When Darkness Falls, Chapter 4
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Chapter 3
So girls, I did a post yesterday, but I need gifs, and pics, for icons that the_last_shadow is gonig to make for me. BJ ones please. Go post them here
Sorry this has taken me nearly a week to post. Life got in the way, and by life I mean a bachelorette (hen to us Brits) party from HELL. *sigh* The things we do for friends hey?
Anyway...Chapter four.
“But I don’t want to go.” Justin crossed his arms over his chest and pouting. He knew he looked like a child but the thought of actually going to Babylon, on his own volition, seeing Brian and feeling whatever it was Brian evoked in him was making him uneasy, like his skin was too small for him. Ethan frowned, holding out the tight black t-shirt he had picked out for Justin to wear. Justin glared at it like it was the t-shirts fault.
“I don’t care Justin. We’re going.” Ethan said, sighing as he threw the t-shirt at Justin.
“Why?”
“Because we’re invited. And I want to show Brian he doesn’t bother us, and that your mine. And there is nothing he can do about it.” Ethan pressed Justin to the wall, his nose sniffing at the skin of Justin’s neck. “You even smell like me right now. I love that.”
“Why?” Justin breathed, arching his hips up into Ethan’s. Ethan licked at his skin, pressed a kiss to the juncture between his neck and shoulder and pulled away.
“I love it because Brian will smell it too,” he replied, running his fingers across Justin’s hips, dragging his nails across the skin lightly. Justin shivered as Ethan dipped his fingers below the waistband of the black leather pants. They were too tight, too restricting and Justin felt on show, bound and gagged like a sacrifice to appease some angry god. But Ethan had insisted. It was a dress up party, he’d said, and he wanted to see Justin in skin tight leather, it didn’t matter that his costume wasn’t anything, all that mattered was that Ethan could run his fingers over the tight leather. He’d had his hand around Justin’s cock at the time, his mouth hot on Justin’s neck and Justin would have agreed to anything.
“No. Why are we invited?” He asked and Ethan frowned slightly, hands stilling on Justin’s skin.
“I don’t know. Does it matter?” He replied, pulling away completely and picking up the t-shirt. He held it out to Justin who glared at it again but took it.
“I just think its weird, that’s all.” Justin said as he pulled the shirt over his head and smoothed it out over his stomach. Ethan’s eyes went dark for a second and he took a step towards Justin, reaching out and running his fingers through Justin’s hair.
“Roman invited us.” He said, head to the side as he looked at Justin. Justin shifted under the scrutiny but Ethan nodded once to himself, obviously pleased with what he saw and turned away.
“Who’s Roman?” He asked and Ethan’s back stiffened, his shoulders squaring as he spun on his heel back to Justin.
“Brian’s Sire.” He said, watching closely at Justin. Justin kept his face, hopefully, blank as thoughts of Brian surfaced in his mind. He’d said goodbye to him, told himself never to think of Brian again, but he kept coming to the forefront of Justin’s mind, appearing when Justin least expected it. He sometimes woke from a dream with his hand wrapped around himself, images of Brian’s sweat soaked skin fading quickly as he tore his hand away from his hard cock in disgust. He sometimes had to bite his tongue from saying Brian’s name when Ethan touched him, and Justin closed his eyes against the memory of Brian’s fingers trailing over his skin.
“You don’t think it’s weird?” He asked, his voice rasping against his suddenly dry throat. He coughed and Ethan raised an eyebrow at him.
“I’ll tell you what I think. I think you look hot.” It was an off handed comment designed to get Justin to drop the subject. He came closer, pressing his hands to the thin strip of skin between Justin’s pants and t-shirt.
“Ethan...”
“Justin, enough. You’re part of this Pack now. We go, you go.” Ethan snapped, letting his hands drop. Justin frowned, tried to ignore the nagging voice in the back of his mind that taunted him, told him that Ethan thought he was nothing more than a commodity, a possession to be shown off. The taunting voice of Brian calling him Pet was loud in his ear as Ethan advanced with eyeliner.
“You’ll look fucking hot with this on.” Ethan said as Justin gave up the fight and let Ethan paint it on, brand him with make-up. Justin knew it was for Brian’s benefit, as sure as a sign on his forehead that read “Property Of Ethan Gold.” He shivered slightly as Ethan’ fingers brushed the hair across his forehead. “Close your eyes.” Ethan whispered as he ran a thumb lightly over Justin’s eye lid.
~*~
“So...” Brian ignored the soft voice from the doorway as he was attacked by a small bundle of over excited child, with sticky hands and muddy knees.
