Disclaimer: I don't own "Jurassic Park" or any of its characters, wishful thinking aside.

Authors Note #1: This is set in a fusion sort of universe where both the "Jurassic Park" and "Daybreakers" canon is melded together. This is set in a timeline after the events of Jurassic Park 3 where a Vampiric virus has spread around the globe (created, released, and now controlled by InGen). Billy and the others are part of the Resistance, the remnants of the human race still living free across the globe.

Warnings: vampires, blood, temporary 'dark-Alan', mild sexuality, possible dub-con elements, blood drinking, vampirism, drugging, au.

Deicide

Chapter Two

They ate in silence.

Or at least he did.

Alan watched him speculatively over the rim of his cup. Not realizing he was filling the air between them with a low, contented purr that threatened to shiver down his spine. Something that was felt as well as heard as he gripped his fork and knife tightly. It was the type of sound he'd only heard about up until now. Something he'd read as being a sign of open pleasure and relaxation. Rare and animal. Like a vampire's version of a weekend lie-in. Snuggled up in the covers with that one person that made them feel like-

Oh.

He swallowed the last bite slowly, savoring it as much as possible before he reluctantly set his knife and fork aside. Wiping his mouth with an expensive looking cloth napkin before he looked up. Trying and failing to look unsurprised when Alan made no move to press the button that would tighten his restraints again.

He wouldn't.

Not unless he had to.

That part was purely Alan.

"So, you have me. Now what?" he posed calmly, leaning back in his seat as he tried his best to fit into a very difficult niche. Where he came across as composed, but not cocky. As someone who didn't any particular sort of plan, but wasn't about to give away his cards either. This was the part he wasn't sure about. Because Alan knew him. Probably better than anyone. He didn't need words to know what he was thinking or what he was about to do. Just like that moment in the bird cage on the island. Alan had known before he'd even snapped the buckle on the para-sail that he was going to jump. "What'd you plan on doing with me? Something tells me the first class dinner service is only temporary. Don't get me wrong, I'm impressed. I don't think I've even seen a cow in over three years. It's just, call me crazy, but I don't buy the act."

The smile that stretched this time was so close to being genuine it hurt to watch.

Still, the expression – and his use of sarcasm - was ultimately ruined when Alan merely finished off his coffee. Flashing the hint of fang as his lips pulled away from bloody porcelain. Not bothering to suppress the contented sigh that followed before he set his cup aside.

"You know what I want," Alan replied simply, but with the air of someone who had no doubt they'd get their way - one way or another. "I don't want to force you, Billy. But you don't have many options at this point."

He shook his head.

"I have no intention of taking the bite," he remarked coldly. Hoping the boldness would serve a dual purpose. Making him appear gratingly over-confident while still appealing to the memory of better times. Mostly when that same over confidence got him into trouble.

At this point it was all about stalling for time, anyway.

"So, I'm left with the option of convincing you," Alan remarked thoughtfully, clearing his throat with a frown that was gone almost as soon as it had appeared. Getting to his feet again as he loosened his tie fractionally around the pale of his throat. "I have to admit that the position you've put me in is difficult. With the blood shortage I'm getting immense pressure to hand you over to the refinery for processing after I've gotten the necessary information from you. Where the human camps are, the size of the Resistance, how close you are to a cure, that sort of thing. Once that happens it will be out of my hands. However, my influence here is sizable. I can turn you and face very little in the way of consequences. Like I said, I've been preparing for this for a long time. I've ensured that there is a sizable amount of blood in my private reserves, enough to sustain us while the substitute is completed. Billy, ever since we were separated getting you back has been my only thought. To make sure you were safe and by my side again."

There was a moment near the end of his monologue where Alan blinked. Like he was surprised to realize that somewhere in the middle of speaking he'd gotten to his feet. Moving almost restlessly around the room. Circling like an overly large bird of prey before he forced himself to still in front of him.

