Wonderful to be back home.
Not even a curious glance as he zipped about on the motorbike, feeling absurd, helmet hair and Carrot draped around his neck, a purring spotted scarf.
Why justin liked these wheeled monstrosities, he'd never know.
After hours, very late night, not quite sunrise, plenty of time.
Parked carefully and warily, near the nightspot, still the same as ages ago, female inside, great hunting grounds then, only a headache now.
He remained outside, no need to venture in, same ladies nights, skin thrill for them, memories for himself.
Wade counted faces, bodies, as the bad sound quality music bleated from dusty speakers. Females broke into noisy fits around him, they cared not a crumb about the shoddy surroundings, they only wanted to play meat market.
He wanted a bite himself, hadn't been long after being bitten and Changed over and all these foaming at mouth chickies made for good victim.
Not the life he'd chosen but that was that, he was starving for blood and there you go then.
Music sputtered and shrieked and then he was less fascinated by the crowd of hormones and instead locked eyes with what was prancing about onstage, swinging everything around for the world to see, ignorant racehorse.
A crowd gasp, all together, all at once when long legs actually jumped over their heads, dodging tables, weaving around chairs, straight for him.
He'd be found out, discovered, now a target, no more a predator.
Cursed a bit, ran even more. True he COULD fight back and would but on his ground, his terms, somewhere far less crowded.
They collided and tangled, fists and feet, blocks away in a filthy smelling but oddly clean alleyway.
Grin and grip, animal jaws clamped around his throat, that one big hand, the other clutching a wooden stake.
His time was over and he accepted it.
'Go ahead.'
'I will, you can't plead your way into escape.'
'But before could you please cover that thing before I'm twice poked?' Wade glared and motioned with his free hand.
A look of surprise then utter hilarity, glancing down at the kilt, half open, torn from the fight.
Drew reddened from chin to scalp, was unable to stop laughing.
in a short time it became a duo of chuckles.
A longer time but not eternity, they became quite a duo themselves.
'So you've never actually killed a vampire before?'
'A few wimpy ones now and then.'
'Amatuer hour.'
'Hey! I'm no beginner!'
'Nor did I can you one. More drink?'
'Yes please.'
'You don't have the face of one old enough to consume.'
'I have the soul for it. And the mind.'
'I may bet against those odds.' Wade glanced over at his room mate, happily sharing the same home. Tall mass of nuisance, great fun if the ridiculous attire and mannerisms could be overlooked.
His andrew, checking himself in the mirror, silly glass image, strange straw hat that made him look like he was wearing a taco shell on his scalp, cowboy in leather, his leftover garb from the stripper nights, grinning and blowing kisses at his own reflection.
'Why is it you've never bit me?'
'You never asked me to.'
'I'm not interested. No offense but I'd rather be Turned Were someday.'
'Useless dogs.'
'Grouch.'
'You should grow out your hair. It's too short.' Wade grumbled, lazily swatting at the shoulder length brown mass.
'Maybe one day I will.'
wade smiled faintly, draped in his oversized black coat, cool blood red silky lining, his coat he'd stolen from Andrew's collection of clothing, the man had more clothing than many females did.
Now he really did look the part of vampire and loved it.
