THE MUSICAL VAMPIRE MYSTERIES OF RORY FLANAGAN
Author's Notes: How did you guys like the first mysterious death scene? For anyone not familiar, Samuel Larsen tweeted that he and Damian McGinty would both be returning to Glee for season 4. Well, he apparently needed to fact-check because it was officially announced Damian would not be returning. Talk about a buzzkill. Since Ryan Murphy isn't a character on Glee, I figured the next best thing to vent out my anger was to off the character of the guy who got my hopes up for a decent season. And there you have it, the wrath of an irrationally angry author. :) Of course here we are, season 4 having ended by the time this is released and I am still slightly bitter about that. On the plus side, we got so much Sam it helped make up for it.
Beta Credit: Ragnarok45, TVTime
Season 1, Episode 3: Alliance
The mysterious death of Joe Hart was all over the news, cited as a grisly murder that people were already speculating was vampire-related. The staff of the Lima Bean, as well as some of their patrons, had gathered around the wall-mounted television to watch the latest news brief.
Currently, a debate was raging between the spokespersons for two of the major factions in the country. On one side was Sue Sylvester: a forty-something blonde with her hair cut short, wearing a track suit and her trademark sour expression. "As representative of the Fellowship of the Sun, I demand swift justice be brought down upon the vampire or vampires who committed this heinous act of murder against Mr. Joseph Hart, an upstanding human member of our church," she said sternly. "It wouldn't surprise me if this was done by the same vampires that murdered Reverend Steve Newlin!"
On the other half of the screen was her exact opposite: an elegantly-dressed woman with long blonde hair who appeared no older than thirty. Her name was Holly Holliday, representing the local chapter of the American Vampire League. "There has been no evidence so far that even suggests any vampires were involved with this crime. Until the authorities have collated the evidence they do have, all parties are considered innocent until proven guilty. All parties, Ms. Sylvester: vampire and human. Humans and vampires are equally capable of grisly acts, a fact that history has repeatedly proven. I believe such considerations need to be taken into account before any side starts lobbing baseless allegations..."
Sue and Holly continued debating back and forth, Holly the much more composed and mature of the two despite her youthful demeanor. Sue fired off more insults disguised as arguments against vampires than she did actual facts. Indeed, all of her supposed data against vampires consisted of nothing but false claims and made up statistics. It was laughable how someone standing up for the human community—someone who was supposed to defend them, to prove how much better than vampires they were—could, herself, be such a poor example of humanity. Yet, here was Sue, acting like an irrational child while Holly remained calm and responded to the other woman's vitriol with a polite sassiness and tact—the vampire behaving more like a "human" than her counterpart.
"I have to admit, for a vampire, that Holly sure holds up good in a debate," Mercedes commented, turning away from the TV and strolling back toward the bar. "Good thing she isn't a lawyer or we'd all be in trouble anytime a vampire-on-human crime came up."
"They need to find someone better than Sue Sylvester and the Fellowship of the Sun. She makes us all look stupid, even if she does make some good points. The thing is, nobody takes the Fellowship seriously because they're such extremists, like PETA," Kurt added, patting his perfectly coiffed hair to make sure it looked just as good as it did the last time he checked himself out before walking off to join Mercedes at the bar. "I wouldn't be surprised if they came out with more Unhappy Meals for McDonald's, filled with fake vampire guts and everything."
"That's disgusting, but probably true. We need the Human Political Action Committee to do more interviews. Then we might get taken seriously. Someone to put that Holly Holliday in her place," the stout woman responded. She then lowered her voice. "Do you think that vampire knows anything? That Sam guy. I bet he told Rory what's going on," She paused a moment, looking around to see if Rory was in earshot. "Hell, I bet it was him who did it."
"Oh no, then that means Rory could be next!" Kurt exclaimed, throwing his hands over his mouth as he saw Mercedes' eyes widen, her head giving a slight nod toward the figure who'd come up behind him.
Standing at Kurt's back was Rory, arms crossed, tapping his foot, the expression on his face angry. It was an expression not often seen, as Rory was more timid and reserved, maintaining his composure in most cases. Kurt turned around, embarrassed.
"I'll 'ave ye' know that Sam is actually the one looking into the murder. He was called by his sheriff last night and was assigned to investigate," Rory stated sternly. Kurt started to open his mouth but quickly shut it. "Maybe ye' need to check the facts before ye' go around blamin' people for things ye' know nothing about."
Kurt muttered an apology, though secretly he was only apologetic that he had been heard. He then slipped away toward the kitchen, leaving Mercedes on her own. "I need a large mocha cappuccino for table four, if ye' don't mind," Rory said flatly, glaring at the woman, who simply nodded.
Rory walked away from the bar, unsure if he was more hurt that his friends didn't trust his judgment, or simply angry that he was being talked about behind his back. Before he had time to figure it out, Tina approached him, smiling as always.
"Hey, how'd your date go?" she asked cheerfully, stopping him mid-stride.
"It was great. He took me t'dinner, and then we went to a vampire bar t'meet his sheriff. It was fun. Thank ye' for asking," Rory replied, his manner softening at Tina's genuine interest. He decided not to go into detail about the bar itself and its creepy clientele nor about the sheriff himself.
"I'm so glad! It feels great to get out and have a date, doesn't it?" she said, winking at him.
He nodded. "Yeah, it does. It's me first one ye' know. I ne'er been on a date with someone before," he admitted, his cheeks flushing slightly.
"Then good thing it was a great experience," the woman said. "So you're gonna have a second date, right? And a third and a fiftieth?" Both of them simply laughed, the younger teen already feeling better knowing that at least one of his friends was supportive. "Oh, I came out here to get you. Mike wants to see you a minute," Tina mentioned. "Don't worry, you're not in trouble or anything."
The Irish teen paled slightly. The last time Mike saw him it resulted in a lecture. Somehow Rory felt like he was about to get another one. He walked toward the hall where the office was and lightly rapped on the door with his fist. Mike invited him in, Tina following him into the room. She shut the door behind them, offering Rory a chair while she opted to sit on the corner of the desk. Tina was famous for keeping things informal.
"I'm glad to see you survived your date with the vam- I mean with Sam," Mike said coolly. "Are you planning on another one?"
"It was great. And yes, I think we'll see each other again," Rory replied confidently. "Why?"
Mike sighed. "I'm just concerned. I was worried about you already, but now this murder makes me worry even more. I don't want to see you be the next victim," he said.
