Till my next chapter here is something new I'm working on with my friend Matty. Tell me what ya think.
People mostly think that monsters aren't real. that vampires, werewolves and witchs were all just stories told to make little kids beheave and for older children to laugh as they scared their siblings. But what would you say if you knew the truth? what would you do if these nightmarish hell demons were real? The city of New York just so happened to be one of the homes to the most ruthless and heartless vampire since the great Lestat was first born in fiction. This vampire hid within the dark underground of men possing as the human boss of a mafia gang. He may only look 19 years old but he had been alive for far longer than any. He had been around since before colonies were placed in the "New world." His men feared and envied him but never once questioned night was his kingdom and he its oldest king. He currently sat with a small pale boy in his lap petting his pale white hair as if he were a cat. The sun was just about to set giving the two a chance to "play" in his kingdom of shadows.
Near sat in the blond vampires lap as if it were a throne. For all intents and purposes, it might as well be, for this was the second highest seat of power. Right next to the king, and while he was no cat, he would gladly sit and play one for the other. A light purr, rumbled deep in his chest, eyes half-mast as he tilted his head back to regard the elder vampire with a curious look; a half smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "Will we be going out tonight as well?" He asked quietly, reaching up with one hand to curl a lock of silvery, wavy hair.
"Yes," the blond said in a deep smooth silen voice. His voice always seemed to curl and carress the younger vampire while with others it locked around them like iron chains. Mello's voice held power over any who heard it and depending on his thought of you was weather that voice would damn you or save you. "I'm sick of the shit they offer us to drink here. It tastes more like rust than licking the damn floor. Last thing I had that was quenching was you my pet and that was years ago." He bent down running his tongue over Near's only scars. Two puncture wounds on his neck. "Like a fine wine to a man lost in the desert."
The silver haired vampire allowed a slight smirk to grace his features. Well, it was hard not to let such compliments get to your head when you were so enthralled by the being speaking them. "Who knows, maybe you'll find something better one day and forget all about me." He teased the other. That would never happen. Mello loved him and vice versa. Always.
He let a bark of laughter leave his lips making a few of his men jump in fear. They never once heard or understood what the two spoke of since they either spoke to low for human ears to pick up or in a language that the american morons couldn't understand. "At this point anything would be good to my tongue. Hell I'd drink from the dead if it meant I could have a decant meal." They both knew to never drink from a corpse. It brought you ever closer to death its self than anything. "Let's go. I'm tired of sitting here like a corpse in a tomb." He smacked Near's ass playfully to get him up calling for a car to be brought around for them.
With a playful growl, Near slid from Mello's lap and stood, stretching gracefully. "Suppose you're right." Near was thirsty, and he wasn't going to be too picky tonight. Anything -or anyone- would do this time. Maybe later he could afford to be a little more picky.
Mello grabbed his coat, not because he would be cold since he never got cold any more, but simply because his men honestly thought he was human. It was safer to play human than walk the streets and be shot throught the skull by a hunter. He wrapped one arm around Near's waist and lead him out to the car that awaited them. He gave the name of a local strip joint that had a blood bar in the back. It was like shopping at the store really. Food pranced out on stage for you to pick from and then you signaled to the bar tender which piece of ass you wanted to taste. "You must remember my pet to leave them alive. It may be difficult but I'll be there to tell you when to stop."
"I know the rules," Near spoke in a somewhat exasperated tone. How often had he heard these words spoken to him? He hardly needed to be reminded of it again. Expression blank, he let the blond lead him.
They reached the club around 10pm and when Mello stepped out of the car it was clear that they would be fed properly tonight. Human eyes looked at him with lusty hunger as he and Near were let into the club without ever showing ID. It wasn't hard to guess why every part of him that was covered was covered with leather. The top was this tight vest deal that you instantly wanted to rip off. you could see his milk-white shoulders and arms and elbows and forearms and the wire-strong muscles under the skin, his long fingers, his black-painted nails. The vest stopped way before his hips, showing you a stomach and sides that you badly wanted to put your hands on, and his skin-tight pants didn't pick up the slack until as low as they could be without showing pubic hair. As it was, they showed off his junk quite clearly. his pants (so tight!)... they laced up in front, right over his crotch... there couldn't be underwear... the swing of his hips... the sharp curves of his muscles... his angel's haircut, contrasting so crudely with the leather... his pelvic bones and his clavicle, pushing out far enough that you could see them from where you were... his taut, white stomach and abdominals. It wasn't hard for anyone to imagine him naked, sweating, panting, grunting, gasping, clenching his teeth in passion. Many choices moved about them as they stood there servaying the crowd. "What shall be your pick my sweetness?" he purred into the younger vampire's ear wrapping his arms around his small frame from behind.
