Chapter 7
Once they were outside, Zillah lit another cigarette, walking over the sandy ground, just to notice that he had no idea where that piercer was. Reaching out with his mind to Gideon, he got a terse description, and with a smirk he turned back to Nothing, laying an arm around his shoulders as they started to walk down the dark alleys of this rundown, shabby area.
"Now this was fun, wasn´t it?" His voice was dripping with sarcasm.
Nothing's smile was equally cunning and sharp. Of course he had enjoyed it, like he always did when Zillah played his dangerous games.
"You're devious, Zillah" he whispered, leaning into Zillah's embrace as they went. "One day you will have us killed."
It wasn't an accusation but a mere stating a fact, and he smiled with the same alluring charm as if he had just uttered his undying love out aloud.
They walked down the dark, deserted alley towards the piercing parlor Gideon had told them about, and Nothing felt the thrill of excitement flare in his blood. They walked for a while before Nothing spoke again.
"You want Gideon, don't you?" he asked innocently as if it was the most natural thing to talk about.
"Maybe I do. He is pretty." Zillah took another drag from the cigarette before throwing it aside, the gleaming butt slowly dying in the darkness like a fire fly running out of energy.
They had stopped before a rusty trailer, and something shot out at them from a shadowed corner, baring wet, sharp teeth and giving a menacing bark. The rottweiler stopped mere inches before their feet, heavily drooling, needle fangs glistening in the moonlight.
Lifting a brow, Zillah suddenly jerked forward, showing off his own canines and giving a hiss that sent the watchdog running back into his corner with a pathetic wail, tail between his legs. Animals instinctively knew when to hoist the white flag; in many ways they were actually a lot smarter than their owners.
Looking up again, Zillah took in the formerly silver trailer, a dusty sign informing them that apparently, their piercer lived and worked here. Pinned to the door were some blotched pictures of the man's work, but Zillah didn't care to take a closer look. Instead, his small fist hit the door with a loud bang that echoed through the 'studio', causing a reaction only a few minutes later when the door was roughly jerked open and a shaved head with bleary eyes and dark shadows poked out, clearly pissed off.
"What the fuck, man! It's 3 am in the fucking morning!"
Nothing moved forward and looked up at he bald man, turning on his prettiest, most innocent expression.
"I'm sorry, sir, but we really needed to see you right away. We were told you were the best, and we can't wait until morning. May we come inside?" His pretty dark painted eyes caught Giribaldi's gaze and pleaded for his sympathy.
This was Nothing's territory, luring people in and seducing them with praise and feigned innocence – or sexual temptation like he had done with the policeman. Nothing looked so young and his beauty was breathtaking – a fact he had already learned to use expertly to his advantage when they were on the prowl for fresh blood or simply needed to convince others to help them. And now he looked up at the piercer with a pleading, alluring look of innocent need and desperation.
„You may not, asshole, it´s 3 am in the fucking morning," the piercer repeated, but with less fervor. He still looked cranky and in desperate need for sleep, but his stance had relaxed a bit.
Zillah gave a dramatic sigh, turned to his son and snatched the money out of his pocket, flailing it before the man's nose like a meaty bone to a mongrel. „Look, it is urgent. Gideon sent us, he said you were the best and we really need to get this done tonight."
Uncertain, Giribaldi let his gaze shift from the arched eyebrow of the blond guy to the money, and finally shrugged, rubbing his stubbly chin, before he stepped away from the door.
„C'mon in."
Zillah winked at his son in a slightly haughty manner (Nothing still had to learn that if your looks didn't get you anywhere, money always did), and followed the man into the trailer.
It was a bit messy, dirty cups of coffee and old liquor stood everywhere on the shabby furniture, but Giribaldi lead them into the separated back of his home, pushing aside a plastic curtain to reveal a relatively clean chair and several bags of sterile needles and other tools he needed for his work.
„What ya want?" Giribaldi didn't turn, as he reached for a cup of cold coffee, shaking his head to wake up.
„My son decided to get a tongue piercing tonight."
Nothing's eyes widened in surprise and, honestly, a bit of shock too.
"I… I did?" He looked from Zillah to the sterile – and suddenly quite terrifying – instruments on the table, feeling his face go a bit pale.
"I mean… ow!"
Trust Zillah to make up something sadistic. Nothing knew that it was another one of his tests, another demonstration of his power and control, and it scared Nothing a little. Not that he wouldn't do it – of course he would, but what if something went wrong? He didn't have Zillah's abilities to regenerate – at least not fully developed yet – and he couldn't really imagine what he would do if he lost sensitivity in his tongue.
