Thursday afternoon, 2:16 PM

It'd been a relatively relaxing day, to be honest. After his conversation with Tommy the night before, Adam had just been lazing around the condo with the blond, not doing a damn thing really. Sometimes they'd cuddle, kiss, or watch movies. No matter what, they were in one another's arms and the other wouldn't have it any other way. But Adam was more than just comfortable and content with Tommy, he was overjoyed. He had the blond all to himself— they were official. Oh, God, they were officially together and there were no secrets. Tommy knew about him, about what he was. He didn't have to try to hide it any longer, because the person he cared for most knew.

It was more than any kind of relief. The weight of the fucking world had been lifted off of his already aching back and he could finally stand up straight. The lies and unanswered questions were brushed off and forgotten. He could just be himself with Tommy and he wouldn't have to worry anymore. Unlike being with Drake, where he had to hide every little extreme touch or night of feeding, with Tommy— he doesn't have to do all of that. If he gives Tommy that right kind of look when he says he'll be right back, Tommy knows. And the beauty of it all? Tommy doesn't care.

He leaned over and pressed his lips to the bassist's temple, relishing in the heat of Tommy's skin, feeling his blood race beneath the thin flesh— he bit down on his tongue to keep himself from falling into temptation. He'd feed more often than normal to keep himself from being sucked into Tommy's sweetness, but no matter how much kill floated in his system, his body desired Tommy. His fingers twirled into the back of Tommy's hair, twisting and curling into the silky threads of blond. Tommy purred, nuzzling closer to Adam with a smile on his face. The TV was playing a rerun of some old seventies movie; more than anything it was just background noise. Adam rested his chin on the top of Tommy's head, closing his eyes slowly with a soft smile on his lips, his fingers twirling the short locks, before massaging Tommy's skull.

Adam smirked as Tommy moaned softly, obviously enjoying the attention and the cool fingers rubbing deep into his head. He leaned his forehead against Adam's collarbone, breathing down Adam's sweater. Adam's closed eyes tightened a little at the heat of Tommy's breath. He pressed his fingers harder into Tommy's skull, biting down on his bottom lip to keep himself in control. He wouldn't. He couldn't, he just… No, he couldn't lose it. Not when Tommy had just learned yesterday. Fuck.

Adam felt Tommy shift and he opened his eyes, staring as the bassist sat up, his gaze dusted with a sleepy haze. Adam smiled and pulled Tommy in by the back of his neck, his lips brushing the blonde's. He could taste the soft sweetness of Tommy's mouth, and moaned in the back of his throat. Tommy smiled wide, shivering as Adam's tongue slid between his teeth. Tommy's hands curled into the fabric of Adam's sweater, and he pulled himself onto Adam's lap. Adam's free hand dropped, first gripping Tommy's hip before his arm snaked around Tommy's lower back and pulled him closer still. Tommy's hands unwound themselves from Adam's clothes and slid up into the feathery, inky locks. And when Tommy pulled on those locks, Adam growled low in pleasure, gripping Tommy tighter and sucking gingerly on the blonde's tongue.

He could feel Tommy's heart racing against his chest, and the hand positioned on Tommy's neck shifted. He brought it down, slipping it under Tommy's shirt and pressing it gently over his beating heart. Tommy shivered, but didn't pull away. Instead, he leaned into Adam's palm, pushing his heart closer. It was the most beautiful thing to hear and feel. His senses were alight with the blonde's kiss and he whimpered, his fingers trembling against the drumming of his baby's heart beat. A part of him wanted to tilt Tommy's head to the right an sink down onto the delicate flesh, and feel the heart thrashing against his tongue and his teeth. To feel it as if he were holding it within his own being.

'Just take a little taste Adam, indulge for just a moment, it's alright, you'll be fine… You can enjoy that delicious heartbeat…' Such sweet temptation. Adam pulled away from Tommy's lips, leaving soft kisses on his baby's cheeks and on his jaw line, tracing down to his throat. He kissed and left small, light marks, but he didn't bite harder. He didn't draw blood. He simply marked his baby. 'C'mon Adam, a little taste isn't going to hurt…' That damned cooing in the back of his head was making it really hard to concentrate on keeping himself from hurting Tommy. And as Tommy leaned his head back, exposing his neck further, Adam couldn't fight the whimpering moan from escaping his lips. He pressed his lips to his favorite spot, kissing and nibbling lightly, before biting down just a little harder. Not enough to draw blood, but enough that Tommy shivered violently against him. Adam's hands snaked over the blonde's body, feeling every inch of his skin beneath his shirt. Tommy moaned softly, pulling hard on Adam's hair.

