Disclaimer: I don't own "Jurassic Park" or any of its characters, wishful thinking aside.

Authors Note #1: This is set in a fusion sort of universe where both the "Jurassic Park" and "Daybreakers" canon is melded together. This is set in a timeline after the events of Jurassic Park 3 where a Vampiric virus has spread around the globe (created, released, and now controlled by InGen). Billy and the others are part of the Resistance, the remnants of the human race still living free across the globe.

Warnings: vampires, blood, temporary 'dark-Alan', mild sexuality, possible dub-con elements, blood drinking, vampirism, drugging, au.

Deicide

Chapter One

He woke up to cold fingers combing through his shaggy curls. Easing back the sweaty strands as fading callouses - familiar and intimate all in their own right - skated almost pleasantly through the crusts of half-dried blood that framed his aching temples.

He startled, flinching away before he realized where he was. Catching the flash of fangs and red-strung eyes looming above him before the ropes wrapped around his wrists jerked him back into the leather chair he was tied to.

Alan.

The cold, streamlined metal of an expensive looking office gleamed in the low light as the man stared back at him openly. Drinking him in. He couldn't blame him. He was doing the same damn thing. It was the first time they'd seen each other in over five years. Something that brought back memories of Alan screaming for him to run, to just go- body curving electric from the other side of the glass as Ian and Nick wrestled him away. Screaming without sound as one of the InGen soldiers dug a tazer into the underside of Alan's belly. Slumping him into the concrete as a woman he didn't recognize peeled away from the shadows and bared fang in the sickly florescent light. Hissing, seemingly at him directly, as she lifted Alan by the collar and sunk her teeth deep into his neck.

It'd been five years and now everything about him - from the cut of his expensive suit to the vacant-dark smile - felt so wrong he wanted to retch.

"Hello, Billy," the monster wearing Alan's face greeted. Hands posed calm and confident in his lap where he knew they should have been restless. Wearing the suit like it was an extension of his skin rather than something the man would have complained about and stripped off in pieces the moment he was out of the lecture hall or funding gala. It would have been a suit that was at least six years out of date and mis-matched with a pair of pants in desperate need of a hem. Nothing like this. Because this suit was new, expensive, tailored and sleek. It was midnight black with silver tie highlights and platinum cuff-links that probably cost more than three months worth of funding for a dig.

In a word?

It was nothing like Alan.

Other than the features that'd been frozen in time, familiar lines and angles he could still remember against his skin, there was nothing recognizable about him at all. It was like the virus had hollowed him out and InGen had stuffed him full with someone else. Some thing else. Lex called it 'Pod-People Syndrome' and frankly he didn't think she was wrong.

He still remembered the sound Ellie had made when they'd finally managed to snap a clear shot of him leaving the InGen offices in Washington two months before. Intimately aware of the way she'd almost crumpled in on herself. One hand loose over her mouth as Sarah and Mark rushed to comfort her.

It wasn't him.

It was, but it wasn't.

He wasn't sure what was worse, honestly.

He swallowed hard, the ropes around his wrists vibrating tight, digging into his skin like a spreading rash as Alan unfolded himself from his seat and circled the room. Not once taking his eyes off him. He used the moment to reign himself in, watching Alan watch him as five years worth of work came down to this one, singularly important moment.

Ellie and Ian had been right. The moment he'd tossed up a metaphorical white flag Alan had seized on it - on him - like a beacon. It was enough to help him justify the risk with those higher up in the Resistance. If that part of Alan was still there, the one that still cared about him in a twisted sort of way, maybe it would be enough. Maybe he'd be able to get through to him. Maybe it would be enough to trick him into-

He forced his breathing to calm as he cataloged his surroundings. If he was here now that meant everything was going according to plan. Both the Resistance's plan and his. Because the truth was, he was a hypocrite. He fought for humanity, for their survival, but all along all he ever wanted was this. A chance. Ever since they'd taken him the only thing that'd driven him was an almost pathological need to find a cure and bring Alan back.

"It's been a long time," the man continued, circling back to stand in front of him. Smoothing the cut of his suit with a fastidiousness that wasn't his own. "I'll admit, longer than I'd like. I only wish I'd found you sooner. You're malnourished, I can smell it. How long has it been since you've eaten anything, Billy?"

He said nothing, letting the silence do the talking. Playing the part Alan expected of him after years on the run. Helping form the resistance with humans and vampires alike as the man sighed and pressed a button on his desk.

