Moonlight - (2/?)
Title:Moonlight - Chapter 2
Author:ninjafrog30
Fandom:A7X
Rating:NC-17 Overall
Pairing:Synacky
Disclamer:This is entirely false, and I recieve absolutely no profit from this. This is just what I think would happen if ZV was a vampire, and A7X never happened*shudders* O.o
Author's Notes: Vampire fic, AU, first chaptered fic in a while. Just thought I'd try and see where this one would go...
Author's Notes 2: Read&Review Please!!!!
Author's Notes 3: A lil' something from my prompt table....lots of love to marsarmygurl for the words...
Author's Notes 4: This is NOT supposed to be some rip off of 'Twilight'! I dont even LIKE that book!! So get it out of your heads! Its entirely different!! Besides, we ALL know, ZV is 1,000 times sexier than sparkley edward cullin!! blah!
Author's Notes 5: I have no idea where im gonna go with this story, so if you have any amazingly brilliant ideas, please let me kno! lol! :D!!
"Zack. Zack Baker. Nice to meet you, Brian Haner.”
I cocked my eyebrow after he let go of my hand, that cold rushing sort of feeling still going through my body, but I mentally forced the feeling to the back of my mind, and focused on pin pointing why this strange young man, gave me so many unsettling emotions.
He pulled back slightly, looking a little taken aback by my reaction to him, and shook his head in question.
“What??”
He said, sounding a bit self conscious, and I could totally tell he was racking his brain, searching deeply, trying to understand what was going on inside my head.
I just shrugged my shoulders and chewed my bottom lip.
“Nothing, just…you! Like, what the fuck was all that bullshit back there??”
He stared at me, brows furrowed.
“What bullshit?!?!”
I rolled my eyes impatiently, annoyed.
“Saying ‘sir’, and complimenting George and shit…What are trying to pull?? What? You think your better than me, Baker??”
He looked startled, his eyes wide, and slightly fearful, shaking his head rapidly.
“No! I was just trying to…”
“Trying to What?? Impress him?? What the fuck?? You already got the job! Stop trying to be a little shit!”
I knew I was being pretty fucking rude, but when some little pip squeak comes into MY fucking domain, and tries to outdo ME at my job, I get really fucking annoyed, and defensive, and I really have no patience for that.
I’ve always hated suck ups, and goody-goodies, and fucking teacher’s pets-and this guy just seems like he tries too hard.
That pisses me off.
He stared back at me with giant green eyes, and his face was almost white with color loss.
I mean, I did feel a little bad, but I really just wanted to get my message across-let it sink in.
That I didn’t put up with anyone’s bullshit.
Not even George‘s…
He stuttered, and stumbled over his words, my tactic obviously working, and freaking him out thoroughly.
“I…I’m…I…um…I’m sorry! I’m not trying to be better than you, Brian! It’s just…I’m just…I just…”
I glowered at him, and bared my teeth in anger. He noticed, and shrunk slightly away from me.
“What is it, Baker??” I growled. “Spit it out!”
He shook his head, chewing at a lip ring, and swallowed loudly.
“It’s…It’s nothing! I was just…I was just told, at my old job, that if I give off a good impression, and, um, be at the top of my game ALL the time-I could be considered for the…uh, for the…” He glanced down at the floor, his shoulders drooping, and I barely caught the whisper that floated from his lips.
“I might be given the job of assistant manager.”
It took me a second to register what he had said, but when I did, my whole body practically shook with barely contained rage.
He looked back up at me, his long lashes curtaining his pretty eyes, and I could tell he was scared of me.
Which wasn’t exactly what I had meant to happen, but right at the moment, I could have cared less.
“What the FUCK?!?!?! YOU??? YOU could be up for a fucking promotion??? MY promotion???? You have worked here a total of like ten minutes, and already you are trying to steal my fucking job???? Where do you get off doing something as low as that?? I’ve been here probably longer than you have even been alive, and you want to boss me around?!?!?! Well, fuck that!! And fuck you too!! I am not just gonna stand here and let some little newbie, punk kid tell me, Brian fucking Haner what to do!! If you get that fucking job before me, you can just forget about me showing you my ‘little tricks’. If you become the assistant manager, there really is no point in us becoming friends. I will have no respect for you, because you’re an ass kisser, and I don’t like ass kisser’s, Zack. They piss me off. So, go ahead and get that fucking position, but I really don’t want to deal with your shit. Just leave me be, and stay the fuck away from me. It will be better for the both of us in the long run. You got that, Baker?? Don’t talk to me. And, have a nice fucking day…”
I quickly turned on my heels, and stormed away from the shocked, pale man behind me.
I was fuming, but for some reason, I wasn’t just pissed at Zack.
I was angry with myself.
Why did I have to be an asshole?
Why did I have to go and ruin every possible relationship I could have had, because of my stupid arrogance?
Why did I have to be so fucking dramatic?
I was acting like a teenage boy…or worse-girl.
It wasn’t that I hated him-I didn’t even know him, really…
It was just something about him…something made me think twice about myself, and honestly, I didn’t fucking like it.
Well, I wasn’t sure if I did or not…But that was just it. I didn’t know.
I didn’t know what I felt, and it was unfamiliar, and confusing, and I just didn’t want to have to deal with it every time I had to talk to the guy. So, in my defense, I was just trying to keep from hurting him, so I was really doing him a favor.
Why did he seem so interested in who I was and what I did,though?
What was so fucking great about Brian Haner??
It was just something that made my brain think too many damn, confusing, thoughts….
His eyes…
I couldn’t get over his eyes.
There was something about that Baker kid…
He made me want to punch him square in the jaw, for no particular reason-and then, at the same time, shove him up against a wall, licking furiously into his mouth, rip all his clothes off, and fuck him roughly, making him moan and pant heavily, licking at his soft skin and nibbling at his pale neck, while wrapping my hand around his thick cock, and making him scream, until he came all over both of our sweating, panting bodies………
Fuck. I really need a fucking drink…
I’m not gonna be able to focus on my job right now….
Especially with that pretty little shit head flashing his large, hurt filled green eyes at me….
I don’t think George will mind that much if I just sneak in a quick beer during my lunch break….
Just one….or maybe two….If I have to train the new guy today, possibly even five-we’ll just have to see how this fucking day turns out…….
I’m already pissed off, and its only ten in the morning.
Great.
Just great.
There is one positive thing about this whole scenario, though-
At least its not another boring fucking day here in the usually empty, and deserted Orange County guitar shop….
Eh, I might have to up that beer count to seven today….
Fuck…this is gonna be a long fucking day….
Thank God for alcohol….
That’s all I have to say…..
Just-thank fucking GOD for my alcohol…….