Lorne was walking back to his Demon/Human club he'd opened the year before with a case of pickled eggs that they'd run out of when he felt a wave of fear and pain wash over him it had come from the alley he was passing so he stepped inside to see if he could help. At first he didn't see anything then he saw what was sending out such terrified feelings, a small teen boy with wide scared brown eyes, dark brown hair, and creamy bronze skin, the boys clothes were a off white T-shirt and blue jeans were ripped and splatter in blood and his neck had to small wholes that were bleeding, the kid had been attacked by a vampire.
"Hey there sweetie," Lorne said softly so not to scare the boy.
The brown-eyed boy watched Lorne but didn't respond. Lorne stepped closer to the boy and sat down his crate.
"I might look scary hon, but I'm not going to hurt you okay" Lorne said sending positive vibes to the boy. Boy was shaking badly but nodded yes to the silk wearing demon. "Good I have a club around the corner from here and I'm going to take you there to fix up your neck okay"
The boy cocked his head to the side then nodded.
Lorne picked the quaking boy up and started back to his club leaving the pickled eggs in the alley.
BackatClub
Lorne entered the club threw the back door as to not excite his bloodthirsty clientele. Lorne took the boy who look about 12 or 13 to his apartment in the back of the club and sat him at the kitchen table while he got the first aid kit from his bathroom.
"Okay hon let's get this cleaned up huh?" Lorne said as he wiped the blood away from the boy's wound.
The boy sat still as lorne cleaned and bandaged his wound wince every now and then.
"If you'd like I can take you home or call you a cab?" Lorne asked not sure what to do with the boy now that his wound was taken care of. Instead of answering the teen started to cry and sob.
"Oh my I said wrong didn't I?" Lorne said hugging the boy trying to get him to stop crying.
"Shh it's okay hush shh it's okay" Lorne said and the boy shook his head and pulled up his shirt to and turned for Lorne to see the small tattoo on the small of his back, it was of a dagger in a square with P Harris at the top and V Coraia at the bottom, Lorne new what it meant it was the tattoo used by the inner Demon/Human slave trade the P at the top meant it had been the boy parents that had sold him and the V at the bottom meant it was a vampire who bought him and the words after each were the names of said Parents and Vampire. Lorne guessed the boy was a feeder a human the vampire kept to feed off when traveling on long trips and when foods thin.
"Oh" Was all Lorne could think to say and now he knew why the boy was so quit too, feeders were traded not to speak and sometime their voice boxes were even removed.
"I won't back you go back" Lorne promised and the boy at once hugged the pink silk wearing host tightly. Lorne blushed and patted the boy on the head.
"Well I guess your going to be staying here" Lorne said not sure what he was going to do yet. "The club is spelled so no Vampires or other demons can get Violent in here, so you'll be safe from this Coraia"
The boy nodded.
"Is your last name Harris too?" Lorne asked wanting to have something to call the boy. A wave of shame and selfhate hit him in the gut, from the boy as he nodded.
"But you don't like that it is do you?" Lorne asked to make sure he'd gotten it right.
He shook his head no.
"Okay well let's get you cleaned up and find somewhere for you to sleep." Lorne said and lead the boy back to the bathroom where he handed him a towel, some soap and shampoo from the cabinet and left the room to give the boy some privacy and find him some clothes.
Inthebathroom
Alexander L. Harris climbed into a hot shower for the first time in 7 months with a sigh. He knew he'd been left for dead and he was sure when Coraia found out he'd lived he'd be finished off but he was glad it had been Lorne who'd found him he seemed nice and he'd been helping him so far. Alexander made a silent promise to help Lorne as best he could.
Lorne'sbedroom
Lorne dug threw his closet till he found a pair of shorts that had been one of his bedmates that looked small enough to fit the teen and a silk pj top of his own the boy could sleep in and carried them to the bathroom and knocked on the door.
"Hon I'm leaving some clothes for you just outside the door" he called in.
Livingroom
Lorne was sitting on the couch watching Pitch Black and putting sandwich fixings on the coffee table so the boy could have something to eat after his shower.