But, on the other hand he could definitely see the kink in having a tongue piercing, too. He wasn't that scared after all, and now that he was thinking about it, and the initial shock faded, he kinda liked the idea. A much more self assured smile spread on his lips and he nodded.
"Yeah, I did."
He walked over to the chair and hopped on, determined to take this in stride. He definitely didn't want Zillah to think that he was scared!
Giribaldi frowned his bushy brows at the uncertainty in Nothing's voice, but eventually decided that it wasn´t any of his biz.
„So, you´re the 'father', eh?" He didn´t believe it for one second. The kids probably thought that he wouldn´t do it without a parent´s consent. And, quite frankly, he wouldn´t have done it, hadn´t it been for the three hundred bucks that were nestled safely in his pocket.
„I am," Zillah drawled, affectionately letting his fingers dive through Nothing's raven mane.
„Whatever man."
Giribaldi turned around from the little sink where he had washed his hands thoroughly, a bit of soapy foam still caught in the dark hairs of his bare arms.
„Okay," he said, as he walked over, sitting down on a small stool.
„I´m gonna mark the spot now and clamp it. Then I pierce it and put this buddy," he held up a small rod with two beads he had just ripped out of a plastic back „into your tongue. It´ll be painful and your tongue will swell double its normal size. Speakin' and eatin' will be a bitch for the next two days, but ya tongue got incredible healin´ abilities, that´s the bright side."
He sounded rather routinized and bored about it, especially when he droned „Any questions?"
Nothing shook his head after leaning a little bit into Zillah's caress. It felt so goo, and was a rare display of affection from him that Nothing cherished dearly.
"Just do it, man" he said, trying to shake off the remaining fear and prepare for the pain. "Make sure to do it properly. I don't want the sucker to fall out again!"
As he sat in the chair, waiting for Giribaldi to commence, he noticed the slight throbbing sting in his nipple, and a sultry smile spread on his lips. It occurred to him just how much his life had changed since he left his hopeless, boring life back with his ignorant adoptive parents, and right now he felt more alive than he had ever done before.
He reached up and sought after Zillah's hand, as if to make sure he was still there, and that this was not just another dream. The worst thing that could happen was if he woke up back in his old room now, realizing that he had imagined it all. He trembled a little, both excited and a little bit scared, no matter how determined he was to go through with this.
Zillah didn´t squeeze Nothing's hand back (partially, because he was too busy watching the piercer), but he let his own hand be taken.
Giribaldi just let Nothing open his mouth, clamped the rosy, slick muscle and got it over with using sure, quick movements. When the needle pierced the flesh, Zillah felt Nothing flinch a bit and squeeze harder, but the jewel was quickly put in and Giribaldi put the slightly bloody utensils into the sink.
Green eyes narrowed, Zillah leaned over, grabbing Nothing's chin and critically inspecting the tiny bead, nestled in the raw flesh like a tick, half sucked full.
„How does it feel? Does it hurt?"
Nothing winced as he wriggled his tongue around for a bit.
"Fuck yeah, it hurts!" he moaned, trying to feel the jewel by curling his tongue against his upper lip. "How does it look?"
He met Zillah's eyes and made a very vulgar gesture with his tongue inviting Zillah closer. "But you gotta tell me, if it works…"
„It looks just like something I want." Zillah seemed immensely pleased. Nothing's tongue hadn´t fallen off rotting, he could still speak and the pain seemed manageable. Good, so his little experiment had worked.
„Get off the chair, it´s my turn now." Unceremoniously, Zillah pulled Nothing up, to sit down himself, residing on the chair as if it was a throne made just for him. He´d try the piercing out with Nothing later; right now he was impatient on getting his own.
„Wait, that wasn´t the deal man!" Giribaldi objected, crossing his arms over his broad chest „Get outta ma fuckin´ chair ya freak!"
„Shut the fuck up and just do it if you don´t want to have my friend´s parents lawyers tearing your ass apart for mutilating their underage son." Zillah showed his teeth in an absolutely unamused manner, his eyes spitting green venom.
Giribaldi´s lips pressed into a paper thin line, but eventually, he roughly teared another bag open.
„Oh, and just another thing: if you try anything, I´ll kill you. Slowly and painfully. I hope you like needles."
