by L23 M

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Added: Dec 2003 2,173 words 12,542 views 2.8 stars (4 votes)


Hehehehehe, my life is a weird one, well it is from a human's point of view. Well before I get into telling you about my first love maybe I should tell you a bit about myself. Usually when people tell you about themselves they start with a name, but you see I don't have one. It's true every now and again I choose a name to keep for a couple of years, but if I get bored of it I change it, hehehehe now I think of it the strangest name I have ever had has to have been D'kreak. No wonder the bloody Aztec civilisation ended in war, people kept on getting their names wrong! You know that can really piss people off, especially the Aztecs they were such a proud people.

I suppose you want to know what I look like too, well; this is where it gets a little tricky. You see I can be anything I want, because I am what your species call a shape-shifter. For those people who don't know a shape-shifter is a creature that can, well, change it's looks at will. In my natural state I just look like a puddle of slimy jelly, I know it's not very attractive but it's me. I am not an alien though, in case that is what you're thinking, I have been on this planet since its creation. I saw the dinosaurs rise and fall, I saw various empires rise and fall, I have been with the human race every step of the way along the evolutionary scale, I just can't believe such a interesting species has evolved from monkeys, I used to eat monkeys! Wait before you go there I don't actually need to eat or drink, my body generates it's energy from the sun, just like a plant, but god damn food tastes good. I know you're asking your self if I'm immortal, so I'll put your mind at ease. I don't like to say the word immortal; it's true I have not actually found anything that can kill me but who knows what could be made in the future, you could create a virus that could kill me. I do have emotions and I can feel things but I don't feel pain in the same way as you do, like the pain you would feel from a broken arm would feel like a pinprick to me. If you're wondering if I am the only shape-shifter out there, well don't; in my time on this planet I have only met one other like me. I guess I'm not what you would call a 'goody too shoes' I have done my share of nasty things in my time, but the other like me was pure evil and hatred, all I'm going to say is the encounter did not go well. Hehehehe ok, I guess I can tell you, I don't really have any magical powers, well except for the changing shape thing, but I can, if I concentrate really hard, alter a humans perception of reality. If you're wondering what I'm talking about, I can make people see things that are not there. Cool huh?

I have another secret too; do you want to hear it? Well, I guess I can be any gender I want but I like to be the male of the species, I only become a women when I have tried to get a man into bed while been a man and he wont go. I don't really like having sex with women, so I guess that makes me sort of gay—if that is possible.

Well I'm not rich, but I do have money. You see I used to be a pirate and I have various bounties hidden all over the world, so if I ever need a bit of money I just dig it up and sell it. Well I guess I better get on with the story huh? The story is about my first love, well technically my second love. You see after I fell in love all those years ago and I watched my lover die of old age, I vowed to never love again, it just wasn't fair on me or them and so I didn't ever love again, until I saw Johan.

It was the turn of the century, the year 1999. I had just been wondering around the world, going from place to place, changing from shape to shape as easily as changing my name. I came to Los Angeles, I decided I wanted to get back into society again. With some of my money I bought a secluded house up in the hills. The house was nice, in fact the nicest one I had been in for years, it had like 10 bedrooms, I spent the rest of the day shopping I bought all the new gadgets and set up home. The next day I wondered the streets thinking of the simplest way to get back in to society, to get a few friends to hang out with and talk to, I was actually very lonely, my last friend died in the second world war. It was getting dark and quite chilly and I heard the streets weren't safe at night, I looked around to see if anybody was looking, thankfully the street was empty. With the assurance nobody was looking I morphed into a mean looking figure, a muscle man with low set eyes and a sloping forehead, I found while travelling people tend to stay away from the people who look like murderers. I continued to walk along the streets minding my own business when I heard a scream. I looked around quickly to see where it came from, I morphed my ears into that of a bat and pinpointed sounds coming from the nearby ally. With my ears back to normal I rushed over to where I could see what was happening.

I couldn't see fully what was happening so I morphed into a mouse and slowly made my way to where I could get a better view. There in the ally were two teens who looked to be around 18 years old, both would be what you refer too as jocks, there were not good looking. In fact they looked like someone had punched them one too many times in the face, they were all scrunched up in a look of disgust. There kneeling on the floor in-between them was a boy of about 15 years old. He was crying loudly, his hands were tied behind his back and his pant's where down around his ankles, I couldn't see the boy's face but I could tell he had been gagged since the scream I heard.