"If we'd been able to make a cure, would you have taken it? For me?" he asked softly. Choosing his words carefully as Alan's attention sharpened.

Oh yes, think that. Think that we have nothing. Think that you're safe. Superior. Think that. Take the god damned bait, you bastard. Do it. Give me just enough to room to drown you in your own-

"Billy," Alan started, before breaking off suddenly. Blinking with lids slung low as he inhaled audibly. Looking for a long moment like he was about to try and touch him before he pulled away with the sort of effort that was obvious if you were looking for it. Pressing the button on the side of his desk as he visibly rallied. Smoothing the drape of his sleeves like his fingers needed to be occupied. "It isn't that simple. You know that."

"There's nothing complicated about it," he negated. Forcing Alan's attention again as the vampire's nails elongated slowly at his sides. It was working. "Don't you remember? InGen turned you against your will. You know I don't want this, Alan. Do you really want to do the same thing to me? What if there was a cure? If I had it right now, would you take it? We could be together. The Alan I knew would have. It wouldn't even be a question. Even if he was convinced I was wrong, he would trust me."

He broke off when the office door swished open and the same red-head from before clicked her way into the room with another cup of coffee. Her expression was closed off with a cool, professional veneer. But it was obvious to anyone with eyes that she'd been caught off guard. This wasn't his usual routine.

"What type of blood is this?" Alan asked as she set the fresh cup in front of him. Barely waiting that long before he reached for the handle. Bringing the cup to his nose as he inhaled lushly.

"Your usual sir. From your private collection," the woman replied, frowning now. "Is there a problem?"

"Is it from the fresh stock? The latest shipment?" Alan asked, seeming to realize he was letting a too much show as he slowly put the cup back down onto the saucer. Flashing her a commiserating smile she seemed to relax into immediately – openly relieved. "If that's the case, it appears I might have a new favorite donor."

"I'm not sure, sir. This particular bag came in last week with the usual shipment," the red head told him. Reaching down to collect the empty cup as her eyes slid curiously over to him and his loose bonds, before snapping back to Alan again.

"Please look into it for me, Melissa." Alan responded, as if by way of dismissal. Saying nothing else as he picked up his spoon and stirred the blood evenly into his coffee. Swirling it into a thick muddy brown that threatened to turn his stomach as the iron-taint of pure human blood reached him from across the desk.

"Of course, Doctor Grant."

He kept his face more or less blank as the woman exited. Letting nothing show save for frustration and worry as Alan went so far as to clean the spoon - treating him to the muted click of fang against metal - before he finally set it aside. Watching him take a cautious sip as the vampire's eyes flashed tawny-gold. Once again finding something familiar in the deep, contented sigh that followed as Alan set the cup back down reluctantly. Keeping one hand loose around the handle like it was something precious. Something that needed to be protected. Savored.

It was working.

Jesus Christ.

It was working!

"As I was saying, it isn't that simple," Alan continued. "You know what it's like out there. The blood shortages are only going to get worse. The tag line of: "there will always be more" is wearing thin. There are some companies already threatening to pull their stock from InGen's main facilities. A total collapse of the blood market is almost a certainty at this point, even if the blood substitute is finished on time. If you turn, you'll be safe. I can keep you safe. Fed. I promise. But as you are now, that's all but impossible and you know it. Half the building knows you're here from your scent alone. They're loyal to me. I give them incentives to stay that way and even then I've been informed by security that there has been at least one attempt to gain access to this floor since I brought you here. What do you think will happen even if you managed to get free? The entire city is on the verge of starvation. You wouldn't make it half a mile. It isn't safe to be human, especially now."

His lips were a hard line across his face. Pressed thin around the curves of his teeth. So tight that he could feel the line between enamel and plastic. The came clean break his mother nearly had a canary over when he'd broken his front tooth falling off his bike back in sixth grade.

