Vampire Boyfriend: Elias (rough draft)

You were the day manager of Aware Ceramics, a store that was part gallery and part shop for handmade ceramics and pottery. Your boss was, in simple terms, a night person, so you had been hired to run the day shift of the store, as well as organize shows. At night, the owner would hold pottery classes, host gallery shows, and take care of his side of the business. You often had meetings with him, and even took some of the pottery classes just so you knew more about the items you sold.

Elias Treadaway was the owner and main artist of the studio. He was an interesting man to say the least. Like stated before, he was a night person, only coming out once the sun had set. He lived in the residence above the shop, and once you had closed the gallery portion of the place, he would come down from his keep. He was tall, leggy, and while he had a sort of bony willowyness there was a level of elegance and sexiness to him. He was so pale you sometimes felt he was translucent, maybe even a ghost.

There was another secret to Elias that you kept too, one you had sworn to protect or else you would lose more than just your job. Elias paid you extra for this as well, as oftentimes, due to his necessary night owl proclivities, you had to run certain extra errands for him. Elias was a vampire. For the gallery and art collectors, this knowledge was a boon, but for the art classes which often went to housewives and the ilk, he kept this under his hat.

Each day, after you closed shop, you helped set up the gallery for shows, or the art studio for classes. On Thursdays you went over business and discussed the week as well as future plans for the place. Elias was usually cool with anything, he had come to trust you and your intuition with things, he pretty much let you run things the way you wanted.

“Do we need to hire someone else for the morning shift?” He asks during one such meeting.

“Henry is doing fine on that shift. He opens well and customers like him.” You explain. “Or do you think we need more than one person until I get here?”

Elias looks over his tablet then turns it off. “There’s something about him that just bothers me,” he says quietly. “You said he sometimes is hard to manage.”

“Well, yes,” you say with a shrug. “But since customers-”

“You’re the manager.” Elias stands up from his chair. “He doesn’t listen to you, even treats you like a hindrance.”

You fold your hands into your lap under the table. “How do you know that.”

He taps his ear. “I am not a fool, I hear things.”

You look at the table top while you twist a piece of paper under the table. “He knows what he’s talking about. He went to art school and-”

Elias snaps his fingers. “That’s why he bothers me. He’s a know-it-all.”

You grimace. “I’m not getting rid of Henry because of he’s a know-it-all.”

“No, you’ll get rid of him if he undermines you again.” He leans over onto the table beside you. He balances his sharp jawline in his willoy palm and he looks directly at you. His red eyes are piercing, almost frightening. “If he talks down to you again, I’ll eat him.”

You look at him and frown. “Please don’t.”

Elias smirks wickedly at you. “Yes, you’re right. I shouldn’t. He’s vegan, that can’t taste good.”

You smile at him. “You’re teasing me again.”

“Only a little, since I was so vicious during the last meeting.” He pulls your chair out to see the piece of paper twisted and contorted between your hands. “Stop being nervous. Easier said than done, I know. But you’ve been here for over a year, surely by now you’d be use to these things.”

You lay your hands back on the tabletop. “I’ve been doing this since high school.”

“Yes, yes, I know.” Elias goes back to his seat and turns his tablet back on. “Will you be attending any of the classes coming up?”

You nod, gently tucking a lock of hair back behind your ear. “I’d like to try. I still haven’t been able to attend the class about the kiln.”

“I’m actually thinking about canceling that class,” he sighs. “I feel like people just take it as a big oven, they don’t take it seriously so they don’t understand what’s going on.”

“It would be a good class for children.”

“I said no!” He makes a face, sticking his tongue out and shaking his head. “I despise children.”

You glance back up to him. “It would be fun. You’ve never seen a children’s art class have you?”

“Messy, sticky, uncultured,” he scoffs.

“But it’s joyful, it’s fun. It’s a chance to teach them culture,” you try to argue.

He tosses his long hair off his shoulder. Recently he’s been wearing it in a ponytail and has enjoyed hitting people with it. “I hate this argument with you. I trust your judgement but this is just outside my comfort level. No kids!”

You sigh. “Fine. I’ll bring it up in another couple of weeks.”

“You do that and see where it gets you,” he smirks again. “You must be hungry, why not go order something to eat while I get the quarterly reports brought up.”

You rise from your chair. “I’m thinking about ordering from that new sushi place. Do you want anything?”

He arches his brows as he looks at you.

