Ch. 4
A/N: Yeah, chapter four. I'm sorry I haven't updated in a while, I've had a lot of state testing to do. That, and my town had a black out. A few people have reviewed asking if I'm still alive. All I can say is, I wish I wasn't. 'Cause then I could be a vampire! I'm pretty sure this isn't that good, but those that reviewed, THANK YOU! I really loved it! :~)
moa~
Waking up the day after for King was slow going. His head was hurting, his eyes felt dry and his pillow was wet. What woke him up though, was the clanging of pots in the general direction of the kitchen in the small apartment housing headquarters.
With a tired sigh, King sat up and swung his legs over the side of the bed, rubbing his neck to get the kinks out. Standing up, he stretched until he heard his back pop and went to take a shower in the bathroom down the hall. He opened the door, shuffled inside and clicked on the light. In the mirror staring back at him was a reflection of utter sadness.
Blood shot eyes, puffy red bags, and a pale face. He almost looked sick. Checking his forehead for a temperature, he was relived to know he at least didn't have a fever. What had happened the night before hadn't escaped him, he merely hadn't thought it'd affect him so.
Sighing again, he undressed and got into the shower, turning it to a temperature that was a few degrees lower than warm. He sat there and washed his hair and body before stopping the water flow and stepping out. He grabbed a towel from a side closet and used it to dry himself before wrapping it around his lower torso.
He walked back to his room a bit more awake and went inside. He threw his towel in the general direction of his clothes hamper (enforced by Abby) and walked over to his dresser. He pulled out a gray muscle shirt and some boxers as well as blue jeans shorts cut off at his knees and swiftly put them on, the crisp air contradicting with his semi-warm skin. Walking over to his unmade bed, he lay down on it, his feet hanging off. He sighed (something he seemed to be doing a lot), and closed his eyes, trying to find comfort in the simple pleasure of complete laziness.
He rolled over onto his side and stayed there. Suddenly, the sun seemed to come out of its cover behind the rest of the buildings surrounding theirs and streamed in through the window. The curtains were pulled back so the light was directly hitting his skin.
Feeling like a cat sun bathing, King smiled softly before again sitting up and leaning against the window's glass. The tempting smell of breakfast, pancakes apparently, drifted under his door and filled his room. King could almost say he was in paradise. But, he was going to have to leave it. He had to be on his guard, not lounging around. The frigging Father of all Vampires had just found him yesterday and he'd left a trail to his apartment. Which reminded him…
'Crap,' King thought, scrunching his eyebrows together, 'I am in so much trouble for the blood bank thing. Well, at least I gave them a false I.D. and address.'
Yep, there's always a bright side to being paranoid.
"Hey King, breakfast is ready," Abby said, standing in the now open doorway. She held a spatula in one hand and a book in the other. She was smiling softly at him when she turned around to go back to the kitchen and help little Zoë eat her pancakes.
King, eyes now open, stood up and walked to the kitchen. Sitting at the table was Zoë with a plate full of two pancakes and syrup. Chuckling, King went to sit next to her where another plate sat. Assuming it was his, King put a little butter and maple syrup on his before cutting a small piece off and shoveling it into his mouth. When he swallowed, he again laughed and put his hand on her head, effectively messing up he once straight hair.
"Kid, you gonna have any pancake with that syrup?" he commented, before putting another piece in his mouth.
"Meanie face," Zoë declared, sticking her tongue out while trying to put her hair the way it was before the disarray, "It's my pancakes!"
"Yeah, well, I eat kids like you for breakfast," he got out before leaping out of his chair, picking her up and swinging her around in the air. She giggled and he pretended to chew on her stomach, effectively tickling her.
"All right you two, that's enough. King, put Zoë down," Abby called from the stove, only looking once in their direction before turning back to the task at hand.
Looking at each other and seemingly thinking the exact same thoughts, King put Zoë down before they both broke out into smiles and said at the exact same time:
"Yes Mom!"
Rolling her eyes, Abby continued cooking. Sitting down, King and Zoë continued eating. But identical smirks were on their faces. Oh, King had trained her well.