"So ye' think he's the murderer too, then? Just like Kurt and Mercedes?" Rory challenged. "He isn't a murderer!" The boy was already becoming agitated, and was about to get out of his seat and leave.
"I didn't say he was a murderer-" Mike began.
"I think you might have said it wrong," Tina interrupted. "I'm pretty sure your Sam isn't the killer. He seems awfully nice," she added. "What I think he means is that we don't want your association with him to possibly get you into trouble. There're a lot of anti-vampire groups out there, and it's been on the news before where humans who were associated with vampires ended up in the crossfire, you know what I mean?"
Rory sighed, simmering down in his chair. "I un'erstand what ye' mean, but I'll be fine. Sam will protect me. He won't let anything happen to me. I trust him," he assured them. "We went to that vampire bar, Scandals, and I felt safe with him. If he wanted a meal of me, he had plenty of opportunity. He's a good guy. A gentleman."
"I'm happy for you, Rory. I really am. I hope everything works out with him. I just hope that nobody else gives you trouble, that's all we're saying," Tina clarified. "He seems like a really nice guy, and he's very handsome. It's the crazies out there that worry me."
Mike shrugged. "She said it better than me. That's why she stays around, to keep me from looking stupid. Just be careful. Sam might have good intentions, but not everyone else he knows might share that."
"I'll be fine, I promise," Rory reiterated, looking from Tina to Mike and back. "Sam won't let anything happen to me. He said so, and I trust him."
Both of the older teens nodded in assent. "I better get back to me tables. Thank ye' for caring though. It means a lot t'know me friends are watching out for me. Especially when other people are just being bigoted."
Rory stood up and turned to leave but had an afterthought. "Ye' know, he said I was his. That means no other vampires can hurt me without getting in trouble. And it means... I think it means he's me boyfriend now."
Tina and Mike exchanged confused stares at the revelation, Rory slipping out of the door before they could ask any more questions or comment. Rory hoped neither Mike nor Tina would say anything to anyone else, because he knew full well that if Mercedes or Kurt got wind of the vampire phraseology of 'being his' they would have a fit and start on a tirade about vampires owning humans like property, like slaves or pets.
-ooo-
Rory was clearing one of his tables when he felt his phone vibrate on his hip. He knew it had to be Sam because other than Brittany, who never called or texted him unless she wanted him to bring her a coffee home, nobody else ever contacted him. Most of his friends worked there at the Lima Bean so they wee already around each other quite a bit. He quickly finished putting the trash onto the tray and scurried back to the kitchen, tipping the garbage into the bin and setting the tray on the counter. He pulled his phone out and saw that it was indeed Sam. He pushed the icon to bring up the message and read it.
I will wait for you outside after work, I need to talk to you. Yours, Sam
At first, Sam's sign off confused him - Sam said that the teen was 'his' but this signature made it sound like Sam belonged to him. Perhaps it worked both ways - what's his is mine and what's mine is his. More importantly, however, what was it Sam needed to talk about? Fortunately, he wouldn't need to wait long - Rory's shift ended in half an hour.
-ooo-
Just as he said he would be, Sam was waiting patiently for Rory when he finished his shift. He was standing by his vehicle, wearing jeans and white t-shirt, with a leather jacket slung over his shoulder gave him a greaser look. Rory giggled at the sight.
"What's so funny?" the vampire asked, confused.
"Ye'r clothes, they remind me o'the movie 'Grease'. Ye' know, John Travolta?" the teen replied.
Sam scrunched up his face. "Hmm, I hope that's a good thing. I'm not familiar with that film, actually."
"Ye' mean in all ye'r years ye' ne'er watched 'Grease'? It's a classic. We watched it in me high school glee club last year. Lots o' singin' and dancin'," Rory explained, standing closer to Sam as he spoke. "They dressed just like ye' except they kept their hair slicked back and drove a big fancy convertible."
Sam smiled and made a mental note to inquire further about the glee club. For now, he had other things to worry about. He pulled his jacket from his shoulder and dug in the pocket, pulling out a photograph.
"Do you recognize this boy?"
Rory took the picture in hand and looked it over thoughtfully. "I saw him around the school, but ne'er knew him personally. He seemed like he was nice though. He was always singin' in the halls when he walked around. He wasn't bad, but me friends are better at singin'. He was always quotin' the Bible to people, too. Why?" He handed the picture back to Sam, hoping that he wasn't about to say that the boy in the picture was the victim.
"His name was Joseph Hart. He's the victim of the murder. Aside from his large dreadlocks, the only things identifying him were tattoos and the fact his mother reported him missing," Sam replied, stuffing the picture back into his jacket pocket.
"What happened to him?" Rory asked nervously, slight chills going down his spine.
"I... it was very graphic. I won't say exactly, but his body was quite a mess. What was left of it," Sam grimaced. Rory's eyes bulged at his last comment. What was left of it.
Rory's nerves were on edge knowing that not only was this boy murdered, but it was someone from his school - someone he had seen several times before - and that he had been murdered in such a grisly way that his entire body wasn't even there. The news hadn't gone into that much detail nor had they shown even a school picture of him at his mother's request, and now he could see why they left out the gruesome explanation of his death.
Sensing his unease, Sam laid his jacket on the hood of the truck and leaned forward, taking Rory in his arms for a hug. "I don't really want you to get involved in this. You already know more than you should have to."
"Thank ye' Sam. It's scary knowing there's someone out there butchering people," the young teen said, nuzzling his head into Sam's shoulder. "I feel really safe with ye' though."
Sam smiled and ran his fingers through Rory's hair. "I promise, I will keep you safe to the very best of my ability. Unfortunately, in the daytime I can't do much, but once the sun sets, I will make sure that nothing can bring you harm. Not even Sebastian."
Rory stood back a moment, a confused look on his face. "Sebastian? But he's ye'r sheriff. Why would he hurt me? Ye' said I was ye'rs; he can't hurt me, right?"
Sam sighed. "I shouldn't have said that. Sebastian has an interest in you. When I gave him what I found out, he was asking questions about you. He's taken a fancy to you, but I sternly reminded him that you are mine, much to his dismay. Don't worry, I didn't tell him about your special ability."
A look of relief washed across the young teen's face. "What would he do if he knew about it, about me ability?"
Sam shrugged. "I have no idea, but it wouldn't be good. He'd probably find some way to exploit you and who knows what else. He'll have to kill me before I let that happen," he vowed, his face firm and determined.
"That makes me feel better. I hope it ne'er comes to that, though. I just want to be happy with me vampire boyfriend," the Irishman replied. The vampire grinned.