You cup your hand over your mouth and laugh. “Sorry. Force of habit.”

Elias then smirks at you. “I’d like something, but it would probably ruin the business relationship we’ve got going.”

Your face turns read and you force yourself to laugh again. “Oh stop teasing!”

“I’m not, but okay.” He returns to looking at his tablet while you go to find the menu in the break room. You knew he was teasing, there was no way someone like Elias would be interested in you. He flirted and was cheeky a lot with you, but you told yourself that was just because you had gotten close. He was your boss, sure, but you felt like he was a good friend too, and that was more than enough.

After you order your food you go back to the meeting room. Elias is up from his chair and is staring out the open window. He’s so tall and thin, his legs look like they go all the way up to his throat. He turns, his hair falling off his shoulder.

“I heard music outside.” he extends his long arm out and offers his hand to you. “I feel like dancing.”

Your heart pulses like rabbit kicks, and all color washes from your face. You follow his arm and look up into his eyes. You sputter with nervous laughter. “I’ve never danced before!”

“Ah, a virgin, how novel.” He takes your hand, pulling you close before slipping his palm around your waist. “I’ve always found virgins overrated.” He moves you easily, leading you into a dance as music from the street pours through the window.

“Wait! Wait! I’m stepping on your toes!” You can’t move as fast or as gracefully as him and you’re looking down more to avoid stepping on his fancy shoes.

“Don’t worry about that.” He says. “Look into my eyes.”

The idea of that while dancing makes your face burn. “Elias, this is silly!” You force a giggle.

“Is it?” He spins you out then pulls you back in, even closer than before. “You know, I have always wanted to tell you that-” The doorbell chimes through the intercom and you break away.

“That would be dinner,” your voice cracks. “Be right back.”

There’s a slight pout on his face as you walk away. You retrieve your food and go back to the conference room. Elias is sitting on the edge of the table with his tablet back in his grasp. “Go ahead and eat, we will stop talking business. But I did have an idea.”

“Tell me your idea,” you say as you take out the containers. “I’d love to hear it.” Your heart is still jumping from the dance.

“Well.” He tosses his ponytail again. “I got to thinking, what is the opposite of children?”

You bring a bite to your mouth then stop. “Cats?”

He smirks at you. “Exactly.” He gently pinches your cheek. “Adults you fool. Married and dating adults to be precise.”

“A couples class,” you exclaim.

“This.” He waves his hand back and forth between you. “This is why we work so well.” He smiles proudly. “I was just thinking how nice a couples class could be. Serve some wine, let them work together-”

“Like that scene from Ghost.”

Elias rolls his eyes. “Yes, like that,” he sniffs.

“I think that’s a wonderful idea, and if we do serve wine like you said, we’ll probably bring in a lot of interested people. If we have enough we could hold two classes.”

“You’re thinking too fast.” Elias chuckles. “But I am glad you think ahead. Right now, I am wondering where I will get a partner.”

“Maybe one of the artist from the gallery.”

Elias gives you a look and smiles.

“I would call a couple.” Your throat begins to grow dry. “Maybe Salma?” You swallow hard. “Or Maryam?”

Elias leans in closer to you. “Or how about-”

“Elias I am not an artist like you!” You interject.

He reaches out and tucks your hair back behind your ear. “You’ve taken my classes, you know the ins and outs of the artwork. Plus, you’re approachable, unlike Salma. And you’re fun, unlike Maryam.”

“I would get too nervous!”

“Don’t tell me that, I’ve seen you in the shop. You know how to talk to customers, to teach them about what they are buying. I think you’d be perfect.”

You press your lips into a firm line and fidget. “Maybe if we practiced some?”

His brows perk up. “Together?”

You shrug then nod.

Elias smiles. “How about tomorrow after work?”

“You have that dinner with the director of the art board though,” you try to argue.

He scoffs. “I’ve been looking for an excuse to bail. Those art board meetings are so stuffy and repressed. I would much rather get my hands dirty with you.” He winks.

“Oh stop that,” you laugh.

Elias stands up off the table. “Tomorrow after work, feel free to make Henry work late so you can come in later. I insist. I’ll even provide the wine, I have something special in my collection just for the occasion.”

The next evening, as you close up the shop, Elias comes downstairs. He’s dressed casually, which still shocks you even though he only makes pottery in clothes he doesn’t mind getting filthy. Seeing him in a tee shirt and jeans though still makes you feel like you’re looking at Elias’ country cousin.

