Manhattan had it's fair share of killers. Sometimes even serial killers. They were all caught eventually. Usually before too many people died. That was before a certain someone moved into town.

No one quite knew who he was, as no one lived long enough to tell once they'd seen him. The few witnesses that had seen the brutal killings said he was a white male, tall, with dark hair, and young-around collage age. No one had seen his face. There had been one report of a young girl saying she saw red eyes, but it was brushed off quickly as her imagination. He only attacked at night. And the bodies were so torn apart that by the time they were found it looked like animals had been at them. Teeth marks littered their bodies and they were drained of almost all of their blood.

Now, it would seem pretty obvious as to who this criminal was. Or at least what he was. But logically his kind should not exist. The police and the people of Manhattan refused to believe what they knew deep down.

There was a Vampire in Manhattan.

While the rest of the city fretted and stayed inside after dark and traveled in packs, a certain blood sucker was somewhat unaffected by the new serial killer scare. Aside from the fact that he was the one they were all so worried about, he didn't care at all. Even if they did somehow manage to catch him, they would never be able to hold him. Only a trained hunter would be any kind of problem to him.

At 1, 734 years old, Perseus was fairly confident in his abilities.

Perseus was such a dated name. He usually just went by Percy now. Percy Jackson was the name he gave when someone insisted on a last name. He had read it in a book somewhere. Some children's book he couldn't remember. He liked it, so he kept it.

With a yawn and a hand running through his hair, Percy walked down the front steps of his building. He lived in a attic apartment near the water. It was small and inexpensive but it suited him just fine. And it was big enough if he ever felt adventurous enough to bring anyone home. Though that hadn't been the case in at least a month. He'd been far more interested in feeding as of late.

It was nearly two in the morning and the streets were silent. He could hear the distant rumble of the bar scene down he street. He figured he might as well grab a bite to eat before the night was over.

Halfway towards the closest pub he wrinkled his nose. He caught the strong scent of weed coming from the park he was walking past. He turned his head as he walked, spotting a group of teenagers in hoodies huddled by the fountain, passing a joint around. He grimaced, Marijuana made blood taste awful and always left him with an unwanted buzz. He turned his head, fully intent on ignoring the highschoolers, when one of them caught his eye.

He looked smaller than the rest of them and was a little off to the side. Percy stopped so he could focus on the boy, allowing himself the seek out the specific scent. Other than the lingering smell clinging to his clothes, it didn't seem like he had had any of the drug yet. In fact, when the other boys offered the joint to him, his dark head shook. Interesting.

Percy smirked as he started to walk towards the group of kids.

"Hey!" he shouted just loud enough for them to hear. He laughed as they all scrambled, muttering various swear words as they attempted to hide the evidence. Several of them ran. By the time Percy reached them, most of them had taken off. He brought his hand down on the small boy's shoulder as the last of them ran off. He smiled down at the frozen, terrified teenager.

"Were they pressuring you?" he asked, laying the charm on thick. This close he could smell him better. He smelled like books and fruity gum and teenager. There was an underlying sweetness to him and he couldn't quite place it until he leaned in a little.

Ah. AB-. The sweetest blood of all. It had been years since Percy had found anyone with AB- blood. He knew there was something special about this boy.

The terror in the boy's eyes had lessened a little at Percy's words but he still looked on edge. His pupils were a little dilated from the second hand marijuana he'd been breathing in.

"N-no… I just…. I don't smoke." His voice was small and stuttered and deeper than Percy had expected. Though he shouldn't be too surprised, puberty hit early now a days and this kid was at least 15. He just seemed to have a strange innocence around him. Like life had dealt him a shit hand and yet he had managed to stay pure and innocent along the way. Percy was sure that wasn't true-no one was innocent or pure any more-but the aura around the boy made him all the more interesting.

Percy hummed and leaned a little closer, making eye contact with the boy as he spoke, watching the resistance slip away from his face. "Really? I'm glad. I wouldn't want to see you get hurt."

He smirked when the boy practically melted in his arms. Hypnotism was helpful in his line of living.

He carried the teen towards a thicker group of trees, out of sight from any of the surrounding buildings. He lay him on the ground and knelt above him, his fingers sliding across the boy's throat as he let his claws and fangs extend, eager for the hunt. His teeth grew pointed and sharp, almost like shark's teeth but on a much smaller scale. His finger nails extended and curved, strong and sharp enough to tear through steel.

While the hypnotism kept them agreeable enough for him to get them to this position, they would soon snap out of it when he started ripping into them. Technically, he could feed without waking them from the charm and without killing them, but what fun would that be? He was never satisfied with that little amount of blood. He was almost two thousand years old, he deserved a full stomach.

Besides, he loved the screaming.

