Vampire Ficlet for Halloween
Sort-of ficlet for L's birthday (sort-of because this is actually the beginning of a long and complicated angst-fest I planned but have only written this fluffy couple of scenes of). (Also, this post is future-dated with that time because I couldn't resist.)
He was hunting in the nightclubs the first time he saw the youth.
The young man was in his late teens, dancing and laughing with his friends. He was beautiful, and he was flaunting it, challenging every predator in the room to see if they could catch him.
That wasn't so unusual in itself; you could probably find fifteen similarly reckless people in this one club alone. No, the part that caught his attention was the flash of awareness in the youth's eyes when he saw the most dangerous predators.
The youth wasn't acting on the false assumption he was invulnerable. He was intentionally courting danger, but he knew it could cost him his life.
He might even want it to.
Their eyes met, and the same awareness that he'd seen before shone in the youth's eyes for a moment before he broke contact as one of his friends spoke to him.
He smiled slightly. He might look odd, but most people wouldn't allow themselves to recognise him as dangerous. The fact that the youth had was... interesting. Interesting enough that he continued to watch as the youth masterfully redirected his friends' attention, slipping away without causing them a moment's concern.
The youth looked back at him, catching his eye and tossing his head in the direction of the door. He didn't bother to respond, but the young man headed outside despite the lack of any sign that he would be followed.
He had the grace not to invite any other predator to join him. Whatever he expected from him was apparently enough that he wouldn't risk cheapening or losing it.
Slipping out to the alley behind the club, he found the youth stood against the wall, studying the tiny patch of sky visible overhead with every sign of interest. The youth's casual attitude was lessened by his refusal to actually touch the wall; there was a faint air of disgust at his surroundings that contrasted prettily with what he was there for.
He went over and touched the youth's arm to get his attention, amused by the shocked jump he got. The wide eyes that stared at him were lighter than he'd expected, with an almost doelike expression.
The youth practically stank of disappointed idealism, he noted with a faint smile. It wasn't clear how that led to this, but here they were, predator and potential victim, and the victim was doing everything he could to make it clear he was asking for whatever the predator chose to do to him.
He took the youth's arm and turned him to face the wall. The youth obeyed without hesitation even though no words had passed between them, making his smile widen. His lips finally parted, baring long fangs that had no place in a human's mouth, and he gently pulled the youth's head to the side to reveal his neck even as he stepped closer until he was plastered against the youth's back.
The youth gasped as the fangs touched his skin, then moaned as they pierced him, penetrating his vein and releasing the hot flow of blood. The youth pressed closer, tilting his head to let him in deeper, whimpering with the pleasure he felt.
He slid one hand down the youth's body to undo his fly, enjoying the sweetness of the youth's pleasure and desire. There were some who preferred their food to be spiced with fear or anger, he knew, but he had never found another taste to equal satiated lust.
The youth was already close, his blood almost fizzing on his tongue. One firm touch as he drank proved to be all it took, the youth almost throwing himself back against him as he voiced his pleasure.
He lapped away what little blood was on the youth's skin as he held him up, waiting for him to regain his feet. Once he had, he turned him around, curious to see what might show in those wide eyes now.
The youth smiled shyly, fascinated and willing, and finally spoke to him. "May I see you again?"
He blinked, surprised. He hadn't brought the youth death, nor even near death. What part of their tryst had an answer for the desperation with which the youth had sought an end?
The bright eyes studying his were hopeful, though a little wary. He weighed the look in them against the way they had looked in the club, and added how truly delicious the youth's blood had been.
"A week from now. But only if you do not seek out anything else between now and then."
Far from chafing at the vague restriction, the youth lit up. "Will we meet here?"
He shrugged indifferently and left with a simple, "Why not?".
If their second meeting went as well as this had, he might even ask the youth for his name.
Light stumbled back into the club, only staying long enough to let his 'friends' know that he was going home. He got some jeering - "What, is it your bedtime already?" - but managed to escape without raising any suspicions.
He sneaked into the house and up to his room, planning excuses and diversions in his head if his parents should notice him. When he made it to his room uncontested, he stripped off his clothes with his usual easy efficiency and almost fell onto his bed, dismissing the thoughts that normally filled his mind in favour of remembering his encounter.
He'd started 'socialising' a few months ago, trying to find something in his life beyond the stiflingly detailed path his future was meant to take. He hadn't wanted the danger he knew he was courting, but nothing safe seemed likely to break him free of the ennui that he could feel building with every perfect score, every award, every cheer that reminded him he had to be what people expected, what they wanted.
The vampire was impossible. Marvelous. An impossible reality, a proof that just because people said something, that didn't mean it had to be true.
A physical reminder that there might still be some way out of this trap no one realised he was caught in, without sacrificing everything he had.
His fingers brushed the already-scabbed bitemarks on his neck, and he shivered with pleasure. The vampire had told him not to keep tempting other predators, and that meant that the vampire both had seen that he was doing just that - which was more than anyone else in his life had noticed - and cared enough to want him to stop. It might just be possessiveness, but he felt that it was a good enough sign for him to be hopeful.
The vampire had seen past his disguises, and still made him feel wanted. Why shouldn't he see where this would go?
