When Darkness Falls, Chapter 1
Ok so this is my baby. Literally. Was just going to be a shortish piece at its spun massively out of control, its now huge.
Its almost done, I wanted to have most of it under my belt before I started posting, and I already have ideas for a second and third part.
I can't thank mrstotten enough for her never ending hand holding, her kick up the butt whenever I need it, and her beta work (however any mistakes are my own no matter how much I want to blame her for them!).
The GORGEOUS banner was made by the GORGEOUS the_last_shadow who is an amazing artist and constantly surprises me with her work.
Brian is a vampire who runs Babylon, and the Pitts. Justin is a werewolf, new to the Pitts and being a werewolf. All the team are here and will be introduced as it goes on. This isn't particuarly happy, not angsty, just not light and fluffy.
Ok...enough of me...
~*~
Brian smelt him as soon as he stepped over the threshold of Babylon.
Ethan.
The annoying, constant thorn in his side that insisted on coming into his club, making himself known and reminding Brian of things he would rather forget. Mikey smelt him too, stiffened by Brian's side. Brian laid a hand on Mikey's arm to stop him from going and ripping the kids throat out.
“I've got it, Mikey,” he said and Mikey nodded once.
Brian noticed something else under the stench of Ethan, something sweeter, something he couldn't put his finger on but noticed the second he saw the black haired kid standing at the bar. With him was a blond, shorter, with an almost innocent face. Brian sniffed at the air. Under the smell of sex and sweat, there it was. Lycanthrope. A new one. Brian sighed slightly as he made his way down the stairs towards the bar.
“I am getting really tired of you coming into my club Ethan,” Brian said as he appeared behind Ethan. He smirked as Ethan jumped slightly but turned with the usual expression of disdain on his face.
“Unless you put up a sign saying ‘no werewolves allowed’, I am just going to keep coming right in. I have that privilege. I don't have to wait to be asked,” Ethan smirked back. Brian looked at the blond kid standing next to Ethan, his worry starting to reach Brian's nose. Ethan growled slightly, pulling the kid behind him in a protective way, stating his claim. “This one's mine Brian.”
“Pity.” Brian replied. “He would look great as one of mine.” The kid swallowed and Brian watched the movement, pressing his tongue against a slightly protruding fang.
“Don't you ever get tired of being an evil fucker?” Ethan asked. Brian snorted, snaking his hand out and grabbing the nearest writhing body. They protested for a few seconds, a surprised “hey” slipping from their lips till Brian's eyes calmed whatever protestation they had and they went limp in his arms. The blond kid's eyes went wide as he watched Brian run a hand over the guys neck, fingers lingering over his pulse.
“Don't you ever get tired of being a thorn in my side Ethan?” He replied, pressing his finger in harder into the neck of the guy in his arms. He whimpered slightly and the blond took an abortive step forward before Ethan stopped him again. “Get out of my club Ethan. But if you do ever feel the need to come back, bring him with you.” He nodded in the blonds direction, before he pulled the guy away with him, his stomach clenching at the thought of food.
"What did Ethan want?" Mikey asked as Brian entered his office again. He shrugged slightly.
"Oh just to flaunt his latest pet in my face," he replied, pushing his mid evening snack onto the couch.
"Was he worth flaunting?" Mikey asked, eyes on the guy. Brian growled softly and Mikey's eyes snapped back to his, message received.
"Surprisingly, yes." Brian answered thinking about the kids eyes, the wide full lips. Mikey sighed, pressing his fingers to the bridge of his nose.
"Does this mean we're going to be in trouble with the pack again? You do remember the last time you tried to seduce one of Ethan's boy?"
"First of all Mikey, that kid was never Ethan's. Ethan didn't have the right to..." Brian stopped, closing his eyes briefly as memories began to form in his head. Shaking them away he sat down on the couch next to the guy, stroking his neck with gentle fingers. The guy arched, baring his neck to Brian in an open invitation and Brian felt his fangs slide out. "And secondly, when will you learn that the pack is nothing but an irritation?"
