Savior: Chapter 11

This time I was a little less confused when I woke up in Jasmine’s bed. I didn’t have that initial shock. Things looked and felt familiar, right down to my pounding headache. I made to sit up a little bit, as my back was aching. That’s when I heard the creak from over in a dark corner of the room. Seconds later, the angelic vampire boy glided into the dim light cast by the desk lamp.

“You’re awake. How do you feel? You had me worried,” he fired off in rapid, excited succession.

“Oh. Hey. I’ve…I’ve had better days. What happened?”

“You passed out. Luckily I caught you before you hit the floor.”

“Passed out? God, I’m such a mess.”

“How’s your head?”

“It hurts super bad.”

“I think you have a concussion. I had one once from hockey, and…”

His abrupt stop caught me off guard. I looked up at him expectantly.

“Sorry…I…I try not to think about my former life too much. It…it depresses me.”

“Oh. I see.”

We fell into a silence. I had a million questions, but I couldn’t form any in my brain. This was just too unreal.

“Can I…can I get you anything Tyler?”

“You know my name?”

“Well…er yeah. Jazzy told me it.”

“H…how do you know Jasmine?”

“She’s my sister,” he responded, like it was no big deal.

“Wait! Your sister?”

“Yeah. Look. I know you have a lot of questions, but why don’t we like sit with Jazzy and get it all figured out or something. I don’t think you need to like, overwork your brain or anything. You need rest and stuff.”

“Can I ask one question?”

“Yeah. Sure. Maybe.”

“What’s your name?”

He smiled broadly. I’m sure in relief that I didn’t ask something super complicated. He extended his hand toward the bed and I fished mine out from under the blanket. He gripped my hand softly, and said, “I’m Timmy.”

I held his hand, not wanting to let it go. I managed a weak smile and replied, “it’s nice to finally know your name. I feel like I’ve known you a long time.”

He didn’t seem to be in any hurry to get his hand back either. We smiled into each other’s eyes for a bit longer than normal. I think we were both happy to finally meet one another. His smile was eventually replaced by the more serious face he wore earlier. He hesitantly asked, “Tyler. Can I ask you a question?”

“Sure.”

“Did this…did it happen…at home?”

“No. It was…it was at school. I ran my mouth off at some bully.”

In a totally serious voice, he asked, “what’s his name? I’ll kill him.”

“Whoa. Calm down. I’ll be alright. It’s no big deal.”

“Looks like a big deal to me. If you change your mind. I’ll do it. In a heartbeat.”

I didn’t quite know how to react to his comment, so I didn’t say anything. To try and break the tension, I told him, “I think I need to pee.”

Timmy jumped at the opportunity to help me out. “Here. Let me help you up. I can walk you there too. I mean if you need it.”

He offered his hands to me and helped me to my feet. I was a bit wobbly and unsteady on my feet, so he put my arm over his shoulder and he gripped my waist as we slowly walked to the bathroom.

“I’ll stand behind you and hold your waist so you don’t tip over or something.”

I was in no position to protest, as he was probably right. I pulled up to the toilet and pulled the front of my long underwear down to start peeing. I glanced into the mirror to my right, and saw Timmy’s eyes glancing right at my exposed penis, in the reflection of the mirror. When he saw that I saw him, he quickly looked away, only to bring them back to where they were trained before. I smiled because I would have done the exact same thing. I’m sure if I was in my right mind, I would have tried to hide myself, but I actually kind of liked the fact that he wanted to see it. He was certainly giving my mind a workout, this Timmy.

He giggled, which gave me a sudden complex. I did then try to kind of shield my dick, thinking he was laughing at it or something.

He saw my awkward maneuver and said, “no no. Sorry. I can feel your pee leaving your bladder or something. It feels weird. Your dick is nice…er…um…sorry.”

I shook off and put myself away and said, “oh ok. I’m done, and umm…thanks?”

He walked us to the sink and I washed my hands. Our eyes met in the mirror and we both smiled. He changed his grip on me a little bit, wrapping a little closer around the front of my waist. I don’t know if it was intensional or not, but I liked the way it made me feel. As shitty as I looked and felt, it didn’t seem to be as bad now that I was finally getting to know Timmy.

As we stood there I had an almost overwhelming feeling of sorrow sweep through me. I can’t even say where it came from, but I sensed that waterworks were on the way. I’ve been such a roller coaster of emotions lately, that rapid mood swings have become normal. My eyes were just starting to mist up.

“Timmy. You’ve been such a big help to me. Both you and your sister. Can I ask one more thing? You’re gonna think I’m crazy, I think, but can I…can I give you a hug?”

Without even speaking, Timmy spun me around and wrapped himself around me. He melted into me like an attachment. I’ve had enough hugs in my life to be able to rate them. This hug from Timmy was among the most heartfelt I’ve ever received. I hugged him back with everything I had. I was touched so deeply that I started to weep, and eventually broke into a full blown cry. Timmy tenderly rubbed my back, offering himself as the support I needed.

“You’ve been through a lot. I’m here for whatever you need.”

I cried a bit longer, but was too exhausted to do much more. I separated from our embrace and sat on the closed toilet lid. I lifted my head and looked into Timmy’s face. I think he was surprised to see me smiling.

“It’s not that. I’m ok, really. I’m…I’m better than ok. I can’t explain it, but you have no idea how happy I am to find you. It’s, I can’t put it into words, but I had to find you. Like my life depended on it or something. Somehow I need you. Like fate. I know you think I’m crazy…”

“Tyler. I know. I feel it too. I have since the first time I saw you.”

The floodgates opened up again. “You have no idea how hard I looked for you.”

“I do know.”

“Then why? Why didn’t you let me find you?”

