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A short challenge fic.
Fandom: Moonlight
Character: Josef
The longer you live the more things stay the same.
People yearn for, lust after and fall in love with others - sometimes they get them, sometimes they don't.
Men and women, men and men, women and women. Surprising how simple it all gets after four hundred years. Let's face it, if immortality was all slinking around Anne Rice style in the darkness, making Bambi eyes at each other and ignoring any homoerotic subtext, staking yourself would be the preferable option. You have to develop a sense of humour or pop a couple of prozac with the evening's O neg when you're a vampire.
So watching Mick is kind of funny.
Don't get me wrong - I like Beth. She's cute and sassy and well …edible if I'm honest. Mick's the same. OK cute is pushing it - he's seen one too many episodes of CSI Miami what with the PI thing and the sunglasses, but take it from me his blood isn't the only thing going for him.
Being proactive however isn't one of his more useful traits. Watching the two of them circle around each other like teenagers isn't particularly endearing either.
So that's why my apartment is locked up nice and tight and short of hardcore artillery there's no getting out of it until morning. The bed is big the wine is ready, and if either of them are speaking to me when I let them out I might even let them cook me breakfast.