"Boyfriend, huh? I think I like that. I guess that means we're each other's. I like that a lot better," Sam said. Rory took him in his arms this time, hugging him tightly. Before Sam could stop him, Rory pressed his lips against Sam's, kissing him.
"Ow!" Rory exclaimed, jumping back, his bottom lip bleeding. "What did ye' do that for?" He didn't cry, but he still looked hurt, as if Sam had rejected him. "Ye' bit me!"
Sam would have blushed if he could but the rise in body heat could not occur. "I'm so sorry, Rory! I didn't mean to. I should have warned you, but I didn't think about it until it was too late." He quickly put his hand over his mouth and retracted his fangs, looking aside in embarrassment. "Sometimes that happens to vampires when they get... excited... If I knew you were going to do that, I could have concentrated to keep it from happening."
"It's okay. It wasn't ye'r fault then. I didn't know," the teen said sorrowfully. A thought then occurred to him. What he was about to do would have seemed gross to a normal human, but it made perfect sense in the case of a vampire. Rory pressed his finger against his bleeding lip, gathering up some of the blood on the tip. He then pressed it firmly against Sam's thick lips, pushing in slightly until he could feel the very tip of the man's tongue.
Licking his lips and suckling Rory's finger, Sam couldn't help but let out a quiet moan of satisfaction. Rory leaned in close again, pressing his lips against his older lover's. He could feel his lip being drawn into Sam's mouth, his tongue lapping at the blood as he gently sucked. Rory expected to feel the sharp sting of his lip being cut again, but it didn't come. Sam must have been concentrating very hard to keep his teeth from popping out.
Against his better judgment, Sam continued to kiss the boy, the taste of his blood intoxicating. He had never tasted blood so pure and rich before. The sweetness reminded him of the delicious desserts he had indulged in as a human. He wanted more.
Sam pulled back, unlocking their mouths, his hands shaking slightly. "We have to stop," he declared, breathing heavily.
"Why? Was I not any good?" Rory asked, lowering his eyes. Sam reached over and lifted up the boy's chin with his fingertip.
"Oh, that's not what I meant at all," Sam replied with a smile. "You're a very good kisser. It's just your blood... It tastes different than anything I ever had before. I had to stop myself to keep in control. I don't want to hurt you."
Rory thought a moment. "So me blood tastes different, but good? It won't hurt anything if ye' drink a little bit would it? Like if ye' kept sucking on me lip?"
Sam shook his head resolutely. "No. That's not an option. I am not going to feed on you."
"It's not feeding on me if I want ye' to though, is it? If ye only take a little bit, what harm can it do?"
"Plenty. I might not be able to stop, for one. You don't know what it's like. Remember how much you kept trying to keep drinking my blood, but I pulled away? You wouldn't be able to overpower me and stop me. Even if I could stop, it would leave you weak and at the very least give you a headache," Sam explained. "I appreciate that you trust me enough to offer, but I won't do it. I refuse to hurt you."
Rory looked rejected. He didn't know why it had suddenly become important to him to have Sam drink his blood, why he was encouraging it. He knew it wasn't a glamour - that wouldn't work on him. So what was going on?
"It's not that I don't want you, Rory. Trust me, I do. Not just your blood. But I want your safety too. I value you more than to just drink you up whenever I feel like it. You're my boyfriend, not a beverage," Sam assured him. He reached over and wiped the remaining stains from the teen's lip, not wanting him to look like a victim-or a temptation.
"Good night Rory! Sam!" called Tina as she was leaving. Both guys waved at her, Sam pleased to see that apparently not all of Rory's associates found him to be some sort of predator. Mike followed right behind her, giving a simple nod to them.
"Mike is still a little skeptical, but Tina seems to trust me judgment," Rory stated, turning back toward his boyfriend.
"Perhaps a formal introduction would be a good idea. Your friends might not find me so intimidating or, as you say it, 'creepy' if they got to know me a little," Sam suggested. "Only when you feel comfortable, of course."
Rory smiled. "Oh yeah, that would be great! Come in earlier tomorrow and I'll introduce ye' to e'eryone! Mike, Tina, Kurt, Mercedes. They're all good people, really. They just don't know anything about vampires, just the things they see on the telly."
Sam nodded, admittedly a little nervous about being introduced to the people that seemed so wary of him, and obviously protective of their friend. It was almost laughable – a hundred-seventeen year old vampire, unnerved by a group of human teenagers.
"I should go ahead and get you home before anyone starts to worry," Sam suggested, noting the time on his watch. It was a Rolex, a very expensive one at that. Rory noticed the shining gold in the moonlight when Sam twitched his wrist.
"Wow, that's a really fancy watch," the young teen observed, taking Sam's arm and examining the timepiece.
"You should see the collection of watches I have from over the years. Especially the old ones."
"Can I come see now?" Rory asked anxiously. He looked up at Sam with his bright blue eyes, glistening with excitement. Sam couldn't resist, even though he knew he should be getting the boy home instead.
Sam ushered him into the car, holding the door open for him, and then quickly drove to his home. Rory found it much more intriguing now that he wasn't recovering from death. It was an old home, somewhat resembling the old plantation style houses from the days of slavery.
"How old is this house, anyway?" Rory inquired as they walked inside.
"It was built in the very early 1800's. My parents were humble farmers from Tennessee, but my extended family was from Ohio, and wealthy. They looked down on us because we weren't as well off as they were," Sam explained, frowning at the memory. "Unfortunately for them, the last family member to live here was my father's aunt, and she actually liked him very much, so she willed the house to him when she died. He passed it on to my brother, and he to his son. Steven Junior never willed the estate to anyone else, so when he died, I purchased the home myself," he explained. Rory simply nodded, taking in the sights of the domicile better than before.
Sam took him by the hand and led him to his study. In the middle of the large room was an expensive looking oak desk, and against one wall a highboy. The back wall had floor to ceiling display cases that held many antiques, from weapons to jewelry, to random trinkets, all of them far too old to have come from Sam himself.
The vampire pulled open a small drawer on the desk and removed a miniature brass key, then turned and opened one of the cases. He removed a thin box from one of the shelves and turned around, placing it on the desk. Neatly arranged on black cloth was a collection of timepieces. Most of them looked ancient—from various materials including copper, cheap steel, and brass. There were pocket watches, and ones with leather bands—some tattered and worn. Then there were much more modern pieces, made of silver or gold with wide bands, some digital and some standard face watches.
"Can I touch them?" Rory asked, his eyes wide with amazement.