'Harder, Adam. Just a drop, a sip even…' He squeezed his eyes shut. He'd already done that once, and if he'd let it continue, he wouldn't be here. If he'd drained Tommy at the club, he would be in the sunlight right now, dying for his stupidity. For his heartache. He couldn't risk that again.

'Just a little, Adam…' No.

'A taste!' No.

'Adam—' No!

"Adam…" Tommy moaned, his heart pounding fierce into Adam's palm. Adam pulled his lips away from Tommy's throat, shuddering. He wouldn't. Tommy's eyes opened and he gazed cautiously at Adam, who was breathing hard, his palm tight against Tommy's chest.

"Why'd you stop?" Tommy asked gently, massaging Adam's scalp. The glam star exhaled a heavy, long breath, relishing the feel of Tommy's fingers.

"Because— you're just too tempting…" He said with a smile, kissing the blond softly. Tommy laughed lightly into Adam's lips, stroking his hair with easy touches that made Adam shiver. Tommy seemed to know what the glam star liked. He liked his hair being stroked, he liked cuddling. Both of which Tommy was extremely good at doing.

"Well, I guess I'll have to work on being less tempting, then." Tommy said with a smirk, his eyebrow raising slightly. Adam chuckled, kissing his Glitterbaby again. 'Mine…' He thought to himself. His Glitterbaby, his boy, his Tommy. Adam wasn't normally a possessive person, but when it came down to those which he cared most for, he was an absolute freak. And with every passing moment, Adam could feel the need to protect Tommy and the desire for him growing stronger. The possessive obsessed.

"Just be you, Glitterbaby," he said, kissing Tommy again and again. 'It's you I care for. Nothing more or less.'

He couldn't really bring himself to say what he knew he felt. He couldn't bring himself to say he loved his Glitterbaby. Because he wasn't entirely sure how the blond would react. Yeah, okay, fine, he can get into people's heads and know what they're thinking. But when it came to emotions and feelings, Tommy had a brick wall a thousand miles high and thick, locking Adam out. Adam could tell anyone that, at that moment, Tommy was thinking about how good it felt when Adam bit him, but Adam couldn't tell how the blond felt inside. He only knew when he responded.

'Just like that night he got wasted. He was responding to you without a second thought.' But then again, he had been drunk off his ass. So perhaps that played a key role, but Adam didn't know for certain. He could find out easily, but why bring up a conversation like that when he wasn't supposed to know anything? 'Ooooh, drama, not necessary.' He thought to himself with a soft breath passing between his lips and into Tommy's mouth. The blond pulled away slowly, eyeing Adam.

"What?" Adam asked, confusion on his face.

"Are you okay, Baby Boy?" The blond questioned softly, stroking Adam's cheek with his thumb. Adam smiled slightly.

"Of course, baby." Adam said, kissing Tommy again. On the table, a soft tune began to play and Adam looked over, seeing his phone buzzing with GaGa's Telephone. Tommy turned his head and looked, a smirk on his face.

"Really? GaGa?" Tommy's voice was teasing and Adam rolled his eyes while leaning over and grabbing his buzzing phone. He glanced at the screen, feeling the breath halt in his throat. A name he wasn't quite expecting flashed on the screen, and he turned to Tommy, trying to keep himself as calm as he could as he pulled himself away from Tommy's body.

"One second, baby, I need to take this call." He said, standing up as Tommy repositioned himself on the edge of the couch. Adam crossed to the other side of the living room, pressing the screen of his phone and holding it to his ear. "Hello?" He asked into the receiver of his phone, his eyes blankly staring out the shadowed side of the city. There was something nagging in the back of his mind about this, and he had a bad feeling about the conversation to be had.

"Are you alone?" Her voice was cool, delicate, and cold all the same. By Adam's silence, she must've known his answer, and she waited for him to find a room to himself. Adam motioned a 'be right back' to his baby on the couch, and crossed from the living room into the hallway and into the bedroom, shutting the door behind him. The room was cool, and he sat down on the edge of the bed, facing the eastern wall. If he had a heart, it would be pounding fierce. If he wasn't what he was, he wouldn't be having this call, and he knew this.

