THE MUSICAL VAMPIRE MYSTERIES OF RORY FLANAGAN
Author's Notes: Halfway through the season! I started this story intending to do just a few chapters, but I started getting really into it, having so much fun with it, and decided to go on for a full season's worth of chapters—twelve. Confused? Shows like True Blood and other 'pay channels' tend to only have twelve episodes each, with no commercials. The stories are more compact and little to no 'filler'. Shows like Glee have twenty-two episodes, commercials, and often several 'filler' episodes with little to no plot advancement. Hence why TMatL is twenty-five (okay so I added a few!), and MVM is twelve. Just thought you might like that little insight of nothing.
Beta Credit: TVTime
Season 1, Episode 6: Aftermath
"I 'ave to be in the house, don't I?" Rory asked not long after he woke up. "How else will they know I was e'en there t'see they were… ye' know."
"I don't want you in that house again," Sam said firmly. "I couldn't find anything, and it even made me sick, and when a vampire feels sick over something, you know it's bad. I don't want you in there."
Rory sighed. He knew Sam was right—it wasn't a good idea to go back to the house, but he had to make sure the police were contacted, and he had to make sure Brittany was okay. She was an irresponsible airhead, but she was still a friend.
"How about this? We go t'the house, but I act like I'm running out o'it, scared. I'll call the police and when they're on their way, ye' can show up to be with me. Ye' can watch e'erything from across the street, just so ye' know I'm safe."
"Fine. What about Brittany? Your friend. What will you do about her?"
Rory frowned. "I don't know. I sent her a text like ye' said to, but all I said was that I would be out late and not to hurry home. That's all. Anything else and the police might suspect something. As soon as I call them, I'll call her and… Oh God, I don't want t'call her. I don't want to 'ave to tell her." A fresh wave of tears streamed down his face as he thought just how much more horrible it would be for Brittany, the only daughter of the now deceased Pierces, and her best friend in the world, the cat Lord Tubbington, just as gone.
Sam nodded but then gulped as he thought about the question he was about to pose. "I know you're upset, but… I want you to make a decision for me."
Rory scrunched up his face, wiping aside his tears. "Decision? About what?"
The vampire sat on the bed next to the teen and looked him in the eyes. "This is going to be difficult. Getting these cops involved, it makes things sticky. I don't want them to send you back to Ireland, or anything like that. Unless you choose to go back…"
Rory shook his head. "No, I want to stay here, with ye'. There's no reason I 'ave to go home yet!" he exclaimed. Sam couldn't help but smile. "So was that the decision? To stay or go?"
"No. This is. Do you want me to glamour the police so that you can come stay with me for a while? I'd take over as your legal guardian, just as the Pierces were. I'll only do it if you give me permission," Sam answered reluctantly. "I know I told you I hate doing it, but in this case… it's a necessary lie. Otherwise things might get a lot worse regarding your status here."
The teen sat there in deep thought for a moment. Sam was right. Once the police became involved, they very well may send him home, and that was the last thing he wanted right now. He wanted to be safe, and he wanted Brittany to be safe as well. Maybe glamouring would be the answer. Sam could force the cops into believing he was supposed to have been under Sam's care all along. He could make sure the guilt was aimed away from himself and maybe even find out some answers to their questions with the proper queries and mind control.
"What about Brittany? She's eighteen but she's too irresponsible t'take care o' herself. She can't be alone. But she can't be with us either. I don't see that goin' well. I 'ave to know she's going to be okay though. It's the least I can do for her after… this."
"I could have her stay with a friend or other family member if you like. That'd probably be best, one of her other family members is bound to have to help her with the paperwork and such. She could stay with them. That I can allow to happen the way it is. It's you that we have to uhh adjust for."
"I thought ye' didn't like t'do ye'r glamouring? Ye' said not t'ask ye' t'do it again," Rory said sullenly. "I can't ask ye' t'do it, Sam."
Sam continued to look into his ocean blue eyes. "I want to do this. This is different. I mean, I could just do it without you even knowing, but I didn't think it was right not to ask you. If you truly don't want me to do it, I won't, but just think about the consequences. You would be sent back home most likely. You may even be implicated in the… murders. Brittany would be lost without some sort of guidance or prompting, judging from what you tell me about her. I'm not going to force this to happen, but please think about it from both angles."
The teen looked away, frowning and sighing. There really wasn't much of a decision to make. Either Sam could glamour the police and have things go the way they needed them to, or Sam would just have to let things take their natural course. "Alright. Ye' can do it. Work ye'r magic so I can be here with ye'. And make sure they contact Brittany's family so she can stay with someone. I insist she is taken care of."
"Agreed," Sam said. He pulled the boy into a hug and kissed the top of his head. "Now let's get you dressed and put this plan of ours into action and get it over with. This whole thing sickens me, and I know it does you as well."
Rory nodded. "Yeah, let's get moving. The sooner we can get this done, the sooner we can make sure Brittany is safe and taken care of, and the sooner we can move forward. I wish ye' could make me forget it all. It's so awful."
"I wish I could glamour myself to forget. Sadly, I can't. Vampires can't glamour themselves or each other," Sam replied, standing up. "Come on, let's get moving."
"Right." Rory got up and unpacked some clothes from his suitcase. He changed, no longer shy in front of his boyfriend, and then hugged him tight. "Carry me?"
"Yes. Hold on tight. I'll drop you a couple of houses down, like always and then hide. I'll be watching you. Just go on in like normal, and wait long enough for you to have gone upstairs and seen… and then come out again, putting on the best panic attack you can muster. Any sign of trouble and I come out immediately."
"Panic attack, huh? That shouldn't be too hard. I'm pretty sure I'm still in panic mode," Rory commented.
The pair went downstairs and stepped outside of the door. Rory hopped up into Sam's arms, a funny sight really, since Rory was actually about an inch or two taller than Sam. Rory felt the wind rushing by him, the whistle in his ears, the breeze through his hair. It was amazing how fast Sam could run.
Moments later, after walking down the road to his now-former home, he was standing in front of the door to the Pierce residence, Sam in the shadows across the street, watching intently. It was time.
-ooo-
Feeling incredibly stupid for the theatrics, but also aware of the need for it, Rory stepped through the front door, but moved no further. Sam had told him to wait just long enough to have gone upstairs before coming back out, and those couple of minutes seemed like hours. The rancid odor was still present, the silence even creepier than before. It felt like he was standing at the doorway to Hell itself, standing in a passage to death. Finally, taking a deep breath, he let out the closest thing he could manage to a blood-curdling scream.
He then dashed out the door, almost wanting to laugh at the whole thing if it wasn't for the dire seriousness of it all. He started screaming for help right away, pulling out his phone and dialing nine-one-one. He saw a couple of lights already coming on in the house directly to the right, and across the street. Good, he had been heard. At least the foolishness wasn't for naught.
"I need help! There's been a murder in me house!" Rory cried into the phone. "What d'ya mean ye' can't un'erstand me? Help. Murder. Send help!" he barked into the phone, irritated. He had a thick accent but it wasn't so strong that simple words couldn't be made out. He verified the address, spelling it out very slowly as if the person on the other end was mentally impaired.
By then, the neighbors had come out to see what the commotion was.
"What's all this noise, kid!?" a middle-aged man shouted in the night. "People are trying to sleep!" The man was already stepping outside of his door and onto his porch, wearing a tacky robe that barely covered his protruding belly.
"There's been a murder!" Rory shouted back. The man seemed taken aback by the response and hotfooted it over to the Pierces' lawn, his slippers flying off into the grass as he ran.
"What're you talkin about? A murder, here?" he asked gruffly, looking from the teenager, toward the house, and back again..
An older lady came from across the street, wringing her hands. "Oh dear, I knew something was going to happen around here soon. I just knew it. It's those vampires I tell you. I bet one was right in that house!" she said, pointing her wrinkled finger at the house. She, too, was dressed in a robe, except it was so big it almost swallowed her frail frame.
"No, it couldn't 'ave been! There was blood e'erywhere! They wouldn't 'ave left all that blood!" Rory argued. Of course, they had to jump directly to blaming vampires. Stupid bigots! he thought. "It had to be something else! A crazy person or a monster!"
