Authors Note and Disclaimer thing: Poppy Z. Brite is a fantastic author and
Zach and Trevor are all hers..
Disgustingly in love after three years, Zach had grown tired of wandering Europe. He and Trevor were still wanted for his drug and hacking convictions years before, so that ruled out the United States. Trevor never got homesick. He had no real home to be homesick for.
Zach watched as the man he loved braided his auburn hair. It had grown much longer during their three years together, and in a way, giving Trevor a Sampson like quality. They occasionally tried to get back in contact with the good old folks in North Carolina, but vampire scares kept them quiet.
"I want to go back to Paris," Trevor whispered, turning his head from the split bathroom mirror. Zach's money was in constant supply thanks to hacking jobs, and the mere hacking itself. In an instant, he could transfer unlimited supplies of cash to his seven Swiss bank accounts. The American FBI was still unable to track him to that. Years ago, Zach's asian best friend, Eddie, had quit her job as a stripper. Last he'd heard, she'd moved to New York with a man from North Carolina and occasionally felt happy. She missed Zach too much, but knew she could never come between him and Trevor. "It would be nice to see the cemetery again. We could go to the famous graves again?"
"We've been there forty times in the past year," Zach muttered, Johnny Depp style black hair falling into his eyes as his finger clicked over the keys. "Besides, don't you ever want to go back to the US? Do you ever miss it?"
Trevor walked up behind his lover, kissing the top of his head. "As long as I have you, I never miss anything. All I had back there was an orphanage and images of dead parents." The comment made Zach feel guilty. Trevor wanted him completely and totally. Even after giving up his entire life, he was willing to give up more. Meanwhile, night after night, Zach was racing the clock for new designer drugs and a good time before Trevor awoke. It was a rush.
Zach typed quickly, checking the FBI links for the fortieth time that week. He was by no means on the most wanted list, but had a good record. It was then that he found a case file. "FUCK!" Zach shouted, pounding the floor. He would never hurt his precious laptop. "You still want to go to Paris, Trev?" "Yes," Trevor responded, putting breakfast dishes in the sink. "Good, get packed," Zach muttered. "The feds will be here in a few hours.
Disgustingly in love after three years, Zach had grown tired of wandering Europe. He and Trevor were still wanted for his drug and hacking convictions years before, so that ruled out the United States. Trevor never got homesick. He had no real home to be homesick for.
Zach watched as the man he loved braided his auburn hair. It had grown much longer during their three years together, and in a way, giving Trevor a Sampson like quality. They occasionally tried to get back in contact with the good old folks in North Carolina, but vampire scares kept them quiet.
"I want to go back to Paris," Trevor whispered, turning his head from the split bathroom mirror. Zach's money was in constant supply thanks to hacking jobs, and the mere hacking itself. In an instant, he could transfer unlimited supplies of cash to his seven Swiss bank accounts. The American FBI was still unable to track him to that. Years ago, Zach's asian best friend, Eddie, had quit her job as a stripper. Last he'd heard, she'd moved to New York with a man from North Carolina and occasionally felt happy. She missed Zach too much, but knew she could never come between him and Trevor. "It would be nice to see the cemetery again. We could go to the famous graves again?"
"We've been there forty times in the past year," Zach muttered, Johnny Depp style black hair falling into his eyes as his finger clicked over the keys. "Besides, don't you ever want to go back to the US? Do you ever miss it?"
Trevor walked up behind his lover, kissing the top of his head. "As long as I have you, I never miss anything. All I had back there was an orphanage and images of dead parents." The comment made Zach feel guilty. Trevor wanted him completely and totally. Even after giving up his entire life, he was willing to give up more. Meanwhile, night after night, Zach was racing the clock for new designer drugs and a good time before Trevor awoke. It was a rush.
Zach typed quickly, checking the FBI links for the fortieth time that week. He was by no means on the most wanted list, but had a good record. It was then that he found a case file. "FUCK!" Zach shouted, pounding the floor. He would never hurt his precious laptop. "You still want to go to Paris, Trev?" "Yes," Trevor responded, putting breakfast dishes in the sink. "Good, get packed," Zach muttered. "The feds will be here in a few hours.