He pinches his brow at you. “What are you looking at?”

“You look so different in your pottery clothes,” you giggle. “It gets me everytime.”

He smirks at you tilting his head to the side so his ponytail falls off his head. “I hope you have a change of clothes. That adorable little black dress won’t survive.”

You smile awkwardly and chuckle. “Let me finish sweeping and I’ll go change. I can meet you downstairs.”

“Let Henry sweep in the morning. That’s what you hired him for.” Elias heads towards the stairs. “I’ll be waiting.”

You go into the bathroom to change, putting on a pair of old sweatpants from school and a baggy shirt. You look at yourself in the mirror, wishing you looked cuter in this casual wear. Elias looked so effortless and lovely, even in his pottery casuals. You felt you looked dumpy and homely. You sigh and turn away, heading towards the basement art studio.

Elias was setting up a pottery wheel, he had water and tools set up and was working on hacking off a chunk of clay to work with. He looks up as you come down and he smiles.

“You look so comfy,” he wipes his hands clean. “But you’re missing something.”

“I figured you would have an apron.” You stand before him and he takes your arm in his hand. He turns you around and gathers your hair in his hands.

“You won’t want your hair in the way,” he says as he ties it up. “There now.” His fingers caress the back of your neck and you shiver. “Much better.”

You can’t look at him just yet, your face is hot and probably ass red. “Thanks.” You go over to the pottery wheel and dust off the top, sprinkling it with water before you turn it on. Elias then smacks the chunk of clay on it. “Alright.” he sits in the chair then pats his lap. “Come sit.”

Now you know your face is red. “I’ll go get a chair!”

“Hey, this is a class for couples, remember? We’re practicing how we’re going to teach this class. It was your idea remember?”

“But,” you look at his lap and suck in a breath. “I just thought we’d stand or.”

He holds his hand out to you. “I’m not going to bite, unless I am asked to.” He says with a smirk. “I’ll make you dance again.”

You take the seat, sitting between his legs. He then presses to your back, smoothing his hands over yours as he cranks the pottery wheel. He reaches for the water while you hold the clay, he pours water on then places his hand back over yours.

Your heart is pounding hard, it feels like it is right between your ears. Elias guides your hands, both of them growing muddy together as you shape the clay. You feel hot and tingly all over.

“You okay?” Elias asks.

You squeak and nod your head.

“You just feel so warm, I got concerned. Well then, what should we make? A vase? A bowl?”

“I’m good with whatever,” you murmur.

His hair falls over your shoulder, a cascade of dark hair that wafts his scent directly into your nose. He smells so good, he feels good, but this isn’t good. Your mind is sputtering out of control fast.

You squeeze too hard on the clay and some of it comes flying off and smacks you both in the face.

“Oops,” you whimper.

Elias takes his foot off the pottery wheel pedal and begins to laugh. He wipes the wet clay from his face then looks down at you who took the brunt of the hit. He hugs you, laughing harder because of your dopey expression. The laughter breaks through your embarrassment and nerves so you begin to laugh too, feeling silly. You’re both laughing, giggling, then suddenly, you’re kissing. You taste clay on your tongue before you realize what’s going on.

You pull back, horrified at yourself. “Oh god.” You jump up from the chair. “I am so sorry, Elias! That was horribly unprofessional of me!”

He furrows his brow. “I was rather enjoying it.”

You cup your hands around your face in shame only to realize you’ve smeared more wet clay all over yourself. “Oh come on!” You whimper.

Elias stands and takes your hands into his. “Stop, just stop,” he whispers. “Stop doubting yourself, stop taking everything you do as embarrassing. It’s not embarrassing, there’s nothing horrible about you. It’s all in your head. You’re wonderful.”

“But-”

“No,” he scolds. “We kissed, I loved it, I want more. It was the first time I saw you do something you really wanted, and I want to see more of that side of you.” He cups your cheek in his palm.

“But-” He presses his thumb over your lips.

“What did I say?” He smiles.

You nod. “All this clay.”

Elias grins and kisses you again. “I don’t really care.”

You lean into the kiss, really wanting it, only you are confused as to why he would want it. You reluctantly pull back to see his sharp teeth. “Wait uhm-”

“Right, right,” he chuckles. “We can go upstairs and wash up, and I’ll pour you some wine and order you some dinner.” He smiles at you, looking like a kid on Christmas.