"When will you learn..." Mikey started. Brian sighed and flipped his hand towards the door.
“Not now Mikey, I'm hungry. We'll talk later."
~*~
"Who was that?" Justin asked as they emerged from Babylon. The scent of the tall man still lingered in his nostrils, along with the smell of the club and the street outside. Justin had yet to get used to his heightened senses and sometimes it left him reeling, feeling lightheaded.
"I think you mean what was that. That was Brian Kinney, Governor of the Vampires in this town," Ethan replied, pulling Justin to him and wrapping an arm around his shoulders. Justin let himself lean into him, glad of his warmth in the cold night air.
"And you just let him go around like he owns the town?" Justin asked. Ethan looked down at him, eyes frowning slightly.
"First of all," he said, "its we, not me, and secondly, you need to learn one thing Justin. Vampires may be dead, blood sucking leaches, but they are stronger and faster than we are." Justin frowned.
"Not when the moon is right." Justin replied, sulking slightly.
"No, but that's only once a month, the rest of the time we have to toe the line. Doesn't mean I have to like it though. Doesn't mean I can’t enjoy irritating the hell out of Brian Kinney," Ethan replied with a lopsided grin. "He's a dick, but there is a careful balance between the pack and the vampires, one that needs to stay the way it is, for all our sakes. For the moment at least. Brian Kinney and his kind will get what's coming to them. Don't worry.”
~*~
Brian loved the night. Being a creature of it certainly seemed to help his love. But he had loved it before he was turned. It made things different, made people less likely to hide who they were, left them feeling more free as the cover of darkness fell over the city.
His city.
His own personal playground, now that his sire had gone off to bigger and better things, Governor of the North rather than just a small city. Leaving Brian in charge of Babylon, and the Pitts.
The club had been busy tonight, full of writhing bodies desperate for human contact and Mikey had been twitchy. Ben was away, on Brian's business and Mikey was feeling his absence like an ache, irritation filling his blood stream as he had watched the crowd from the safety of the cat walk. Brian had stopped the Vampires of the city from murdering, only willing victims were killed nowadays, which drastically cut down the food supply and sometimes the need in his charges was enough to make Brian's skin itch, feeling each and every single ones blood lust from his office.
Just because there was no more murder didn't mean that no one ate. There was still the odd attack, unwilling victims caught unaware in the dark of the night but generally they were willing, willing to give their precious blood to vampires. They were never drained though.
He left Mikey in charge, growling out the orders that had been drummed into him since Mikey had been turned by Brian. Mikey had nodded, his eyes slightly glazed and Brian hoped that Ben would return soon to take the need from Mikey.
Pittsburgh by night was a strange place, full of monsters and unlit passageways. Brian wasn't the only monster out that night and he knew it. Could smell them on the air, the hint of danger under the normal smells of the street. But he paid no attention as he lured a roaming twink off the well lit street into a dark alley with a promise in his eyes.
If Brian had been good looking before he was turned, it was nothing compared to how he looked now. The hint of danger that seemed to hang around him made him almost irresistible to the rest of the human world.
The twink seemed to catch on, his body stiffening as Brian nosed at his neck.
“Shhh, it's ok.” He mouthed against the twink's thudding pulse, the smell of fear and lust a heady mix as his fangs slid out and pierced the skin.
Sometimes it took every ounce of strength Brian had to stop before his victims heart did. Pulling away he looked the twink in the eye, running his hand through his hair. Brian had been around long enough that making someone calm with just his eyes was second nature and the twink relaxed, smiling at Brian in the dazed way one got after a particularly good orgasm just as Brian caught the smell of Lycanthrope on the air. Sweeter than Ethan's stench and Brian knew immediately who it was as he rounded the end of the alley way, the kids eyes going wide as he caught sight of Brian.
"Ah, Ethan's pet. He let you off your leash I see?" Brian said, swiping a thumb across his lower lip and pulling it into his mouth. The blonds eyes followed the movement but flicked over to the twink leaning up against the wall.