“Sonny-Boy.” He said as the little arms wound round his neck, and hot breath puffed onto his skin.
Gus was the one thing in Brian’s life he was proud of. A once in a million chance that turned out to be the best thing he had ever done, the best thing he had ever given life to.
Lindsay crossed her arms over her chest.
“So...” She repeated and Brian put Gus down on the floor, pushing him gently towards the corner of his office that was littered with toys.
“So what Linds?” He asked, standing tall and looking at her. He felt the ever present brief flicker of fear from her.
Lindsay was human. She would never be anything else. She was too stubborn. She was also head over heels in love with Mel. But no matter how many times Mel asked, begged, pleaded, Lindsay still refused to be turned, preferring to age gracefully. Which she did so well. There were a few more lines on her face than when Brian had first met her, lines which suited her, made her look softer, human, and Brian, in his darker moments, resented the fact she had the luxury of growing old.
Lindsay had been part of Roman’s crowd, one of Roman’s “special ones”. Protected from everyone else, left well alone. But she had been left with Brian when Roman moved on to bigger and better things and she had been half relieved, half disappointed. Almost glad to be free but she walked around feeling useless and unwanted, until Mel had turned up.
Brian had turned Mel years before. A moment of weakness, of loneliness. And she resented Brian in the same way Brian resented Roman, with the underlying love of a Childe for their Sire. It was something that Mel and Brian had in common. They didn’t hate each other, but preferred to spend most of their time apart. She had left Brian’s side years before, screaming insults at him as she stalked away and Brian hadn’t seen her until she’d come back to him and had found Lindsay.
“How is he?” She asked and Brian signalled to the chair in front of his desk. Linds smiled fondly at Gus as she sat down.
“Roman?” He asked and Linds nodded, biting at her bottom lip. “He’s...the same.” He finished with a shrug and Lindsay smiled at him as she reached forward and clutched at his hand. “Do you miss him Linds?” He asked.
“Don’t tell Mel.” She said with a crooked smile and Brian let out a small laugh.
“That might be hard considering our girly nights in together spent gossiping and braiding each other’s hair.” He said sarcastically, looking at Gus running a toy car across the carpet.
“You know what I mean.” She replied, letting his hand go. Lindsay had been the one to bring up the possibility of Brian fathering her child, whilst Mel sulked in a corner. Brian had agreed, if only to get them and their misguided hope out of his office. He had never thought it would work. There had never been any documentation about vampires fathering human children, but somehow it had worked. And five years ago Gus had been born in the middle of the night. Brian often wondered what affect his parentage would have on him, but nothing yet seemed out of the ordinary. He smiled as Gus made two toy cars crash into each other and turned to grin up at Brian.
“Yeah I know what you mean.” Brian replied.
“So...” Linds said again with a smile and Brian raised an eyebrow.
“I hate that tone of voice Linds.” He said and Lindsay stood, came around the desk and turned his chair around to face her as she perched on the side of his desk.
“Tell me about Justin.” Brian gripped at the arms of his chair. “Is he as cute as I’ve been told?”
“Mikey?” Brian asked and Linds shook her head.
“Debbie.” She replied and he made a mental note to have a word with Debbie the next time he got a free minute.
“There’s nothing to tell Linds. He’s nothing.”
“You think because I’m human I can’t smell a lie?” She asked, cupping his face in one hand.
“All I know Linds, is that it’s a bad idea.” Linds pressed a kiss to his forehead.
“Most things that turn out good, are bad ideas to start with. Look at Gus.” She replied, holding her arms out to Gus. He threw himself into her arms and Brian ruffled his hair as he nestled into Linds’ neck. “Come on sweetie. Let’s leave daddy to work.” Gus blew a kiss to Brian and Brian winked at him as Linds opened the office door.
“Hey Peter?” Brian smiled at the nickname. “Don’t let Roman dictate your happiness.” She said.
“He always has Wendy, why should now be any different.” Brian replied and Lindsay smiled sadly at him. “I’ll see you later tonight.”
~*~
Roman looked positively giddy as he stood on the catwalk next to Brian, surveying the club and the writhing bodies. There were angels and demons, pirates and fairies, rock stars and wet dreams, every costume worn just for Roman. His hand covered Brian’s; lacing their fingers together and Brian looked at him. Roman squeezed lightly.
“You certainly know how to throw a party Brian,” he said, a hungry grin on his face. Brian forced a smile back, reeling slightly as a wave of lust reached him from the club below. Roman closed his eyes, sniffed at the air. “I’m hungry.” He announced and Brian gestured at the crowd.