"You could have come to me you know," Alan told him. Settling himself in the chair opposite as a pale red-head in a long silver dress breezed smoothly through the door. Carrying a covered tray that she set on the table in front of him before leaving again. "Before all of this. Everything you've gone through? Everything you've suffered? It was unnecessary. I could have prevented it. You should have trusted me."

"Trust? How?" he spat. Unsure of which part of him was talking this time as he fisted the ropes fiercely - muscles jumping under his skin. "You're one of them. You've changed Alan, they changed you! The virus and InGen. They're controlling you! Other vampires are starting to rise up! They're standing with us. Why not you? What're they doing to you? Do you even know? Think about it. How long has it been since you went on a dig? Since you even looked at a bone? They have you stuffed in fucking office - wearing a monkey suit. They made you into this. Alan this isn't you. Siding with InGen? I know it isn't you. It can't be."

The monster's smile was chillingly condescending.

"It's true. I have changed. We all have. Even you, Billy," Alan told him, gliding smoothly to his feet again like some part of him wouldn't be kept still. Reminding him of the restlessness that eventually got to him when he was stuck at home drafting grant proposals in the off season. "But the truth is, InGen simply made me face some hard truths. The world has changed again, just like after the park. Humanity isn't on top anymore. The virus was another way of teaching us that lesson at the sake of our own pride. But it also gave us a gift along with the growing pains. A way to evolve like the world has never seen. We should be grateful for that."

He gritted his teeth. Reminding himself he had only one shot at this. He either saved Alan here and now, or he lost him forever. The margin was as cut-throat as any mission he'd been on, but just like always Alan had managed to catch him of guard. Luckily for him, being angry at Alan, InGen and the universe wasn't a hard part to play in the scheme of things.

It wasn't all personal. The Resistance wouldn't have approved the mission otherwise. If they could get to Alan then they could gain access to InGen's systems. The blood shortage had made them weak and on the cusp the same way humanity was. The major shareholders were distracted, disorganized and on the verge of isolating themselves and their human blood-stock from the global market as the risk of widespread starvation became a very real possibility. It was now or never, essentially.

But the reasons why saving Alan was a risk the Resistance was willing to take didn't stop there. There was one key difference they were still trying to understand. Unlike the majority of vampires, Alan hadn't chosen the bite. He'd been turned by force - against his will. Just like the handful of vampire senators that were working in secret for the Resistance. The virus burned you out, but sometimes it didn't take everything. Sometimes it left just enough ground to rebuild again.

"Of course InGen is aware that your so-called 'Resistance' is working on a cure," Alan remarked casually, watching him so closely he seemed to get momentarily distracted when he visibly swallowed. Watching Alan follow the tense line of his neck from jaw to collar, before shaking himself slightly and moving away again. "Wasted time, but predictable. I assume you're right in the thick of it and this is some sort of play for resources? After all this facility is the central hub for the entire eastern seaboard. What did you think would happen, Billy? Did you really think I would let you have the run of the place? I love you, but I'm not that blind."

Something deep in his chest curdled. Sour and acidic in the back of his throat like violent chemistry as his fists tightened around the bite of the rope. Drawing the man's eerie golden-red eyes back to him. Spine stiff against the plush leather chair as his tongue strangled the words he knew better than to say.

Alan had never said it. Not once.

He'd known. Of course he'd known.

But he'd never said it. And now-

Alan had never been good at that sort of thing and he'd gone into things knowing that. It'd been there, obvious and good as anything. They'd just never gotten around to saying the words. He'd always been waiting for the right time, not wanting to push him into anything he wasn't ready for. Well aware that Alan's particular brand of baggage was generally tractor-trailer heavy on top of part of the problem being him by himself. Alan had never been particularly socially aware, or even self-aware. Especially when it came to relationships. And now this thing- this thing that was wearing Alan's face was letting the words go like they were easy. Turning them into something flippant, cheap and ill-timed, rather than the thing he'd had nightmares about for the past five years.

Vampires and dinosaurs weren't the only things that ate you alive these days.

Regrets were right up there with them.

Hell, regrets were worse.

"InGen thinks you're a decoy. I think it doesn't matter. I have you now. Everything is going to be alright, it's going to go back to the way it was between us. I promise you'll understand, you'll understand everything," Alan told him, fangs glinting sharp and feral as the man's lips lifted in a dangerous smile he didn't recognize. Unable to suppress the flinch this time when the vampire sank down on his haunches in front of him and reached forward.

"Five years and still so lovely," Alan murmured, thumbing down the hunger-thin curve of his cheek before investigating the rasp of stubble against his fingers. Eyes crinkling, just like they used to, before the expression smoothed again. "But then, you've always been, haven't you Billy? Do you know how long it took me to find you? What I had to do to get you here safely?"

