A/N: Sorry it took me so long to write. Had another case of writer's block that needed to be taken care of.

What exactly do you get when you have two very high vampires and a very high Englishman? Two very oversexed creatures of the night...and their equally oversexed blood slave...read on to find out what else happens.

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Chapter 6- Blood, Sex, and Drugs

"Where are we?"

Wade, Heath, and Justin stood in the doorway leading to the basement.

All three of them had wicked grins on their faces as they looked at their victims.

"Oh, look," Justin purred. "They're awake."

"Yeah," Wade replied, the grin never leaving his face. "Have a nice sleep?"

"What the hell is going on?" one of the partygoers shouted.

"Oh, you'll see," Heath said, his fingers drumming against the wall. "You're in for quite a surprise."

"What is that?" one of the girls asked.

"Do shut up," Justin growled, slapping the girl dead in her face.

"Paul!" Heath hissed. "Stop hitting the food."

"Food?" the whole group shouted. "What's he talking about?"

"Oh, for the love of Pete," Wade yelled over the noise. "Shut up."

There was complete silence.

"Can we eat now?" Justin hissed.

"Go on," Wade replied, his smile fading. "Dig in."

"What?" the partygoers shouted. "Eat?"

"Hell yeah," Justin growled. "Who wants some?"

"Like you say," Heath began, "fuck the niceties. In fact, fuck everything sugarcoated. Let's eat. I want to get back to seducing our tall, dark, and handsome over there."

"Well," Wade murmured, "that's a nice way to describe me. But, do me a favor already. Kill them all. Now."

It was only a matter of seconds later that the room began to fill with screams.

From his seat on the basement steps, Wade watched the madness unfurl before him. "Amazing."

"Delicious," Heath snarled, tearing into another of their victims.

"Yeah," Justin agreed. "These are some prime choice meals. I won't be hungry for another three weeks."

"Glad I could help," Wade replied.

"We owe you one, dude," Heath told him.

"Definitely," Justin replied through a bloody mouth.

"Ugh," Wade muttered. "Close your mouth, man. You're getting blood all over the place."

Justin could only respond by sticking an equally bloody tongue at him.

"Why are you doing this?" the remaining victims cried out.

"Because we need to," Justin replied. "Not because we have to."

"You're monsters!" another victim yelled.

"No shit they are," Wade muttered.

"We may be monsters," Heath said, "but at least we're monsters who are getting what's theirs."

"Even if it means to kill others," Justin added.

"But what—?"

"Shut up already," Heath snarled, snapping the last of the group's neck in two. "Ahh, much better."

"You know what would probably make this even better?" Wade asked.

"What? Weed?" Justin joked.

"Hell yeah," Heath said. "That would make anything better."

"So," Wade began, "I was thinking that I managed to get this whole stash of marijuana through Tambo without being checked. So, I figured, why not share it?"

"Shit, pass some here already," Justin said, smirking.

"Clean yourselves off while I dispose of these," Wade ordered. "Then we'll smoke this shit."

"Perfect," Justin said. "Come on, Heath. We're going to have a good time tonight."

"Oh, yeah we are," Heath agreed. "We'll be back."

While they went to change, Wade began hauling bodies into the furnace.

And what a tedious task that was.

"God," he grumbled, "this is such hard work. Good thing I'm used to doing all this. They definitely don't teach you this when you work as a marine biologist."

"You were a marine biologist?" Justin asked, clearly amazed that the tall piece of man before him could ever waste his time in a laboratory.

"Yeah. I guess science is in my blood," Wade confessed.

"That's something. I took up sports nutrition, personal training, and graphic web design," Justin said. "Fun stuff—but not fun when you feed on your clients."

"You're something else," Heath muttered. "Professions like that are dangerous for you."

"Me?" Justin asked. "Why?"

Heath huffed. "Because, Paulie, you're most likely to drain clients."

"Whatever," Justin muttered.

"So what if he did? No one tracked him down," Wade shouted over the bickering vampires. "Or did someone find you?"

Justin rolled his eyes. "No one found out it was me, okay?"

"But what are we going to do now, since we snatched a huge group of teenagers from the club?" Heath asked.

"I dunno—ask Tall, Dark, and Beautiful over here," Justin said.

"Frankly, I dunno either," Wade replied.

"Maybe we should take a bit of a breather," Justin suggested.

"Yeah, let the cops pull their little investigation together and then do it all over again," Heath grumbled.

"Well, then, what the bloody—oops, wrong time to say that—what the hell do you suggest?" Wade inquired.

"Yes, very wrong time to say that," Heath chastised. "I think we should just snatch one or two people—until the craziness wears off."

"That's if it does," Justin and Wade reminded him.

"It will," Heath assured them. "Now divide that weed up and let's get to smoking."

A few minutes later, after the basement had been cleared of any signs of blood and bodies, the trio began smoking the entire brick of marijuana.

"Mmm," Justin murmured. "Shit like this could only be grown in one place—and one place alone."

"Weed farm in Westchester County?" Heath snickered.

"Hell yeah," Wade replied. "I know a girl who grows this out in Mamaroneck. And she sucks my dick real good too."

"Is that Lorine?" Justin asked. "I know Lorine. She gives good head all the time."

"Lorine Kostmozek?" Heath murmured. "She grew up in Pineville with me. I didn't know she moved to New York."

"The one and the same."

"Hm, I wondered what happened to her all these years," Heath said.

"Apparently, she moved there 3 years ago," Wade told him. "And she gets the seeds from some dude she knows in Connecticut."

"Victor Pastorelli," Heath said. "I know him too...he was from Morgantown, but he and Lorine dated on and off for a couple of years."

"Hm," was all Wade and Justin could say.

"But anyway," Heath said. "Enough talk about her. Let's smoke this shit."

And smoke they did—right into the next day.

They were completely high as kites by the time the entire package was done—and also very horny.

"So now what?" Justin asked.