Nothing had not seen that coming, but once Zillah sat in the chair, a weird sense of pride welled up in him. Alright, maybe Zillah had used him as a guinea pig, but instead of looking at it like that, he chose to see it as something they shared – something he had that Zillah wanted, too.
"It will look so sexy on you" he whispered into Zillah's ear, sticking his tongue out and tracing the tip along the shell of his ear. He pulled back then to let Giribaldi work, and settled to watch instead, smirking at the thought of Zillah's convincing negotiation strategies…
Giribaldi wasn´t easily intimidated, and certainly not by such fags, but he was a clever guy, and instinctively he knew that these two meant trouble. He could feel it in his guts. Damn him for letting them in.
His fingers were very calm though, as he worked on Zillah's tongue, quickly pushing in the needle, retrieving it and exchanging the bloody droplet with a silver bead.
Still Zillah hissed at him again as the piercer removed the clamp.
„That. Hurt."
„I did what you wanted, now get the fuck outta he- what the hell?"
Shocked, Giribaldi witnessed as Zillah's tongue suddenly swelled to a size it would usually only adopt after a few hours. It grew like a little balloon, but what was even more freaky was that just a moment later, it deflated again as if someone had poked a hole in it. Another one, that was.
„...Holy shit!"
The sound of metal tools cluttering to the ground could be heard as Giribaldi stumbled back against a table. Zillah ignored him, rolling his tongue around, before he grabbed Nothing and shoved it down his throat in a testing, swirling kiss. The little beads clicked together, but it was an interesting experience, and Zillah dived in deeper, demandingly, his grip on his son´s neck strengthening.
Eventually the elder let go, smirking.
„Daddy is very happy now."
It meant that Giribaldi was a lucky bastard, because he would stay alive, since Zillah had plans on putting that new piece of fun into use; namely on Nothing's young, writhing body. The boy surely had earned it...
„Let´s go."
Taking Nothing's hand, Zillah pulled the younger behind him and out of the trailer to take Gideon up on his offer and fuck through the rest of the night till their limbs were sore.
Nothing was all tingles and anticipation when Zillah pulled him outside into the cool night air, and the soul scorching kiss still had him all dizzy and practically cross eyed as they started moving. His tongue was throbbing, and he was beginning to feel the swelling a little bit, but it wasn't as bad as he had expected, especially not when Zillah had crashed their mouths together and kissed him like that. It made Nothing a little breathless to even think about it now, and of course his young anatomy reacted to it instantly.
His low riding jeans hugged his ass tightly as the front of them was filled to an almost painful level, but Nothing ignored it and let Zillah pull him along, down the dark alleyway and back towards Gideon's bar.
He wondered what would happen when they got there. He felt a sting of jealousy at the thought of Gideon, and he wondered how Zillah would allow things to play out. Knowing Zillah it could be equally possessiveness and cruelty, depending on his mood. If Zillah put his mind to it, he could easily decide to force Nothing to sit and watch and never allow him to participate. Nothing didn't really think – or hope – that he would, but he easily could, and Nothing just knew that he wouldn't be able to stand for that.
"I want you so much, daddy" he moaned as they went, maybe as an attempt to convince Zillah not to forget him completely once they got to Gideon's place, and he tightened his hold on Zillah's hand.
"Please, don't make me just watch. I… I want to be with you, too."
"You´ve been such a good boy, why would I do that? I promised you, didn't I?" Zillah had stopped, taking a moment to cup Nothing´s white cheek and lower his head for another kiss, because that really was an interesting sensation with his new gadget.
Before he came to it however, he caught a movement from out of the corner of his eyes.
"Look at those fucking fags. Quite the queens, aren´t they..."
Zillah turned his head, eyes narrowed and dangerous like a poisonous snake right before the killing bite. He wasn´t in the mood for such silliness now, he was horny.
The group of bikers that closed up on them from either side of the alley however, didn´t seem to care much; they were casually swinging their baseball bats and flashing their knives in the nonexistent street light. There were a dozen of them, all tall and strongly built, reeking of leather, alcohol and aggression.
Zillah's small form rose to at least 6 feet, regal, haughty and not very helpful in this particular situation, where running might have been the healthier option.
"I will give you the chance to back down now. Drag your pathetic asses out of my sight and no arm will be done."
Laughter seemed to spread through the ranks of bikers, ringing up into the starless nightsky and they didn't seem to pay any heed to Zillah's warning.