Your face flushes and you look down. “Okay.”

You’ve been up into his apartment many times. It’s wide open, no rooms at all. His back wall is nothing but his clothes with his bed before them. It then leads down a set of steps into the living room where there is a bar. Where there is a wall of mirrors which opens into the bathroom. He lets you go in first, offering you a set of clean clothes to change into.

You wash our face, wishing you had your makeup with you so you could at least look presentable. The clothes he gave you are in your size too, a big comfy sweater and a matching set of leggings. You wonder if he has clothes set aside like this for all his friends. You change and step out.

“I knew you’d look so cute.” he kisses your cheek and places a glass of wine into your hand. “Make yourself comfortable. Food will be here shortly. I’m going to wash my hair, so it may take a minute.”

“Thank you. Take your time.”

He kisses you softly, tilting your head up. “I want you here. I have for a long time,” he whispers. “This isn’t a game, this isn’t a trick,” he says seriously. “You’re wonderful to me.”

You nod. “Okay.”

Elias frowns. “More than okay, I’ll show you that.” He goes into the bathroom while you sit down on the sofa. Music is playing and he has the fireplace going. Everything seems so perfect, so cozy, it’s almost like a dream. Which is may very well be.

The food arrives and you eat at the bar after struggling to get up onto the stool. As you’re enjoying your food, Elias comes out. He has on comfortable clothes but he’s still drying his hair with a towel.

“Now you know my secret.” he shows you the towel which has black stains all over it. “I dye my hair!”

“That was a secret?”

He grins at you. “Cruel.” He comes up and kisses your cheek. “All vampires are albino, but I feel the white hair just makes me look more like a ghost.”

“I think you’d look ethereal.”

He shrugs. “Maybe, but I prefer the black.” He tosses the towel back into the bathroom. His hair falls over his shoulders, looking rugged and sexy. “Are you enjoying your food?”

You nod. “Very much, I was craving something spicy.”

He smirks. “So am I?” He turns the music up. “Maybe we can try dancing again.”

“Oh please no,” you whimper.

He chuckles and lounges back on the sofa. “Fine. What would you like to do?”

You slip off the stool and sit down near him on the sofa. He moves in closer, putting his arm around you and snuggling close. He smells even better after his shower, completely unfair. You gulp and your throat feels dry.

Elias leans in and sniffs the top of your head, a soft moan floats through his throat and vibrates in his chest. “Might I make a suggestion?”

You bite your lip. “Sure.”

His lips brush against your ear. “I want to play with your hair.”

You giggle with nerves. “Really?”

“Really.” He takes your hair down then combs his fingers through it. “It’s so soft and fluffy, all these lovely curls.” He caresses the back of your neck and you shiver. “Plus, I get to be close to you and touch you.”

“Elias,” you murmur.

“Hush,” he breathes. “You’re beautiful. You’re soft and delicate. I want to run more than just my fingers over you.”

“Hey,” you giggle shyly.

He bites the tip of your ear and moans softly for you. “I won’t unless you ask of course.”

You swallow and try to hold your breath. His fingers feel so good on your scalp, his body is so close and smells so good.

“I have felt there has been a synchronization between us ever since we first met. We’ve worked well together, and I have tried to stave off my appetite, but as our friendship has grown, so has my attraction to you.”

You almost feel like you could cry.

“I’ve fallen for you, and I’ve never meant those words more.”

“Elias,” you whimper.

He turns you around and kisses you. You grab hold of him, pulling him closer as his kiss becomes intense. He moans into your mouth, moving his kisses down your throat and onto your shoulder.

“I love you,” he breathes. “I do. I love you!”

“Stop,” you start to cry.

He holds your face between your hands and kisses your tears. “Stop what?”

You sniffle and hiccup. “I don’t want you to see me cry.”

He chuckles and kisses you lovingly. “Can I keep touching you?”

You hiccup again. “You want to?”

Elias nods, kissing you again. His hands smooth down then under the sweater. He runs his hands along your body gently, teasing you slowly so your nerves tingle with excitement. You whimper and close your eyes, taking deep breaths as his lips join his hands. He kisses your breasts and licks the nipple, then your feel sharp teeth tug.

“Ah!”

“Too hard?”

You shake your head. “It was uhm-”

He bites again and you cry out again. “You like it.”

