dented pride. And the fear that I won't be enough for him forever, and eventually he leaves me. After all I continue to age, meanwhile he stays young and he wouldn't want to be with a senile old man until I die, isn't he?

'Turn me into a werewolf.' I sit up to look at him face to face.

'Oswald, are you kidding?' he asks in bafflement. 'Do you really want to be a werewolf just because one time you didn't have an erection?'

'No, it's not just about that. Think about it, Sam, I'm only going to get older. Do you really want me to see as I wither away?'

He looks at me with the saddest eyes I have ever seen, like an abandoned puppy. The poor thing.

'Oswald.' his voice is quiet and tiny. 'Is this really what you want?'

I take a moment to contemplate. What else should I do when I feel my age this much? But I have to admit maybe I need some time to think this out.

'I think we should talk about this tomorrow.'

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'Alright, now tell me everything I need to know about being a werewolf. Is there something that I'm not aware of?'

'Let's see you already saw the transformation. That's painful at first, but you can be used to it with time. You would be really feral at that time and it's hard to control your bloodlust. It could cause problems. You'd understand why I preferred to live in the woods. You would be weak to silver. That's the only thing that can kill you, besides being decapitated or burned to death of course.'

'It's fine, I like gold anyway wak, wak.'

He rolls his eyes but I can see him smiling as well. 'You would be stronger and faster, more agile. Your senses would be heightened. You would gain super healing powers, but unfortunately your scars you already have won't disappear.'

I believe he means my scars on my hands and my mangled foot. But I don't feel ashamed because of them anymore since when? I think since he saw them the first time and weren't disgusted or disturbed by it. 'Don't worry, I have accepted those scars a long time ago.'

'Oh, that's great.' he gives me a happy smile. 'Now we should figure out, how to turn you.'

'How about the method you tried?'

'Sure, you could do that. But we have to go into the woods behind the remains of the Falcone mansion, have to find one of my pawprints intact and filled with water, you have to drink out of it, and afterward you will catch the nastiest illness, you will be bedridden for like a week and then die. Do you really want that?'

'Why? what are my other options?'

'I gravely injure you during one of my transformations and then the next day, bam, you are a werewolf.'

'Seriously?' I cross my arms. 'Do you think you mauling me to death is the better option?'

'Okay, fine. When do you want to go?'

'After breakfast of course.'

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'Man, I'm so sorry, I couldn't find any.' Sam says in disappointment when we arrive back to the lounge, since our mission ended in failure. All of the pawprints were vanished, even though he searched for a whole a day. Could it be that there was a rainstorm since the last full moon? Or is he just… No, I hope it can't be that he is sabotaging me, right?

'So that means we have to wait for the next full moon.' I conclude.

'Yeah, I guess.'

Then my phone rings. 'Lark?'

'Boss, there is a weird guy at the entrance, and wants you to come outside and let him in personally.' who could be this idiot?

'I have to go.' I'm not going to tell Sam the reason, he would just make another vampire joke.

'Okay.'

I have to admit that I was somewhat surprised by my visitor. It is that stranger Sam and I met the other night. He said he was a count, well let me look into that.

'Good evening, Mister.' he greets me politely.

'Good evening, Sir.' I reply with a bit of uncertainity. 'What do I owe this uhm… visitation?'

'Oh, really nothing formal, Mister, I just tought, you were such an excellent company last time, that I should pay a visit. Please, would you accept this fine wine as a gift?' then he presents me a bottle of red wine. I have to admit, this flatters me very much.

'I... Sir, I don't even know what to say.'

'Please, call me László. And I would appreciate, if you would let me into your home, so I can have a word or two with you.'

I try to get myself together. 'Yes of course, please come in. And you can call me Oswald.'

I lead him into my office, where Sam waits for me, but the moment he sees my guest he gives me a wild look.

'Oh, great.' László says. 'Your servant is here. Could you tell him to put the bottle into the fridge? I never drink wine, but I thought this would be suitable for you as a gift.'

'Uhm… yes of course. Sam could you take this into...'

'Yes, Boss, sure.' he grabs the bottle and gives me a fake smile. Obviously he is pissed. I have no idea why he has to act so childish right now. I just made a new friend, why is ths such a big deal for him? Maybe he is jealous.

'Remarkable.'

