Not Quite Addicted
A/N My first story posted on here; So be nice =P
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Addicted was a harsh word, usually linked with drugs, alcohol, violence or sports. But people? Sure, you could be addicted to your lover but what about your best friend?
What about the person you knew for more then well… fifty years. Could you be addicted to him? No, in fact, I could not and would not be addicted to Josef Kostan. That relationship would never work.
-------------------------------------------Mick-----------------------------------------------------------
Some things were destined to fail, some to last, other to hang on threads for decades until they finally crumbled. My relationship with Josef was very hard to describe. For example;
A.) We were different, in many ways.
B.) Our values were completely different, some relating to the subject of 'freshies'
C.) We both found it hard to last one minute with each other without making some sort of sarcastic comment or rude remark
Sounds like basic friends right? You would think so but basic friends don't kill for a living. Basic friends don't outlive each other by over 400 years. Also, basic friends were not vampires. Vampires. The creatures who kept to themselves most of their life, well immortal life. Most lacked friendship skills with humans, or even for their own kind. Yeah our relationship was just that way.
Things had not been the same since my "re-turn" to vampirism. Many things.
I can't argue about it seeing as though I begged Josef to turn me. Also, Beth is blaming herself for me being a vampire again. The third change is that I might actually be accepting my way of life. Yeah, weird. And last but not least, Josef is now and will always be my sire.
The fourth option was bad. Bad in so many definitions. As if he did not have power over me before, now he held me in chains. Ready to command me at his will. The oddest part?
He didn't. For that I was semi-loyal to him as his "son". Very, very heavy emphasis on the prefix "semi." Our friendship pretty much remained the same for awhile. But after that period of time I felt the void that was developing between us. He was becoming my drug and I couldn't handle the withdrawal. I didn't want him as a sire. Sire, which bordered so much on the line of lover. I didn't need a lover. In all honesty I really accepted Beth was the only one who could fill that job. I wanted him as a friend, a mentor, and as a protector. I needed to know he was safe and sound and I needed him beside me. I guess some things require immortality to understand.
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Maintaining the Balance between Friendship and Sire.
I was not particularly good at juggling. Especially juggling the roles of best friend and sire towards Mick. These two were mortal enemies considering the dominance required in the second job. After a turning the newborn needs to be taught, and controlled. But Mick was not a newborn, so I figured sireing him would be normal. So what did I do? I hid one, the sire part, to preserve our friendship. I cant say anything else but that I was being very naïve. Neither part liked being silenced so I was back at square one, juggling again. After awhile it gets tiring.
Sooner or later Mick would snap and everything would come crumbling. He needed a sire figure and Coraline was dead. Even if she was alive she never taught Mick everything he needed to know. The sire figure needed to me. I stepped up to bat and hoped to not strike out. However, I didn't reach Mick in time. Someone else did.
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The Break of Ties.
Mick's plan for the day? Confront Josef. And did it fail? Yes. In fact, it failed so horribly that you couldn't even call it a plan. Mick chickened out, so to speak. So he went back to business and accepted a client's case.
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He was tired after work. Who knew finding a teenager who ran away from home would be so hard? He probably should have accounted for the vamp boyfriend in her life who was at least fifty years older than she was. Instead of taking his well deserved beauty sleep, Mick St. John headed home to talk to Josef.
He took the liberty of inviting himself over so he didn't have to suffer through Josef's sarcastic comments. Mick looked down at his clock. 9:45am. Josef would probably be in his freezer. He guessed Josef would be in for a very rude smirked lightly and paid attention to the road on which he was driving. A deer darted in front of him, and with quick reflexes, he slammed on the brake. The force of the car being thrown forward caused the car to swerve. What was a deer doing out in the daylight?
Mick stepped out of the car and the deer bolted away. An animal's first instinct towards a vampire is to run away towards a covered, safe area. Something must have been chasing the deer. He stepped lightly towards the small woods, from which the deer had bolted from not even minutes ago. He looked around the wooded area. A strong scent caught his nose and he gazed upwards.
"Hello Mick," the voice said. He was staked, and thrown in a van. He passed out somewhere between those two times. So much for finding Josef. His only hope was that Josef would find him.