“Is he alright?” He asked and Brian nodded, wrapping his fingers around the twink’s arms and pulling him upright, pushing him lightly towards the street. The twink smiled dazedly again as he stumbled off.
“He'll be fine.” Brian assured him, taking a step closer and felt a silent thrill in the way the blonds eyes widened slightly as he stepped back.
"The name is Justin, by the way." The blond said, crossing his arms over his chest and sticking his chin out. Only his eyes and the scent of his fear giving away any indication that he was scared of meeting Brian in a dark alley without the protection of the rest of his pack. Brian suppressed a smirk and slid his fangs back in, licking absently at his thumb, feigning boredom when in truth the kid kind of fascinated him. Something about the way he tried to show that he wasn't scared. There was something about the smell of him, not sickening like Ethan, that had ensured that his almost innocent face had been playing in Brian's mind since Babylon the previous evening.
"I don't care." Brian said, circling Justin. Justin narrowed his eyes at him.
"And I'm not Ethan's." Brian let out a cruel laugh at that, running his fingers down Justin's arm. He smelt Justin's fear kick up a notch, and felt him stiffen.
"He seems to think so."
"I don't belong to anyone." Brian felt it when Justin swallowed his fear, crossing his arms again over his chest again. Brian wondered how Justin would look when Brian bit into his neck, how he would taste, what he would sound like when Brian drank from him. Brian shook his head, clearing the almost over whelming images. He wasn't attracted to werewolves, he never had been. But there was something about Justin that reminded him of...
"It almost endearing how misguided you are,” Brian said, ignoring the thoughts that threatened to over take him. He took a step towards Justin, and this time he didn't step back. “A word of warning, pet, don't trust the pack, they're dangerous."
"Oh and you're the friendly cuddly type of vampire?" Brian took another step forward, a smirk playing on his lips as Justin's back hit the wall.
"I'm a sadistic bastard who drinks peoples blood for food, and I love every second of it. I never pretend to be anything other than that. The pack are the worst kind of dangerous, the kind that pretends to be safe." Justin swallowed and Brian watched the movement with his eyes, the way the muscles in his neck rippled as he craned upwards to look at Brian. There was a fire in his eyes, one that made Brian want to see how far he could push the kid before he pushed back.
"And you, I suppose, are up front about being evil. 'Hi, I'm Brian, I'll be ripping your throat out tonight. Try not to scream at the excruciating pain.’ Justin's voice was dripping with sarcasm as it dropped a notch to imitate Brian's and Brian took another step forward, fencing Justin between the wall and him.
"It's not pain, Justin. It's like nothing you've ever felt before." Brian leant forward, running his nose along the length of Justin's neck as he breathed in the scent that had seemed to linger with him since last night, an underlying hint of fear mixed with it as Brian licked gently at Justin thudding pulse. "Don't make fun of things you don't understand." Brian pulled back, noticing the way Justin's eyes had darkened, there was lust under the fear now. Brian smirked.
"Why do you care who I trust anyway?" Justin asked, his voice shaking slightly. Brian reached forward, running his fingers over Justin's face, the almost uncontrollable need to touch him fuelling his movements. Justin kept his gaze fixed on Brian but his eyes fluttered once as he fought the urge to shut them.
"Because you have a pretty face. I would hate to see it ruined.” Brian stepped away and felt Justin relax. “Like the last stray Ethan picked up." He added. Justin frowned and he took a step forward, placing a hand on Brian's arm. His touch was warm, warmer than a humans, his hand soft against Brian's skin. Justin snatched his hand back as if burned and Brian knew he had never touched a vampire before, never felt the cool skin beneath his fingers.
"What happened?" He asked and Brian bared his fangs, snarling slightly as he backed away from Justin.
"Run home little one. The streets aren't safe for strays." He said as he turned and headed for Babylon, the need to lose himself in some nameless twink almost overwhelming. The blood lust thumping in his veins.