It was then that Sam ran up to them, at a human pace, grabbing and hugging the teen. "What's going on? What happened?" he asked hurriedly.
"The Pierces. They're dead, murdered," Rory replied, tears streaming down his face. "It has to be murder, they were… they were… I can't say it! It's horrible!" he shouted. Sam started to walk up to the house but Rory stopped him. "Don't go in there. The murderer could still be around!"
"Good point. Did you call the police?" he asked, stopping in his tracks.
The teen nodded. "They should be here soon I hope. It was awful!"
"Get away from him!" the old lady shouted, a look of recognition crossing her wrinkled face. She moved her trembling finger toward Sam. "You there, you get right away from him you vampire!"
The middle-aged man backed up. "Wait, this man is a vampire? How do you know?"
"I seen him around, in the store. Buying those Tru Bloods. Only them vampires drink that stuff. Boy, do you know he's a vampire?" the old lady croaked. "Do you know about him?"
Rory looked up at Sam, then back at the old lady. "Yes, ma'am. He's a good man; he's me friend."
The old lady snorted. "Good man my foot, boy! He isn't even a man, he's dead! I bet he's the one who did all this!"
"Ye' take that back! That's not true!" Rory shouted. He had expected the police to be skeptical, but he also knew Sam was prepared to handle them. He hadn't thought about neighbors knowing who Sam was, let alone what he was.
"Don't raise your voice to me, sonny!" the lady shouted back. "I been around a lot longer than you have, I know a thing or two about them vampires, way more than you do!"
Rory was about to go off on her again but he looked over at the middle-aged man, saw his disapproving glare. The portly man looked right at Sam, frowning, but then something weird occurred. They met eyes and the neighbor suddenly looked to be in a daze. It was the same look Mr. and Mrs. Pierce had on their faces when Sam was glamouring them.
"You don't want to get involved with this. You came out here to help the boy, but you don't think vampires did it. In fact, you insist they didn't do it, citing evidence that there was too much blood left for it to have been a vampire," Sam said as he drew the man into his eyes.
The neighbor looked over at the old lady. "Vampires didn't do this, Ethel. Like the kid said, if it had been, there wouldn't have been so much as a drop of blood left. This guy didn't do it," the man said to her, pointing his fat finger at Sam.
"He's done bewitched you with some sort of magic! I knows it!" Ethel screeched. She then got either brave or stupid and approached Sam, poking him in the chest with her bony finger. "Look here, you! You take that magic offa him right now! I's know you did this, you-"
Ethel stopped talking suddenly and her finger dropped from Sam's chest. "I didn't do anything, Ethel. I came to make sure my friend here was safe. Vampires didn't commit this crime. You came out here because you heard him scream and wanted to make sure the sweet boy was alright. More importantly, Ethel, you're concerned about the girl, Brittany. Her whereabouts, her safety."
Rory grinned to himself at Sam's glamouring. He would have been happier had Sam made her cluck like a chicken, pecking at the ground, but that sort of thing was above him. For now. If the lady continued on her tirade, the teen was very much likely to beg Sam to have her act like a farm animal.
Suddenly, Ethel changed her attitude. "Where's the girl? That sweet cheerleader. She wasn't in there was she?" she asked in a much softer tone than she had used before.
"No, ma'am, it was just her mum and dad," Rory replied, swallowing back a smirk. "And her cat. Her poor kitty cat."
"Well, you're okay it seems. Does she have one of those portable telephones? See where she is, tell her she needs to come home straight away," the elderly woman instructed. Rory nodded and pulled out his cell phone, dialing his roommate.
"Brittany? Hi, it's Rory. I need ye' to come home right away," he said. "I uh... I don't know. Just come home, now," Rory said sternly. "Okay, see ye' soon."
Rory turned toward Sam, his eyes filled with worry. He knew the only reason he was maintaining any sense of sanity at the moment was because he had Sam with him to keep him safe, otherwise he would have gone into a state of shock long ago.
"Well, is the sweetheart on her way?" Ethel asked anxiously. The fat man, who still hadn't given his name, simply watched them with a dull look in his eyes.
"Yes, ma'am. She's on her way now," Rory answered.
It wasn't much longer before Brittany arrived, as did the police. There were several cop cars and numerous officers. Everything became a sudden blur as Brittany tried to get in the house, but nobody would let her. Officers asked Rory a ton of questions, most of which he responded to just by letting words flow from his mouth, unsure what he was even saying. Overall he knew Sam was going to take care of the situation, but it was still overwhelming.
A female officer took Brittany aside and sat her down in the seat of one of the cars. She was obviously explaining to her that her family was dead as well as her cat, and the cheerleader went into a fit of hysterics. Gone was her air-headed persona, but instead a dramatic, emotional, confused and hurt girl bawling in the arms of the officer. The words coming from her muffled sobs were incoherent, mindless blabber. The words of the heartbroken.
Time passed by at varied speeds. One moment there were cops asking more questions, the next there seemed to be nothing going on but waiting around. Then when ambulances arrived the two bodies of the victims were wheeled out in body bags on stretchers. Brittany lost it again, screaming madly for her mom and dad. Eventually she was forced to be sedated. The EMT was standing in the way when someone walked past with Lord Tubbington, also in a much smaller body bag, shielding her from seeing yet another troubling sight.
Rory noticed that Sam seemed to be taking each officer aside, one by one, talking to them under the guise of a social worker. It was a far stretch, he didn't even look like a professional anything, and it was surely an odd time for a social worker to be present, but with his skill in glamouring, he succeeded in doing exactly what needed to be done.
As some of the police began to clear out, one of the officers approached the pair, suggesting that they go home. "There's nothing more that you can do here right now. I suggest you both go home and rest." She then turned her attention to Rory, noticeably forcing herself to remain stoic. "We have your number in case we need your assistance. You'll be going home with Mr. Evans here, correct?" the female officer asked.
"Yes, ma'am. I'll be taking care of Rory for now, and it will be just fine. Everyone else is aware of the situation," Sam said, taking over the conversation and looking the woman in the eyes.
"Certainly, sir. I bid you a safe trip home, and take safety precautions. Lock all doors, keep some outdoor lights on, check that all windows are locked, and have your phone next to your bed just in case. I'm sure you'll be fine, but play it safe," the woman instructed.
Both boys thanked her and walked down the street a few houses away, and then ducked into the shrubbery. Rory felt the rush of air against his skin yet again as he held onto Sam's neck. The deed was done. Sam had glamoured everyone, the authorities were taking care of the case, and Brittany was taken to the hospital to wait for her grandmother to watch after her in her sedated state. Grandmother Pierce would see to it the cheerleader was well taken care of, the further away, the better.
-ooo-
"Are you alright?" Sam asked once they had returned to his home. The boy nodded slowly, but it was apparent that the night's events were catching up with him. "You're not, I can tell."
"I'll be fine," Rory replied. "What about ye'? Are ye' okay? All that glamour magic, doesn't it tire ye' out or anything?"
Sam took the teen's hand as they walked up the stairs to the bedroom. "It does give me a headache after a while. So many people, one after the other. I'll just rest extra well when I sleep."
"Can ye' e'er sleep at night? Or be awake during the day?"
"I could, yes. But it's pretty pointless to be awake during the day when I can't go anywhere. I have to stay in, and that's assuming the house is light-proof. Any sunlight gets in, it can hurt me. Seems all the more sensible to just go with how it's always been. Awake at night, sleep during the day. A hundred-fifty-three years worth of habit would be hard to change anyway," the blonde replied. They sat down on the bed together, holding hands and snuggling up against each other.
"I was just curious," Rory trailed off. He looked up at Sam and smiled. "Thank ye'. For e'erything tonight."
Sam hugged him tight, planting a soft kiss on the boy's mouth. "Of course. I'd do anything for you," he whispered. "I love you," he said softly, not even realizing the words left his mouth. They simply flowed out as natural as breathing.