He almost moaned when his teeth sunk into the soft flesh of the boy's throat. The quiet sound of surprise that slipped past the boy's lips made it even sweeter. He was delicious, Percy decided, and he was going to take his time with this one.

The scream bubbled up in the boy's throat as Percy tore at his flesh. It rang in Percy's ears and egged him on, his claws sinking into the olive toned skin of his sides, ripping away his shirt and spraying blood across the grass. Weak arms and legs thrashed and pushed but Percy barely even noticed, his mouth moving to the other side of the boy's neck, letting the sweet blood pool over his tongue. He moaned as he swallowed, his red eyes flashing with sparks of gold for a moment. He nuzzled his nose under the boy's chin as he licked a line down his throat. He purred as the boy sobbed, his screams dying down as his body became week. Percy's hands continued to move over his body, tearing at his clothes and his skin and staining his pretty coloured skin a startling red, practically glowing in the moonlight.

Percy pressed down against the boy and growled. His body felt hot and he was lightheaded. It wasn't the same kind of feeling he got from drinking the blood of someone who was intoxicated in some way or another. It was different. He panted softly, staring down at the boy as the life started to ebb from his body. He was quite beautiful, now that the moonlight lit his face. His hair was dark and long, tied back in a messy ponytail which had started to come loose from the way he'd been struggling. His lips were pink despite his pale olive skin and his eyes were dark and large, round and full of fear.

Percy had never wanted to keep someone more in his entire life.

He had a personal rule against creating other vampires. He could not be bothered with the responsibility and neglected fledglings were a recipe for disaster.

This boy, however, with his almond eyes and his pretty lips, made something in Percy stir. It wasn't love or anything equally revolting. He was more like curiosity. What was it about this boy that made Percy's stomach coil?

The grass surrounding them was soaked thick with blood and the boy's eyes had closed. Percy could see the last of his life leaving him as he made a split second decision. He licked his lips of the blood and squeezed his fingers into a fist, his claws digging into his palm and drawing blood. He held his hand above the boy's mouth and let the blood drip past his lips. He held it there until the boy drew his last breath and his fluttering heart stopped beating.

As Percy stood he lifted the boy into his arms and cradled his small form against his chest. He was lighter than Percy had expected, smaller in more ways than just height. A small part of Percy wondered about his home life-he didn't seem to be well nourished, which surprised Percy since his blood had tasted so good. He disregarded that part of him as he took off running. The boy's past no longer mattered.

Percy steeled himself as he stepped past the gates of the graveyard, hissing softly to himself at the slight tingled burning of his skin from being on holy land. Another part of creating life that turned Percy away from it. Whoever this boy was, he had better be worth it.

Percy walked towards an empty grave, obviously left there for a funeral the next day. He knelt down beside the hole and let the boy slide from his arms and into the grave with a sickening thud. He smirked a little in satisfaction at the sound. He may be trying to save this child, but he still loved the sound of a dead body hitting the ground. He filled the grave with the pile of soil to the right of the hole until it was filled to the top. He wiped his filthy hands on his jeans and slipped from the graveyard, heading back into town. His head was clearer now that he wasn't on the holy grounds and he allowed himself to seek out fresh blood. He wasn't going to be picky this time, especially considering it wasn't for him.

He grabbed the first person he saw, a middle-aged woman out walking her dog as the light of the sun poked out over the horizon. She was susceptible enough to the hypnotism that Percy barely had to do anything. She just followed behind him as he lead her back to the graveyard, leaving her dog behind to coward at the scent of the Vampire.

The air was thick with the smell of dirt and he felt surrounded, caged in like the cloak of darkness had physically wrapped itself around him. He found it hard to breath, though it seemed he didn't quite need to. The darkness choked down on him as he tried to move. It was like swimming through tar. He choked and gagged on the stuff. The taste of blood and soil thick in his mouth. His stomach felt like a bottomless pit, empty and angry and screaming for more. The small coppery taste of blood on his tongue made his head fuzzy with want. He could barely think of anything but that taste. He wanted more. A growl rumbled in his throat as he clawed at the darkness around him, trying to get free of it. He could smell the blood. He could smell more of it. Past the strong smell of dirt and moisture he could smell thick, sweet blood. Gallons of it, just a few feet away. A whimpered growl pulled at his chest and he clawed faster, scrambling to get to the source of the smell. He needed it. He would die without it. He could feel the weakness trying to take hold of him. He needed to get to that delicious smell.

His gasp of relief when his hand breached the surface of the darkness brought on more disgusting taste of soil. He coughed and sputtered as he pulled himself from the prison. He forced his eyes open and hissed, shielding his eyes from the blinding light. He scrambled to free himself of the darkness. He blinked past the light and looked around. His eyes zeroed in on the source of the smell and he let out the growl that had been rumbling in his chest. He lunged at it, his teeth sinking into soft flesh and tearing. He could faintly hear a high pitched noise and it bothered his ears but he ignored it. He allowed himself to drink the blood, more than he should have been able to consume, until there was none left and the body beneath him was still. He smelled the air, searching around the too bright area for something else to sedate the gnawing hunger inside him. He wanted more. He wanted all of it.

