"You are magnificent, Hawk," Dracula purred as he looked into the azure eyes of Eli 'Hawk' Moskowitz.

Hawk narrowed his gaze. Surely this had to be some kind of trick. Or maybe it was actually real, despite what he had initially thought. He wasn't sure which. But just to be on the safe side, he replied, "I bet you say that to all the boys before you bite them."

Immediately, Hawk felt like giving himself a good, stern lecture. Now why did I have to go and say that? I mean, really.

Dracula disagreed with the Miyagi-Fang student. "No, you are different. Kindred, if you will."

Before Hawk could think of a reply to that, Dracula had walked over to his bed and then sat down. "I have searched the world over for you. I have yearned for you... for a handsome young man with a dark side that rivals my own."

Again Hawk was quiet, unable to think of a reply. Deep down, he'd wondered if he did have a dark side. Maybe he's right. Maybe I do have a dark side this whole time. When Hawk had thought about it earlier, he wondered if he and his best friend Demetri Alexopoulos (who called himself and Hawk Binary Brothers) both had a dark side they'd been keeping under wraps the whole time and didn't even know it.

"I can taste your hunger," Dracula purred as he moved closer to Hawk's neck.

Hawk attempted, albeit briefly, to fight him, but his effort was in vain; then his fangs pierced the skin of Hawk's neck, and the Miyagi-Fang student was gone. The sigh escaped his throat involuntarily, and the dark Prince sucked harder, running his tongue up and down lightly, massaging his sensitive skin.

Hawk felt his manhood begin to harden as Dracula's bite overwhelmed his senses. Dracula chuckled low, his mouth vibrating against Hawk as he pulled his fangs free and licked the puncture wounds. "Your hunger consumes you."

"No." Hawk watched his mouth, his eyes fixed to Dracula's tongue as he ran it over the sharp tips of his ghostly white fangs.