"I want young blood," He knew that the younger the person, the sweeter their blood was. So, the youngest person in this club would do. He searched around, and spotted a boy that looked to be about his age. Dark hair, fair skin. "Him." Near pointed to the boy, speaking in a tone that would leave no room for arguments.
Matt brushed his fingers over his throat gently. Damn, he needed this badly, but his shift was just starting and it usually took a while to find a vampire willing to take him. He didn't do much, just sat back and let the women work the poles, while he and a few of the other males sat back and waited. He swallowed thickly. He hadn't had anyone feed from him in three days, and it was driving him insane. He had been given a few days off, and though he hadn't wanted to take them, his boss gave him no choice.
The blond followed Near's finger and licked his fangs. He nodded and moved to the bar whispering and nodding in the dirrection of the human who would be their meal. The man nodded and opened the door to the private rooms before going and getting their pick. Mello led the way to his favorite room and lounged back on the couch lazily like a large cat. He always looked like a preditor in all that he did. "He seemed a littel twitchy if you ask me," he said rolling onto his stomach looking bored.
Near shrugged, casually. "Doesn't matter to me. He can twitch all he wants, so long as I can drink." He sat back, oozing impatience. He wanted his meal.
Matt was lead into the room a few moments later. He scowled a bit when he was shoved in and the door quickly closed behind him. Bastard could be a bit nicer.. shit its not like he was going to run. Frowning, he turned to the vampires, and raised an eyebrow. Two? He usually only got one at a time. "..."
Mello let a smirk curl his lips as he took in the young boy that would be their meal. A small dark chuckle left his throat as he gazed up and down. "Finally something you can swallow," he purred as he moved his hand towards Near. "What are you waiting for? Feed him like a good boy and I might give you a treat."
The redhead blinked, not liking the fact that he was all but refered to as a dog. Slightly irritated, the redhead rolled his eyes and moved forward, coming to kneel at Nears feet, both hands resting lightly on the albino's thighs as he leaned forward, exposing the side of his neck to him.
Near really didn't like the way the human had looked at Mello. He growled warningly, before fisting a handful of the redheads hair, pulling him up a little more in order to sink his fangs into him. He reveled in the gasp of surprise and slight pain, that slowly dipped into a satisfied sigh from the human.
Mello moved and kept his huanting odd colored eyes on the human. He leaned over drapping himself over Near's body as if Near were his master instead of the other way around. It was a game he played that gave humans an instent to think the smaller was stronger. It kept prey confused and also gave Near a chance to play master. He was cute when he pretended to be on top. "Do I get to eat as well?" he whispered licking Near's neck once more.
Pulling back a little, Near licked his lips, slowly. "Maybe... if you convince me that you really want a taste." He replied smoothly, without missing a beat. They had perfected their game, and it was as easy as breathing.
Matt shuddered when Near pulled back. His eyes were half lidded as he watched them. That little taste had hardly been enough to satisfy his needs for a fix. So, the smaller one was in control? Kind of hilarious, to be honest..
The blond looked like he was pouting and just like a spoiled child he nuzzled Near's neck as if asking for attention. "What is it you desire? You haven't fed me in so long." The word 'so' was drawn out and sounded needy. He moved his hips in a very sensual way that meant more than just blood was needed. He fluttered his eyelashes before turning his gaze to the human to truly look at him. A small bit of shock showed on his face before it was covered quickly. Why did he feel like he knew this human?
The albino flashed a small smirk in Mello's direction, though it faltered the tiniest bit upon noticing the blonds slight slack in composure. Though it was gone as quickly as it had come. Hm. "Have a bite then." He said softly, almost kindly and soothing as he took one of the redheads wrists and bit into it, feeding from there.
The redhead sighed in pleasure, unable to help himself. Not like they were gonna complain. They just need his blood.
Mello opened his mouth and clenched his fangs onto the boy's jugular. Blood blossomed in his mouth and in that instate his normally lusty expressive eyes widened and a single thought raced through his mind. 'It's you!' He knew this blood, he knew this body, he knew this boy. He was older and the blood was tainted with so much bites but he could taste it. He knew this human but couldn't remember where they had met or even his name.