He let out a feral snarl when he felt fingers grip his hair and tug his head back. He tried to fight until he felt a wrist pressed to his lips and sweet blood slip onto his tongue. His snarl quickly turned into a moan as his fingers locked onto the arm and held it to his mouth, his tongue lapping at the blood as it rolled down his throat. He drank and drank until the arm was ripped away with a strength that startled him. He practically whimpered at the loss and tried to reach out for the arm again as his eyes finally started to adjust to the light. They focused on the shape of a man standing before him, smiling down at him. His eyes were a bright red and his lips curled away to reveal fangs. For some reason, it should have been scary, but it wasn't. It was comforting.

"What is your name, child," the man asked softly. He had a nice voice. It was thick and rich and young, but it sounded like he knew more than people gave him credit for.

His voice was raw and it cracked when he spoke.

"Nico."

Percy practically purred as he watched his fledgling tear the woman to shreds. It was a sight that should not have been arousing, but it was. Perhaps it was the knowledge that the little monster in front of him was his. His creation, his to own and to mold.

Even his name was sweet, Percy found. His hair was soft, despite being filthy and caked with dried blood.

Percy lifted the boy into his arms and held him close as he curled against Percy's chest. The frenzy of a newborn Vampire could only be sedated by the blood of the sire, but he would be intoxicated with it until he slept it off. When Nico woke next, his reaction would be different, but for now at least he was cooperating well enough for Percy to get him home.

Percy placed Nico back on his feet by the door as he ran the bath. He beckoned Nico over with a finger while the bath filled. Nico walked towards him, the adorable trust in his eyes that Percy was planning on taking full advantage of. Percy started to strip the tattered remains of Nico's clothes from his body before ordering him into the bath. Nico obeyed and Percy took another moment to strip himself of his soiled clothes before climbing into the bath as well. He reached forwards and shut off the water, pulling Nico's head down and dunking it under the water for just a moment to get it wet. He washed his hair and the rest of his body. Nico let Percy do as he pleased quite calmly, his frenzy having died down into the thickness of a high. Percy let Nico curl against his chest as he washed himself off as well. Percy's fingers tangled in Nico's hair and he hummed, pulling the drain on the tub and climbing out. Nico automatically clambered out after him, splashing water onto the bathroom floor. Percy raised an eyebrow and rolled his eyes, tossing a towel at the boy's head.

"Dry off," he ordered as he towel dried his own hair.

Percy disposed of their clothes as Nico curled on the bed in a pair of Percy's pajamas which were far too big for him. For a moment, Percy had to laugh. It was like a scene from a romance movie. Well, that was until Nico smiled and his fangs showed. He was going to have to teach him have to control that. Percy sat down on the bed and urged Nico to lay down, his head in Percy's lap. He stroked Nico's hair until the boy was asleep. He sighed. He wasn't sure how the next day would go, but he was fairly sure he had made the right decision. If he was going to sire anyone, this boy seemed like a perfect fit.

Nico woke the next day in a daze. His head was fuzzy and he felt like he hadn't eaten in weeks. His stomach felt hallow, as if it was attempting to eat itself. He groaned and sat up, trying to open his eyes and instantly hissing as the light hit his pupils. He threw a hand up over his eyes and breathed deeply for a moment as he let the past night slip back to him.

His heart attempted to strangle him as he slowly uncovered his eyes and risked a squinted glance around the room. He was somewhere he didn't recognize at all. All he remembered was the seniors from his highschool forcing him to come out for a smoke with them and some guy showing up and… He remembered the pain.

Nico's hands moved all over his body, patting and touching places he could have sworn should be missing. His breathing sped up as he scrambled to get out of bed. He looked down at his clothes and frowned. These were not his clothes. His stomach growled loudly and he grabbed it, swallowing back the hunger. He hadn't been this hungry before in his entire life and he was always hungry.

"Ah, you're awake."

Nico's eyes whipped around to the man who was standing in the doorway to the bathroom, head cocked to the side and arms crossed. Nico practically screamed and tripped over himself in his attempted to plaster himself to the nearest wall. It was him. The man he so clearly remembered ripping him to shreds. Had he been drugged? Was that some hallucination? It was the only explanation.

Nico hated that he still managed to find the man attractive, regardless of how scared he was of him. He was tall and toned. His arms just as thick as Nico had remembered from the last night in a daze of embarrassed arousal. Dark, hair that looked like he never brushed it and yet it was still perfectly styled. His eyes were a startling green colour. Nico hadn't noticed before in the dark but it sucked him in now. He was wearing a loose purple t-shirt which shouldn't have looked good on his but it did. The black jeans hugged his thighs and Nico could have slapped himself. His mouth hung open and he had to force himself to speak.