"Now I am." He said.

"Good." A tremble vibrated down his spine and he stared hard at the wall. His free hand clenched and unclenched nervously. He hadn't expected her to call. Then again, he hadn't expected a lot of this, so it really shouldn't have been a surprise. She always seemed to know when the cards had shifted with him…

"We need to meet." She said, and Adam momentarily stopped breathing. He technically didn't need air, but he had become so used to breathing in and out that he choked when he forgot to.

"Now?" He asked, his eyes narrowing dangerously.

"Yes, now. We need to talk."

"About what?" He didn't need to ask though.

"About the things that have happened. Just because I don't live anywhere close to you on a regular basis doesn't mean I don't know what's been going on, Adam. Remember, there are people who live in your city that I keep in touch with. You're not the only vampire in Los Angeles." Adam winced. He still didn't like the technical term of what he was. Hell, he hated what he was. But he had to keep on existing, for now he was famous. Fuck.

"I know that—" Adam said, but she cut him off before he could say anything more.

"Apparently you don't, Adam." Adam sighed heavily. She was right. With the exception of Joshua (though that was now a changed case), he didn't keep in touch with any others of his kind, even those who lived within the city. If he saw them, it was briefly, whether at a club or at a restaurant. He submersed himself with friends and fans who still had heartbeats. Why? Because he wanted to feel like he was still one of them.

"Apparently you don't know me. I know I'm not the only one here." He snarled into the receiver.

"Don't you dare use that tone with me, Adam Mitchell Lambert." He felt anger swell in his throat. Who was she to tell him what to do?

"You're not my mother." He hissed.

"I'm more of a mother for you now than the one who gave birth to you." Oh, no she didn't.

"How dare you—"

"Adam, I don't mean that as in I'm better than Leila. I'm saying that for what you are, I am the equivalent. I've been with you since your creation. Or do you not remember that?" Adam blinked slowly, before letting out a long, exhausted sigh. He knew. He remembered, oh he remembered well.

"I do. I'm sorry." He said softly.

"It's alright. But we need to meet. Today. You can't blow me off like you did the other day." He sighed again. He'd meant to have dinner with her, but he'd gotten— sidetracked. 'Yeah, you took Tommy home, got yourself sick, fought with Joshua, and then nearly fucked the bassist's brains out. Way to go Adam. Now, would you like a side of epic with that fail of yours?' He gnawed on his bottom lip gently.

"I know. I'm sorry about that. Where should I meet you."

"The same place we'd discussed before. I still have my reservation there. The man I talked to was kind enough for me to keep a hold on it. It is, after all, a very popular restaurant." He could hear the seductive smirk in her voice, and he couldn't fight the smile.

"When?"

"As soon as you can. I'll be waiting." She said firmly. Adam knew he couldn't back out of this one now, even with his baby waiting for him in the living room. He looked up at the ceiling.

"Alright. I'll see you soon."

"Goodbye, Adam."

"Bye." He replied, hearing her end of the line click and the call was ended. Adam dropped his gaze from the ceiling and shoved his phone into his pocket, standing from the edge of the bed where he'd been sitting. He crossed to the door of the bedroom, and pulled it open. He walked out, back to the living room. Tommy was sprawled on the couch, remote in one hand by his hip, his other hand cradling the back of his head against the arm of the couch. His usual brown eyes were closed; he was dozing. Adam smiled, stepping up to the back of the couch, reaching down and stroking Tommy's cheek with the tips of his fingers. The blonde's eyes opened slowly, and he turned his head, glancing at Adam.

"I have to go out for a while. I'm meeting an old friend for drinks. I'll be back soon, baby." Adam said softly. Tommy nodded once, sleepy. Smiling still, Adam leaned down and kissed Tommy's forehead, wishing he could linger there for a few moments longer. But he couldn't. Stroking Tommy's hair briefly, he whispered a soft 'bye' to his Glitterbaby, before turning away and heading for the door. He heard Tommy shift, and the sound of soft snoring. He was already out again.