“They’re here for you,” he said and Roman grinned again, wound his hand into the hair at the back of Brian’s neck, pulled him close. “Try to refrain from actually killing anyone though, please?” Roman laughed lightly and kissed him. Brian could taste the hunger in his kiss at the same time as he caught the scent of Justin. He could feel Justin’s eyes on him as Roman pulled away, and the look on his face told Brian that Roman had sensed him too.
“Feels like your plaything is here Brian. Remember to behave,” he said as he turned away. Brian sighed, looked down at the crowd and caught Justin’s eye. There was a definite hint of jealousy in his gaze and Brian narrowed his eyes at him. Justin looked away, embarrassed at being caught staring. Brian watched as his made his way through the crowd and couldn’t help but admire the way the kids hips moved. A surge of want ran through his body as he made his way down the stairs, his eyes fixed on Justin and the skin tight leather clad around his hips.
“I thought we said goodbye,” Brian made his voice dark and heavy in Justin’s ear and Justin jumped slightly. “Couldn’t stay away?” Brian’s rested his hand on Justin’s hip, fingers pressing in slightly under the shirt, Justin’s skin hot against his own.
“I didn’t have a choice,” Justin replied, turning around to face him, Brain’s fingers dragged across his skin as he did so. “Um...Ethan made me come.”
“I could make you come too, probably without even touching you.” Justin shut his eyes as Brian opened his mind to him, thought of them together. Justin’s eyes closed briefly, sucking his breath in.
“I meant, to the party. And stop that.” Justin said, shaking his head and opening his eyes.
“Being a good little pet are we?” Brian asked. Justin bristled, narrowing his eyes at Brian. Brian knew he had the ability to make Justin feel hot and bothered one second then irate the next. He also knew it was a tactic he deliberately employed. Drifting between hot and cold leaving Justin in a tailspin, stopping him from ever getting too comfortable around Brian. Brian knew it was necessary, that it was the only way to stop Justin from getting too close, close enough to hurt. Justin sighed heavily as he went to sidestep him, trying to get away. Brian stopped him, hand around his arm.
“I’m not a pet.” Justin said. Brian cocked his head to one side, looked him up and down as Justin shifted uncomfortably.
“You dress yourself this evening?” He asked and Justin glared again, tried to tug his arm out of Brian’s grip. Brian growled slightly and pulled him into the shadows behind the stairs in the club, pressed him into the wall.
“What the hell are you...” The question died in Justin’s throat as Brian cupped his face in his hands, looked down at his painted eyes.
Justin froze as Brian dragged his thumb across the skin under Justin’s eye, smudging the dark eyeliner against his pale skin.
“Why are you hiding under all this shit?” He asked, leaning forward, feeling the pull Justin seemed to have on him. Brian felt Justin’s pulse speed up, the sound of his heart beating was loud in his ears as he leaned forward even more, his lips hovering just above Justin’s.
“Don’t you think I look good?” Justin asked, his voice shook slightly as he tried for sarcastic, breath ghosting over Brian’s lips. Brian let out a small, wry laugh, sliding his hand around Justin’s face to press a thumb into the soft skin under his chin, forcing his head up. He felt Justin swallow.
“You always look good. And you know it. But you don’t need to hide under this.” He said, smudging the makeup on the other eye. “He’s trying to make you into something you’re not, Sunshine. Something you don’t want to be. And you’re letting him.”
“It’s a costume party.” Justin muttered as Brian let go of himself. He captured Justin’s mouth in a kiss that he knew would have Justin’s toes curling. He pressed himself forward, covering Justin’s entire body with his own as he licked into Justin’s mouth, ignoring the voice that seemed to sigh finally loud in his head. He felt Justin moan and his hands slide into Brian’s belt loops, pulling his hips forward, his knuckles brushing over the skin at the top of Brian’s jeans.
Brian felt his fangs slide out as he rolled his hips into Justin’s, felt the lust rising in his belly as Justin groaned again. It took strength to pull away from him but Brian managed it, closing his eyes as he tried to push down the desire to sink his fangs into Justin’s neck. Justin licked his lips as if tasting Brian, but frowned and Brian felt anger under the lust radiating off him.
“Is that what you did to Dale? Made him feel this?” He asked and Brian growled as he pushed Justin back into the wall, Justin’s head connecting with the plaster with a thud that Brian heard over the music.
“You know nothing of Dale.” He snarled and Justin narrowed his eyes, but rolled his hips upwards, teasing Brian and Brian tightened his grip on Justin’s arms. Justin grimaced slightly but rolled his hips again.