“Because you’re not safe.”

“Not safe?”

“Yes. Look. Jazzy can explain it better than me. We should get you back in bed. We can talk about it later.”

I reluctantly agreed, and he helped me back into Jasmine’s bedroom. He helped me back into the bed and sat on the edge.

“Will you lay with me,?” I asked.

“I’d love to,” he replied, smiling widely.

He climbed into the bed beside me propped up on his elbow, looking down into my face. He moved a few strands of hair out if my eyes and delicately kissed my forehead. “Get some sleep Tyler. I’ll be right here.”

I was pretty overcome with fatigue from my little adventure to the bathroom, and my emotional breakdown. I couldn’t muster enough strength to produce any words. The last thing I remembered was his soft lips touching my forehead again, as I drifted off. No dream that might visit my thoughts tonight could be better than the one I just left.

This time waking up I felt a bit better. My head wasn’t throbbing and my most pressing need seemed to be another trip to the bathroom. Timmy was nowhere to be found, so I made the journey on shaky knees, on my own. I found myself giggling at the memory of my last visit to the toilet, and Timmy’s free peep show. I splashed some water on my face and became aware of how dry my throat was, and how empty my stomach felt.

I quietly moved toward the kitchen and located a drinking glass and found some OJ in the fridge. I spotted another note from Jasmine sitting on the counter:

Ty-

I hope you’re starting to feel better. Make yourself at home. Eat. Sleep. Whatever you need. Timmy and I are sleeping in his room. Please do not come in there! I hope to see you when we wake up. Don’t leave unless you absolutely have to. We need to talk.

Jazzy

I had no real reason to leave, and I was more than a little curious what we needed to talk about. I was ravenous with hunger, so I started to eat some of the food she picked up for me. Three bowls of Froot Loops, a carton of OJ, two pieces of toast, a granola bar, and a bag of Cheetos later, and I was done. I even eyeballed the tub of ice cream in the freezer, but decided to save it for later. What I had just eaten was comparable to a normal three day intake for me. It was strange how hungry I was. I didn’t even feel over-stuffed when I was finished. I spotted a clock on a desk that indicated it was 4:00. Wow! I slept for a long time. That might explain why I was so hungry.

I decided to relax in the den while I waited for Jasmine and Timmy to come out of his room. I laid on the couch, just staring and the ceiling. From the corner of my eye, I spotted a book, abandoned rudely on the rug. I grabbed it and started paging though it. It was some very dark looking manga called ‘Dragon Head.’ This must be what Timmy was reading when I surprised him last night. I also found his iPod and headphones half under the couch. I placed the headphones over my ears and hit play. He had been listening to some spooky sounding classical music by someone named Rachmaninov. I didn’t think it was my place to blast through his playlist, but I was starting to sense that Timmy wasn’t your typical teenager. Not that I was exactly normal, but I also wasn’t a vampire.

After laying there for what felt like a couple hours, I decided to impose even further, and hop in the shower. I had forgotten how good a hot shower can feel. I stood in there double-time, letting the hot jets massage my aching body. When I was finished, I realized I didn’t want to put the same dirty clothes on, but I didn’t have anything to change into. I wrapped myself in a towel and went back into Jasmine’s bedroom. Maybe I could find a pair of sweatpants to borrow or something. She’s not that much bigger than me, and I think she’d understand. I did find some thin cotton kind of pants that could pass as sweats or something. They were a little big in the waist, but if I don’t go for a jog, which I shouldn’t have to worry about, they should stay up. Albeit, a little bit low slung. I was just stuffing my dirty clothes into my backpack, when I heard a gentle knock on the open door. I turned and saw Jasmine standing there with a warm smile.

“Evening Tyler. How you feeling?”

“Much better. Thanks. Still sore, but yeah…”

She was about to say something else, when Timmy came crashing past her into the room.

“Tyler! You stayed!” He came charging in, wrapped his arms around me, and picked me up for a half spin. For being smaller than me, he was very strong. Maybe it’s a vampire thing.

“Timmy! Don’t crush the poor boy,” Jasmine shouted, both shocked and laughing.

Timmy quickly set me down and whispered, “sorry. I forgot.”

“It’s okay. Hi Timmy. Of course I stayed. You told me to.”

“I’ll leave you two. See you in a little bit, okay?”

“Umm…yeah. For sure.”

I turned back around to finish zipping up my bag, when Timmy joked, “love the pants. I can see your butt.”

I reached back, and sure enough, they had slid a little ways down my body. “Err…sorry.”

“It’s okay. I like it. Hehe. Do you want to borrow some underwear? I can get you a pair.”

“Yeah. That’d be cool. Thanks.”

Timmy ran to his room and returned with a pair of red boxer briefs. He threw them to me and made no move to leave or give me any kind of privacy. I turned away from him shyly, and slid Jasmine’s pants off and redressed myself, adding the undies to the mix.

“Thanks.”

“No problem.”

“What now?”

He shrugged his shoulders.

“So you need to eat or anything?”

“Umm…we don’t eat. Well not like you do.”

“Oh. Yeah. Duh. Umm do you want to hang out or should we go see Jasmine now?”

“Whatever you want.”

“I guess we could go see Jasmine and then hang out after?”

“Yeah. For sure. Come on.”

Timmy put his hand out to me and I grabbed it. We walked the network of hallways hand in hand, with him leading the way. It felt nice to hold his hand. I was really starting to like Timmy, a lot. When we got to where Jasmine was, I was feeling a bit nervous. What was it that they needed to tell me so badly? I went to sit at one of the couches and Timmy sat right beside me. Close enough to touch me. Jasmine sat right across from us. She smiled and said, “let’s see. Where do we begin?”

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