Eventually, Abby came over to sit and eat with them. The trio almost looked like the typical family enjoying the start to a new day. But, it did not last for long.
After a while, Abby left to go work at a fast food restaurant, taking Zoë with her to the day care center, leaving King all alone in the apartment, Drake momentarily forgotten.
The sun was gone, so no basking, there was nothing on TV, and King didn't really feel like going outside at the moment. So, King did what all Americans are known and criticized for: he went back to bed. He was going to need a new job tomorrow, which he had reluctantly told Abby, and he was trying to save every ounce of power he had for that.
Well, not really, but it sounded like a pretty good excuse.
So laying in the still messy bed without the covers on, King slowly began to doze off, not really asleep, but not really awake. He was aware of some things, but not others. Like, he couldn't see (eyes were closed), smell, or hear, but he could touch and smell. For instance, he felt his now warmed up comforter and he could smell his dirty laundry in the corner, right next to the smell of a manly musk sort of like spray like Axe.
Wait…
What?
Bolting up, now completely awake, King managed to let out a startled yelp before being pressed hard against the mattress by a very muscled arm across his throat. Raising his hands to try and get the damned thing to back the fuck off, King had a random moment of Déjà vu, remembering when Drake had him pinned at the blood bank, as he was doing now.
Shit.
It just wasn't his week.
Scratch that, his whole life had been crap.
Raising his head, King was met with the same yellow eyes he had the night before. Although, they weren't as hungry as then, they were still holding that "I'm going to enjoy killing you" look every vampire seemed to have.
Well, used to have. They were all basically dead at that moment.
Except for the one who really needed to die.
So, King was still gasping for air, face going a little blue, when the pressure let up. Not enough to let him go, but at least he could breathe again.
At this point, King noticed that Drake was looking at him in a different manner. No longer jesting, but inquisitive. Questioning. Then, he seemed to snap back and remember what he was doing. He held King down a moment longer, then slowly got off of him completely.
And got a face full of fist for his trouble.
"You bastard. First the beat the living shit out of me. Then, you go and trash my work. Next, you kidnap me. Now, you've bust into my home and tried to beat me up again. You, my friend," at this, King popped his neck, "are the gutsiest vampire I've ever met."
"It is, how you say, what I do," Drake chuckled, stepping back from the visible amount of light coming from the window. While it didn't hurt him to be there, it sure as hell made him look creepier in the shadows.
"And this is what I do," King reached under his pillow to pull out his gun and only got sheets instead. Crap, he'd forgotten he'd lost it in the fight. And he voiced these thoughts to his enemy.
"Yes, well, however unfortunate that may be, I do believe I have some unfinished business with you," Drake strode forward, coming out of the shadows like some bat out of hell. He continued his stride forward until he came to be at King's side, just looking down at him. He then placed his hand on King's shoulder and squeezed. It would have been an almost comforting gesture, had he not then flipped King off the bed and onto the floor.
Landing with a loud thud, King had the air knocked out of him, giving Drake enough time to sit on him and efficiently pin both of his arms down. King couldn't lift his legs either because Drake had knees on the outside of King's thighs and his feet where between King's knees.
Again, crap.
"Seems like you're trapped hunter. What are you to do now?" Drake essentially purred this into King's ear, tone triumphant. With a last futile struggle, King rested on the floor and tried to go over his options.
Struggling didn't work and probably never would. So that was immediately chucked out the window.
Abby wouldn't be back until her shift was over at six that night and it was currently, King glanced at the clock, ten fourteen. So back up wasn't coming either.
So, going back over everything he was ever taught by his parents, friends, Blade, even the damn vampires, King searched for a way out. The only thing that came to mind was something that was very risky: a distraction.
But what could possibly distract the fucking King of all Vampires?
So, King went back over his mental files, and a few movies and found the only way he was ever going to be able to see another day.
Raising his head so he was looking straight into Drake's yellow depths, King leaned forward and kissed Drake on the lips.
tbc
A/N: Yeah, I'm that evil.
But seriously, I need some feed back. Being asked if I'm still alive doesn't count. Was it good, are you dreading the next chapter, what?
Also, who wants a Phantom of the Opera slash fic? I really want to do one.