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Bitten
A redheaded lump wearing a striped shirt and jeans was huddled on a park bench. The wind blew and it shivered a bit. Crisp footsteps from leather boots approached. A thin black-gloved finger poked the lump on the shoulder. "Wake up. You'd better have eaten because the sun is coming up. We have to get back to the apartment." Blonde hair was flicked back over the speaker's shoulder in frustration.
The lump unfurled to reveal a young man. At first glance he appeared no older than twenty. He adjusted a pair of goggles on his head, then faced the blonde. "I got lucky. There was a drunk on the way to the game store. So drunk I got a buzz. Gotta love that."
The blonde wrinkled his nose. "I thought I smelled cheap." He toyed with a rosary around his neck then sighed. "I wish all the myths were fake. I miss the sun." A custom leather boot kicked a nearby rock to the side.
"You know you keep talking, but all I hear is, 'Whine, bitch, whine, I miss my tan'." The redheaded man stood up and stretched his back with arms above his head. He let out a sigh after a satisfying pop was heard. "If you weren't so sexy it would piss me off. As it is, I just find it hot." The redhead swaggered up to the blond, and draped an arm across thin shoulders covered by black leather.
Blue eyes turned to glare at the goggled ones. "Remind me again why I turned you. It's all a bit fuzzy. All I can remember is vodka and a future eternity of regrets."
The redhead scoffed. "It wasn't the vodka that made you forget. It was the mind-blowing sex." He nuzzled the blonde's neck. "I always did find biting kinky." He nipped at the blonde's ear through perfectly-kept hair. His canine scraped the lobe a bit. It healed almost instantly, but the redhead managed to get a drop of blood first. He licked his lip and hummed. "You taste like crack." He sniffed his companion's neck. "And smell like shitty cologne. Raid a strip club again?"
The blonde scoffed and swatted the redhead to the side. "Burlesque club. I have standards. Plus I'm more a fan of dinner and a show."
A smile with sharp canines was flashed at the blonde. "Ah yes. Tits and ass –sorry, just ass– is always nicer when it's classy. But you know, strip clubs always have better hosts. Too coked out of their asses to notice anything is wrong." He circled to face the blonde. "See, you aren't even remotely buzzed. Talk about a waste of drugs!"
The blonde sneered. "I don't need drugs to get high. I have something better." He stepped so he was face to face with the redhead.
"Chocolate?" the redhead asked with a slight laugh.
The blonde grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him close enough to kiss. "No. Power." He licked the redhead's left cheek. "In case you've forgotten though, we have to get home." He then released the redhead and swaggered down the street, deliberately swaying his hips a bit more than necessary.
The redhead cursed. "Fucking asshole! I didn't need to get horny to follow you!" He awkwardly ran after the blonde then disappeared into a nearby building. Grumbling, he made his way up several flights of stairs, only to drop his jaw when he reached his floor. The blonde stood in front of him with a raised eyebrow.
"Why didn't you take the elevator?" The redhead growled and the blonde sighed. "Sometimes I wonder about you." He then grinned. "Coming to bed dearie?" He opened a nearby door and walked into the dark apartment. "I promise I will bite." With a dark chuckle the redhead followed.
"I was hoping you would say that." The door closed and the creatures of the night enjoyed their last moments before the sun shut their eyes.
Happy Halloween!
For those wondering, I Would Do Anything is being worked on. I've just hit a dry patch.