The vampire could sense the teen's blood warm, the increased flutter of his heartbeat, the excitement in his pulse. That was all the sign he needed to know that Rory had heard him.
"I love ye', too, Sam," Rory whispered back. He moved his head and kissed Sam, their tongues exploring each other's mouths. Rory could feel Sam's fangs in their retracted state, a strange sensation, like hard, sharp bumps behind where his eyeteeth were. It was the first time he had really noticed them while kissing. He ran his tongue over the strange lumps, his sudden curiosity impeding on his desires.
"Be careful, they're sharp," Sam cautioned, pulling back slightly.
"Can I touch them?" the teen asked timidly. Sam smiled and bared his sharp teeth, displaying them for the first time for him. Rory reached out with his finger and ran the tip along the sharp edge, then around the front. "Wow…" his whispered. He pushed gently on Sam's tooth and the man retracted his fangs, the younger teen's finger following back until he was touching the fang. It felt a little odd having someone examine his mouth so closely, but Sam was actually finding Rory's curiosity endearing. The boy was truly fascinated and not the least bit unnerved.
Rory let his finger drop from Sam's teeth to his bottom lip, running his finger across the tender flesh. "They're neat," he stated simply. He then pulled his digit back all the way and leaned forward, their mouths meeting. Rory continued to run his tongue along the ivory tusks of his boyfriend, the hard lumps no longer feeling foreign. The vampire started to feel nervous, not wanting the teen to cut himself accidentally, nor was he sure how much longer he could contain his excitement to keep his fangs retracted to begin with. It was one thing to bare them on purpose, but if they popped out while kissing, he could damage the boy's tongue.
Rory sucked in on Sam's bottom lip, nibbling gently and massaging it with his tongue. To be so inexperienced, he surely knew what he was doing. Their hands began to roam, touching the bare skin of their arms, slipping under the hems of their shirts to feel the firm flesh of their torsos.
They fell back onto the bed, Rory straddling Sam, pulling the vampire's shirt up to his neck, exposing his toned physique. Rory's eyes widened as he was finally able to appreciate the sight before him. He had seen it before, but this was different; this was during a time of arousal. He reached out to touch the tight muscles on Sam's chest, massaging with his fingers.
At first it was odd to be touching Sam so lustfully. He had wanted to touch him all along. He had wanted to see the man in his nude form, bared just for the pair of them, but he knew before that he wasn't ready. But now… Rory had no more time to even process the unexpected feelings before Sam took the lead.
In a flash, Rory found himself on his back, Sam above him. Sam had flipped them over so that it was he who had Rory's shirt to his neck, exposing his chest. Rory wasn't built like Sam in the least. He was closer to an average physique, with only a little muscle and little to no definition. It was that normality that Sam found so arousing. Over one-hundred years with other vampires like himself who had perfect bodies made him crave something different, something human. Something a little less 'perfect'.
Sam leaned down and began to hungrily kiss the teen, holding his wrists down near his head. They both began to moan in arousal as Sam bucked his hips against Rory's, their growing erections rubbing against each other through their jeans.
The elder teen reached down between them and unbuttoned both pairs of jeans, allowing them both to 'breathe' just a little more. He still had Rory's wrists above his head with one hand, the teen frantic to let his hands get ahold of what he was so desperately desiring.
They continued to kiss, Sam attempting to maintain control but having little success. He could feel himself wanting to let loose. He could feel his teeth wanting to shift, a normal effect of vampire ecstasy.
"How far do you want to go?" Sam whispered in the boy's ear. "It's your decision how far we take this tonight."
"All the way," Rory replied breathlessly. "I want t'be ye'rs, Sam. I want ye' t'be me first."
Grinning, Sam reached between them again and shucked off his own jeans and underwear, and in a swift movement, they found themselves completely nude on the bed. Sam laid atop his boyfriend as they ground their groins into each other, feeling the slickness of their dripping erections. Sam knew the teen could only take but so much before he went over the edge, and the boy seemed to so eagerly want as much as he could.
"Oh me god Sam, this is amazin'! Just feeling ye' like this!" Rory exclaimed breathily. Never in his sixteen years did he think that someone would actually want to be this intimate with him, yet here he was with this blonde Adonis, cocks rubbing against each other in a slick mess.
With one hand, Sam still held the teen's wrists above his head, and with his other hand he slid his palm between their bodies, wrapping his strong fingers around Rory's aching cock, the teen gasping in surprise. Before he could say anything, Sam kissed him, all the while slowly stroking his hand up and down the firm shaft. The elder teen used the foreskin to his advantage, tweaking the sensitive tissue between his fingertips, rolling his thumb around the teen's wet slit and then finally beginning an agonizingly slow downward stroke, all to do it over again.
"You've never been touched like this before? By anyone?" Sam asked quietly.
"No… ne'er," Rory answered, his embarrassment pushed aside by raging hormones. "I thought I would ne'er get to be touched like this by someone. I ne'er thought-"
Sam placed his finger over the boy's lips, silencing him. "Well, I'm touching you now. I'm going to let go of your wrists and you can touch me the way you've wanted to touch a man. Don't be afraid. Let your desires guide your hands."
With that declaration, the vampire released his grip on Rory's wrists. It didn't take the boy long to do just as Sam had instructed, his hands quickly finding Sam's firm, toned back, fingertips massaging into the tight flesh.
The elder teenager slowed his stroking for fear of bringing things to an end all too soon. He reveled in the pleasure that came from feeling his much younger boyfriend's hands explore his smooth, yet cool and dry, muscles. He was being touched by someone who actually loved him, in ways he hadn't been touched in ages. Not by anyone that mattered
Rory's palms brushed over Sam's back, down to his rear. He squeezed tight, Sam letting out a quiet moan of approval. Pleased, the boy motioned for Sam to back off just a bit so he could touch the man's muscular, hairless chest. It was amazing to finally feel a man's pectorals under his palms. As he let himself roam, he paused slightly to tweak the vampire's pert nipples, then moved further down until his hands were wrapped around Sam's manhood, Sam's very impressively sized manhood.
"Were ye' this big e'en as a human?" Rory asked shyly. Sam giggled slightly.
"Yeah. Kinda runs in the family I think. My dad was lucky and my brother looked like he might be, too," the vampire replied. "Wait! That sounded horrible! It was the old days and modesty didn't happen a whole lot and-" Sam stopped babbling while both of them burst into laughter for a moment before the raging testosterone took back over.
Regaining his hungry desires, Rory knew it was time to ask his boyfriend to do what he had been wanting to do ever since seeing the act in porn. "Sam, I want to…" the Irishman began, but couldn't finish his sentence. Despite their current situation, he was still rather shy to express what he wanted to do with his boyfriend. Sam urged him on, assuring him that it was alright to express himself. "I want to… ye' know, put me mouth on ye'."
The vampire grinned, happy to oblige. In a flash, Sam was on his back and now Rory was above him. "This leaves you in total control. If you don't like it, stop," he said. He secretly hoped that the boy would love it, for one of his favorite things over the decades had been to receive a very skilled blow job.
Rory moved down so that he was lying on his stomach, leaning on his elbows, his head very close to Sam's groin. He decided he would simply start with what he saw in the porn movies and hopefully instinct would take over. With one hand he held the base of the shaft, and then slowly got his mouth very close to the tip. He stuck out his tongue and licked the head, tasting a man's pre-seed for the first time.
The salty taste didn't deter the teen in the least. In fact, he found he liked the flavor as he continued to lick the glans, then cocked his head to the side to go up and down the trunk of the shaft, the sensations shooting through Sam already giving the man chills.
Sam watched the boy intently, all the more turned on by the fact that Rory had chosen him to share this moment with. It had been quite a while since he had a mouth on his manhood and the fact that it was his boyfriend made it all the better.
Feeling more relaxed and comfortable, Rory finally opened his mouth wide and lowered his head onto Sam's raging hard cock. He made a slight gagging noise as the large member rubbed against his throat, but he simply pulled back a little. Sealing his lips around the flesh, his instincts did in fact kick in, and he let them take over.