"W-who're you?" he whimpered, his hand clutched to his chest. He faltered a little, expecting to feel a pounding heart but instead he felt… nothing. No slamming heartbeat to match the pounding of blood in his ears. "What did you do to me?"

The man walked towards him slowly, ignoring the way Nico shrank away. He squeezed his eyes shut as the man's fingers slid through his hair. His eyes flashed open. His body remembered the touch.

"Perhaps it's better… to simply show you."

Nico was confused at the man's words until he smelt it. His stomach roared and he practically moaned, moving towards the scent. His fingers latched around the man's wrist and he pulled it close, tongue sliding across the cut on his wrist. He could smell it so strongly. The thick copper of blood. It was amazing. He drank hungrily, his stomach's growling subsiding a little.

The man moved closer to him, his fingers tangling in Nico's hair before sliding across his forehead, pulling his back against his chest. His arms were around Nico, hand to his forehead and wrist to his lips as he purred in his ear. Nico moaned and let his fangs slide over the man's wrist.

It wasn't until Nico was sated that he finally registered what he'd just done. His knees weakened and he was suddenly thankful for the arms around him as they caught him.

"What did you do to me," Nico breathed, barely a whisper. The man hummed and licked a line up the side of Nico's neck. Nico's eyes futtered shut and he unconsciously tilted his head to the side to allow the man more access to his neck.

"You're like me, now, Nico. A vampire like me. And you're mine. I made you. I saved your life."

Nico practically sobbed. He hadn't asked for this.

"You're the one who killed me," he said, voice gaining some of the lost strength and threatening tears even as he bit his lip to hold back a moan from the way the man sucked at his neck.

"Would you rather be dead?" the man asked, licking at Nico's ear lobe. "You are alive because of me. You will live forever because of me. You can do anything because of me… How old are you, Nico?"

Nico trembled a little, leaning back against the man's chest even as his mind screamed at him to run. His body seemed to have other ideas. It was like he craved this man for reasons other than because he was hot. "16," he whispered. "H-how old are you?" He wasn't sure why he asked, but he figured it was best to make conversation since this situation could go many ways and he wasn't sure he liked any of them.

The man laughed. It was a nice sound, all things considered. "1, 734. Unless you're asking how old I look. The answer to that question is 19."

Nico felt dizy. This was ridiculous. He would have believed he was still dreaming if it wasn't for the very real feeling of the man's lips against his skin. "What's your name?" Nico asked softly, hating the vulnerability in his voice.

The man kissed Nico's jaw. "Perseus. But call me Percy. You're mine now, Nico. I will give you anything you want as long as you do as you're told. Do you understand?"

Nico swallowed thickly and chewed his lip. He hissed a little as he realized how sharp his teeth were. He tried not to think about that. How bad could this possibly be, he wondered. A psychopathic man had kidnapped him, turned him into a vampire and now wanted to treat him like a belonging. But… what were Nico's other options? If he really was a vampire and was doomed to that life forever, what else was he supposed to do? He had no idea how this worked. He couldn't even make his claws or fangs go away.

Even if he did learn to control this thing inside him, where would he live? He couldn't very well go home. He rarely went home anyways and when he did it was like walking into a warzone. A neglectful father who was never home, a stepmother who could care less about him and acted like an angel when his father was around. An older sister who had taken off with a bunch of her friends and left him when he was still in middle school. He wasn't even sure if she was still alive. He wasn't even out of highschool and he was standing in front of a life changing decision. How was that fair?

"You'll… take care of me?" he asked skeptically, glancing up at Percy as felt the echo of a gnawing in is stomach despite the deliciously satisfied feeling.

Percy just hummed and nodded, lifting Nico's chin and turning his head enough to brush his lips over Nico's in a chaste kiss. "You will want for nothing."

Nico had stopped breathing at the kiss-not that he needed to breathe any more, he noted grumpily-before letting out a breathy laugh.

"Do you always talk like you're from a cheesy Dracula movie, or is it just on special occasions?"

Percy blinked in surprise and laughed loudly, pulling Nico against his chest in what could only be described as a cuddled hug.

"Just on special occasions. I haven't been a sire in a few hundred years so I'm a bit rusty. You wanna watch a movie?"

Nico blinked and chuckled softly. Maybe he could get used to this. At least Percy didn't seem like a… bad roommate. "Yeah sure, but if your movie collection consists of vampire movies I'm disowning you."

Percy snorted and shoved Nico towards the door to the main room. "Sit your smartass down on the couch, brat. We're watching Finding Nemo. Don't make me regret keeping you."

Nico managed a smirked and obeyed. The next couple hundred years looked… promising.