Seduced by a Vampire (A Poison and Air PRP)

Matthew Black tossed and turned in his bed, not wanting to acknowledge the buzzing alarm sitting on the nightstand next to him. He let out a groan and swatted at it, missing. His hand moved around, trying to find the noisey device. Finally, touching it, he gave it a hard wack and shut it up. His quiet peace restored, Matthew's body stopped moving so much as he fell back into restful slumber.

Just as he was entering deep sleep, the sound of his phone woke him. Matthew cursed, sitting up in bed. His shortcut raven black hair was an absolute mess, going in all directions. His eyes were puffy from being woken up and he did not look in the least bit happy.

Matthew reached over to the phone that was sitting next to his abused alarm clock and picked up the reciever. He put it to his ear, stifling a yawn. "This is Matthew," he said, a bit groggily.

He was greated by his commander, David Pateku's, voice. Matthew was being reminded that there was going to be a meeting concerning their case this afternoon and he was required to be there. He said he'd be there and hung up. Matthew flopped back down on the bed, letting his eyes drift closed again, but found it was useless. He was totally awake now and there was nothing he could do about it.

The young man looked over at his clock, seeing it was only nine o'clock in the morning. Matthew decided he might as well get up and ready to go, if the meeting was at noon. Matthew kicked the covers away and got up off the bed, heading for his bathroom. All he was wearing was a huge t-shirt and some black, cotton boxers. As he went into his bathroom, he gave the door a slight push, closing it halfway, then reached into the tub and twisted the knobs.

He pulled a lever, and the shower started up. Matthew felt it with his hand and adjusted the knobs until the water was at a good temperature.
Pulling his shirt off, Matthew exposed his chisled body to the cool air surrounding him. He tossed the shirt into a hamper and then pulled his boxers down, tossing them in as well. Now he was totally naked, his well-sized bosom and short patch of black pubic hair exposed to the world.

Matthew pulled the shower curtain back and stepped into the tub, letting the warm water rush over his body. His nipples had already started to harden because of the cool air, and the warm water made them tighten even more. He dipped her head under the water, letting it run through his hair and over his face. For a few minutes, he just let the water soak into him before finally grabbing a bar of soap and starting to lather himself.

Areas of his smooth, silky skin started to get covered in bubbles and almost as quickly, the bubbles were washed away. Matthew poured some more shampoo into his hand and went about thoroughly washing his hair. After he finished rinsing his locks out, he shut the water off and stepped out of the tub.

Matthew picked up a towel and started to dry himself. He rubbed the beads off water off of his body and dried his hair. Hee put some deoderant on then walked back into his bedroom and over to his dresser, opening the drawers and grabbing all the pieces to his uniform. A white, form-fitting t-shirt, some baggy khaki pants, a pair of silk boxers, the same color as his t-shirt. He sat down on his bed and slid the boxers up his legs, raising to pull them all the way up. Then he pulled the shirt over his head, and then the pants.

He tucked his shirt into his pants and did them up, grabbing a belt and pulling it through the loops on his pants. He grabbed a pair of socks and pulled them onto his feet, followed by his black combat boots.

That's when he left his bedroom and went out into the kitchen, fixing himself a pot of coffee. As he was sitting down to drink his coffee, there was a knock at the door. He set the mug down and went to the door. Waiting on the other side of the door was Billy West, the neighborhood paper boy. Billy was sixteen-years-old and had shaggy brown hair.

Matthew gave Billy a smile. "Hey, Billy. Got my paper?"

Billy nodded. "Sure do, Matthew," he said, handing the rolled up newspaper to him. "Later"

"Shit..."Matthew whispered as he looked at his watch. "Im late".

Matthew ran to the garage where his car was at and hopped into the car and started it up. Matthewe looked down at the clock and sighed. Pateku was going to be pissed.

He backed out of the driveway and then started down the street. As he drove down the street, Matthew looked out the window to his left and saw that the leaves had begun to fall from the trees of the Davis' giant oak wood that they had planted out front last spring. It was only the middle of september and it looked like winter would be coming in on them roughly.

Thats just great, he thought. ...all we need now is a deadly cold to run rampant in the city.

Matthew turned south on Westlyn avenue and then drove up two blocks, turning left onto Wilkins boulevard.

Twilight had settled across the tree line, painting the jagged horizon in shades of purple dusk. The winding blacktop snaked through the gathering darkness surrounded by shadowed hills that towered into the cloudless sky, stretching towards the first faint glimmerings of starlight. Matthew might've appreciated the majestic view a bit more, if he wasnt in such a damn hurry.