Feeling as if there was something interesting in his future for the first time in years, Light smiled to himself as he finally got beneath the covers.
If their next meeting went well enough, he might even find out the vampire's name.
He was hunting in the nightclubs the first time he saw the youth.
The young man was in his late teens, dancing and laughing with his friends. He was beautiful, and he was flaunting it, challenging every predator in the room to see if they could catch him.
That wasn't so unusual in itself; you could probably find fifteen similarly reckless people in this one club alone. No, the part that caught his attention was the flash of awareness in the youth's eyes when he saw the most dangerous predators.
The youth wasn't acting on the false assumption he was invulnerable. He was intentionally courting danger, but he knew it could cost him his life.
He might even want it to.
Their eyes met, and the same awareness that he'd seen before shone in the youth's eyes for a moment before he broke contact as one of his friends spoke to him.
He smiled slightly. He might look odd, but most people wouldn't allow themselves to recognise him as dangerous. The fact that the youth had was... interesting. Interesting enough that he continued to watch as the youth masterfully redirected his friends' attention, slipping away without causing them a moment's concern.
The youth looked back at him, catching his eye and tossing his head in the direction of the door. He didn't bother to respond, but the young man headed outside despite the lack of any sign that he would be followed.
He had the grace not to invite any other predator to join him. Whatever he expected from him was apparently enough that he wouldn't risk cheapening or losing it.
Slipping out to the alley behind the club, he found the youth stood against the wall, studying the tiny patch of sky visible overhead with every sign of interest. The youth's casual attitude was lessened by his refusal to actually touch the wall; there was a faint air of disgust at his surroundings that contrasted prettily with what he was there for.
He went over and touched the youth's arm to get his attention, amused by the shocked jump he got. The wide eyes that stared at him were lighter than he'd expected, with an almost doelike expression.
The youth practically stank of disappointed idealism, he noted with a faint smile. It wasn't clear how that led to this, but here they were, predator and potential victim, and the victim was doing everything he could to make it clear he was asking for whatever the predator chose to do to him.
He took the youth's arm and turned him to face the wall. The youth obeyed without hesitation even though no words had passed between them, making his smile widen. His lips finally parted, baring long fangs that had no place in a human's mouth, and he gently pulled the youth's head to the side to reveal his neck even as he stepped closer until he was plastered against the youth's back.
The youth gasped as the fangs touched his skin, then moaned as they pierced him, penetrating his vein and releasing the hot flow of blood. The youth pressed closer, tilting his head to let him in deeper, whimpering with the pleasure he felt.
He slid one hand down the youth's body to undo his fly, enjoying the sweetness of the youth's pleasure and desire. There were some who preferred their food to be spiced with fear or anger, he knew, but he had never found another taste to equal satiated lust.
The youth was already close, his blood almost fizzing on his tongue. One firm touch as he drank proved to be all it took, the youth almost throwing himself back against him as he voiced his pleasure.
He lapped away what little blood was on the youth's skin as he held him up, waiting for him to regain his feet. Once he had, he turned him around, curious to see what might show in those wide eyes now.
The youth smiled shyly, fascinated and willing, and finally spoke to him. "May I see you again?"
He blinked, surprised. He hadn't brought the youth death, nor even near death. What part of their tryst had an answer for the desperation with which the youth had sought an end?
The bright eyes studying his were hopeful, though a little wary. He weighed the look in them against the way they had looked in the club, and added how truly delicious the youth's blood had been.
"A week from now. But only if you do not seek out anything else between now and then."
Far from chafing at the vague restriction, the youth lit up. "Will we meet here?"
He shrugged indifferently and left with a simple, "Why not?".
If their second meeting went as well as this had, he might even ask the youth for his name.
Light stumbled back into the club, only staying long enough to let his 'friends' know that he was going home. He got some jeering - "What, is it your bedtime already?" - but managed to escape without raising any suspicions.
He sneaked into the house and up to his room, planning excuses and diversions in his head if his parents should notice him. When he made it to his room uncontested, he stripped off his clothes with his usual easy efficiency and almost fell onto his bed, dismissing the thoughts that normally filled his mind in favour of remembering his encounter.
He'd started 'socialising' a few months ago, trying to find something in his life beyond the stiflingly detailed path his future was meant to take. He hadn't wanted the danger he knew he was courting, but nothing safe seemed likely to break him free of the ennui that he could feel building with every perfect score, every award, every cheer that reminded him he had to be what people expected, what they wanted.
The vampire was impossible. Marvelous. An impossible reality, a proof that just because people said something, that didn't mean it had to be true.
A physical reminder that there might still be some way out of this trap no one realised he was caught in, without sacrificing everything he had.
His fingers brushed the already-scabbed bitemarks on his neck, and he shivered with pleasure. The vampire had told him not to keep tempting other predators, and that meant that the vampire both had seen that he was doing just that - which was more than anyone else in his life had noticed - and cared enough to want him to stop. It might just be possessiveness, but he felt that it was a good enough sign for him to be hopeful.
The vampire had seen past his disguises, and still made him feel wanted. Why shouldn't he see where this would go?
Feeling as if there was something interesting in his future for the first time in years, Light smiled to himself as he finally got beneath the covers.
If their next meeting went well enough, he might even find out the vampire's name.