"Listen to the pretty boy squeaking" said one of them, slapping a baseball bat into his rough fist. "One would almost think he actually thinks he stands a chance against us…"
"But look at the puppy" another laughed. "Doesn't he just look fuckable? Come here, little puppy, I've got something for you. Something thick and hard for you to scream over"
Nothing didn't like how this was going, and he stepped back and stayed close to Zillah.
"Get the fuck away from me" he snarled, his pretty, dark eyes narrowed and spitting hate at the men surrounding them. "Leave us alone!"
But the men didn't seem to think any of them posed any threat and they kept moving closer until Nothing reached back and grabbed the gun he had stuck into his pants on his back. He immediately pointed it towards the nearest biker with a snarl.
"Get. The Fuck. Away!"
„Easy, easy, puppy," the man nearest to Nothing apprehensively said, holding his palms up, slowly taking a step back. However, his eyes were still as mean and menacing as a rattle snake´s.
„You might hurt someone with that toy o´yours..."
A few of them laughed, probably trying to play the whole situation off as a joke, to make the two vampires relax and become vulnerable once again.
„Well, that is the whole point of it, asshole." Zillah arched a thin brow, piercing clicking against his front teeth. He was still standing there with narrowed, green eyes, golden hair and soft scarf swaying lightly in the dusty, dark wind. Somewhere further away a dog barked. Maybe Giribaldi´s.
The man, probably not their leader as he seemed somewhat challenged with his small eyes and too large lips sneered, and there was a long moment of deafening silence, packed so much with tension that the air seemed to crackle and spit.
Zillah watched their stalkers from out of the corner of the eye and suddenly a shadow appeared behind Nothing and he swirled around and then all hell broke loose.
It was as if the bikers had decided to act on a secret signal from somewhere, and despite the threat of Nothing's gun, they all rushed forward in an attempt to discourage the young boy before them from using it.
Nothing had never used a gun before, and never really considered what it would be like to use it. Sure, some of his old friends back home had sometimes smuggled a gun stolen from a dad's locker and brought it for their secret gatherings, morbidly fascinated with the promise of death and mutilation such an instrument offered. A few had played a round of Russian Roulette before they chickened out, but Nothing had never really been interested in that. It was too easy in a way, and Nothing wanted more.
But now, standing with the black gun in his hand, pointing it at the incoming aggressors, he knew that he had to use it, if they were to get a chance of getting out of there. They were so many, and Nothing knew that even Zillah was outnumbered here.
"I'm not fucking kidding!" he yelled when somebody moved quickly behind them, and without any further hesitation he pulled the trigger. The blast resounded in the narrow alley, and one of the men howled in pain as the shot blasted into his shoulder.
"The little fucker SHOT me!" he howled, clutching his bleeding shoulder. "Get him! I'm gonna tear that fucking brat apart!"
But Nothing didn't hesitate, and before another one of them got too close, he fired the gun again, not particularly caring where it hit. He knew that they were in trouble, and he was determined not to go down without a fight. He didn't know how they would make it out of this, but he could hear Zillah's snarl as he attacked the nearest biker, and he kept firing to keep them at as much distance as possible.
Zillah didn´t even really notice the gunshot; he was busy being furious and keeping the damn rocker off Nothing´s back. They were like bloated, starved vermin attacking a fresh corpse, ready to be squished underneath Zillah's foot, because sure as hell neither of them was dead, nor would be anytime soon.
Baring his teeth at one of the biker, Zillah jumped right into his ugly face, nails clawing at his eyes, the other holding the wrist with the knife that had been aimed at Zillah. The man was so surprised by the sudden attack he surely hadn´t expected, that he stumbled back, and that was Zillah's chance to dig his nails deep into a juicy eyeball, the hectic fluttering of eyelashes ticking the skin of his forefinger. The man all but roared out his anguish and sunk to his knees, holding his injured eye with a howl.
Blood was dripping from the black painted, sharp nails Zillah held up like a bear ready to strike at his next victim with a snarl.
The guy on the ground whined, screaming with a high pitch „Get the damn fucker!" and the others who had hesitated for a moment, came into motion again.
The corner of Zillah's lips twitched up into a mad, blood lusty smirk as he licked them, flexing the muscles in his lithe back. This could actually be fun!
Nothing felt the rush of bloodlust radiating from Zillah and rolling over Nothing's senses like an avalanche. He wasn't afraid yet – not really – despite the fact that they were massively outnumbered, but he was aware that he wasn't immortal and that he wouldn't be able to withstand the same amount of damage Zillah could. He was still young, and despite his magnificent genes he still had some growing up to do before he would attain the same abilities at regeneration.