The sound of an intercom echoed tinny from the other room. Catching Alan's attention in a way he didn't like as the vampire's superior hearing gave him an edge he didn't have. It was as good a warning as any to speed things up. They were running out of time. It was only a matter of hours before InGen would-

"I missed you," he whispered, feeling it from his gut as the words came out almost plaintive. Not one syllable of it a lie as Alan inched fractionally closer. So close he swore he could feel the chill radiating through the layers of their clothes. Wondering how much of it was an instinctive draw to the hush of blood and a living heartbeat than it was Alan. "Every day."

Because he had.

They'd been on the run together when InGen had caught up with them. Picking up the others along the way until they were stuffed in the basement of a friend of a friend of Ellie's husband. Clustering around a map of the continental United States, trying to figure out their next move. They hadn't known it then, but it'd been all about Alan from the start. He'd been who they wanted. Someone known in the scientific community they could put up as a role-model as state after state fell into vampirical control. Someone they could put on the campaign circuit to boost the numbers of volunteer turnings as the human population started upping their protests against the bills moving through congress.

The last thing Alan wanted was this.

To be turned against his will and used to methodically cull what was left of the human race.

Altered into a state of vacant, spreading cold and predatory malice.

Now it was up to him to make things right.

To bring him back.

To bring them all back.

He waited until their lips were so close they could have brushed - chaste and gentle like the first time - before he spoke again. Stilling the moment with expert timing.

"Do you remember my first dig?" he asked, turning his head slightly, enough that it made the sudden baring of his neck look innocent. "My sunscreen got stolen out of my carry-on and I burnt so bad you took pity on me and invited me up for dinner. Kraft dinner, pork and beans and luke-warm beer."

A muscle in Alan's cheek tightened.

"Of course I do," Alan murmured after a pause, pressing another button on the side of his desk as he settled back into his chair. Fingers steepled in front of him. "How could I forget? Nothing has changed, Billy. Nothing that matters anyway. Whatever they've been telling you about how we do things, how we are, I can assure you that you've been mislead."

He held onto the retort that wanted to break free by the skin of his teeth. Distracting himself by watching warily as the same woman who'd brought in the tray came breezing back through the doors and placed a cup of blood-tinted coffee on Alan's desk. Nodding smartly with a swirling skirt and the almost indecent flash of bare legs that was utterly lost on him before exiting again.

Something things would apparently never change.

It was almost enough to pull a smile out of him.

Almost.

When he looked up Alan was staring at him again. Unrepentant and obvious in his interest and yeah- concern. Shades of the old Alan shining through this time around as the man eased himself to his feet and placed the covered tray in front of him, lifting the lid to reveal a- god.

He hadn't even so much as seen a piece of meat in months.

No less a steak and potato dinner with all the fixings.

Christ.

He swallowed through the sudden rush of saliva. Stomach gurgling loud enough he knew Alan had to have heard it. Hating and loving him just a little bit more as the man smirked like the answer to an unasked question.

"There's nothing in it, I assure you," Alan told him, settling back down in his chair as he used the small spoon set in the saucer to stir the blood into his coffee. "I thought we could share a meal together, like we used to. Please, eat."

The debate was over remarkably swiftly. He was too hungry to keep staring all the damn thing. And the fact that it was his favorite cut and sear wasn't lost on him either. Privately wondering, as the ropes around his wrists fell slack, who was the bigger idiot in the room. Him or the thing wearing his lover's face as he dug into a meal that for all he knew, really was laced with a sedative, or worse.

His money was on nothing, so that was what he gambled on.

And for good reason.

Because despite everything, he still trusted him.

He would always trust him.

Most people would call it stupid, wishful thinking, but he knew better. When InGen had turned Alan they'd gone about it wrong. And he wasn't just talking about the lack of consent. The truth was, vampirism - despite the instincts – wasn't a blanket guarantee of obedience to the ruling faction. They were predators, all of them, cold and aloof and ruled by a completely different set of instincts and biology. But there was one thing the virus couldn't completely change and that was the person. Who they were at the core. If he could get the two sides – the vampire and the man - warring against each other he might be able to get through to him.

The one thing the virus couldn't do was destroy its host.

That was the only saving grace when it came to it's genetic make-up.

And that was exactly what he was counting on.

A/N: There will to be two more chapters, please stay tuned. Thank you for reading, please let me know what you think.

Reference:

- deicide: the destruction or killing of a god.