"Yes, but be careful; the ones that are very old are not in the best condition," Sam cautioned. Rory nodded and very gently turned a couple of them over to examine the backsides. A few of the ones in better condition he picked up and held in front of his wrist to see how they would have looked on him. He turned over one of the old silver watches, squinting at the etching there.
"Can ye' read this? What's it say?" the teen asked, holding the silver timepiece out toward his much older friend. Sam made no motion to take it from him, however.
"I can't touch it. It's silver. Silver is harmful to vampires. I can only touch it if I have gloves on, or something else keeping me from direct contact," the blonde explained. His eyes had a very solemn look to them, as if he genuinely missed touching the shiny metal. "It melts our skin and is really painful, like if you touched a hot stove."
Rory's face flushed. "I'm so sorry! I didn't know," he apologized, pulling the watch toward himself quickly and then placing it back on the felt. Sam reached forward and pulled the young man into his arms and hugged him.
"Don't worry about it," the vampire said. "I don't expect you to know every little thing about vampires." As if to assure the boy that he wasn't upset, he placed his lips against Rory's. Sure that he would be able to keep his fangs in check, he began to up the passion.
Soon the pair of them were exploring each other's mouths with their tongues. Lost in their affection, their hands soon followed suit, roaming all over each other. Rory's hands slid up and down Sam's arms, squeezing the tightly corded muscles. Never before had he felt another man so intimately, and the simple act of massaging the firm biceps was turning him on.
Sam's hands had ventured from Rory's shoulders to his back, then down to his waist. He pulled the teen closer, their bodies pressed firmly against one another's. He could feel Rory's heart beating in his chest as the boy breathed in and out. As they continued to kiss, he could feel not only his own excitement growing in his groin, but his boyfriend's as well.
The fire in their pants intensifying, Sam made the very difficult decision to stop and pull back slightly. "What's wrong?" Rory asked, confused and a little hurt.
"I'm sorry. I don't want to take advantage of you. I want you to be ready before we get too… physical. I want you to make the conscious decision that you're ready, not a choice made through lust," Sam said.
Rory's eyes trailed down toward the floor. "Oh. Okay. I see." His voice was sad, disappointed. He suddenly felt inadequate. Sam was over a century old. He had to have had numerous sexual encounters, with all kinds of men and women. What would he want with a teenaged virgin?
"Don't look like that. It's not rejection, not at all. I just want you to be happy with your choice, not regretting it because you felt pressured, or lustful," the blonde assured him. He lifted Rory's chin with his fingertip, looking into his eyes.
"Are ye' sure that's all it is?" the brunette asked, still slightly insecure.
"Yes. If you want to know the truth, I very much want to take you to my bedroom, undress you, and bring you so much pleasure you would fall apart at the seams. I want the moment to be just right. I promise you," Sam said. "Now, let me see that beautiful smile."
Rory blushed, grinning wide. Sam smiled in return, leaning forward to kiss him again. "I guess ye' were right before; I should get home. Thank ye' for letting me see ye'r watches. They're really amazing," he said. Sam returned to the desk, picked up the thin box and placed it back in the case, shutting the cabinet door and locking it, placing the key in its hiding spot.
-ooo-
Sam pulled into the driveway of the Pierce home, only two lights left on in the entire house. One was Brittany's bedroom window, and the other was the living room, where Mr. and Mrs. Pierce were most likely watching television.
"I hate every time we have to part," Sam whispered softly. "I know it sounds strange, but every time I see you, I fall more and more for you. More than I remember falling for any other person."
Rory smiled, his eyes shining as always. He reached over and brushed his hand against Sam's face, the vampire's cooler skin barely noticeable. "Ye' know, I always thought vampires were supposed to be cold. I imagined it would be like touching ice, but ye' just feel cool, like a light breeze. Ye'r not cold at all."
If Sam could flush crimson, he would have. "There's a lot of things about vampires that people don't know the truth about."
"I'm happy t'learn, though," Rory assured him. He pulled his hand away, gently kissed Sam on the lips, and strolled up the pavement to the front door. Sam watched him as he always did, not tearing his eyes away until the door was firmly shut and the lock clicked closed.
-ooo-
Sebastian Smythe sat on his throne, looking out into the club, observing the patrons. "I tire of these boring humans. All so predictable, so easily manipulated. Even the vampires bore me. They fear me as their sheriff," he lamented, sighing. "They don't put up a fight or anything. I want someone to writhe under me, to scream my name as their body is torn between pleasure and pain."
Santana stood beside him, rubbing his shoulder. "You could always try not glamouring one of the humans," she suggested with a smirk. "Oh, that's right, you don't have to glamour them because they're all too stupid to deny you anyway." She chuckled at herself, rolling her eyes playfully.
"It takes all the fun out of things, really. I want a challenge," the sheriff huffed. "What I want is that boy of Sam Evans'. The little toy with the bright blue eyes and racing heartbeat. That boy who somehow is immune to glamour. There's something more to him than just that. I can feel it."
Santana's eyes roamed the room as she listened to her maker prattle on about his desire for conquest. "I've never heard of anyone being immune to that before, either. Do you think he's human? He certainly isn't were, or else he'd stink like wet dog, so what is he?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.
Sebastian's lips turned up in a mischievous grin. "Somehow I get the feeling he isn't human or were, but something entirely different. I think he may be hiding something. I know Sam will never tell what it is, even under command, though."
The Hispanic vampiress shrugged. "You're gonna let that stop you? The Sebastian I know is much more clever. Don't tell me you've lost your touch," she teased. Sebastian turned his head up, cutting his eyes at her. "The Sebastian I know would pull whatever he needed to in order to get his way, man, woman, vampire, or human. Or 'other'."
"You're lucky you're my progeny. Anyone else would be insane to say such things," the man scolded. "Of course I haven't lost my touch. In fact, this is the perfect challenge. I'll seduce him completely on my own, and there won't be a damn thing Sam can do about it. He can't stop free will if the boy is immune to glamouring."
Santana smiled her own seductive grin. "What do you have up your sleeve now?"
Sebastian was silent a moment, only for effect. He had long been thinking about his plan to seduce the boy ever since he laid eyes on him. "You'll see, Santana. You'll see," he finally answered, his mouth curled up in a feral grin. "Now would be a good time to go to the dungeon. I'm left needing some... attention. Bring me a man and a woman. The youngest you can find. We'll play with them until dawn."