"Wait, what about..." Justin asked again, his hand around Brian's wrist. Brian had forgotten that wolves could move fast and turned, surprised that Justin had learnt that skill. Justin hadn't been turned for long, Brian could smell it on his skin. Justin took the surprise for weakness and pushed Brian against the wall. Brian smiled slightly, uncurling Justin's hands from his jacket, the heat from Justin's touch lingering on Brian's skin.
"I said, Go. Home. You're not strong enough to fight me." Brian dropped Justin's hands, pushing him away as he stood back from the wall.
"Not yet." Justin challenged. Brian laughed, the kid may one day have the strength to take him in a fight, if the time was right, and if Brian had been a few centuries younger.
"Not ever." He replied, before disappearing into the night.
~*~
“We may have a problem.” Mikey said as Brian walked back into Babylon, his skin still tingling from Justin’s touch. Brian sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.
“And that would be?” He asked pushing his way through the crowd, Mikey trailing behind.
“Emmett.” That one word was enough to make the irritation boil under Brian’s skin. Emmett could loosely be described as a mistake. One that Brian was constantly reminded of as he never seemed to go far. When Brian was left in charge of the Pitts, he imposed a ban on senseless killings, and turning without permission. Emmett was a romantic and slept with anything that moved in Babylon. He had a habit of wanting to turn everyone he ever slept with to keep them young and beautiful forever.
“What the hell has he done now?” Brian asked as Mikey closed the door of his office, blocking out the noise of the club.
“The usual.” Brian sighed again as Mikey opened the door and Emmett came sauntering in.
“Brian please let me. He’s so pretty.” Emmett pouted as Brian took one look at the drugged up human in tow with Emmett. He was pretty but so out of it there was no way he would have asked to be turned.
“Emmett, you’re beginning to irritate me. You know the rules. Ask him in the morning when he can actually talk.”
“Briiiii.” Emmett whined, flopping down onto the couch and crossing his arms over his chest. Brian raised an eyebrow. This was why he regretted turning Emmett. He was like a child, constantly wanting more and more and never getting the message that no meant no. “Come on Bri, please? Just this once?”
“Emmett, no. Now get out of my office.”
“Bri...” In a flash Brian had Emmett up against the wall, fingers around his throat squeezing hard. Emmett’s eyes went wide but his fangs slid out. Brian snarled at him.
“I made you Emmett, and I will end you.” Emmett swallowed hard against Brian’s hand but he nodded as Brian uncurled his fingers from around his throat.
“Bad night Brian?” Mikey asked as Emmett slammed the door behind him. Brian ran his hands through his hair.
“Ran into Ethan’s new kid,” he said, pouring himself a whiskey from the cabinet. Mikey sat down in the chair in front of Brian’s desk, a worried look on his face. Brian knew that look, it was the same look Mikey had wore constantly when Brian and Ethan last clashed over a kid.
“Well this news might make your night even worse. Got a message from Roman. He’s coming to town.” Mikey looked apologetic as Brian sat down in his chair.
“Fuck. When?”
“Next week.”
“Shit, did he say why?” Brian asked. Mikey frowned again.
“To talk about “coming out” of the closet, so to speak.” Mikey replied, leaning forward he rested his chin in his hands. “So he’s really going to go through with this?” Brian sighed, worry flooding his veins. Roman was ambitious. He didn’t want to just rule the vampires of the North, he wanted to the rule entire North, werewolves, monsters and humans as well. They lived in a world where the humans were aware of them, but never spoke about what hid in the dark, never talked about the dangers of walking around after dark. Roman wanted to change all that, wanted to be on top and as Roman’s childe Brian had no choice but to agree. That was the way it worked and if Brian disagreed there would be serious problems for him and his own, his family that he had made and looked after. But in all honesty the thought of Roman being able to control everything in his region, werewolves, vampires and humans, made Brian uneasy.
“Looks that way.” Mikey stiffened, his eyes lighting up a second before the door opened. Ben was back and Brian could feel the relief flood through Mikey as he stood and Ben took two steps across the office and pulled Mikey close, whispering into his ear in a low murmur that Brian blocked out, not wanting to intrude but noticing the way Mikey seemed to relax, slump towards Ben almost instinctively.
