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It wasn't difficult at all to get a meal in Vegas. The streets swarmed with potential food and avarice flooded the alleys and byways of the entire city. Drug addicts swarmed in the slums, entrepreneurs who would kill for success walked about, noticing their own ilk and pondered whether or not to make an ally or to just devour their own
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"You're not leaving me here alone, dammit. We took this vacation to get away from everything. If you want to cut it short and go running back to her, then that's fine. But like hell are you leaving me here alone. If the place is overrun by idiot vampires, then I want a piece of them as well. Not to mention all the looting! You've got a helluva lot of nerve leaving me out of the equation, you know. You may have made her alone, but I've been having to deal with her much more than you have and if you don't mind me being perfectly honest here, I think I've got a perfect right to help you clean up the place. It's my city as well. You can have Sophie all you like, but the killing is mine."
Of course, it doesn't end there. What goes unsaid is, to me, a bit more important.
Such as for Sophie, we'd cut our playing time short. FOr Sophie, our game ends sooner. For Sophie, we go back to clean up her mess. For Sophie, for the girl who shouldn't have had this life in the first place, for Sophie who wants to get into Vlad's trousers despite knowing what he means to me and how I feel about it, for Sophie...
For Sophie, the world comes to an end.
I really want to kill her. More so than I want to kill the other vampires.
But, for Alex, I put those urges on hold. For Alex, I allow Sophie to walk all over our relationship, try to get Alex for herself, allow her to have him while traipsing all over my feelings...
I'm starting to rethink my station in life. And I'm starting to really hate those thoughts.
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We pack in silence for a moment before the urge overwhelms me. In an instant, Klaus is on the bed and I'm straddling him, face inches from his own. My hands pin his wrists to the mattress. I'm not sure what I'm expecting, but there's no fear in his eyes, only trust. And love.
"I like seeing this side of you," I admit, purring in his ear. "Independant. You've cut your last ties of our father-son bond and now I can consider you my equal. It's most intoxicating. I'd best be careful, lest you try to take my spot as lord of the undead, hm?"
My grip on his arms relax and I nibble gently at his earlobe.
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Cut the last bonds? Had that been my intention? Was that truly what he wanted? I liked being his son, having a place to belong. But in the end, that was a delusion, wasn't it? A new master, one not of this world. And Alex...
I wouldn't try to take his place. That'd just be too damn annoying. To kill Alex would mean having other people come after me and I'd have to deal with responsibilities that were so headache inducing and so boring! I'd rather have my entertainment.
And he knows I wouldn't try that. I'd challenge him, not his position.
And, damn, but I'm still hungry. I take advantage of his position over me, tilt my head down, and bury my fangs into his neck, drinking deeply of his blood as he keeps me in place. No amount of drug in his system could come close to diminishing the scent and taste that is pure Vlad.
So much power flows within him. It's quite a heady sensation and I no longer have to really think. Just feel. Stay with Alex, still be his. I can forget about the devil in this position, forget about it all. Even Sophie.
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I allow him to drink and when he's finished, I lay by his side and pull him close to me, my wounds already healing. "Was it good for you?" I whisper, then chuckle at my own joke. Bad form, I know. "We need to pack tonight." But my hand slips down to the zipper on his trousers, and I have a feeling that packing will have to wait for now.
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