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 Three

"What do you want, Alan?" he asked, softly this time. Watching him drain the rest of his coffee like it was something fortifying. Giving the empty cup a double take - like he hadn't expected to be finished so quickly - before looking over at him again.

"I want you to chose us, Billy," Alan told him. Earnest and almost achingly familiar as he moved forward. Sinking down on his haunches in front of him. "You and me. I want us to be together again."

The man paused, hands hovering just above the flat of his thighs. Looking up at him quickly, as if to make sure he was still allowed, before he edged closer. Bracing his hands firmly this time. It was a half-forgotten snarl of intimacy that was only made stranger by the chill that seemed to radiate through his clothes and into his skin. But for the first time, he welcomed it. Baring his throat boldly as the man choked on a breath he didn't need. Something wordless and desperately feral shared between them as Alan almost swayed into him. Soaking up his warmth as that strange purr rumbled from his chest like an alien heartbeat.

"So do I!" he insisted. Knowing this part was about as lost a cause as they came, but still needing to get it out. To remind Alan that free choice was still an option. That he didn't want to do this. Not like this. Not like-

"If you come back with me you can see all of them. They miss you, Alan. We can be together again, just like before. We can find a cure for all this. We can save everyone. Human and vampire. It's not too late. I don't believe that- what InGen says? Things can go back to the way they were. Before the virus. We'll find a way. Please, just come with me! Tell them you're taking me home to turn me privately. They'll believe that. Then we'll just go. I'll drive through the daylight, we can do it. Please, Alan!"

The worst part was he wouldn't- couldn't trust him even if Alan agreed.

Not like this.

Not when the monster was the one calling the shots.

"I-" Alan started, breathy and quick. Breaking off like it was suddenly too much as he stared up at him. Unknowing ceding him the higher ground. Able to see the conflict building in the back of cold, predator eyes before the intercom chimed smartly

"Sir," his secretary greeted, hesitating a beat before continuing. Voice disembodied but crisp through the speaker built into Alan's desk. "I apologize for the interruption, but there seems to be a mix up regarding a specific donor. There's no account on record. I think the paperwork must have been delayed. It shouldn't be a problem to track the donor down once I have the proper number. At worst, we received a shipment from a donor that wasn't in your private collection, at best- this donor was merely mislabelled. I will inform you when I hear by from the supply headquarters."

He took it as a sign when Alan didn't straighten or move away. Rasping a distracted platitude and firm dismissal before the line clicked off as he openly scented down his neck. Making him shiver against his will. Unable to deny that while part of him was afraid, the rest of him was helplessly aroused.

He stopped breathing when Alan's cheek grazed down his stubble. Unable to curb the desire to turn his head into it. Surprising himself by daring to press a chaste little kiss into the corner of Alan's mouth while he was there. Soaking up the wealth of sounds the man was letting go of - vampiric and human alike - as control became a pipe dream Alan wasn't aware he was losing by the second.

He waited until he couldn't hold back anymore. Until there was barely any space between them before he spoke again. Almost hemmed in as Alan set his hands on the armrests of his chair. Leaning in, closer and closer, until he was barely-

"It's mine," he told him lowly.

"What?"

"The blood? It's mine," he admitted, voice flat despite the bombshell as something flickered in the back of Alan's eyes. Something that could have been surprise if it hadn't been forced to fight through the growing haze he had to be feeling by now. Drugged and almost desperately tempted as the moment etched out painfully slow.

"I lied," he continued bluntly as Alan stilled, pulling away only fractionally. "You see, we did make a cure. But it isn't something we've been able to turn into an injection or a pill. Not yet, at least. Right now it has to be done in a working lab. We had to work with what we had. But Alan- it's the sun. The sun. It can bring you back. I've seen it happen. And it's real."

The cold metallic accents of the room bled with shadows.

Lengthening and warping like a supernatural clock.

He was running out of time.

"I was the bait. See, we knew, I knew, you'd do just about anything to get me back. Even like this," he added, slowly untangling himself from the loose loops of rope as Alan watched and did nothing. Looking like he was caught between action and inaction as he wavered unsteadily on his knees. Mouth opening and closing but only a thin, hungry little whine warbling out.

He leaned forward, looking Alan right in the eye as he shuffled off the chair and slumped down on his knees to face him. Tracing the open seam of Alan's lips with a lingering caress that felt electric and possible despite being almost five years late.

"You didn't find me, Alan. I found you. I let myself be caught. I knew you'd keep me safe until I could return the favor."

"You can't- this is not… it's not- what is this?" Alan started, trying so hard to be verbal it was almost cringe worthy. In danger of slumping over completely as the man hooked his nails into the frayed hems of his jeans. Scrabbling for a hand-hold as his pupils expanded so wide there was barely any iris left around the edges.

"No," he assured patiently, forgetting to hesitate this time as he inched forward and helped him up. Keeping him more or less upright as the sharp of the man's claws broke new ground in the meat of his shoulders. "We had to find a way to get you to the lab. I knew you wouldn't leave, if you could you would've already. InGen has it's hooks too deep. So, we cheated."

Alan's head bowed, nodding groggily as the feathers of his hair fluttered loose. Framing the side of his face just like those lazy mornings in bed in the summer. Smiling into the sheets as the man nursed a cup of coffee and one of those old green leather books from the top shelf in his office. Propped up in bed on a small mountain of pillows he'd originally grumbled about when they'd made the journey from his bed to Alan's.

