Bill stood there on top of a decently built grocery store as he looked for a decent person. He didn't want a girl, they were too bitter. He wanted someone rather good looking, for he would have to flirt his was through this process. He let his eyes wander around the ground below him and couldn't see anyone...delectable.

Tom had just gotten out of bed an hour ago. He was still tired, despite the fact that he had slept all day. His house was barren of food, so he'd taken a walk to the grocery store for his dinner.

Bill let his feet dangle from the roof of the store as we watched a mother play with her kids as the twilight pressed the horizon. He loved his time of day. It gave everything a soft orange-y glow. The mother had kissed the crying kid's knee when it fell and it made Bill want to coo. That is, until he noticed the small trickle of blood running down the kids leg. He gripped the side of the building and scolded himself, not a little kid...not a little kid.

Tom was scanning his surroundings only to see a mother and her kid. It was getting a little dark, and he started to get the feeling of being watched. He looked around, and saw no one looking in my direction. So, he started walking faster to get to the store.

Bill saw the messily dressed dread head and licked his lips. He had found his lovely little meal. He cocked his head to the side in silence and smiled. The boy was very, very good looking. It's a shame that this was his night to die.

Tom quickened his pace as the feeling became stronger. He looked around again un-easily and shoved his hands in his pockets.

Bill jumped down from his cozy spot on the roof and walked from behind the store to not show suspicion. He "accidentally" bumped into the boy and apologized dearly. Unknown to the boy, Bill had taken his wallet from the baggy pant's the boy was wearing. Bill let the boy walk into the store and waited for nearly 5 minutes so he could "return" the wallet.

Tom walked to the counter with his food, and dug in his pockets for his wallet. When he couldn't find it, he sighed and started to put the food back. He was hungry, but apparently, he'd left his wallet at home.

Bill walked into the store and pinpointed the boy. In the sweetest voice he could muster, he asked, "I found this wallet outside, is it yours?"

Tom turned around at the voice to see the boy that bumped into him earlier. In his hand, was his wallet. "Yea, that's mine. I must have dropped it. Thanks."

Bill smiled," Oh, it's quite alright. I'm new around here though, can you show me around?"

Tom eyed him over and decided he looked harmless enough. "Sure, why not? Just let me pay for this." Tom walked to the counter with Bill behind him and paid for his food. "So, where are you from?"

Bill inwardly smirked. The boy was his; hook, line, and sinker. "Oh, I'm from America." He looked at the boy for a second and marveled at his beauty. It wasn't a natural beauty...the boy was wearing "urban" style clothing and his hair was long and dreaded. Something about him struck beauty in Bill's eyes though. He couldn't shake the feeling. "I'm Bill, and you are?"

Tom thought for a minute as he took in the boy's appearance. He was amazingly hot, and his body looked feminine. "I'm Tom."

"Tom," Bill smirked flirtatiously as he repeated his name so he wouldn't forget it. "Would you like to accompany me to dinner? I'm rather lonely here by myself and you seem rather nice." Bill gave him a wide innocent stare to seal the deal.

Tom couldn't say no. He smiled at Bill and licked his lipring. "I'd like to," he said, staring in his eyes.

He's mine, Bill thought happily. "Then lets go. You know of any places around here?"

Tom thought for a minute. "Small town you know...not many good places. The only place I can think of has pizza." Pizza…oh that's nice Tom, he thought sarcastically.

Bill smiled, "Pizza sounds great." But I bet you taste better... Bill thought sinisterly. He took Tom's hand in his and noticed how roughly calloused his fingertips were. He must play some sort of instrument.

Tom was processing the fact that he was holding his hand. Damn, I picked up a guy in a grocery store, he thought. He smiled at Bill and walked out of the store. "How long have you lived here then?"

"Three days." Bill smiled. Actually, he had been here since 1943 but he didn't need to know that. "Where is this place?"

Tom smiled back at him. "Well, I can only tell you to be careful when you're out by yourself; not exactly safe. But it's right down the road. We'll be there soon."

"Oh alright, I don't like the dark very much anyway...too many scary movies for me." Bill chuckled at the inside joke in his head and looked at Tom with that innocent stare.

"Good. I don't think I'd want to see you on a missing persons list. I don't think we'd want all that beauty to go to waste," Tom said. He blushed as he stared in Bill's eyes. It was like they were sucking him into a place unknown.

"Ha-ha, what is the worst that could happen to me? A vampire eats me?" Bill stuck out his tongue playfully and showed off his fangs slightly.

"Let's hope that doesn't happen and keep you away from all vampires then," Tom said, glancing at Bill's mouth.

Bill bit on his lip teasingly, "But I like to be bit." He wanted to see Tom's reaction to an openly flirty comment like that.

Tom laughed lightly. "Well, I'll see about that later I think."

