It was mid-2005 and we had just moved in with roommates due to Hurricane Katrina problems. Myself and my hubby “Discordian” had been together for 8 years at that point. Our roommates that we moved in with are Mystique and her husband Agusta. Perhaps I should mention that while I am gay, I dated Mystique for almost a year. That was about 11 years ago, before she married Agusta, and before I met my hubby, Discordian.
So we had just moved in with them and were just getting settled when and along came Hurricane Wilma. We had been hearing for days about her and I thought nothing of it, as we have plenty of low powered storms. As such, I didn’t really pay attention until she hit. She wiped out power lines for miles across Florida. She ripped up trees and threw them everywhere. I’ve never seen wind look like whitewater rapids before that.
In the aftermath we realized how unprepared we were for this disaster zone.
Now I’m a take charge kind of person and if I see something is wrong, I want to fix it. I don’t want to piddle around about it, I simply do it. If other people are around me at the time, I try to get them involved and get whatever problem handled as efficiently as possible.
So me, my hubby Discordian and Mystique all worked together, urgently, to try to get supplies. But her husband Agusta apparently got ‘depressed’ and we had a lot of trouble getting help from him. He did like to yell a lot though, it seemed. It took us 3 hours to get food and water from the supermarket. There was no gas available, because the gas stations didn’t have generators.
Coupled with the blinding heat and no electricity, we tried, in earnest, to find things to do and stay friendly. Eventually, my stress level got so high with Agusta yelling at me, that I completely ‘lost it’ with him. I left the house and would have walked into traffic, had it not been for the fact that there were no cars on the road. When I got back, Mystique and I had a long talk about me letting people just be who they are. I think my shields finally cracked under the strain of it all, because I agreed to just let him be. He and I had no more confrontations after that.
Time passed slowly. We had many long nights of humid, sticky, sweltering heat. No one could sleep until we passed out. Agusta was still pissed and something was going on with Mystique. Each time she’d go to sleep, after a few hours I could feel her sexual energies radiating through the walls. Now, I’d felt this before, empathically, and that’s probably why I’d dated her. But this time it was different. This had such an intensity that I couldn’t breathe when I felt it. (I hope Agusta knows what a lucky man he is!)
And so this went on for days and days. Between the heat, the humidity, the stress, no electricity, no running water, Agusta, and Mystique, I honestly felt that I was losing my sanity.
Finally, I got sick of waiting for the electricity to get turned back on. It had already been over a week as it was. It took me calling the CEO of FPL twice to get the electricity turned back on for our neighborhood.
Once we had electricity, and blessed Air Conditioning, after a few days things settled down a little bit. But I was mentally and physically exhausted. As well as horny as hell and as my hubby was exhausted as well, I had no outlet to turn to. Except one.
With my hubby’s consent, I called up a boytoy friend that I had played around with a bit in the past. I drove down and brought him home. I thought this would just be yet another typical experience of me being the dominant one with him and having fun. Boy was I wrong.
Sure he was easy going and fun for a while. But at some point I felt him empathically pushing on me and I resisted. Then suddenly something ‘changed’ within him. He became like a vicious animal. Snarling, fangs barred. He threw me down and bit the hell out of my neck. As I fought to get him off of me, I saw a black glow from his eyes and his face was … different, somewhat inhuman in a way. He even felt different empathically. He proceeded to hold me down with incredible strength and then began playing with me. He built up my eros to such an extent that it felt like I was floating out of my body. He let me go, but I couldn’t move, I was so enraptured.
And then he bit me on the thigh. It hurt and I cried out. He held me down and kept biting. Then I felt him start draining my energy. He drained my energy to such an extent that I thought I was dying. After what felt like hours, he sat back and smiled in an evil sort of way, like he was amused at my fighting to breathe.
And then he offered me his wrist. He said “Bite it”. I just looked at him like he was nuts. Then he put his wrist in my mouth and repeated his order. I did this and then he said “Pull my energy into you.” I tried this and it was like a rush of energy and power like none other that I had ever experienced.
I awoke to the world of Vampirism.
Raven had changed my life.
End Part 1