'Excuse me, what did you say?' I ask.

'I mean the way you handle your help. It is remarkable.'

'Oh, it's nothing.'

'It is! Oswald, your charisma and leadership must be exeptional. And judging by the interior of your office you are a man of culture and taste as well.'

'Thank you. Most people can't see the obvious.'

'They must be blind.'

What is happening? My heart is beating so fast, and my ears are hot. I have never been complimented like this before.

He looks deep into my eyes. ~I have to go now, but I will see you tomorrow night.~ I can hear him, but did he even say anything? Did his mouth even move, or I was just hallucinating? Either way his voice compelled me to obide.

When he leaves, Sam comes back.

'Oswald, maybe you should avoid him.'

I look him dead into his eyes. 'Don't tell me what to do.'

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That night I was alone in my bed, as Sam slept in his own retreat. I might have been harsh to him, but he needs to understand, that I can make friends by myself. He mostly avoids me during the day as well. It's better this way, so I can leave for the night without him knowing.

I find László's house somehow, which is a bit weird, because he never told me where he lives. It is a quite excuisite building, simple but has a gothic charm.

'I know you would come.' he says as he opens the door. I don't understand why he would say this since he invited me. I step inside.

'Your home is rather tasteful.' I note.

'Thank you, Oswald. I'm so glad I found someone like-minded.'

'Really? Good to hear.'

'Yes, from the first time we met I was watching you.'

'Wait, what do you mean by that?'

He grabs my shoulder, turns me around, so he can look into my eyes. 'I was in your head from the beginning. I am Dracula, and I was looking for someone like you for the whole time.'

'Oh, no.' I say in shock. I could say many things right now but because of this relevation, this is all I can utter.

'Yes. And I especially admire that for a human you managed to control a werewolf. Incredible!'

'I'm sorry.' I grab on my umbrella even tighter. 'But he is off limits!' then I fling my weapon and try to hit his head but he blocks my attack.

'Oh, so you are using him for pleasure too. Don't worry, we could share.'

'Sorry, but I don't share.' I kneel him in the crotch which makes him bend over. So that is a sensitive area even to a vampire lord. When he slowly straightens back I stab my umbrella into his stomach.

'You fool! It wasn't my heart, this wouldn't kill me.' he says, then takes my umbrella and throws it away. He is right, I'm a fool and I am deeply in trouble right now. He grabs my neck and slams me to the wall. Then he leans to my neck. I try to push his head away, to no avail, he is too strong.

'Don't worry, it won't hurt that much.' he says, then bites into my neck. The stinging pain makes me yell out, at first I try to fight him off, but as he sucks out my blood, my strenght slowly leaves my body. Soon my vision starts to get blurry, my mind is clouded, and barely recognize my surrounding. I can barely feel even pain anymore. Is this the end? Am I really going to die like this? By the hands of an immortal being who seduced me by stroking my ego? Then before it's over I could feel a metally taste in my mouth. Is it blood? Whatever it is for some reason I start craving it so badly, I start sucking on it greedily, which feels like sucking back life itself into my body. Soon I regain my consciousness, and I realize it is his blood that I'm consuming. Yet I can't stop, I want more of it!

'Alright, this will be enough.' he says. 'I have to go now. You will feel funny for a while, but don't worry I will be back when you are ready.' then his body turns into a swarm of bats and vanishes. I fucking hate bats!

I'm left there alone, my body is shaking, and I really have no idea what to do now. Then I remember, maybe I should hide before the sun comes up. I find a closet I can shelter in.

I have no idea how long I've been sitting there alone, I think I could hear my phone ringing, but I don't remember where I put it. Suddenly I can hear a heartbeat, coming closer and closer. At first I panic, but then I recognize this heartbeat. It is the most beautiful sound I ever heard. Then the sweetest scent fills my nose when the most precious werewolf enters the room. He comes closer to the closet door.

'Oswald.' I can hear his broken voice.

'Sam. Is the sun up?'

'Yes. But the windows are north facing. Can I come in?'

'Of course my dear.'

He opens the door and what I can see is the most pained face I have ever seen in my entire life. His eyes are red and his eyebags are swollen. Then he embraces me and starts crying inconsolably.

'It's okay Sam. I'm sorry, it was my fault.'

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