"Would it help if I told you that some of my reasons come down to pure selfishness on my part?" Alan offered, smiling a bit wider than he had before as the admission made him look up from the arms of chair.

"I can admit now that I always worried about getting older on you," the man continued. "Especially after what happened on Isla Sorna. I know we weren't at our best for a long time after that. And the truth was, I felt it. I didn't bounce back as quickly as I did the first time. I was getting older, I suppose."

"I told you I didn't care about that," he gritted, more angry than he'd been in a long time as the monster wearing Alan's face made everything ten times worse. "We talked about this. You know I don't care. All I've ever wanted is you. You, Alan. No one else."

"I know and I believed you. I still believe you. But you're young, and even if you'd stayed we would have faced a goodbye sooner or later. Not to mention my twilight years would still have you in your prime. It wasn't a fair thing for me to ask of you, but now all that has changed. No aging. No guilt. No goodbyes. We have all the time in the world now."

"What the hell are you talking about?! That's life, Alan. Life. We get old and we die. That's the point. Everything dies. Everything has it's time. If it doesn't, then what's the point?"

"Be realistic, Billy," Alan murmured, lips flirting with the rim of his cup as he took another long sip. "What could I have given you? Ten, twelve, maybe fifteen good years before the problems started creeping in? And what about financially? You knew it wouldn't have been much. I'd been bailing out the last few digs with my own savings before the virus hit. Now things are different. Thanks to the virus. Thanks to InGen. Being turned was a gift, I understand that now."

It was like watching someone else speak.

Like someone else was moving Alan's lips and tongue.

And it took every fiber in him not to lash out.

Believing for a single, insane moment that if he could just touch him he could-

"Bullshit," he snapped instead. Keeping his tone on a razor-wire tether as Alan's eyes flashed red. "On Isla Sorna you told me I was just as bad as the people that'd built the park. So what does that make you? Come on Alan, I know you. This is everything you stood against. Whatever the virus wants you to do, fight it. InGen wants to destroy the human race. You know about the underground warehouses? We're just livestock to them. Blood farms. Breeding stock. Even when the blood substitute is perfected, you know it will only be a matter of time. Enough to boost the numbers in captivity and we'll be right back here. You might be right, maybe by then I'll be like you and not feel it. But are you going to let this happen to the others? Forget about me, what about Ellie, Lex and Tim? What about Malcolm and his family? Eric and the Kirbys? Are you going to let InGen hunt them down and hook them up to a ventilator too? Huh? Are you going to let them strip them down to nothing more than the blood they can offer?"

The shift wasn't immediate, but once it was there - back-lit in the dark of Alan's eyes - it didn't fade. Instead, it grew.

"They're- they're alive?" Alan breathed, rising almost unsteadily. Expression a far cry from the composed mask that'd shielded it earlier. "Ellie and the kids? They're still alive?"

"What do you care?" he returned disdainfully, tone like a slap. "You can't save all of them. InGen won't let you and you know it. They might let you get away with turning me - but the others? Not a chance in hell. They're just food. Meals on wheels as far as InGen is concerned."

Alan's eyes narrowed. Hissing audibly despite his lips keeping to a firm slash across his face. Hands like claws around the curl of his desk like he was seconds from splintering it.

"So, now what? Are you going to let them die? You know Charlie still calls you the dinosaur man? He talks about you all the time. Hell, even Malcolm misses you. They're on borrowed time and when InGen finds them they're going to go right to one of those factories, am I right? What do they call it? Bagged, tagged and drained?"

"No, they're mine!" Alan hissed, territorial and almost feral as his chair shot out from under him. Rocking back on his heels and seeming to sink back into himself in the aftermath. Running a hand through his hair - just like he used to - as the cold facade continued to shatter, piece by piece, without the man even being aware of it.

He told himself he didn't feel guilty.

That considering the circumstances he didn't have to.

But it was a lie.

Mostly.

A/N: There will be one more chapter, stay tuned. Thank you for reading, please let me know what you think.