"Oh God, you're so good at that!" Sam sighed. "Please don't stop…"
Rory had no intention of stopping anytime soon. He loved the feeling of Sam's thick, leaking member in his mouth, the texture of the sensitive organ tickling his tongue in just the right way. He sucked hungrily, bobbing his head up and down, moving his hands down to massage the man's heavy balls.
Sam was groaning loudly, biting his bottom lip. He lost himself, putting his hands on Rory's head. He didn't push down, however, but merely ran his fingers through the boy's chocolate locks, his fingernails digging into his scalp as the boy worked on him. Sam arched his hips up slightly in rhythm with the sucking, very gently thrusting into the teen's insatiable mouth.
Sam was lost in his ecstasy when he noticed the warmth on his cock waning. He glanced down to see Rory working him more slowly, the inexperienced teen most likely tiring out as often happened with any amateur. He smiled as Rory paused, looking up at him with nervous eyes.
"That was wonderful," the vampire praised. He motioned for the boy to lie on him and kiss him again. By the time they were finished with their lip-lock, Rory was on his back, Sam hovering over him. "Your turn now," he teased, edging himself down the bed.
"What about ye'r teeth? What if they-"
"I'll be careful. Very careful. I promise," Sam assured him, locking eyes with the teen. "It will take every tiny ounce of control for me, but I swear you will get nothing but enjoyment from this." He was lying on his stomach, on his elbows just as Rory had been minutes before, his face directly in the teen's crotch.
"Ye' don't 'ave to do it if it's that much trouble," Rory said with a tinge of sadness in his voice. Sam looked up at him again, his eyes silencing him.
"Just trust me. Relax, and feel the sensations. It'll be great," the vampire stated. He licked his lips and then placed a gentle kiss on the tip of his boyfriend's erection, tasting the few drops of precum in the slit.
When Sam finally began sucking on him, Rory's entire body exploded inside. The pleasure was nothing like he had imagined. The thick lips, the cool mouth, the wetness, the suction. All of it combined to send pulse after pulse of energy through the boy's body. He moaned loudly as Sam worked on him with an expertise gained over decades of experience.
Sam continued his painfully slow oral ministrations on the virgin teen, forcing him to savor every single wave that flowed through his body. Sam sensed the boy was close, felt the quivering of his body, the quickening of his breaths, the racing of his heart, and heard the whimpering coming from his mouth. Not wanting things to end too soon, the vampire finally stopped, scooting back up to kiss him.
"Not just yet. I want this to last for you," the blonde said, nuzzling his head against the brunette's smooth chest. He let his fingers rest in the fine, dark brown hairs of the teen's pubes, but didn't give his aching organ any attention. "Do you want me to take you?"
Rory was normally oblivious to alternate meanings of words, however this time he fully understood what Sam meant. Sam wanted to make love to him. Completely.
"Y-yes. I want to feel what it's like, ye' know, with ye' inside me," Rory replied, his voice a little unsure.
"You know this isn't going to be easy?" Sam whispered in his ear. Neither of them thought anything of their hushed voices; no one was there to hear them, yet the quietness added to the eroticism. "Are you sure you want to do this? It's going to hurt at first."
"I'm sure. I trust ye'," Rory replied between heaving breaths. "I want t'be ye'rs. Just like ye' said. I don't trust anyone else, just ye'," he said softly.
Sam could feel his ragged breaths, see the begging in his eyes, sense the intense heat of his blood. Every sign of the boy's body screamed for the vampire to take the teen to the end.
"Please, Sam… I want it, I want ye'."
Ever the gentleman, Sam was happy to oblige his young lover. "Protection won't be necessary since I can neither carry nor pass along any form of disease to you, so don't be alarmed when you see that there are no condoms here."
Rory simply nodded, having not even given thought to the safety issue. He just assumed that Sam would do what was appropriate, and that with healing blood, anything could be fixed anyhow. Things like disease seemed rather trivial compared to the ability to heal a human body.
"Bend your knees and spread your legs so I can get to you," the vampire instructed. He gently guided Rory into the position he wanted, the teen on his back, legs parted for his access. Rory flinched slightly when he felt something sticky and wet touching his opening.
"Blood, saliva, and precum are the body's natural lubricants," Sam explained as his spit slicked finger pressed up against the virgin ass. He had pierced his fingertip with his fang, allowing it to bleed just enough to massage into the boy to lessen his pain as he prepared to be penetrated.
"It feels weird…." Rory said with a slight giggle.
Sam grinned. "Just wait until…" He pressed his finger harder until the tight muscle loosened just enough to admit him. "That probably feels weird, but remember this above anything else while we do this. Breathe. If it hurts, take deep breaths. Relax yourself. Relax your muscles." The entire time he repeated the mantra, he pushed further in right up until he felt the tip of his finger find the target – the walnut of Rory's prostate.
The younger teen let out a yelp of pleasant surprise as his most sacred spot was touched for the very first time. He had never even explored himself this way before, and the sudden, unexpected sensation was too much to keep contained as Sam continued to massage the boy with his fingertip.
Several minutes passed as the vampire gently rubbed the gland, pressing a bit harder to insert a second finger. The boy beneath him was so lost in euphoria that he never even felt the third finger until Sam stopped moving his digits altogether.
"You realize you have three of my fingers inside of you?" he asked with a grin. "I think you might be ready for me."
"What do ye' need me t'do?" Rory asked nervously. Sam smiled and kissed him gently before answering.
"Just put your legs up on my shoulders, and relax. It might feel uncomfortable at first, but shouldn't be any worse than my fingers. Just remember how great it felt when I first touched you inside, and then imagine how amazing it will feel when it's my cock pressing up against it."
It had been a long time since Sam had deflowered someone, particularly a male, but he was determined to make it good for him. "Let your hands roam how they want. Touch me, touch yourself, let them be free however you want. Just let your body go and I'll take care of the rest. Don't be afraid. You made it this far, it's only gonna get better from here."
Rory nodded, their eyes meeting and locking. Sam guided the teen's legs up, leaning against him. Rory never noticed that Sam had cut his hand on his fangs before reaching down and guiding himself up against the tight, virgin opening. Sam pressed gently, using his free hand to massage his boyfriend's chest.
"Just relax, deep breaths," the vampire cooed as he leaned down close and pushed, the head of his dick forcing its way past the ring of muscle. He could sense the boy's heartbeat increase, his heart pounding in his chest. "Relax, calm down. Don't be scared"
"But Sam… it hurts," Rory replied, a pained expression on his face. "It's way bigger than your fingers!" Even as he complained, Rory felt a slight tingling sensation, which Sam quickly explained as the effect of his blood easing the pain and healing the muscles as they strained to accommodate his manhood. Never once did he take his eyes off the boy, not even to blink.
"Breathe in real deep now," Sam instructed. When Rory breathed in, that's when Sam pushed further in. "Deep breath again," he said. He continued to rub the boy's chest, his other hand no longer needed to guide his erection inside, he gripped Rory's still-aching dick and gave it a stroke.
"One more deep breath…" and with that, Sam pushed the rest of the way in, the head of his cock meeting the walnut, the teen beneath him gasping loudly. "I'll wait a minute while you get used to it, but then I'm gonna move real slow. As we keep going, you'll eventually be able to handle me moving faster. Don't think about it, just let it happen."
"I'm nervous," the Irish teen admitted shyly. Sam placed his finger over his lips, signaling him to silence.
"Don't be. Let your mind relax just like your body. Don't think about anything, just let the pleasure take over. I can sense everything about your body, I know what you can handle, and I know when you're close. Don't be afraid to fall apart. You'll be in heaven."
It was surprisingly easy for Rory to clear his mind; it was one of the first tricks he taught himself to block the memories he was assaulted with. His head was completely relaxed, his hands taking control of themselves as they roamed over Sam's muscular chest all the way down to his firm ass.
Having watched plenty of porn on the internet, Rory had expected them both to be sweating like mad, their bodies engulfed in intense heat, but he realized that it was only himself burning and sweating. Sam's body was cool, maybe warmer by a single degree, but he did not sweat.