But he still had the gun which up until now had managed to keep the attackers at a somewhat safe distance. He knew he hadn't killed anybody yet, but he had wounded at least four, some more severely than others according to their outbursts and moans, and he clung to it, trying to keep the upper hand.
But they were so many, and eventually they got too close. Zillah was off ripping the face off of one of them, and Nothing felt arms grab him from behind, others trying to pry the gun from his hand and he fired it again into the mess of grabbing hands, hitting the closest guy at point blank range, making the biker stumble backwards with a gurgling sound as a river of blood spurts from ripped arteries in his blown out throat.
Zillah was too consumed in his red blooded frenzy to notice much more than the warm heaving bodies around him. The flashing knives and shouts and gurgles and the wonderful, blissful smell of blood everywhere. And thus Nothing was dragged from away, without his father noticing.
It seemed that, realizing that their victims weren't just that easy prey, and a few of them having been taken down already, the biker formed a more efficient order. They just didn't attack randomly anymore, they were building a circle around Zillah, slowly closing in on him.
Zillah snarled, showing off his bloody teeth and claws, when suddenly a heavy leather clad biker with a knife leaped forward, swinging at Zillah's guts. At the same time, as if on command, another of the man shot forward, hitting Zillah on the head with a baseball bat and a crunching noise as the vampire avoided the knife.
Zillah stumbled, hot blood meeting the ground with a soft splash, that was quickly drowned by the scornful laughter of the men. Wet hair stuck to the open flesh and shattered cheekbone, that could only be half seen in the shadows.
He felt dizzy, but not enough to not rise his head and spit fire at the men with his poisonous eyes.
"Now you REALLY pissed me off."
What was it with him and baseball bats?
The biker just laughed again, roaring and howling, deafening almost. The little bitch had gotten what he deserved, and it was quite amusing how he was ranting when in all actuality, blondy was staggering, barely holding himself upright.
So they pointed at him, mocking and laughing some more, but it subsided slowly like a big, fierce river turning into trickling ditch that dried up eventually.
Awkward, heavy silence followed as, right before their very eyes, the wound on Zillah´s face slowly started to close up, soft flesh growing back, bones moving under the crimson, smeared skin, and Zillah´s eyes shone more brilliantly and coldly as ever before. He was smiling again as well, and it was not a good smile.
"Wha-what the hell?" One of them gasped, lowering his knife. "What the hell are you?"
"Wouldn't you like to know?" Zillah's voice had dropped to a low, menacing and insanely amused whisper as he stretched his body, readying himself for some revenge.
"Let me show you..."
It was obvious that Zillah now scared the crap out of several of the men, and furthermore their number had somehow seemed to lessen a bit, but they kept coming at him despite it, and Zillah soon got his hands full.
The bikers seemed to realize that they had to organize, that this wasn't any ordinary enemy, and that Zillah, despite his small stature was in no way an easy opponent.
They did the only thing they knew – they used their weapons, their baseball bats and their knives in an attempt to get the better of the fiercely snarling creature.
Seeing Zillah's unexplainable healing abilities at work freaked them out, but also drove them to intensify their vicious attacks, fighting not only what they had considered an easy prey, but their own fears as well, and despite Zillah's ruthless skills, he was slowly coming in short. He was bleeding from multiple cuts and bruises, and several severe injuries that slowed him down somewhat. Despite his amazing ability to regenerate in record time, it did wear on his resources and eventually the number of attackers could very well end up being one too many...
Suddenly a loud gunshot sounded through the dark alley, and one of the bikers was slung back against the nearby wall and then fell to the ground with a gaping hole in the back of his scull. Before anybody had a chance to react another shot sounded and slammed into the man currently raising his baseball bat high above his head in an attempt to smash in Zillah's skull.
Confusion struck and the new unknown opponent somewhat managed to split the group of attackers up enough to let Zillah get a chance to gain the upper hand again, and before the gang of attackers could muster a defense they were attacked by a whirl of glistening, silver hair, furious snarls and deadly fangs.
Gideon had entered the scene.
Zillah caught the man´s gaze only for a moment, before he turned around with a growl and busied himself with the next attacker. It did not sit well with the vampire that he had to be rescued like some damsel in distress. There were enough biker to take out his anger on though, and with Gideon here, he only had to be half as wary of being attacked, leaving his worn body enough energy to become the aggressor once again.
