WHAT LAST FOREVER

BETA: Dark Catalyst

Chapter 3- In LA

Jenny was a little bit in an eccentric state. Harry tried to avoid her as much as possible. There was half an hour left before the club was opening.

The club was divided into four different parts. First of all there was a big, very big, hall with expensive red carpets, like a high classed hotel. To the left you could walk past two gigantic glass doors to find yourself in a big room with small tables and dark brown, polished leather armchairs plus a fireplace. It also had a small bar in there. Only VIP members were welcome in there.

To the right you passed another door of glass to get into a place for only business, affair business. It happened quite often that rock stars, or any kind of musicians, went in there to discuss their future...bla bla bla.

If you went straight down the hall, you came out to a big balcony that went around like a square. Big stairs led down to a gigantic room with the worlds largest dance floor. So people could either dance while looking down at other dancing people or just simple stand and watch. The first alternative was the most used when Harry was the DJ.

Anyway, down there was a big bar on the end side and a big stage to the left for live performances. At the stage, there was a room made out of glass where Harry worked. People could see a real DJ in action. And Harry didn't mind people watching him.

"Carol, have you seen Spike?"

Spike was Harry's new best friend. It didn't matter much that he was vampire and drank blood.

"No I haven't. Will he be here?" she asked Harry. She didn't seem to mind Spike coming. Perhaps she had a thing for him or something.

"He is supposed to..." He muttered.

When he had decided to walk away from his past by going to LA he also knew he needed new friends, when he arrived to LA he would also need someplace to live. First of all he went to a wizarding bank to exchange some money to muggle money.

Well, all right. He could live in the wizarding world too, but living muggle would be less expensive because one gallon was a hell of a lot of muggle money. He read an ad about a muggle apartment that was free to rent and he decided to check it out. He met Spike in a dark alley, just in front of the apartment. At first he thought Spike was a dealer, but nope, he wasn't.

Spike was just out for a pint of blood. But something stopped Spike from attacking him.

"Hey, how unbelievable as this might seem I can't attack you because you're my soul mate," Spike had said just when he was about to bite his neck...

"Soul mate?" he had spluttered.

"Not as in bonding, but mate, buddy...friend... you know?"

"But you're a vampire!" Harry had said quite calmly due to the dangerous circumstances. But then again, when wasn't he in danger?

"Yeah. But I got a soul."

"Right!"

"It's true. C'mon, what's your name?" Spike had asked him.

"Er, James."

"Alright Jamez, ready for a pint of blood?"

Harry had stared at him in disbelief and disgust.

"Right, maybe some other time," Spike said and scratched his head.

Harry would have walked away of course but Spike wouldn't let him. Somehow they both ended up in a pub and got drunk. That was the beginning of their friendship. Harry had to hold Spike back all the time from causing mayhem when he had a wish for blood, but somehow they both ended up crazy and wild. Harry used to donate some blood to Spike so he didn't have to kill. Spike was quite put out due to the lack of killing, but he got used to it.

Spike showed Harry his apartment and they both ended up sharing it. Spike could walk in daylight if he protected his eyes during sunshine so no one suspected the pair of them to have any dirty business going on. It was all thanks to Harry's blood that he could do that, by the way. The two of them discovered the great amount of power and magic in his blood. It gave Harry some self-confidence to know that he was powerful. Harry was also getting some vampire powers. Why?

Simple.

Harry and Spike were wild, as mentioned before. That caused them to be in big trouble from time to time. Like the time when they "accidentally" came on the wrong foot with three street gangs at the same time. Those were the worst kind of gang, with a desire to kill. And it wasn't easy for a person, wizard or not, to outsmart three gangs at the same time. They had to fight. Vampire or not, the powers were great but not enough.

Spike could take the blows of course, he wasn't alive. But Harry couldn't because he was very much alive. So what does a vampire to when his mate is dying? He bites him of course!

That's what Spike did to Harry. But he didn't bite deep, only half of his fangs. That made Harry a half vampire with vampire powers. Harry was now the fucking- boy- who –almost- lives. That's how it started.

"Jamez!" Spikes sharp voice came from behind and Harry jumped.

"I've told you not to do that!" he scowled at Spike.

Spike grinned.

"Oh really? I think I've forgotten. No wait, I don't care! Yeah that would be it!"

"Spike," he said warningly.

"I've told you to be alert Jamez, use the vampire skills you have. Even if it's a small amount, of course," Spike whispered in his ear.

"Grrr!" Harry said.

"Oh hello Spike! I didn't see you come in. When did you arrive here? And how did you get in? The doors are locked," said Jenny.

"I climbed through the window," said Spike dryly but he was honest.

Harry glared at him.

"I let him in Jenny. I need his help tonight," he said turned to his boss. He'd rather not have her asking about the window.

"Alright. Have fun," she said and walked away.

Harry turned on Spike.

"Climb the window? Are you out your mind? How could you say that?" he hissed.

"It's not like she believed me anyway," Spike defended himself.

"Shut up and go and get the three CDs in the lobby," Harry ordered when he saw that this conversation wouldn't get them anywhere. Spike never listened!

"Lobby?"

"Hall!" Harry shouted. Spike sneered and left.

Damn him, Harry thought. When Spike came back he sent him for drinks.

"What do you want?"

"Cursed Vampire," he answered.

Vampires had their own sort of drinks; they didn't know the muggle name on it. It was like in the wizarding world. They had their own drinks too. The difference for the vampires would be that they used blood instead of tomato juice. Harry rather avoided it unless it was Spike's blood in it. It was the bond kicking in again he presumed. Since he was only a half vampire he didn't need blood very often and he could still eat and enjoy normal food. Actually, so could Spike but as a full vampire he preferred blood. As a matter of fact he'd rather have Type O negative if he could have his pick.

"Get ready everyone. We're about to open the doors!" Jenny shouted to everyone.

"You'll be with me tonight Spike, no killing and no blood drinking, got that?" Harry hissed to him. Spike rolled his eyes.

"Yes dear," he said sarcastically.

"I mean it!" Harry said and narrowed his eyes to slits.

"I swear! I won't get out of your sight. Well, maybe I'll lick your blood underneath a table or something, then you wouldn't see me" he said thoughtful.

"Whatever. Just don't get me dizzy tonight. I'd rather not faint like I did one week ago."

He remembered the embarrassing moment when the ambulance was called. Geez, what havoc. Spike had to take over. He was good DJ, Harry had taught him himself, but he himself was the best. You can imagine what a word stream Spike had to meet later that night when Harry had been released from the hospital after all kinds of check ups. The stupid fucks had even had the guts to suggest he was fragile of all things!

Harry looked up when the people came in. They had been waiting outside for a very long time just to have the chance to get in. And tonight, only important and good looking won an entrance.

Harry played the music low, he usually turned it up in small amounts, levels. It had the best affect on people. They got into the mood easily instead of getting a heavy headache from the beginning because of the high volume. That was the party trick Harry used. Most DJ didn't know about it. Harry looked up when he felt an urge to do so. His eyes widened and immediately he dived out of sight. You could usually only see his upper part through the glass when he stood up.

Spike looked down at him.

"What are you doing?" he asked when Harry hide.