Closing the door behind him, Adam inhaled slowly. He couldn't sense anyone on his floor, and there was no one in the elevator. Excellent. He took a step forward, shooting down the hall and around the corners, slower than he would normally travel. Of course he was going slower, he was still in the building. Whatever. He stopped at the elevator, feeling rejuvenated and pumped. He allowed himself a large smile. He hadn't moved like that in a while. It was nice. Pressing the down button, the elevator dinged softly, the doors sliding open fluidly. Stepping on, Adam pressed the garage button in silence, kind of more than hating that he was using the elevators. He wished he could run down the stairs. But there were people there. Ugh.

After what felt to be an eternity, Adam stepped out of the elevator, crossing to his Porsche, sitting in its usual spot. He glanced to his left, out of the garage and to the break of outside. Clouds. Thank God for clouds. He unlocked the car and slipped into the driver's seat, closing the door. He slid the keys into the ignition and turned, smiling as his car purred to life. He loved this car; a birthday present from his parents when he was twenty-four. Just before things changed. Before he changed. Was it really only a few years? Fuck, it felt like longer. He could have sworn that he'd— no. It was a week after his birthday. It'd been almost three years. He was getting on in human years, but as a vampire, he was barely more than a baby. But he'd been raised and taught well; he was more mature than most other vampires his age. Maybe that was why he felt so fucking old.

"Whatever." He said, pulling out of the garage and out into the clouded city. Clouds he had no problem with, direct light he did. He spun the wheel easily, turning onto a different street, heading east. The radio was playing a copy of GaGa's Fame Monster; what? Adam liked this record. It was catchy, nice to listen to, and utterly sexy. Tapping his fingers to Bad Romance, Adam eased down the city streets at a decent forty-five, just barely pushing the limit. He wished he could go faster. Fuck, he wish he could just sprint this distance, but he couldn't test the sun, and he'd rather have some cover from his car than nothing at all.

Los Angeles was a beautiful place, that much he knew from the beginning. But in the daylight, it just wasn't magical. It was dirty and hot, and sometimes he questioned why he lived here. But then the night would roll around. The city would light up with colors and drinks and music and Adam would remember exactly why he loved living here. Los Angeles was his home, it was the perfect place for him. Full of life and people and memories. He couldn't leave it for long periods of time, no matter how much he hated his home in the daylight.

More streets, more buildings passed before reaching into the land of nothingness and Adam could see the restaurant coming into bloom. Normally, The Rabbit Hole was a pretty empty place during the day. Considering it was a rather unheard of site to mortals and Los Angeles was ninety-percent of the time sunny as all fuck, it was natural. But today, with clouds and easy breezes, it was relatively full. Swerving into the lot, Adam parked between two smaller, black cars. Most of the cars were either black, blue or red. Darker colors. He was surprised that this wasn't really a dead giveaway, but mortals tended to be closed-minded on the "impossible". Opening the car door, Adam pulled himself out of his car and shut it, locking it tight before rushing to the door. The sun was starting to peek out briefly from the clouds and he didn't want to be weak again. He hated it. Though if he was going to get weak, this was the perfect place to be.

The thing about The Rabbit Hole was that it was an unheard of restaurant for mortals, but for vampires it was the most popular place for blood. Primarily, it was a bar. A dark, cool, safe haven for wandering vampires and those more centered, city vampires. Bloody Mary's served with actual blood, Type-A Vodka, Type-B Rum, anything anyone desired. Adam pulled the door open, keeping his head low. Even in this separate society, he was still just as famous as he was in the mortal's. Unsurprising yet all the same. He didn't mind it though.

He sat down on a stool beside a woman with curled brown hair and reddened eyes; she'd started without him. On her shoulders clung a form-fitting leather jacket over a white cami. Dark brown trousers and stilettos, she lifted a glass with straight blood— she wasn't much of a drinker beyond what she needed. Sometimes she would splurge, like today. Metal rings and a pair of diamond earrings, she was just as famous if not more so than Adam. It shocked him that no one else was all over her yet. Or maybe she'd used her dominant and kick ass attitude to keep them in line.

"'Bout time you showed up." She said after swallowing.

"Nice to see you too, Lynn." Adam said. He glanced up at the bartender, half wishing that the male had vibrant red hair and brown eyes instead of blond hair and green eyes. 'At least he's attractive. Besides, if Joshua was here, he'd probably try to tear you limb from limb.' Adam sighed, and raised a peace sign to the tender— a number two; shot of vodka mixed with a twelve oz of blood. Tasty.