Rory wasn't sure when Sam sped up more, and he wasn't sure when Sam started to thrust harder, or even how long it was all going on, but he could feel every single wave surge throughout himself as his prostate was relentlessly slammed, over and over. His hands continued to explore, one of them fighting Sam's hand for control over his own cock. Sam won out, grinning.
"Squeeze my ass. Pull me inside of you. Let your fingers touch me," the vampire urged, craving some attention to his own rear.
The teen did as he was encouraged, gripping the man's tight cheeks, squeezing with all of his might. He could feel his fingernails scratching against him as he spread the globes, inching his fingers toward the man's own entrance. It was all he could do to reach with the vampire thrusting so vigorously, but he finally found his target and gently teased the pulsating pucker.
Sam could already feel himself getting close, something that was a little out of character for him. He could normally go for long periods of time, hours even, but something about this particular time brought him so much closer so much faster. He could sense the rhythms in Rory's body as well—he too was close.
"Bite me, Sam," Rory said as Sam continued to thrust into him. "Please, I want to feel it."
"No, no you don't. You're lost in your enjoyment and you don't know what you're asking. Just take this how it is right now. You're so close," Sam replied, hoping the boy would drop it. No such luck, however, as Rory turned his head so that his neck was right there in Sam's face, his veins throbbing strongly under the tender flesh.
"Please, do it. Do it and we'll finish t'gether," Rory insisted. He had no idea where these primal desires were coming from, but at that moment he wanted nothing more than for Sam to completely take him, which included being bitten.
Sam couldn't take it anymore-the throbbing vein in the boy's neck, the insistent begging, the growing fire in their groins. He leaned his head down, pressed his fangs against his boyfriend's neck, and bit into the tender flesh.
Rory cried out in pain, but instead of a sensation that destroyed his arousal, it only heightened it. He felt himself completely fall apart beneath Sam, feeling his seed spreading between their bodies as Sam continued to thrust deep into him, while also drinking the life force that the teen knew the vampire coveted so much.
Sam's climax overtook him as he began to imbibe the ruby-colored substance from the boy's neck, finishing up with several powerful thrusts that left his cum deep inside of his lover.
As their orgasms subsided, Sam slid out of him and Rory's body returned to a tensed state. Sam had finished feeding on him, leaning back on his haunches, blood dripping from his mouth. Rory reached up and pulled him down on top of him, kissing him, tasting his own blood on the vampire's roving tongue.
When he broke the kiss, Sam cut his own wrist with his fangs and rubbed the blood over the wounds he had caused, forcing them to heal instantly. Finally, he collapsed next to the boy, both of them panting, and sated. The vampire could feel the slickness of Rory's sweat and seed between both of their bodies, the burning of the boy's blood finally beginning to subside.
After a few minutes of afterglow, Sam sat up on his elbows and looked over at Rory. "I didn't drink much, I promise. You'll be fine in a day, max," he said.
"That's okay. I like orange juice, lots o' orange juice. That should perk me right up," he replied with a smile. "So, how did I taste?"
Sam smirked. "Like liquid gold. The most amazing taste I have ever experienced. I feel something I never felt before. Your blood must be special, more special than anyone else's."
"I bet ye' tell that to all the boys," the teen joked.
"No, just you. I mean, I feel… stronger somehow," Sam replied. Rory didn't respond except for a contented sigh. "Are you okay with everything we did?" the vampire asked, his voice laced with concern.
"Yes. Yes, I really am. I loved it. E'ery bit o' it. I want it again, and again," Rory admitted.
Sam smiled at him. "Good. I'm happy to hear you say that. It was amazing for me, too. It'll be all I can do to not ravage you every chance I get now."
"Who says ye' can't?" Rory asked playfully.
Sam chuckled. "Nature. If I drink too much of you, too fast, it can seriously hurt or even kill you. What I drank of you tonight was more than enough for a week. Your body needs to recover, and it can't do that if it isn't given enough time."
The teen nodded, a little disappointed. "That doesn't mean we can't make love, though. It just means I can't bite you every time," Sam explained.
"I can live with that," Rory replied. "I feel so tired now, more than before. Me entire body aches, every inch inside and out."
"Yeah, you'll be a little sore. You took a lot for a first time. You took me for almost an hour, and you don't even know it. Most guys barely last a few minutes their first time. You will definitely be tired, and you definitely are going to ache for a while. And even feel weak.. Loss of blood. That's why it's important to get your rest, drink lots of orange juice, and take some vitamin B. It helps with your blood count. I'll get you some and you should start taking it every day from now on."
"Okay. I un'erstand. Juice, vitamins, and rest." Suddenly the teenager began to giggle. Sam looked at him, confused. "Sorry! I just thought… if only Kurt and Mercedes knew what we did! They would 'ave the biggest fit!" He then saw Sam's face begin to shift from concern to fear. "Oh I don't plan on telling them! I didn't mean that, I promise."
Deciding to only reply with a gentle smile, Sam rolled over and pulled Rory into him so they were hugging, their sides against the bed. They continued to cuddle for several minutes before they realized what time it was: close to dawn. They were covered in blood, sweat, and semen, and could benefit not only from a shower but change of bed sheets as well. After that, Sam needed to 'go to ground' for the day.
"Sam, can I see ye'r… where ye' sleep?"
Sam bit his bottom lip nervously. He had never shown anyone where he slept before—it was one of the biggest taboos in vampire culture to show a human where he slept, but this was Rory. His boyfriend. Someone he loved, and trusted. Besides, Rory could technically be classified as a supernatural being due to his special abilities. They weren't anything a normal human could do.
"Yes. But never tell anyone else, ever. A vampire is in his most vulnerable state when he's asleep. It's a very deep sleep, deeper than humans ever know. We're sound sleepers. Noise doesn't wake us the way it would a human. That's why it's so dangerous for people to know where we rest," Sam explained.
"Oh…" Rory said softly. "Well, ye' don't 'ave t'show me."
The vampire smiled and stood up, taking the teen by the hand. They shared a quick shower, washing blood and cum away from their bodies. Once they were dry, Rory put on a pair of pajama pants, Sam opting for simple boxer briefs.
"I want you to tuck me in tonight, Rory," Sam said with a grin. He grabbed the teen's hand and led him downstairs. They turned a corner and Sam opened the closet door under the stairwell. Inside it was empty.
"Ye' sleep in a closet?"
Without saying a word, Sam let go of Rory's hand and crouched down on the floor. He ran his hand over the floorboards, feeling for a tiny notch. Finding it, he dug his finger underneath and pulled up, revealing a hidden staircase.
"Come on, down here. Watch your step," Sam instructed. When he got to the bottom, he flipped a switch and an overhead light came on, bathing the room in a soft glow. It was a basement, empty except for one thing in the middle.
"It's… is it a coffin?" Rory asked nervously. "Ye' sleep in a coffin?"
Sam chuckled. "Well sort of. It's a light-tight bed, made especially for vampires. It's cushioned all inside like a coffin, and there're no holes of any kind. No possible way for light to come in."
"No air holes?" the human asked. After a moment the realization hit him. "No, there wouldn't be. Ye' don't 'ave to breathe," he stated. "Then why…?"
"Why was I panting as much as you were? It's hard to explain. A body has certain rhythms it follows, autonomous actions that go on without you ever knowing it's happening. Things that you could control if you wanted to, but ninety-nine percent of the time, your body is in control. Breathing is one of those things. I don't have to have air to live, but my body continues to 'breathe'."
Rory stared down at the coffin-like bed, mesmerized. "Can I lay in it a moment? Just a moment, to see if it's comfortable enough for ye'? Ye' 'ave to be comfortable or else I want ye' to get a new one."
Sam smiled. "Just for a second. I don't want you turning blue in there." He guided Rory to the edge of the box and motioned for him to get inside. The boy stepped into the cushioned bed, sat down and then laid back. He nodded at his boyfriend, who carefully closed the lid.
Lying in a coffin was a surreal experience. It was dark, so dark that his eyes couldn't even adjust to it. It was like he was seeing the same thing he saw in Sam's head when he touched him. A void. The air was already thinning, and the entire thing felt like it was starting to close in around him, as if it were getting smaller, or he bigger. He reached up with his hands and felt only the soft fabric a few inches above him. He began to feel panic rise in his body, his heart pounding. He started to slam his fists into the lid, demanding exit.