"We found a way to drug you. It took years, but we finally found something that would work. It was accidental- one of the people that works with the resistance is a vampire. They fell in love with one of our people and found out accidentally when they were- well- anyway. We discovered that the blood of a vampire's lover has an almost narcotic effect. So we amplified it. I ended up hooked up to a drip and when we had enough to fill the bag we injected the blood with the accelerated compound," he explained as Alan nuzzled back into the crook of his neck. Intoxicated and reeling against his throat. Knowing he was too far gone to understand, but feeling like he owed the man that much.

Alan hushed his named into his skin. Wet with drugged humidity and the flirtatious tease of sharp canines as one hand tangled in his collar. Every muscle tensing under his skin as the moment flinched through every change. Edging closer and closer to-

"Someone will be here soon to pick us up, and then we will both go through it together," he told him, more for his nerves than anything as the hand in his collar suddenly jerked downward. Tearing his shirt right down the middle as buttons pinged off into the depths of the office. Swallowing convulsively as his bare skin prickled with goose-flesh. "You'll get what you want, Alan. You probably will turn me, it just won't be permanent."

He forced the man's chin to tip, desperate to see something recognizable in Alan's face as his tongue languished heavy in his mouth. Tripping over all the words he wanted to say. Ones he'd waited five years for the opportunity. Only to fall short in the moment.

It wasn't like he'd imagined.

It was worse.

It was the best kind of betrayal.

But still betrayal.

And he had to live with that.

Somehow.

"Please forgive me?"

But Alan wasn't there, honey-red pupils blown wide as he staggered into him. Pushing him back against the chair until there was no where left to shrink to. Inhaling throatily as the dry-plush of the man's lips rubbed back and forth against the crux of his jaw.

"Billy, I can't- I need-"

"Shhh, he hummed, reaching for him. Pulling him close as the sudden stab of cold jerked through him like a knife thrust. Closing his eyes into it as Alan's lips found his pulse point. "Take what you need, I'll still be here when it's over."

The moment Alan's fangs broke skin was the first time he really understood.

It was like coming home.

Like discovering a hidden link.

A plateau of post-human awareness.

It was a permanent high.

An animal understanding.

It was a corded, building pleasure that rolled out faster than any peak.

It was like getting tossed into the sheets as the Alan he remembered loomed above him.

It was getting kissed, quick and just shy of vicious, down the length of his collarbone.

It was the quickest rise to everything he'd never realized he'd wanted, coupled together with the worst kind of craving. Jerking spasmodically though it as he came with a quiet sound into the fading warm of his human skin. Coddled through it as Alan drank deeply. Whispering promises and a reassurance that was finally- only- Alan.

Like-

"Alan…Alan."

It wasn't until it was all over, when he'd woken up beside Alan in the bottom well of the wine fermentation tank they'd used for the first experiment - wet and reeking of singed hair, ozone and spring - that he crawled over to him. Cradling his head in his lap as he watched Alan's eyes flutter open, golden-red iris' fading to familiar blue as he coughed weakly.

"Billy- Billy- I-"

He caught Alan's hand before it could make it to his face. Bringing it up himself as the muscles in the man's arms quavered heavy for the first time in five years. Burrowing his face into Alan's filthy palm as salt-track tears trickled between the man's fingers. Crying openly as Alan refused to look anywhere but him.

"Billy..."

His thumb brushed back and forth across the man's cheek as the reassuring beat of the heart monitor celebrated their humanity in the distant background.

"I'm so sorry, Billy. I should've- I should have said it," Alan murmured. "I love you...I have for a long time. Before this and during. I was a fool not to-"

Somewhere outside, the sound of the others leaked through. Celebrating wildly and vibrating eagerness across the outside of the tank despite the moment they were allowing them to have for themselves. Time to settle things. To come to terms with the difference five years and the virus had made. To say all the things they'd left unsaid. But most of all, to just be.

"Thank you," Alan murmured, looking like something out of an ancient nightmare with blood still smeared thick down his chin. "Thank you for bringing me back."

"You know I'd never leave you behind," he smiled softly, the bite mark on his neck throbbing hotly through the bandage someone must of wrapped around it not long after they'd been tranquilized and brought to the safe house. "I'm just sorry it took me so long."

"I never doubted you would," Alan responded sleepily, head lolling loosely as blunt nails tried to find traction against the bottom of the tank. Cautiously trying to lever himself upright, only to fall back against his chest with a satisfying thump when he realized he was too weak. "I'm just glad you knew me better than I knew myself."

"So what else is new?" he teased, smiling hugely into the soft strands of his hair. Inhaling happily before finally responding to what Alan had said before. Practically walking on air as he remembered how Alan had said the words like they were everything.

"It's alright," he told him, meaning it for the first time in a long time. "I always knew you did."

Alan's hand was warm in his as the silence swallowed the rest with comforting rhythms and natural heartbeats. Sitting together on the floor as humanity rapidly became not a metaphor or simply a state of being, but a gift he'd never really appreciated until he had to choose between being slowly bled to death or giving up on the concept completely.

The corner of Alan's lips quirked up like he knew exactly what he was thinking. Going so far as to squeeze his hand and nod as someone started to climb the ladder to open the access hatch. Whoever it was – probably Tim or Billy - clambering excitedly up the ladder as the off-centre tempo of rubber soles and something metallic echoed like another revived heartbeat.

They were going to win this war.

Together.

There wasn't a doubt in his mind anymore.

Not when he had Alan.

A/N: This story is now complete. Thank you for reading, please let me know what you think.