"Oh you think I'll just let you wine me, dine me, and then bite me?" Bill giggled lightly and as he recited his actual plan aloud.

"That's the plan," Tom said, winking.

"Oh, I bet..." Bill smirked and smacked Tom's ass playfully.

He was having fun with his meal this time. The others had been quick kills, but he is fun to be around. Bill thought about keeping him as a pet.

Tom jumped a little at the touch. "I'm not going to lie to you...I wouldn't mind that being the plan."

Bill thought this was perfect, "Then should we just skip phase 1 of the plan and go straight forward to step two?"

Tom flushed and looked at Bill again. "If you're serious…sure."

Bill flashed his teeth again, but only for a spilt second. "Oh, I'm dead serious."

Tom thought about that for a minute, and smirked. "Okay. I'm all for that."

Bill smiled, his plan was working perfectly. "Your place?"

"If it's closer to here than yours. Where do you live exactly?"

"I don't actually have an apartment yet," Because he didn't need it, "Because I've not found my perfect place yet."

Tom looked Bill up and down and inwardly groaned. He needed a place to stay? "Okay, my house it is."

Bill smirked; perfection. "Lead the way, master."

Tom turned around and started walking in the other direction. "Master? Hmm…I think I like that."

Bill could have hit himself. He didn't want to re-live those stupid fucking 'master' memories. That is why he is in Germany in he first place, away from the warmth of his coven.

Bill smiled, "Oh but don't. You have to earn the title."

"We'll see about that later," Tom whispered, putting his hand in Bill's back pocket.

Bill wasn't used to this contact with someone that wasn't already changed and it scared him slightly, but he played it off. "Uh huh."

Tom laughed and walked a little closer to Bill. "So, are you more of a top or bottom person?"

Bill smirked, "I can be whatever."

Tom laughed again. "I'm hoping your pretty flexible then Bill."

"Oh like you wouldn't believe." Bill had a cat like grin plastered on his face. Should he kill him right away, or fuck him then kill him? He was leaning towards the latter.

Tom felt his stomach grow warm and he giggled. "I think I might believe."

BIll went out on a ledge and whispered in Tom's ear, "You really have no idea." He nibbled on his eas slightly.

Tom smiled and squeezed his hand that was in Bill's back pocket. "And you have no idea how hard I'm trying not to push you down right here." That was true enough.

Bill had flashbacks of his old flame as Tom's blush rose up onto his cheeks. All of those nights, sweatings, writhing, bleeding, loving...he couldn't get enough of Vincent. He loved him so much, until he tied to change him. He died horribly for Bill had taken too much. That was the day that Bill had vowed to only look at humans as food, not anything else.But with this Tom boy, it was like being with his darling Vincent all over again. He couldn't shake the feeling.

Tom leaned into Bill's kiss and replaced his cheek with his lips. The faint sound of disgusted people could be heard as they stopped and continued kissing on the spot. He missed being like that with anyone. His last boyfriend just cheated on him and dumped him...for a girl! What a feeling he'd had after that one.

BIll ran his fingers across the skin on Tom's cheek. His kiss felt so familiar. He felt like it was 1987 again, kissing his beloved Vincent under the cherry blossum tree in the fall. Everything in his soul felt right, but he kew that this wouldn't last. It never did. Love is a falsehood of reality, it can never last.

Tom's arm wrapped around Bill and pulled him closer to him. His hand slipped under the back of Bill's black sweater and caressed the soft skin. He had to get Bill to his house before he was stupid, and started something in the middle of town. It would be a good idea to stop kissing him, but he didn't want to.

Bill felt his grip on his conscience slip and he pulled Tom closer. He promised his self that he wouldn't do this, he promised Vincent that he wouldn't do this.But could this be Vincent reborn? Is it possible that this really is a godsend? Bill felt Tom's lips leave him and he whimpered.

Bill's wimpering almost made Tom kiss him again, but Tom stopped himself. "Not here. Wait until we get to my house, then we can do this all we want." He felt his heart sink, but had to do it. How was he doing this? He'd only met Bill, and resulted in almost fucking him in the streets. The only thing he could think of was pure, animalistic, lust.

Everyone knew that a vampire can not lust without love. So does that mean that Bill loved Tom? He knew he loved Vincent, but was Tom the same? He wanted to just follow the same plan as he had in his head before, but his heart wouldn't let him. It would kill him inside to see Tom laying in the middle of a dark alley, bloodless; lifeless.

Tom started walking again, pulling Bill along with him. He was dying to get home now, feeling his stomach grow warmer by the minute. His mind wondered to his feelings, and he tensed his muscles. It wasn't possible that Tom already had feelings for Bill...was it? It could be love at first sight, he thought. Little did he know, it would happen to be love at first bite.