“Look at that bill, the fagot is crying” one of the teens said. While swatting the boy on the head.

“Awww is the little cock sucker crying? Don't worry honeybee you'll have this meat up your arse soon” the other teen who I guessed was bill said, while laughing out loud and grabbing his swollen dick through his jeans. This only made the boy cry even more. Now I think of it, these teen's even sounded ugly, they had low deep voices that sounded like they were continually belching. Bill reached forward and bent the boy over to expose his hole to the air, while the other teen unzipped his pants. They were obviously planning to rape the poor boy; I wasn't going to let it happen. I scurried behind the Dumpster near them and morphed back into the mean looking man again. I stepped out behind bill, the one who was holding the boy and grabbed him by the back of the neck. The other teen just looked at me with a look of shock on his face, his penis rapidly deflating. He looked at me and too his friend bill who was trying his best to wiggle out of my grasp.

“Look dude, just let him go ok? Were only playing with the kid, we weren't going to hurt him I swear” I could hear fear in his voice.

“Really? It looked to me like you were going to rape him” I spoke in a low deep voice that sounded like a growl, striking more fear in to the two would be rapists.

“But he deserves it! He's a fucking fag!” he gestured to the boy who still hadn't moved, not even to turn around and see what was happening.

“So what! So am I, maybe I should rape you” the teen's eyes grew wide and he shook his head while stepping back, I took bill and pushed him onto his friend causing them both to fall over. With a little bit of pushing and shoving they managed to get up and ran out of the ally. I turned to the boy who was hunched over. I undid the rope that was binding his wrists.

“Hey kid are you ok?” the boy slowly and shakily got up, he pulled his pants back up covering that wonderful ass and took the gag out of his mouth throwing it on the floor. He turned around and gave me a fierce hug and started to cry again.

“Thank you, oh thank you so much, I thought they were going to rape me for sure” his voice was so cute it had a deep sexiness to it but still had a touch of the high pitch notes, he must have just been going through puberty. What really surprised me was the fact that he wasn't scared by my appearance.

“Would you like me to take you home?” he let go of me and just smiled, through his tears. I looked at him, his dirty blond hair hung down to his chin and his blue eyes were hypnotic, although a little red and puffy from the crying. His face was a little dirty but I could tell he had no spots, his red lips were so kissable, I noticed he had a cut on his cheek, the blood had dried leaving a scab.

“Sure but we will need to get a car, my house is miles away” we walked out of the ally and back on to the street, and stopped the first cab we saw, he told him were he wanted t be and the cab was off.

“So what's your name?” he had stopped crying and was smiling at me, he had such a wonderful smile, it was so innocent.

“Johan, what's yours?” shit I need a name quick.

“Bob” the boy shivered.

“Bob's the name of the other guy” he hung his head and looked at his feet. I couldn't help but laugh to myself, in my head though. I mean Bill and Bob; it's just so well predictable.

“Oh I see, do you know them?”

“Yeah they go to my school” he started crying again “they're just going to get me again” god I felt so sorry for him.

“What school do you go to?”

“St. vicuna high” he said with a puzzled look on his face, he didn't ask why I wanted to know which school he went to thank god.

“How old are you?”

“14, 15 in 5 months” he wiped his nose on his hand.

“You will have to go to the police” I placed my hand on his arm, but he pulled away.

“NO! I can't do that because than they will ask why they did it and I will have to tell them I'm gay and my parents will hate me” so he was gay after all.

“Oh I see” the taxi pulled up in front of a nice house, although not as big as mine it was still nice.

“Thank you Bob stopping me from been raped” he gave me a quick kiss on the cheek and got out of the car, closing the door behind him. He quickly ran across his lawn and into the house giving me a little wave before he closed the door. I gave the taxi new directions to follow and we set off. I couldn't believe it, I had only known him for like 30 minutes and I was already falling in love, I knew I shouldn't but I just couldn't help it. I decided right there and than that getting back into society through going to school was going to be easy, plus I would get to be near Johan, and I would be able to protect him from those two bullies. When Monday rolled around St. Vicuna high would have a new pupil. Great now I'll have to create a new look.

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