His vision was suddenly flooded with light as the lid of the coffin was raised, fresh air rushing back into his lungs. Rory quickly got up and out of the bed and backed away. "There's no way I could sleep in there!" he exclaimed.
Sam laughed, taking the teen's hands in his. "I imagine you couldn't. It takes getting used to. Trust me, it beats dark, dank caves and under the floorboards of a house. It's not meant for you, though."
"There's nothing else ye' can sleep in? Something bigger? The size of a regular bed, or why not just seal off the room from light and sleep like ye' do upstairs?" Rory questioned.
The vampire thought a moment. It wasn't easy to explain the culture of vampires, or the idiosyncrasies. Some of it still didn't even make sense to him, let alone to humans. "It's time for me to go to sleep now. You could use some rest, too."
Rory was disappointed Sam didn't answer his question, but he didn't need to read a memory or thoughts to understand what the vampire's lack of response meant: Sam had no idea why he chose to adhere to the typical vampire sleeping arrangement.
The pair hugged, kissed and held each other. Sam stepped into the coffin, sat down, and then lay back. Rory stood over him, knowing he was expected to close the lid, and bade him goodnight, but when his hands touched the lid, he quickly snatched them back.
"I can't do it!" the teen cried. "It looks too much like ye'r dead, like I'm burying ye'! I can't!" He fell to his knees, holding his head in confusion. "I know it's okay, but I just can't. It's the mental picture."
Sam reached out and grabbed Rory's hand. "It's okay. I'll wait for you to go back upstairs. On your way out, flip the switch for me, and when you reach the top, slid the boards back into place and close the door. Then go upstairs to the bed and go to sleep."
Rory nodded. "Okay. I'm sorry. It's just... to me, ye'r not dead. Ye'r as alive as I am, and closing ye' up in that coffin…"
"Don't apologize. Just give me one more kiss goodnight," Sam said, smiling. Rory leaned over and kissed him. "I love you, Rory. I'll see you when the sun goes down."
"I love ye' too, Sam. Night doesn't come fast enough for me anymore."
"By the way, your hands were hot when you came out of the coffin. We need to look into that, and soon," Sam added as an afterthought. Rory didn't say anything; he simply walked to the switch, turned it off and ascended the stairs. He heard the faint sound of the lid closing down just as he slid the boards back into place. He closed the closet door and went back to the bedroom. He lay awake for almost half an hour, thinking. There has to be a way he can sleep outside of that coffin. Maybe we could even sleep together. Why can't we just put a bed down there, seal off the room from light? He kind of dodged the question. I want to wake up next to him though. I want to be held while I fall asleep. There has to be a way.
He finally fell asleep, not waking up until the next afternoon, an hour before his shift began at the Lima Bean.
-ooo-
Sam sat in his small cave, lighting a fire with some kindling and stones since he had no matches or other method of starting a flame. It wasn't so much the warmth he needed but the light, and the familiarity. The vampire who turned him had left him on his own, having grown tired of his new progeny after Sam refused to continue with his disgusting ways of rape and murder upon witnessing those very things happening to a child no older than his own brother. When a new man, handsome and alluring, had come along, he had utterly captivated the maker's attentions and urged an uttering of some nonsensical phrase that apparently released Sam of any bonds he and his maker had. He left not long after with the handsome man and was never heard from again. Most likely he went to another country as the attractive man had a thick French accent.
Even after ten years, the transition into vampiredom was still difficult. Sam yearned to see his family again, just to know they were at least safe, but he had been forbidden. At least he had been forbidden under his maker's command, but released he was now able to do what he pleased. However, Sam couldn't bear to cause his family the pain of seeing him like this, so he hid in the woods at nightfall and waited for them to go inside from their busy day of farming. He crept up to the window of the kitchen and looked inside, keeping himself out of sight.
It was 1870 and his younger siblings had grown immensely since the last time Sam had seen them—the day he died. Steven had a growth spurt and had grown his hair into a shaggy blonde style. Sam could see his strong arms flexing in his shirt, proof that the boy had taken up his older brother's role in the fields. Stacy was a beautiful young lady, her hair longer than her mother's and pulled back in a loose plait. She had a certain glow about her face, something he recalled from her childhood. Stacy had always been pretty, and always had a personality filled with cheerfulness and purity. It was something he would learn over the years that most people lacked.
Sam's mother had aged, but still looked like a fine woman. He could see that time and work were getting to her as she moved slower than he remembered, and she seemed tired, moreso than she ever had in her younger years. She would be in her forties, which for that time period was getting quite close to 'old age'.
Mr. Evans hadn't changed much. Still a burly man with a short beard, and large, muscled arms. He led the family in prayer before dinner began, something that recently Sam had tried to get back into doing. However, it was hard to continue believing in the Lord when he felt so forsaken in his situation.
The vampire watched them going through the motions of dinner, chatting happily, eating their mother's excellent food. Curiosity was still in him and he watched a while longer to see what they did during their spare time. Stacy sat in a chair, working on sewing a dress, while Mrs. Evans worked on a shirt for her son. Mr. Evans sat at a table with a knife and block of wood, carving something into it—a bird it looked like. It was only partially finished, but the man seemed to be focused deeply on his project. Steven sat on the floor with a book of paper, writing. Sam assumed it must be a journal of some kind.
When he couldn't take it anymore, he slipped away back into the woods and off to his cave. His face was stained red with the bloody tears. His maker had left him and thrown him out of the small home they had taken, leaving him with nothing. Sam sought out his cave from when he was turned, some place he had identified as familiar and comforting at the time. He was all alone, and he couldn't even see his family. Knowing that they were safe and happy was enough, and he vowed to himself he wouldn't peek in on them again, for his own sanity.
-ooo-
As soon as Tina picked Rory up that afternoon, she began asking questions about the murders. Word traveled fast in Lima, especially about another murder. Well, two more murders, plus a pet. Despite her onslaught of questions, Rory wasn't annoyed in the least. Instead he told her what he and Sam had agreed to tell others, and she was satisfied. It was the same exact stories that Sam had fed in his glamours regarding Rory's living situation.
The moment he walked into the Lima Bean, he was assaulted with more questions from both Kurt and Mercedes, the pair practically drowning him in hugs of relief. He rehashed his story once again, Kurt turning paler than normal as if he were going to faint. Mercedes was whispering prayers as she listened to him. He waited for admonishments from both of them, somehow blaming the situation on vampires, but after his description of the bodies, the massive amounts of blood, and the help from Sam, neither one of his friends said a word against Sam or vampires in general. Rory hoped it was a step in the right direction, that perhaps they were finally going to see that vampires weren't responsible for every bad thing in the world, and that some of them were actually good people.
Rory expected a summons from Mike, but oddly enough aside from a friendly hug and telling him how happy he was that Rory was safe, Mike said little else about the incident. He offered Rory the night off—something that was happening far too often as of late—but the teen refused, insisting that he needed the money, and he needed to do something to get his mind off of things. The idea of being alone inside the house didn't settle too well with him either. Sure, Sam was right downstairs, but he was also stowed away in his coffin. That didn't exactly make for good company. Besides, being around his friends made him feel safer in Sam's absence.
Later on, during a lull in the business of the evening, Kurt approached Rory as he was taking a short break, sipping on a glass of orange juice. "What was it that you did to me the other night? The heat and the flashing and all that. What was it?"
The teen shrugged. "I don't know," he replied. Kurt eyed him skeptically. "Honest. I don't know. It just happened that one time and I don't know what triggered it," he went on. It was a tiny fib, but he didn't care to explain about the mentally-fried boys he had tried to read, nor the exciting flight across the room when his hands fired up. "I really am sorry, Kurt. I didn't mean to do that. I can't control it. Ye' know I would ne'er hurt ye' on purpose."