-ooo-
Rory looked in the bathroom mirror at his bottom lip. It was swollen slightly—not only from being cut, but from Sam's vigorous suckling as they kissed. The break in the flesh was no more serious than if he'd cracked a chapped lip, so nobody should notice anything out of the ordinary.
He pressed his lips together, feeling a slight throb—his lower lip was bruised, and while the sensation was slightly uncomfortable, it also turned him on as every pulse seemed to reflect in his groin. It wasn't the pain, but the memory of Sam kissing him, their roaming hands, their straining erections. He adjusted himself before stepping out into the hallway to make the short trip to his room. With his luck, Brittany would come about and catch him tenting his pajama pants.
As he lay in bed staring up at the ceiling, he kept thinking about Sam, as he had every night since meeting him. This time he thought about his watch collection and started to picture the man in the old times Sam had described to him of when he was still human. He pictured the pre-vampire chopping wood for the iron stove in the kitchen, the sun glistening on the bare sweaty skin of his torso, the corded muscles in his arms and back tensing and relaxing as he swung the axe over his head and brought it down to split the log. Sam paused to wipe sweat from his brow and look up at the sky, observing a hawk flying by. It was simplicity, peace, happiness for his boyfriend from when he used to be alive.
Alive. Something that technically Sam was not. He was considered dead by the human race, a walking corpse only one step up from a zombie. No, the dead did not walk, did not talk. The dead didn't feel emotion, or smile and laugh. The dead didn't feel anything, and Sam, he felt everything. He walked, talked, and was definitely filled with emotions. He wasn't dead, not to Rory. Sam's physical body may have stopped in time, but his heart and everything that made the vampire Sam was still very much alive. Just as alive as Rory himself. It was that comforting thought that finally sent him off to sleep for the night.
-ooo-
The next evening, Rory was filled with excitement. Sam was coming to visit once again, but this time Sam would be formally introduced to Rory's friends, and hopefully they would see just how good of a person the vampire was and start opening their minds to the idea that not all vampires were bad.
It was a slow night at the Lima Bean, Rory spending most of his time at the bar, chatting with Mercedes and Kurt. Mike was in his office while Tina was putting up new artwork in the dining area. There was a single patron in the place, and he sat at the far end of the bar, away from the chatting staff members. He came in often, rarely saying anything to anyone aside from his order. He was only known by his nickname, "Puck."
As soon as Sam walked through the door, Puck's nostrils flared and the man made a disgusted sound, a guttural grunt. His eyes were suddenly squinted with some sort of unfounded rage as he looked toward the vampire. He slapped a five-dollar bill on the counter, left his empty glass on the bar, and walked out, just brushing past the newcomer.
"I wonder what his problem is," Mercedes asked, watching as the man stormed out of the door. Between his gruff personality, short mohawk, and leather jacket, Mercedes had always pictured him a badass, but she had yet to see him actually act outright rude like that. He rarely spoke outside of his orders, but he always said 'please' and 'thanks'.
"Maybe he just doesn't like vampires," Kurt hissed sarcastically as he slid himself down the bar to pick up the empty glass and cash. Puck was a strange one—always quiet and brooding with his same drink order every time he came in, watching whatever was on the television at the time—but he was a generous tipper. His drinks only cost two dollars, and he had left three for a tip. Most people left only one, or less.
Rory strolled up to his boyfriend and gave him an innocent hug. "Hi! Right on time," he teased, looking at his watch. "Are ye' ready to meet me friends?" he asked in a whisper.
"I'd be delighted to meet them." The blonde smiled, allowing his boyfriend to take his hand and approach the pair behind the bar.
"Guys, this is Sam, me boyfriend," Rory stated happily. "Sam, this is Mercedes and Kurt," he said, nodding toward the girl and guy respectively. Rory gave the two of them a pleading look that Sam didn't see. Mercedes took pity on her friend, offering her hand.
"Nice to meet you," she said, forcing herself to not lace her voice with sarcasm. She expected the man's hand to be like ice, but to her surprise it only felt slightly cooler than her own. Kurt was less accommodating, merely nodding and saying 'hey'.
"So what is it you two do here? Bartenders I assume?" Sam asked politely.
"I'm a bartender. Kurt's the barista. Only real difference between the two is that he strictly makes coffees and food. I do the fancy drinks," the woman replied. "Of course Rory won't let anyone serve your Tru Bloods but himself so I guess you'll never get to see my bottle spinning skills."
Kurt scoffed. "That's only impressive if it's liquor bottles."
"Well let's see you spin a bottle then," Mercedes teased back. Sam could see that they had a very good rapport with each other, making playful jibes at one another.
Rory smiled and dragged Sam toward the other side of the restaurant, where Tina was hanging a large painting, or at least attempting to. The nail on the wall from the previous painting was just a little too high for her to reach, even on her tip toes, and the painting quickly started to fall backwards on top of her until a pale hand caught it in the air.
Tina turned around to thank her timely handyman to see herself staring up at a tall blonde man with pale skin and thick, full lips. "Oh! Hi Sam! It is Sam, right?" she said, knowing very well it was his name but unsure of what to say to the unexpected visitor.
"Yes, and you're Tina, right? Pleased to formally meet you," he said with a smile, taking the painting and setting it down, leaning it against the wall.
"I see Rory must be talking about me," she said. "I hope it's good," she added, winking at her young friend. "I've heard nothing but good things about you. Our boy is completely impressed by you."
Sam grinned. "Well thank you, he impresses me as well. In all my hundred and seventy years I have never met someone so honest and genuine as Rory."
Tina's jaw dropped. "A hundred and seventy? Really? Wow… Sorry, I didn't mean to gape, I was just surprised. You don't look more than seventeen or eighteen."
Sam chuckled. "I have the physical appearance of when I was turned, which was age seventeen. Vampires never age physically, thankfully, or else after a hundred and fifty-three years I would look pretty gross."
Tina blushed at his attempt at humor. "Well, you are definitely a handsome man for an old timer," she joked.
"Thank you," Sam replied, relaxing at the woman's genuinely kind demeanor. He could pick up the venom from both Mercedes and Kurt, even though they were hiding it—or, rather, even though Mercedes was attempting to hide it; Kurt was much more overt in his dislike.
"Let's go meet Mike real quick. He's in his office," Rory suggested, giving Tina a wide, grateful smile. Before they moved on, Sam lifted the painting up and carefully placed it on the nail on the wall. Tina graciously thanked him, pleased that she didn't have to struggle with the heavy art piece anymore.
