Hidden Secrets Found Unknown

Chapter 2: The Truth is But a Mere Memory...

Midnite. Chicago, 1918.

I feel as if all that has been happy memories...faded away... At 17, my years of life were supposed to be full of joy and laughter. However, it is now ending. The Spanish Influenza has taken over me. Nothing can save me...

I was carried into a dark room. I didn't see who carried me, but I felt muscles touch my arms. I was laid onto a bed. An uncomfortable one. I felt a ice, cold hand on my head.

"Are you feeling alrite?" A voice so handsome. I needed to see him. I wanted to see him. He must have been the one that nursed my parents. Since they died, I guess I have no where to go and no one would care where I was.

A candle flickered between the two of us. I saw him. His blonde hair glistened as the candle was lit. His handsome golden eyes were so intriguing. I couldn't help but stare into them.

He was going through his bag full of medicines. He looked to the corner of his eye to see me staring at him. He chuckled. Such a sweet one...

I blushed. I knew he had seen me. So I looked away. I didn't look away for much longer. I felt his cold hand touch my neck. "I'm just trying to see if the medicine has taken its course."

Then all of a sudden, I felt drowsy... The medicine was kicking in...

The blonde man stared at me like I was a prey and he was the predator. "You know, Edward... Your days of life are ending, right?"

"I know that. I've been known that since the pain of influenza flew into my gaze..." I sat up. My urge to get closer to him was getting the better of me.

He stood up to take off his shirt. His muscles were oh so divine... The drowsiness was now getting the bette of me... I didn't want to fall asleep. I wanted to see the one that was saving from my death. Please... Then my eyes closed. A deep slumber cast over me.

The only thing I was able to hear was his handsome voice. Talking to himself. However, I didn't understand his statement.

"I have to make another if there won't be any like me..." His masculine voice lingered towards me.

I was still in my deep slumber. All I felt was my clothes being slipped off my warm body. I felt a sudden gust of cold air come from the open window across from the bed.

I felt hands touching my abs...My nipples became hard... The cold hands didn't leave my body... I gave a lite moan...

I felt someone sucking my hard nipple as I slept. I a lustful moan came to my mouth. "Mmm...Oh, god..."

My nakedness must have been a huge turn on for Doctor...What was his name?.....Ah, yes... Doctor Cullen. Carlisle Cullen... His name made me blush.

"I have to turn him...Even if it means the pain....Will be too much for him to bear..." Carlisle scanned my body with his cold hands.

I wanted to awaken to kiss him, however, the drug that kept me stable was taking its course.

He began kissing my neck roughly. Then he began dragging his tongue towards my abdomen, then towards my pelviz. I gave lustful moans, letting him know that I wanted him to go further...

When he noticed that I was become more like a whore, he got deeper. He went for the crown of my manhood. He licked it. He chuckled... "You're already hard...However, the drugs have made you go into a deep slumber." He sighed... Then something happened. It was painful. I felt numb down by my private area.

Carlisle bit my cock really hard. I felt there was something poisoning me. It burned me... Sharp teeth edged against the side of my cock.

Then the next thing you know it, I felt something thrust into me. It was hard. I felt scared now. Yet the pain of my cock was getting the better of me. "Ah!" My lustful moan ended quickly as I felt another thrust hit me hard. I was speechless. I couldn't breathe...

Carlisle was sweating, his hair soaked as he raped me hard. I said nothing. However, he began to touch my cock. It hurt. Numb as usual. Blood began to stream down my cock, I didn't know why but... I felt like the influenza didn't have any affect against the state of pain I was in.

Carlisle looked at me ferociously. Then began to guide his tounge down to the velvet streaming down my cock. I felt a warm tongue touch the sidess of my cock. Like it was lapping like a dog against my cock. Then the thrusts that were completely hurtful jammed into me. I felt as if I wanted all this stop. But now... All I know now was that... I felt more alive. The thrusts of this beastily man never stopped 'till the next day. When the sun shined into the small rooftop/attic bedroom. This building seemed to be deserted, I guess...