"I forgive you. You do owe me a pair of pants though," Kurt replied, not particularly joking. "I asked Blaine about it, the hot flash. If it was some sort of magic," the barista added. Blaine, his boyfriend, happened to be Wiccan, and was also well versed in magical lore. "He said it wasn't anything he had heard of before. He's supposed to be consulting his Wiccan coven. The leader has a lot of old books filled with magical history and stuff."
"This isn't Harry Potter. I don't think I'm a wizard, so it has t'be related to me memory reading somehow. I just wish I knew how exactly. I wish I knew how t'control it. It made me really weak after it happened. E'en when I finally woke back up at Sam's I was still exhausted," Rory explained, finishing off his glass of juice and pouring another one.
Kurt raised an eyebrow, noting his choice of beverage. "How much of that have you drank tonight? I've never seen you drink so much orange juice since I've known you."
The teen shrugged, hoping Kurt would drop it. A customer came through the door, stepping up to the counter. Kurt turned to assist him, but as he walked away, he made one last comment, raising his eyebrows high in a sarcastic glare. "Orange juice is really good at restoring your blood levels when you've lost a lot. You look a little pale. Just coincidence, I'm sure. There's no reason for you to be losing any blood, right?"
Rory just stared after Kurt as the older teen made it to the counter and began to interact with the customer. Kurt had a way of knowing things sometimes, picking up on the littlest clues. He began to wonder if Kurt had put pieces together and figured out that Sam had indeed drank some of his blood. What Kurt didn't need to know, however, was the situation in which it had occurred. It was none of his business. Besides, Rory didn't want to share the tale of his and Sam's love-making session and the infinitely more intense pleasure he had the moment he was bitten.
He grinned to himself as he remembered the previous night's activities. Sam had the perfect body. Everything about him was arousing. He didn't want to share that information with anyone. It was for his eyes only. Kurt definitely was not deserving of hearing the story—there was no possible way he could appreciate the magnitude of what had happened, and even if he could, Kurt was stuffy and prudish about anything sexual. Every time Kurt turned his nose up at a dirty joke or comment, Rory had to feel sorry for Blaine, wondering just how deprived he must be in the physical arena.
Lost in his thoughts, he didn't notice as the mysterious Rachel Berry entered the establishment, heading right for Mike's office without waiting to be invited. It was strange, however, because he had surely heard the almost eerie singing carried through the door by the night breeze when she came in.
-ooo-
Rory was busy cleaning tables when Mercedes quietly got his attention with a quick 'psst!' He looked up to see who it was, saw her wave him over, and joined the small group, which consisted of her, Kurt, and Tina.
"So spill. What's the big deal with this Rachel chick?" Mercedes asked, looking past Tina, keeping an eye out for Mike or Rachel exiting his office.
'What do you mean? She just wants to promote the restaurant with music. I think it's a wonderful idea," Tina replied cheerfully. "You make it sound like it's sinister or something."
Mercedes laughed. "No, just what's with all the secrecy? I'd think Mike would want us all involved, don't you?"
"Yeah, after all, we are the McKinley Show Choir National Champions," Kurt added proudly, puffing out his chest.
Tina scratched her head. "Maybe he just never thought about it. Rachel seems pretty set on doing a solo act, but if it hits off, maybe he will get the glee club involved." She looked around at her two older friends. "Well, the alumni and the current members that is." A good portion of the club members had graduated and were no longer part of the group. Rory and Tina were two of the remaining members for the coming year, determined to see a second victory as champions.
"What do you think, Rory? Wouldn't it be great if we got the chance to perform here?" Mercedes asked him. He seemed distracted from them and she was trying to draw him back into the conversation.
"Huh? Oh, oh yeah, that'd be great," Rory said. "Hey, uh, I'll be right back. I need to use the restroom." With that, he ambled off toward the bathroom, which was right across from the office and next to the employee lounge.
"What's with him? He seemed kind of out of it," Kurt asked absentmindedly.
Mercedes hit him in the stomach with the back of her hand, rolling her eyes. "Hello? Murder in his house? Death and dismemberment? Of course he's 'out of it'," she reminded him.
"Somehow I don't think that's it. Anyone else notice how much OJ he's been drinking? An entire gallon since he got here. No joke. One glass after the other," Kurt pointed out. "You should have seen the look on his face when I mentioned how effective orange juice is in helping restore blood count."
"Don't jump to conclusions, Kurt," Tina scolded quietly. "He's been through a lot. I bet he's just drinking so much of it because all that vitamin C helps perk you up if you feel like you're dragging."
"If you saw that look you wouldn't say that. It was the look of 'uh oh, I'm busted'," Kurt replied sharply. "I think that thing he calls his boyfriend tried to get a little sip of him and he's exhausted from it."
Tina scowled at him. "Don't be such a child. Calling him a thing. He's a person, Kurt."
"Yeah, an undead-American," Mercedes quipped. "Face it, Tina. It will be a cold day in Hell before you get me or Kurt on the vampire coalition. We're just worried about our friend, and you should be too."
"I am worried about him, but not because he's dating a vampire. If anything, that makes me feel better. Vampires have incredible strength. Sam could easily protect him from just about anything I would think. I'm just worried about this new ability he seems to have acquired and his poor sleeping schedule," the assistant manager stated. "I think you both need to get your heads out of your asses and give the man a chance. If he wanted Rory dead, he would have done it already. Twice just to make sure he killed him. He's had ample opportunity, and not so much as a scratch on our boy's head!" With that, she marched off toward the register, ready to focus her mind elsewhere.
"Good thing she has so much faith in that vampire, because I sure don't," Kurt remarked coldly.
Mercedes frowned at him, unsure of how she should respond. "I don't like him, Kurt, but Tina has a good point. He's strong enough to keep Rory safe from… whatever is out there, and if he did want to kill him, he would have done it by now. I just can't help but think Rory being involved with vampires isn't a good idea. They're trouble."
-ooo-
In the hall, Rory paused at the bathroom door. He could hear Rachel and Mike's conversation through the office door. He crept closer, trying not to make any noise.
"I think we could get the whole town in here eventually," he heard Rachel state excitedly.
"Maybe. It'd be great for business. So how far along are the preparations?" Mike asked next. There were a few moments of silence before Rachel answered.
"Oh just about finished. I have everything coming together for opening night next weekend. I already distributed the fliers you made for me all over town. You did such a great job on those! You won't need to worry about a thing, Mike," she replied. Her voice almost sounded… seductive. "Should we go over the set list again?"
Rory listened for a couple more minutes as they went back and forth over minute details. It seemed off to him that they were just now discussing these things when she had already spent a couple hours in there with him over the course of her visits. To him, that sounded like stuff Rachel should have said right away. Then again, what did he know about that sort of thing?
Shrugging his shoulders, he went on to the restroom. After he was finished and washing his hands, he stared up at himself in the mirror. He looked tired. His eyes were dark, way too relaxed, and a duller blue than usual. His skin was a little more on the pale side than usual as well. He made a mental note to ask Sam if this was normal for someone who had just been drained of a decent amount of blood. Just how much of me blood did he drink?
When he returned to the dining room, he saw Sam standing with his three friends. He became nervous, wondering what they were talking about. He still didn't trust that Kurt or Mercedes would be nice to Sam on his own. He was pleasantly surprised, however, when he joined them and heard nothing but questions about the murders—questions that were not accusing him of it.
Sam put his arm around his boyfriend, kissing him on the cheek. "Ah, there you are. Your friends were just asking me about the incident last night."
"We weren't accusing him of anything if that's what you're worried about," Mercedes quickly interjected. "We just thought that he might be a little more comfortable talking about it."
Sam smiled kindly at her. "I was just telling them how brave you were, keeping calm during the entire time and doing what you could to help."
"I just… I don't know. I just reacted. I was kind o' on autopilot the whole time. I don't think it really hit me until later," Rory said, looking past everyone. He wasn't particularly lying, he was just leaving out a lot of details. He wasn't fibbing any more than Mercedes and Kurt were lying with their friendly façade.
Tina placed her hand on Sam's arm, grabbing his attention. "I'm glad you're both safe. I know vampires are particularly safe against most things, but still, I'm relieved."
