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[klaus_helsing]

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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[klaus_helsing]

This is...most surprising. And very straining on the mind. My anger diminishes to be replaced by lust and a need that has never failed to surprise me in its intensity.

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.

[xanderlucard]

Instinctively I can feel my fangs growing as Klaus sinks his own into my neck. He's just drinking, not attacking, and I relax. I don't have anything to worry about with Klaus, but once I let my guard down, that will be the day he decides he'd rather have me out of the way.

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.