Sam made a mental note—Tina was a shifter. He could sense it on her. Vampires had heightened senses as well as awareness of other supernatural entities in their presence, and Tina was definitely a shape shifter. A very friendly one at that. He wondered if Rory was aware of it or not. Sam figured it best not to say anything, just in case she hadn't 'come out' to anyone.
As soon as they stepped into Mike's office, the aura of shape shifter filled Sam's nose again. Apparently he, too, was a shifter. The man stood up and shook Sam's hand as Rory introduced them to each other. Mike was polite, less hostile than Mercedes or Kurt, but it was noticeable that he also didn't trust the vampire immediately.
"It's nice to meet you. I understand you have reservations about my relationship with Rory, but I assure you I have nothing but the best intentions with him," Sam stated kindly and confidently.
"So Rory says. I believe him, but I have to be honest with you, Sam, I'm not the most trusting when it comes to vampires. More than anything it's the hypnosis that I have problems with, but Rory insists he isn't hypnotized," Mike replied firmly, sitting back down and motioning for Sam and Rory both to have a seat.
Rory looked over at Sam and nodded, a silent bit of permission to discuss things with Mike. "He can't be glamoured. I promise you that," Sam assured the man. "Something about his special ability keeps him from being influenced."
"You've tried?" Mike asked, raising an eyebrow disapprovingly.
Sam shifted his eyes to the floor. "Admittedly, yes. But I assure you, the circumstances warranted the attempt."
"Never does something warrant the taking away of free will," Mike argued, raising his voice slightly.
Rory quickly interrupted. "Mike, please. Ye' don't un'erstand. Something happened and Sam helped me. He tried to glamour me because he didn't want me to 'ave to remember the- the stuff that happened."
"What happened? And don't say 'nothing', because I know something happened. You just admitted it," the Asian man insisted.
The Irishman sighed heavily, and looked to Sam for support. Sam gave him a nod, encouraging him to spill the truth. "Some boys were kicking a dog, and I told them to stop. There were three o'them, and they went from kicking the dog to kicking me instead."
"They didn't just kick him, Mike. They were brutal. He had broken bones and was bleeding severely," Sam piped in.
"Is that true? They really hurt you that bad?" Mike asked, worried.
Rory nodded his head. "Yes. If Sam hadn't come, I would 'ave died, Mike. He saved me. He chased them away and then healed me." Mike looked skeptical. "With his blood. He healed me. I drank a little bit o'his blood, but if I hadn't, I'd be dead."
Mike's face was hard. On one hand he was glad that Rory was okay and had been saved from these men who attacked him, but on the other hand it made him furious that the vampire had given Rory his blood to drink. "Are you nuts?" Mike asked sternly. "Drinking vampire blood is like taking drugs. Like crack or something. It does things to you, it's… it isn't safe!"
Rory stood up abruptly. "That blood is what saved me life! Even after chasing those guys off, I was good for dead, but Sam hurt himself to give me his blood so it would heal me!" Sam put his hand on Rory's arm, urging him to sit back down. "Sam, he doesn't understand; it isn't a bad thing, ye'r blood. It didn't hurt me, it helped me. He has to know that!"
"Rory, please. Calm down. He's only concerned for your safety, as any good friend should be," Sam said soothingly.
"Can't ye' just make him understand?" Rory asked, annoyed. It was almost as if Mike was no longer there, as if it were no big deal what he was asking of his boyfriend.
Sam shook his head. "No. I refuse to do that. I may have tried to make you forget that night, and even that wasn't the right thing to do, but I'm not going to manipulate people to accept me and my kind. They have to accept us of their own free will."
Mike raised an eyebrow, impressed as he witnessed the exchange in front of him. Rory, his friend, actually asked Sam to glamour him, and Sam refused on the ground of morality. It was definitely something he hadn't expected out of either of them.
"Sam, look, I'm going to try my best to trust you, alright? Vampires are still new to us even if you've existed for thousands of years before, and we're still getting used to the idea of living together in the world. I'm sure in your years you've seen how that goes. I'm going to put faith in you because I have faith in Rory," Mike explained, looking Sam directly in the eyes without fear. It was a brave thing to do—vampires needed direct eye contact in order to glamour someone, and Mike was offering Sam the ideal moment to take him over, yet Sam wasn't making any inclination to do so.
"I appreciate that," Sam said simply. "It's been a pleasure to meet you, Mike, and I hope you'll see that I'm not like the vampires you see on television. Now, if you don't mind, I'm going to let Rory finish his shift while I have a drink." He was more than ready to move on moreso because of Rory's agitation than his own discomfort.
All three men stood up, Rory leaving first. Before Sam followed behind him, the blonde paused and leaned in toward Mike so as not to be overheard. "I know what you are. You can trust that I will keep your secret, and see that I am indeed a dependable person." He didn't wait for a response, but turned around and left, Rory only feet ahead of him.
Mike sat back down, breathing deeply. So he knows. I should have guessed, vamps have that sixth sense thing going on. I wonder if he knows about Tina, too. Probably... Tina. He better leave her out of everything. I don't want her knowing that he knows about either of us, and I don't want her to be afraid.
-ooo-
As soon as Rory's shift was finished, Sam waited patiently for him outside while the staff members locked up. When Rory emerged from the door, Sam took him in his arms for a strong hug.
"Ready to go home?" Sam whispered in the boy's ear.
"Do I 'ave to? Can't I come stay with ye' for a little while?" the Irishman begged, staring into Sam's eyes. "Please?"
Sam smiled. "How can I resist that face? Those beautiful eyes? Fine, we'll-" He was interrupted by the vibration of his phone on his hip. He looked down and checked the message. "Crap. Sebastian."
Come to Scandals IMMEDIATELY. Bring the boy with you.
"What does it say?" Rory asked, noticing the worried look on his boyfriend's face. "Is e'erything okay?"
The vampire shook his head. "No. Sebastian wants me to come to the bar. And he wants me to bring you."
"Me? Why me? Do ye' think he knows about me ability?"
Sam thought a moment. "No, but I think he has a dangerous infatuation with you. He can't glamour you like he can other humans. He can have any human he wants with a look in his eyes, but you are a challenge and I know him well enough to know what he's up to."
"Well, he can try all he wants to, but he can't glamour me, and I find him rather repulsive. The only vampire I'll be going home with tonight, is ye'," Rory stated confidently. It was strange—ever since drinking Sam's blood, he seemed to be more assertive, more secure. It was as if something in the blood had stayed with him, more than it did with most humans. Whatever it was, it did something to him and so far it seemed for the better.