"Thank you, Tina. We are indeed safe from most kinds of attack, however there are some things even we can't stand up against. I'll let your knowledge of the lore lead you on that one, however," Sam replied.
"Can I ask you a favor tonight, Sam? Can you get Rory to bed earlier? He really needs some rest; you can see it in his eyes. After such a traumatic night, he could use it. I know night is the only time you really have to spend together, but he really needs the rest," the woman asked. She turned her attention from Sam to Rory. "I'm worried about your health lately. All these late nights out, these things going on. There has to be a way to balance out your time so you can see each other as much as you can, and still get the rest you both need." She threw her arms around her younger friend in a tight hug.
"I'll see to it he gets a much better rest tonight. Perhaps we can discuss time management tomorrow, though. I share your concern for him, believe me," the vampire replied politely.
"Thanks, Sam. I knew you'd understand," she replied. Satisfied, Tina excused herself to tend to a table of customers who had just come in. Mercedes and Kurt trotted off to their own duties, leaving the couple to themselves.
"She has a good point, you know," the blonde said casually.
"I know. We'll figure something out. Do I look that bad though?"
Sam smiled and brushed the teen's cheek with the back of his hand. "You look paler than usual, and your eyes are definitely tired. Have you been drinking orange juice today?"
"Yep. I lost count how many glasses since I got t'work. I'm not sure if I've spent more time peein' or workin'." The teen joked. He wasn't aware that Kurt had kept track and that he owed the Lima Bean for an entire gallon and a half of juice.
"Good, it will help get your count back up quicker. I also stopped by the store and picked up some vitamins for you to take. Those'll help as well. Take them every day though," Sam informed him.
Rory dug into his pocket and pulled out his wallet, but Sam pushed his hand back. "Save your money. I insist. You wouldn't need these if it wasn't for me, so it's only fair," he noted. "And I like spoiling you a little. The smile you give me when you're happy warms my heart."
Rory's face flushed. "That can happen t'ye'? Ye'r heart actually get warm?"
Sam chuckled. "It's a figure of speech. It means that seeing you smile makes me very happy." Rory grinned, his face still flushed. "I thought tonight before we go home, we could stop at the grocery store and you can pick out some groceries. You'll need to eat and I obviously don't have much, and I have a feeling you'd be better off picking out your own food."
"Okay. But I only need a little bit. I don't want a lot," Rory said.
"We'll just see what we find for you. You'll need toiletries too since we didn't take any from the house. I'll get whatever you need."
"Thank ye', Sam. I appreciate e'erything you're doing for me. Nobody e'er treated me so well before," the teen admitted.
"It's my pleasure," the vampire replied, sneaking a quick kiss. "I'll let you finish your shift and come back for you when you get off. I have an errand to run, vampire business. Sebastian wants to know what's going on."
"Okay. I'll see ye' soon," Rory replied. He smiled as Sam turned to leave. "I love ye', Sam."
"I love you too, Rory. See you in a little while."
When Rory turned around to head for the bar for yet another glass of juice, he caught Tina's eye just long enough for her to wink at him and mouth, "I told you so," having heard them exchange the words she knew were coming.
-ooo-
Sam sighed in frustration as he returned home to pick up the car, so he could take Rory to the store after work. Sebastian had just sent him a message on his phone.
I want to see you and the boy. Tonight. Important.
Sebastian's idea of important could range from completely ridiculous to legitimately dire. What sucked was the fact that either way, Sam was honor-bound to adhere to his request. He quickly replied that they would be there at ten, and also that it needed to be a quick visit.
Don't be smart with me. Ten and no later.
Sam rolled his eyes. He really wanted to just take Rory home after they stopped at the store and spend the evening together watching TV or a movie until Rory was ready for sleep. He needed it, badly. Between the mysterious light shows the teen seemed to be putting off, the trauma of the murders, and the aftermath of sex and being fed on all within a couple of days, it would surely put a strain on a human body.
The vampire noticed as he walked through the woods that there was a sound wafting through the trees. It was barely audible, but it was beautiful. It was… singing. A woman's voice was singing somewhere close enough to be heard but too far away to be seen. It was enchanting, but at the same time, left a strange sensation in his head. Something akin to a headache.
-ooo-
Rachel finally left a little before eight-thirty, leaving the staff with kind smiles as she hummed a tune that was unfamiliar to all of them. As soon as she was gone, Mike came into the dining room and called the small group to order.
"This will be quick. I just wanted to clue you all in on what's going on since I haven't really given you an update," he announced as Tina, Mercedes, Kurt and Rory gathered by him. "We're going to do a live performance, of course, with Rachel Berry as the star performer. We're going to see how this works out for the shop, and if it looks like a money maker, we'll make it a regular thing."
"It's not all going to be about her though, is it, Mike?" Mercedes asked. "Don't forget you have a staff of talented performers right here, too."
"Don't worry, if this works out, everyone who wants to perform will be given a chance," Mike replied. Mercedes seemed pacified with his response because she simply grinned and let him continue. "I'm gonna need you guys in top condition this weekend though. Rachel will be doing the first show Saturday night, and I hope it gets real busy. If dad sees more dollar signs coming in, he'll let me hire at least one other server. The busier we get, the more he'll let me hire. Another cook would be nice too."
Kurt shot him a glare at the mention of another cook. "Hold on, I didn't say a new one, just another one. So you have some help," Mike covered quickly. Kurt was incredibly sensitive about his ability to make their food products as well as mix the specialty drinks, even if that task was Mercedes' forte'.
Mike went on to explain some more of the details, particularly Rachel's background in music as well as what she was trying to accomplish. Her goal was to be able to create the most extravagant hangout for teenagers and young adults in all of Lima, through the use of live music and performances. She was hoping that if this plan worked, Mike Chang Sr. would want a partnership and she could urge him into expanding the venture into something much bigger. On paper it sounded like a great idea, but only time would tell if it was going to work out or not. This weekend would be the first test—to see if live music would be a big enough draw to the local community.
-ooo-
Rachel Berry strolled out of the Lima Bean, humming a tune that was long familiar to her, but unheard of to anyone else she had ever met in the modern world. It was an ancient song, the words in a language no longer spoken. In fact, it was such an old language it didn't even have a name at all. She had learned it from her parents many centuries ago, and it stuck with her like a comfort blanket.
The ancient woman snapped her fingers as an oversized Navigator pulled into the parking lot. The back door swung open, inviting her inside. With a smug smile on her face, she stepped into the vehicle and then pulled the door closed.
"Everything still running smoothly?" the driver asked, turning to look at her.
"Oh yes. I can tell my quarry is near. My visions were never clear on exactly who it is, but there is enough to know it is here in this city. This concert will be the perfect way to begin weeding out the garbage," Rachel answered sweetly. "Hopefully it won't take too awfully long to find the thing. This town is boring, the people are boring, everything is boring. Even the victims in my visions here are boring. That dark skinned boy had no personality and was far too easy to destroy, and the boy with the dreadlocks… he smelled like… grease." She wrinkled her nose as she spoke of Joseph Hart's hair. "And nevermind the fact that this sickly sweet Broadway-destined-schoolgirl routine is incredibly annoying. I should have really come up with something better." The driver gave a goofy grin, revealing sharp fang-like teeth under his lips. "Come on, Arthur, take me home. I need my rest," she ordered.
The man in the driver's seat nodded and put the car into gear, pulling out and then onto the main road.
"Don't forget, Arthur, that if everything works according to the plan, I can have you walking on your own feet again by the end of the year. I know how sick you are of that confining chair and your 'gadgets'," Rachel added.
"I make do. The accident can't hold me back forever," Artie replied, reaching up with one hand to adjust his glasses. He had been waiting a very long time to return to his feet, to walk with the rest of the world again. The accident had left him paralyzed over five centuries ago, leaving him no choice but to serve the woman who took him in. In truth she had 'adopted' him purely for his skills with technology—both modern and archaic—but she had seemingly grown to actually enjoy his company. The saddest part of the entire situation was that Arthur knew there was no hope for him to ever walk again, no matter what power Rachel obtained. All he could do was keep an eye on her. For now.