“Brian.” Ben greeted as he pulled away slightly from Mikey. Brian nodded. The sexual energy in the room had now gone way beyond the normal levels that seeped through the walls from the club below, Brian could feel it in waves, crashing over him as Mikey’s fingers gripped Ben’s shirt.
“Go home. I’ll speak to you tomorrow Ben,” Brian wasn’t just being generous, he actually just needed to be away from them. The feel of need coming from both of them was distracting, reminding him that he hadn’t had sex for a while, burying himself in work and ignoring the desire to fuck and drink till he felt full, sated. He could feel Ben and Mikey as they made their way through the club, probably on the way to the backroom, and everyone else in the club, the writhing bodies, blissfully ignoring the fact their safe haven was owned by a creature of the night.
Brian leaned back, pushing his hand into the front of his pants, wrapping his fingers around himself. He couldn’t help it when an image of Justin appeared before him, eyes wide, the smell of fear and lust rolling off him. He told himself it was the fear that pushed him over the edge, nothing to do with the way Justin’s hips had arched slightly and his eyes had darkened.
“Shit.” He muttered as he came back to earth, hand sticky and his body shaking slightly. He couldn’t allow himself to get involved with a human again, let alone a human who also happened to be a werewolf, especially not one linked with Ethan. He had been down that road before, and the road had left him furious and hating himself. He was just getting himself together when the scent of Justin hit him, barging into his office through the walls. Brian shut his eyes, pressed his fingers to his forehead, this kid was going to be trouble.
~*~
“Couldn’t stay away huh?” Brian said as he appeared behind Justin, practically pinning him up against the bar. Justin jumped slightly, but stared at Brian, hoping his gaze was as unwavering as he wanted it to be in the mirror behind the bar.
“Ethan made me come with him.” Justin replied as Brian leant down and sniffed at Justin neck. Justin couldn’t help the way his eyes fluttered slightly and Brian smirked at him, before frowning.
“You stink of him,” Brian stated flatly.
Justin caught the slight jealous tone in Brian’s voice. He pushed back gently against Brian, uncomfortable with the proximity of their bodies. Since earlier Justin hadn’t been able to get Brian out of his mind, the feel of Brian’s cold hands on him, the way Brian’s thigh had slipped between his own as he growled at him. Justin swallowed as Brian’s hands wound around his wrists and anchored them to the bar.
“Is there a reason why you’re acting like a jealous husband?” Justin asked, something about Brian making him want to push him, see how far he could push him.
“You implying you’re the wife?” Brian replied, snaking a hand around Justin’s waist and pulling him sharply back, his back flush against Brian’s chest, Brian’s fingers dipping under his t-shirt, playing across his hip bone. Justin resisted the urge to let his head fall back against Brian’s shoulder and glared at him in the mirror. Brian cocked his head to one side as if observing how they looked together.
“Do you always answer a question with a question?” Justin asked. Brian let out a laugh, a dark chuckle in Justin’s ear as he leaned down again, his tongue flicking out against the shell of Justin’s ear.
“Did you let Ethan fuck you?” He said the words right into Justin’s ear. Justin pushed back and wriggled out of Brian’s grip, spinning around to face Brian. He immediately regretted it as Brian’s face came closer, his eyes almost mesmerising and Justin could feel the heat in his gaze.
“I...I don’t think that’s any business of yours, do you?” He crossed his arms over his chest and Brian raised an eyebrow, pressing his tongue into his cheek. He ran his fingers down Justin’s arm lightly, a teasing touch that felt like ice against his skin.
“It is when you’re in my club stinking of him.” Brian replied. “It makes me nauseous.” There was something else besides hatred for Ethan in Brian’s eyes, something darker, more human, and it made Justin want to wrap his arms around Brian. Brian lifted his hand and ran his fingers through Justin’s hair. Justin nearly arched into the touch but caught himself, suppressing the jealous rage he felt as he caught the smell of sex from Brian when he moved closer again.
