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attempt lead him to the sacred place where the stray finally
unleashed his true self.
    All the murder and violence he committed
after that sent chills down my spine. I thought for sure my wait
was over, that he had finally let go of his former human existence,
but no, he still clung to his morality. He had only committed those
beautiful acts to tempt God into retribution. So sad…and here we
are now, wandering the forest, desolate, no purpose. I don’t know
how much more I can watch. I'd hoped the stray would come around on
his own.
    Finally coming to terms that his stray had
plateaued, Thomas decided to make himself known. After six long
months of slinking around in the shadows of the forest, covering up
his masculine beauty, the time had come for the big reveal.
    Before emerging out of the
shadows, he removed his hat, unleashing mounds of chin length,
sandy blonde waves. Next, his shades were removed to expose his
amber eyes. He figured without his camouflage, the stray would
register his presence; however, he didn't budge.
    Not until Thomas' body was
fully removed from the shadows did Dorian finally notice. Hunched over almost on all fours, he eyed
the stranger in his forest wearily. His muscles constricted,
prepping to propel him toward the stranger, thinking he was finally
being tempted with a human.
    Before he could react, Thomas threw up his
hand to show he was unarmed. “Whoa there, Killer! Look, I'm like
you.” He pointed to his extended fangs.
    Dorian hesitated, and then ran his tongue
over his own fangs in confirmation. He struggled for a few moments
to find his voice, having no need for it in months. “What exactly
am I?” He asked the stranger, still poised to strike.
    “You, my dear, are an enhanced species known
as vampire. I can explain much more, if you could kindly lower your
guard? I'm not dressed for a fight.” Thomas held his arms
outstretched to show he still meant no harm.
    Dorian was unsure he could trust this
stranger, but he relented and stood erect.
    “That’s better, isn’t it?
We can now converse like civilized beings.” Thomas slowly paced
back and forth in front of Dorian, not taking his eyes off
him.
    He may not look like much,
but I better not let my guard down.
    “My name is Thomas, by the way, and
you?”
    Dorian was taken aback by the questioning of
his name. It had been so long since he had heard the word spoken
aloud. “Dorian,” he sputtered, “my name is Dorian.”
    Thomas extended his right hand out to him
Dorian, who hesitatingly returned the gesture, making physical
contact with someone for the first time in six months. “Nice to
meet you, Dorian.”
    Before Dorian could counter the motion, he
watched Thomas' left hand dart up to his neck. He felt a slight
prick of his skin like a bee sting. The light of the moon faded as
his body crumpled to the ground, and then everything went
black.
    When Dorian awoke, he was no longer lying
crumpled on the hard dirt of the forest floor, but stretched out on
what felt like a cloud. In fact, the entire forest was gone and
replaced by some kind of darkly decorated room.
    Raising his head slightly, he noticed he was
wearing clean clothes; a matching shirt and pants in pale blue made
of a silky material. Touching the soft fabric, he noticed his hands
were free of grime and his nails were neatly trimmed. Surprised by
all the changes, he ran his hands threw his hair, which had also
been cleaned and cut. Such drastic positive changes caused him to
wonder.
    “Ahem,” Thomas cleared his throat while
sitting in a chair next to the fireplace. He was blocked from
Dorian's line of sight by one of the four posts of the bed. Rising
from his chair slowly, he walked to the side of the bed.
    “Sorry about knocking you unconscious. I
used an elephant tranquilizer which may have been a little too
strong, but I knew it wouldn't destroy you. Wasn't sure how you
would react to the travel here, and I also couldn't risk you
killing one of my staff as