“I know you wanted him. And I know you want me.” Justin said and Brian snarled again, pressing his hand to Justin’s crotch. Justin pulled his bottom lip between his teeth.
“And you want me.” Brian replied, leaning forward again and saying the words right into Justin’s ear.
“Fuck.” Justin cursed softly, letting his head fall back against the wall again as his hips moved on their own, arching up into Brian’s touch. Brian pressed the heel of his hand down and Justin groaned.
“Tell me you don’t want this Sunshine.” Justin’s fingers wound round Brian’s wrist, the tips settled over where Brian’s pulse would have been. Brian needed him to say it. He needed Justin to push him away, he couldn’t let himself get wrapped up with Justin. “Go on Justin, say it.” Justin tugged on Brian’s wrist, breathing in heavily through his nose before his other hand settled on Brian’s chest, fingers curled inwards, shaking slightly.
“I don’t want this.” He said as he pushed heavily on Brian’s chest. Brian felt the words like a punch in the gut, he could sense the lie underneath them though, but he could also feel Justin’s anger, anger at Brian, anger at himself for letting go enough to let Brian kiss him. “I don’t want you.” Justin continued, his voice surer this time, taking a step to the side, away from Brian, he felt all the latent heat from Justin’s skin leach out of his body. “I belong with them.” Brian laughed at that, cruel and cold, and fought the urge to pull him back.
“That’s where you’re wrong. You don’t belong with them and you know it. You’re just too desperate to belong to anything that you’re willing to settle for them.” Brian flung back. Justin jaw muscles clenched.
“As opposed to what? Not settling for them and ending up like Dale?” Justin replied and Brian’s resolve snapped, pulled Justin to him, his fingers hard around Justin’s arms. Justin struggled.
“You keep talking like you know what happened. You have no idea Sunshine.”
“Why don’t you tell me then?”
“Because you were willing to believe the worst in me so quickly.”
“You never gave me a reason to believe anything else.” Brian stared at him, feeling the heat buzzing behind his eyes as he lulled Justin to relax; his whole body went limp in Brian’s arms. He pulled him close, kissed him hard, savouring the taste of him, Justin whimpered but kissed him back, movements sluggish. Brian let him go and he stumbled backwards. He shook his head to clear it and stared at Brian, his hand curled into a fist at his side.
“Don’t ever fucking do that to me again,” he said, grinding the words out, “my mind is not your playground...Ethan was right about you, you do long to be alive. But no amount of wishing it going to make it true and no amount of hypnotising people into kissing you is going to make you feel alive. You’re dead.” He said, like he knew exactly the right words to say to hurt, words flung like knives at Brian. Brian scowled but knew this was his way out, his chance to get Justin to leave, to get the kid out of his mind once and for all.
“If Ethan was right about me, what are you still doing here? Get out of my club, get out of my city, there is nothing good for you here, Sunshine.” Brian turned to leave but felt Justin’s hand clamp around his arm and Brian shut his eyes briefly.
“Why the fuck do you call me sunshine?” Brian shrugged his hand off and half turned back to him, taking one last look at him.
“Leave, Justin. Now. While you still can.” He turned and felt Justin walk away, walking away from him again. Hopefully for the last time. He tried to ignore the slight ache in his chest as he saw Ethan’s arms wrap around Justin’s shoulder and pull him close. “I take it you heard everything.” He said as he felt Roman slide up next to him.
“I did.” Roman replied, face unreadable as he shifted the slumped twink in his grip. Brian ignored the imploring look in his eyes and stared straight at Roman. "Do you love him?" Brian blinked.
"Roman..." He said, pinching the bridge of his nose. He was tired, so tired of everything.
"Do you?" Roman asked, absently running a finger over the twink’s neck.
"He fascinates me," he answered simply, hoping that would be enough to put Roman off the scent, to make him leave the subject alone.
"Careful Brian, you fascinated me once,” Roman said, the warning clear in his voice and Brian suddenly felt fear for Justin’s life.
"Its nothing,” he said, a little too forcibly and Roman raised an eyebrow. “And if it ever was, its finished now." He added and Roman nodded. Brian felt a little better. Roman leaned forward, pointed a finger in Brian’s face.
“Make sure it stays that way…Brian,” he said, bending his head to the twink’s neck, “car to join me for a night cap?” Roman asked and the twink whimpered as Roman’s fang pierced his skin. Brian shook his head and looked away. He felt Mikey come up behind him and place a friendly hand on his shoulder. Brian gave him a quick smile as Ben slipped his hand into Mikey’s.