-ooo-
Sam reminded Rory to stay by his side as they entered the vampire club. It was crowded, as usual, with plenty of vampires dancing with humans—fangbangers—looking for a cheap thrill of going home with a vampire for sex. Sam rolled his eyes as they walked purposefully toward Sebastian's throne.
"Well, well, well, the view from up here is suddenly so much better," Sebastian cooed, eyeing Rory.
"Can we skip the banter? What do you want, Sebastian?" Sam demanded. "I need to get him home. Don't forget, he's a human and actually needs to sleep at night."
Sebastian didn't tear his gaze away from his prey. "It looks like you picked a rather rude vampire to be your companion," he teased, the corner of his mouth rising in a smirk.
"I picked a perfect companion, thank ye' very much," Rory stated confidently. "He's a perfect gentleman, to people who earn his respect."
The sheriff feigned surprise by the response. "Looks like you've grown sassier yourself since I last saw you. Incredibly sexy, don't you think Santana?"
"I'd find him much more entertaining if he were a woman. As far as I'm concerned, he's just a potato-eating foreigner with some sort of chip on his shoulder," the woman said sarcastically, sneering at the Irish boy. She was dressed in a tight red cocktail dress, except there were tiny studs lining the hems. When she moved, the lights in the ceiling would reflect and shimmer, drawing attention to her figure.
"Can the insults, Santana," Sam ordered. "I'll ask you again, what do you want?" he asked, returning his attention to Sebastian.
Sebastian sighed, annoyed. "Fine, since you don't want to humor me. We found a witness to the murder. I want you to see what you can get out of him," he said.
"Why me? Why don't you or your lackey do it?" the blonde asked, glaring at Santana.
"Because it's part of your assignment. I give orders; you follow them. Got it?" Sebastian's mouth was no longer smirking, but cold and serious.
Sam sighed. "Fine. But what do you want with Rory? Why does he need to be here? He needs to go home," he said, again annoyed.
"I want to look at him. He's beautiful," the sheriff stated, standing. He approached the teenager and stroked his cheek with the back of his hand. Rory jerked backward, glaring at the vampire.
"Don't touch me," the teen ordered harshly. "I'm not yours."
"Fine, fine, fine. I'll have you one way or the other, eventually," Sebastian declared, grinning. "Santana, bring in the witness. We'll be waiting in the office."
The Hispanic woman strolled off of the stage and through a door near the bar, Sebastian rising and leading the two younger men through a door and into his personal office. It was surprisingly ordinary, having no decoration, simply a desk, chairs, and a computer. Santana returned seconds later, pushing along a tall, bulky man who physically didn't look to be much older than Sam. Santana ushered him between the desk and chairs and then forced him down onto his knees.
"Okay, Samuel. Get to work. I want to know what he saw. I want to know what it was that killed that human," Sebastian demanded, sitting back down. Sam gave him one last glare before crouching down in front of the agitated prisoner.
"What's your name, kid?" Sam asked, trying to hold back the irritation in his voice.
The teen sneered at him, but answered his question anyway. "The name's David. Karofsky. I'm on the football team, so you dudes better know people will notice I'm missing. I'm the star linebacker."
"David, I'm going to ask you some questions, and I want you to answer me honestly," Sam said soothingly, ignoring the threat. He locked eyes with David, drawing the teen into him.
Oh me God, this must be what a glamour looks like, Rory thought. He shivered as he watched Sam gazing at the boy, talking smoothly to him and asking questions. The entire time, Sebastian was staring at Rory, while Santana filed her nails, completely disinterested.
"What did the thing that attacked Joe Hart look like?" Sam asked. David opened his mouth to speak, but suddenly had a violent reaction to the query. He jumped up and began to thrash about angrily, yelling word salad as he did so.
Santana, rolling her eyes, shoved the boy backward, who reached out to grab for anything he could to stay on his feet as he tripped over himself. The only thing he grasped onto was Rory, whom he took down with him, the pair falling into a heap on the floor.
A short being stood before Joe Hart, leaning forward and whispering into his ear. A flash of white and then she was standing behind him. A flash of white and she was touching the boy. A flash of white and she was whispering into his ear again. A flash of white and the boy began to move in an unnatural motion. A flash of white and Rory saw the gruesome death of Joe Hart.
Rory screamed out as the images flooded into his head. The cries of agony took everyone by surprise, David immediately jumping up and grunting, pulling his hands toward his chest. Sam rushed to Rory's side, crouching down and helping him into a sitting position.
"I saw it! I saw what happened!" Rory cried, tears flowing down his cheeks, sweat on his forehead, matting his hair to his head. "I saw it all, it was… it was horrible…"
"You saw it? You saw what he was thinking?" Sebastian asked, getting up from his chair and approaching the boy and his vampire companion, his expression no longer playful but something much harder. "How did you see what was in his head? Tell me, now!"
Sam exchanged worried glances at his charge. Apparently when David fell into Rory and grabbed him, their flesh connected, and Rory saw the memories the boy had ingrained into his head. The images were so horrifying that Rory forgot he was supposed to keep mum in front of Sebastian and Santana.
"I… I didn't… Sam?" Rory looked at Sam for support, wishing there was something he could do to erase what just happened.
"So it looks like there really is more to this boy than first glance. Fascinating. I must know more," Sebastian said slyly. He held out his hand to assist the teen, but Rory hesitated and shifted his gaze to his boyfriend, allowing Sam to help him up instead. The sheriff shook his head. "I don't know why you insist on resisting me. I may not be able to glamour you, but you have to admit my natural charm is just too much to pass by."
"Ye' 'ave no charm, sir," Rory said with disgust. "Ye'r a conceited jer-"
Sam squeezed Rory's hand, urging him to stop. "That's enough. He's still very powerful, and it's not a good idea to make him angry," he said in a hushed voice in Rory's ear.
"I think we need to explore this a little more, if you don't mind," Sebastian stated, smirking at Rory, who had an irritated look on his face. "Santana, show our guests to the lounge and see to it they're shown proper hospitality. A Type O for Mr. Evans, and a glass of red wine for our handsome mind-reading friend."
Annoyed but obedient, Santana walked away toward the door she had earlier dragged David out of. Sebastian, meanwhile, picked up David from the floor, staring into his eyes. Neither Sam nor Rory could hear what was being said, but David obediently walked toward the same room as the others, but took the side door in the small hallway, shutting it behind him.
"Somehow it's so much more satisfying when they lock themselves in their own prison," Sebastian said to himself, grinning. He stepped down from the stage, and strolled through the door into the hallway, closing it behind him.