Another of the men went down when Zillah tore open his belly, steaming intestines rolling into a puddle on the ground, blood and muddy water splashing in a gory symphony.
Zillah didn´t take the time to gloat, his furious face was buried into another unfortunate biker´s throat the next minute. Out of the corner of his eye, Zillah could see that Gideon had taken care of the rest. Slowly dragging his victim down, Zillah therefore took the time to feast on the man, restoring his energy, filling his body with quick, pulsing liquid. He was soar all over, and it would be a bitch to sit it out till every wound had closed up again, which didn´t lift Zillah's mood exactly.
Eventually the bloody fountain ran dry, and Zillah sat back on the ground, leaning against the next best wall to catch his breath, close his eyes and lick over his wet lips.
Gideon looked at the fallen adversaries with a disgusted scowl, picking up his shotgun where he left it on the ground so he could engage in direct hand to hand combat.
He went to kneel beside Zillah, checking out his injuries without any concern for Zillah's obvious disapproval. Gideon was beautiful in the pale moonlight, his body smooth and perfectly sculpted with enough muscle to give him shape but never disturbing the lithe grace with which he moved.
"You'll heal quick enough" he said with feigned detached interest. After all, he had been concerned enough to get out here and look for them, and that somewhat betrayed his attempt at sounding indifferent. "I told you to be careful out here!"
He reached out and traced Zillah's injured jaw with his fingers, gently touching the already mostly healed broken cheekbone with a sharp, pointed nail. While the bones had been mended, the wound was still open and leaking sweetly scented blood, making Gideon's mouth water, and without further warning he leaned forward and traced his warm tongue over the seeping gash in Zillah's cheek, licking up the crimson well of pure bliss.
"That was me being careful," Zillah breathed, voice dropping to a low purr as the smell of Gideon´s very old blood hit his nostrils. Old blood meant powerful blood, and hadn´t it been flowing from a wound on Gideon´s shoulder, Zillah might have snapped at him to mind his own business. Zillah wanted that blood, older than Christian´s, making him heal faster. His head felt like a busted melon, juicy and raw and sticky, and Gideon could make it go away.
Gripping the vampire´s neck, Zillah let his head fall forward, golden hair pressing between himself and the silver haired vampire, as his tongue darted out to lick away the thin trail of blood, to taste the open wound that bled into his mouth when Zillah sealed it with his suckling lips.
Spine arching as his brain fed on the sweet liquid, Zillah gave a low moan, pressing Gideon closer. His eyes snapped open, fiery and cold again, but also clouded by a thin mist of lust, not only for blood.
Gideon let out a low moan, feeling Zillah latching on to his wound and work his cunning tongue over it, coaxing the blood to flow a little bit faster. It aroused him to no ends to have this young, beautiful creature nestled in his arms, and he didn't care if it was only fleeting lust and cunning knowledge that made Zillah want him. It wasn't often Gideon met any of his own kind anymore, and there was nothing more satisfying than to taste the blood of his own.
He knew that Zillah needed his blood, too, and he gave it willingly, smelling the scent of other desires rise as well. He let his fingers slide into Zillah's beautiful, blond hair, holding him to the wound and urging him to drink his fill, taking what he needed to heal up and regain his strength.
When Zillah finally let go and fell back against the wall they were both panting, aroused from the common bond that had formed as blood was exchanged, and for a while they both fought to catch their breath.
"I'm not done with you yet" Gideon finally panted, lust glowing in his beautiful pale blue eyes. "What did you do with the pretty puppy?"
At that question, Zillah's eyes widened as if he had remembered just something very important, and indeed he had!
Where was his son?
tbc
Review replies:
bonjourmeadow: Haha, yes, everyone likes pretty people indeed! It´s some psychological thing (I have to study it right now for my exam, it´s no fun really). We are very glad that you lie Gideon! Zilldk came up with him and it is uite fun to see him interact with the boys^^ I think it´s only natural that at some point the excitement goes away, new things catch your interest. Thank you very much for sticking with us despite this!
PyroRoxas: Yay, we´re very happy you like Gideon! We grew quite fond of him as well^^ Yes, some bikers are hot indeed! Our's not so much though... Btw, what does HTFU mean? XD I hope your family doesn´t avoid you now but supports you. Are they very conservative? Hehe, and when I am tired people usually are clever enough to stay away from me as well ;) Many thanks for your review!
Comments and constructive criticism are very much appreciated^^