You cover your face with your hands. “Maybe.”

He sits back up, pulling off his shirt. “I’m a vampire, I’m made to bite.” He licks his tongue over his teeth. “If you like being bitten, then I am the lover made for you.”

You peer through your fingers at him, his lithe and willowy body is so pretty, like a pearl. You swallow hard and nod. “You can bite me.”

He dips down, kissing you. “May I bite your thigh?”

You hiccup loudly. “Why there?”

“Soft flesh,” he purrs into your ear. “Warm blood. Delicious and sweet.” He moans for you. “I don’t need a reason to be buried there really.”

“Sh-sure,” you gulp.

He pulls down the leggings, kissing your legs and hips until he opens your thighs. He kisses more, licking until he opens his jaws. His mouth cuts back towards his ears, making his mouth become unhinged and wide, showing off more sharp teeth. You whimper, closing your eyes as he feel his teeth bite in. It pinches at first then dulls to a warm fluttery sensation. He moans against you, drinking your blood. It should be a scary thought, something from a horror movie. Instead, you feel aroused by it. Elias is drinking you, he’s taking you into himself, wanting more of you.

He pulls back, licking the bite mark. He breathes ragged, still ravenous, still wanting more. He turns his head and presses to the front of your panties.

“Wait!” You gasp. “No I’m-”

“Wet,” he moans. His tongue laps over the fabric. “So very wet.”

You grab the top of his head. “It’s gross. Wait.”

“Gross?” He growls. He rises up. “Who told you that?”

You avatar your gaze.

“Whoever said such a thing is a montorous fool.” His hands trokes down and reaches into your panties. “Nothing is more sinful a treat then something, rich, moist, and decadent.”

“Don’t say it like that!” You whine.

He chuckles, kissing you as his fingers work inside you. You can hear this squish and squelch as his long, slim fingers move.

“Fuck,” he moans into your ear. “Such heat, it’s melting me.”

“Elias,” you mewl.

He bites your neck playfully. “Does it feel good?” he breathes. “Does it make you feel sexy?”

“Elias,” you cry again.

“Come,” he commands. “Come for me. Let me feel you pulse. Let me make you feel more than any person ever tried. Come and scream.”

“Elias!” You thrash your head side to side. “I can’t-” You pant and heave as his fingers drive you fast. You legs open wider, your back arches off the sofa. Your mouth hangs open wide and you thrust against his hand. You don’t realize you’re screaming until you fall. His hand pulls away, fingers glossy, smile smug. He sucks his fingers clean, breathing harshly as he tastes you.

He pulls you panties away and kisses you.

“Elias,” you breathe. “That felt so-”

“I know.” He kisses you again. “I’ll do it as much as you want, whenever you want. I can be your toy, your lover. I will be yours forever.”

You wrap your weak limbs around him, pulling him into you so that you lose your breath again. His cock is long like the rest of him, burying deep inside you so that you can feel every inch. He growls in your ear, grunting as he begins to tremble.

“I love you,” he whispers sweetly. “And I will fill you with it until you believe me.”

You nod, tears rolling down your cheek. “I love you too, Elias. I just...I never-” you sniffle.

“You are worthy of me,” he whispers. “More than worthy. You are everything. You are a blessing.” He moves inside you, rocking slowly. “My love, my light.”

You rake your hands down his back. “Elias!”

“Cry for me and I’ll worship you.” He presses tightly against your body.

You cling to him, holding tight as his body moves deeper inside you. The night wears on and you move to the bed, letting him take your breath away all night. By morning, at least you think it is, you have several bite marks on your thighs. Your legs feel weak, and you’re slightly dizzy. The apartment is dark as all the windows are covered. Elias is sleeping beside you, almost looking dead. His hair is spilled out over the pillows and he has on hand resting upon you. His eyes peek open slowly and he smiles.

“There’s a fridge under the bar with some orange juice. You can call in whatever you want for breakfast.”

You kiss him lovingly and snuggle back into his arms. “I’d probably fall down if I tried to walk.”

He holds you close. “Last night was amazing. Did you enjoy it?”

“I enjoyed you more than the night.” Your face burns as you think back. “Did you mean what you said?”

“That I love you?” He purrs. “Yes. I meant it. I meant everything.”

You smile. “I love you too.”

“Even better.” He kisses your forehead. “Stay with me today.”

“What about Henry?”

He hugs you tight. “Fuck him.”