-ooo-
Santana opened the door of Sebastian's private lounge, motioning for his two guests to sit down on the oversize black velvet sofa. "I'll be back with your drinks," she stated dryly. She gave them one last glare before exiting the room. It was larger than the office, with numerous curtains and fabrics on the walls, another throne-like chair for Sebastian to sit in, a sofa, mini-bar, pool table with red velvet covering, and a large sound system set into the wall, a widescreen flat panel television mounted above it.
"Don't be scared," Sam whispered to his young mate, who was already sweating nervously. "I can hear your heart racing. Calm down. Confidence. Don't let him get to you." He placed a gentle kiss on the boy's lips just as the door opened, Santana already returning with their drinks. She handed Sam a Tru Blood, popping the cap for him, and then a large glass of some red liquid to Rory.
The teen brought the glass to his nose, wrinkling it at the strange smell. "What is this?"
"Red wine, just like Sebastian ordered. It won't hurt you, it's just fermented grapes," Santana replied, rolling her eyes. "Don't worry, Sam, it's not enough to get him drunk. Such a shame, because that could be quite amusing," the woman said with a smirk.
"Santana, have you ever tried not being so unpleasant? I mean, I would think after a hundred and some odd years the bitter, sarcastic vampiress routine would have gotten a little stale," Sam fired at her, his voice laced with his own sarcasm.
The woman glared at him angrily. "Shove it, Samuel before I rip those trouty lips right off your face."
"They'd just grow back. Give it your best shot anyway," Sam replied arrogantly. "Where's Sebastian? We haven't got all night. I need to get him home," he added, nodding toward Rory.
Santana said nothing as she marched out of the room, the door reopening a moment later, Sebastian entering cheerfully.
"Well gentlemen, comfy?" he asked. Rory nodded, but Sam gave no indication that Sebastian had even spoke. "No need to be rude, Sam. I just want to ask some questions."
"Can we make this quick, Sebastian? Please? Honestly, I do need to get him home. Don't forget he's human; they sleep at night," Sam requested in a much more polite tone.
Sebastian smirked. "You said that earlier," he said, glaring at Sam. "Fine, fine. We'll keep it short. I wouldn't want him to miss out on his beauty sleep. After all, I want him to keep that lovely shine in his eyes." Rory blushed at the compliment. He had become used to Sam saying nice things to him, but another person—practically a stranger—making such pointed compliments was flattering but at the same time, unsettling. It was like receiving a compliment from the devil.
Before the sheriff could begin his interrogation, Rory spoke up. "I don't know why I can see what I see. I don't even really know how. I just know that when I touch someone's skin, I can read their memories. Like a switch goes off in me brain that plays the images in me head," he explained. "I don't know what else ye' expect me to tell ye'."
Sebastian pressed his fingertips together, bringing his hands in front of his mouth. "For some odd reason, I believe you. What I don't believe is that you're human."
Sam and Rory both exchanged puzzled glances at each other then turned to look at the sheriff.
"What do ye' mean, I'm not human? I am! Look at me. I'm alive, living and breathing and with a heartbeat and e'erything!" Rory insisted. "I am human! What else would I be?"
Sebastian smiled, waving his head from side to side as he thought deeply. "See, that's what I don't know. That's why I want to do some tests-"
"No! You're not experimenting on him!" Sam interrupted, standing up angrily. "He's not a lab rat!"
"Calm down, young man. Mind your manners," Sebastian scolded, motioning for Sam to sit back down. "All I want to do is have him mind-read a few people, that's all. What I want him to do, though, is to see how far he can push his mind into them. How far back he can see, how clearly, and more importantly, if he can alter or erase those memories."
"I ne'er tried any o'that before. I try not to read anything at all. Half the time when I do, it's things I don't want to see, like with that boy, David. I don't want to see into people's heads. I want to be able to just touch people without 'aving to concentrate on trying not to read them," Rory confessed, his eyes watering.
Sebastian's features softened. "I don't mean to make you cry," he said soothingly. "It's important you find out the extent of your ability, don't you think? It could be valuable."
Again Sam was angry and made an outburst. "You're not going to exploit him like some sort of lie detector or computer!" he yelled. "Don't you see how upset you're making him?"
The sheriff removed a handkerchief from his blazer pocket and handed it to the boy. "Here, wipe your tears. Don't think of this as experimentation, Mr. Flanagan. Think of it as me helping you explore what you can do. Maybe in the process you can even discover a way to shut it off more easily. Maybe you'll even discover you have much more in that pretty head of yours to offer. All I want in exchange is a few readings from some guests of mine. It won't take you any time at all, I'm sure."
Sam started to say something but Sebastian cut his eyes at him. "Yes, I know, he's yours. But don't forget, Samuel, that I am your sheriff, and as such I can order you to let me do as I wish with him. Don't make me go that route; it's so unpleasant." Sam pursed his lips in agitation, knowing that Sebastian had him locked into a corner.
"Let him think about it," Sam said pointedly. "Give him twenty-four hours to think about it and make up his mind. I'll bring him back here tomorrow night and he can give you an answer. Whatever he decides, respect it. Can you agree to that?"
Sebastian chuckled, amused. "Setting terms, are we? Mr. Evans, your boldness arouses me. What balls you must have to make such demands. It's not often someone is so forward. I'll humor you, child. If he decides not to cooperate, then I'll release him and allow him to go about his business. Otherwise, I get to conduct these exercises with him as I need to."
The sheriff stood up and reached out with his hand. Rory leaned forward to shake it, sealing the agreement. Sam stared at the elder vampire, disgusted. "Let's get out of here," Sam said, standing up and taking Rory by the hand. The boy stood up as well, anxiously following Sam as he headed out of the door, leaving both of their drinks untouched.
Santana quickly came back into the room, noting the wide grin on Sebastian's face. "What's so amusing?" she asked.
"Oh, nothing. Just a little deal I made. I guess I should have been slightly clearer on the terms. I may have agreed to leave the boy alone if he chose, but what I forgot to mention was that as a result, Sam will be punished for insubordination on behalf of his human," the man stated. Santana simply grinned, moving behind the man and draping her arms over his chest. She then dug her nails into his chest, tearing off his shirt and spinning him around in the chair to face her. He grinned as she crawled up onto his lap, feverishly tearing at his pants, hiking up her dress. He pulled down the top of the dress to reveal her breasts to him, extended his fangs, and then bit into one of them, eliciting a moan from the woman. That was just the beginning of the night-long love making session between maker and progeny.