“You don’t exactly smell innocent yourself,” he said his anger rising as Brian smirked, his fingers in the hair at the back of Justin’s neck, his palm at Justin’s pulse.
“Now who’s jealous?” Brian asked, pulling Justin forward, running his lips over Justin’s. It was strange to feel no breath against his skin as Brian did so.
“Not me.” Justin managed to say, his voice quiet between them as Brian pressed his lips gently to Justin’s.
“At least I don’t smell of Ethan,” Brian said, suddenly dropping Justin and stepping back. Although Brian lacked body heat, the distance between them made Justin feel cold and he crossed his arms again, his lips tingling.
“Why do you hate him?” That look flickered across Brian’s face again, the one of almost human pain and Justin almost regretted asking him; until Brian got himself under control, his face taking on an almost unearthly neutral beauty, as he signalled to the barman.
“I think the question should be, pet, why do you trust him?” Justin tried to ignore the sudden image of Brian naked, his arms straining to keep him up, thrusting into Justin, the words “my pet” slipping from his lips as he came buried inside Justin.
“Because he’s not stupid enough to trust you Brian,” said a voice at Justin’s ear as Ethan’s hand closed around his elbow as Justin jumped slightly, shaking his head to clear it. Brian smirked down at Justin briefly, almost as if he could see the images in Justin’s mind, like he had put them there and Justin glared at him.
“Ah Ethan, how lovely to see you,” Brian said, sipping at the whiskey the barman had put into his hand. Justin felt Ethan’s hand tighten and he tugged slightly. Brian noticed the movement and smirked again, his tongue pressing onto the tip of a fang.
“We were just leaving.” Ethan replied, pulling Justin closer to him.
“Don’t go on my account. I’m quite happy getting to know your little pet here; he’s quite the fire cracker.” Brian said, leaning closer to Ethan, his voice a stage whisper, his eyes flicking towards Justin. Justin could feel Ethan’s rage, heard the growl escape him as he pulled him towards the door, Brian’s laugh echoing in his head.
“Why does Brian hate you?” He asked as soon as they were outside. Ethan stiffened slightly, his fingers still around Justin’s arms.
“Brian hates us and he hates what he can’t be.” Justin almost resented the way Ethan kept making this about him as well, when even Justin could see that it was Ethan Brian hated. Justin was new to the pack, new to being a werewolf and the knowledge that he was part of something bigger than just him made him feel uneasy sometimes, he wasn’t ready to belong to anyone or anything yet. He shivered slightly and he could almost hear the whisper of my pet on the cold night air.
“Which is?” He asked and Ethan stopped, pressed Justin up again the wall of the alley outside Babylon, the heat from him making Justin’s body respond automatically.
“Alive,” Ethan stated simply. “Don’t ever think that he’s alive Justin.”
Ethan kissed him then, hard, demanding his hands pressing into Justin’s hips, a bruising grip that would leave marks. Justin let himself give in, kiss Ethan back and let his hips arched upwards into Ethan’s. Ethan groaned into Justin’s mouth, his hand slipping round and into the front of Justin’s pants.
“This is what being alive feels like,” Ethan murmured into Justin’s neck as his fingers wrapped around Justin.
Justin closed his eyes, let his head fall back against the wall, and ignored the desire to know how Brian’s fingers would feel around him, his cool hands against Justin’s own heated skin. Justin bit his lip when he came to stop Brian’s name slipping out.
Ethan pulled his hand out, smirked slightly at Justin and bought his hand to his mouth, licking gently at his fingers. Justin growled quietly, pulled Ethan back to him, kissed him and tasted himself in Ethan’s mouth. Brian was the stuff of dreams, dangerous and dark, hauntingly beautiful in a way that made him almost unreal. But Ethan was alive, there right in front of him, skin warm and golden in the darkness, and Justin couldn’t help but touch him, the memory of Brian’s hands around his wrists in his mind as he wrapped his fingers around Ethan.
Chapter 2
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