The Calabar Vamp (Igbo Horror, #283) / Igbo Horror (ePub)

The night was thick with an eerie stillness as the full moon hung low in the sky, casting a silvery glow over the remote village of Calabar in Nigeria. In the shadows of the dense forest surrounding the village, a figure moved with unnatural speed and grace. This figure was no ordinary being - he was a muscular black gay vampire from Calabar.

Born centuries ago in the heart of Africa, this vampire had long since abandoned his human side and embraced the darkness that coursed through his veins. His name was Obi, and he was feared by all who knew of his existence. But despite his fearsome reputation, Obi was not without his own demons. He struggled to find a place in a world that shunned him for his unnatural desires and insatiable thirst for blood.

As he prowled the village, Obi's sharp senses picked up on the scent of a lone wanderer making his way home through the darkened streets. A slow sinister grin spread across his face as he silently tracked his prey, his fangs glistening in the moonlight. With a sudden burst of speed, Obi lunged at the unsuspecting man, sinking his razor-sharp teeth into the soft flesh of his neck.

The man let out a strangled cry of pain as Obi drank deeply, savoring the warm, metallic taste of his blood. But as Obi's hunger was sated, he felt an unexpected surge of remorse wash over him. He knew that this man had done nothing to deserve such a fate, yet he had shown no mercy in his pursuit of sustenance.

Haunted by guilt, Obi turned away from his victim and fled into the night. He sought solace in the depths of the forest, where the darkness wrapped around him like a comforting cloak. But even in his solitude, Obi could not escape the whispers of his own conscience.

Days turned into nights, and Obi wandered aimlessly through the shadows, tormented by his inner turmoil. He longed for a sense of belonging, a place where he could be accepted for who he truly was. But in a world that feared and reviled the supernatural, such a place seemed impossible to find.

One fateful evening, as Obi roamed the outskirts of the village, he stumbled upon a secluded clearing bathed in moonlight. In the center of the clearing stood a figure unlike any he had ever seen before - a beautiful young man with skin as dark as midnight and eyes that sparkled with an otherworldly light.

Intrigued by this mysterious stranger, Obi approached him cautiously, unsure of what to expect. But to his surprise, the young man greeted him with a warm smile and outstretched hand. "Greetings, Obi," he said, his voice as sweet as honey. "I have been waiting for you."

Confused but intrigued, Obi took the young man's hand and allowed himself to be led deeper into the clearing. As they walked, the young man explained that he was a creature of the night like Obi, born from the same dark magic that flowed through their veins.

"You are not alone, Obi," the young man said gently. "We are kindred spirits, bound by blood and fate. Together, we can create a world where we are free to be who we are, without fear of persecution or judgement."

Touched by the young man's words, Obi felt a sense of hope stir within him for the first time in centuries. Perhaps there was a place for him in this world after all, a place where he could embrace his true nature and find acceptance among his own kind.

And so, under the light of the full moon, Obi and his newfound companion united as brothers in arms, forging a bond that would endure for eternity. Together, they would roam the night, bringing terror to those who dared to cross their path while also finding solace in each other's embrace.