“Everything ok?” Mikey asked and Brian nodded once as Roman lifted his head, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and grinned at Mikey and Ben.
“Ah Ben. Just the person I wanted to see. Michael, mind if I borrow him for a minute?" He didn’t wait for an answer and shoved the twink into Brian’s arms. Brian placed him on the nearest couch, felt for his pulse. It was weak but regular under his fingers and Brian heaved a sigh of relief. That last thing he needed was a death in Babylon.
"What’s going on Brian?" Mikey asked. Brian stared after Roman and Ben as they disappeared up the stairs to his office.
"Nothing good, Mikey.”
~*~
Justin didn’t know what drew him to the diner, but it felt like a safe haven. Away from Brian and his mesmerising eyes. Away from Ethan, and the flashing lights of Babylon, the sinking feeling that whatever it was between him and Brian wasn’t over just yet. He was so angry with him, for what he did to dale, for using his powers on Justin, for making Justin feel that maybe he wasn’t as evil as Ethan made out. He wanted to punch him, to hurt him where it counted. He wrapped his fingers around the mug of coffee in front of him and tried to stop his body from shaking.
"Sunshine." He jumped slightly and looked up to find Debbie grinning down at him and he sighed.
"God, why does everyone call me that?" He said, throwing up his hands, nearly knocking the coffee over. Debbie raised an eyebrow.
"What's eating ya kid?" She asked slipping into the booth, putting on a come on, tell mother look. Justin shrugged, mopping at the coffee with a serviette.
"Nothing."
"You know you remind me of someone, he had real attitude too.” She said, putting her pencil behind her ear and snapping her gum. Justin sighed again.
"Let me guess...Dale?" He said, anger dripping over his words. Debbie paled slightly, but she looked curious enough, not accusing when she leaned forward and gently touched his arm, getting him to look at her.
"What do you know about him?" She asked and Justin shrugged again, ignoring the little voice inside that told him he was acting like a petulant child again.
"That he killed himself because Brian wanted to turn him.” He said and placed his hands on the table to leave. The diner turning out not to be the safe haven he’d imagined. Brian was he, stalking the corners with memories even though he was still at the club.
"Then you know nothing." Debbie said and Justin stopped, his arms bent, ready to raise himself up.
"People keep saying that." He said, letting himself back down and Debbie smirked to herself.
"Let me tell you about Dale." She said. Justin resisted the urge to lean forward and slouched back instead, crossing his arms over his chest. “I don’t know what Brian, or Ethan has told you. But what actually happened goes a little something like this…burger and fries.” Justin jumped again as she yelled into the kitchen and turned back to him with a grin.
“Dale was cute, he was blond like you. Real good kid. He got caught up in bad rubbish though. Brian tried to help him.”
“Why?”
“Would you shut up and let me talk? Brian tried to help him, because Brian is a good guy, contrary to what your pal Ethan may tell you. Anyway, he took him in, gave him a job. Brian has a weakness for a pretty smile and a cute butt. Dale had both…like you. He was also in love with Brian.” Justin looked down at that, at his hands wrapped once again around the coffee cup. Debbie reached a hand out and tentatively touch her fingers to his. “Just cos you’re like him, doesn’t mean that he doesn’t care, Sunshine.”
“I don’t care either way.” He replied shrugging, Debbie gave him a wry smile.
“Yeah right.” She raised an eyebrow unbelievingly at him. “Anyway. Enter your friend, Ethan. He took a liking to Dale, tried to bring him into his group, initiate him, make him part the pack. You have to be one before you can be part of the pack. Do you understand what I’m saying?” She asked, looking deep into Justin’s eyes. He suddenly knew what Brian was talking about when he said she was indefinable, there was something ancient and all knowing in her gaze and it made Justin shift uncomfortably in his seat.
His stomach growled as a plate piled with fries and the largest burger he had ever seen was placed in front of him. Debbie gestured for him to eat and he took a mouthful of the burger, eyes closing in bliss as he tried to remember the last time he ate something.
“I’ll ask you again Sunshine, do you understand what I’m saying?” Justin shook his head and Debbie sighed. “Whatever drove Dale to take his own life, had nothing to do with Brian.”
“Then who?”
“I never figured you would be just a pretty face. Work it out kid.” She said as she stood, pressing her hand into the base of her spine. There was a large crack and she sighed in relief, smiled at Justin a little sadly as she ruffled his hair and walked back to the kitchen.
Nothing to do with Brian.
Justin frowned into his burger, his mind racing. Brian had tried turned Dale, Brian had tried to seduce him. Or so Ethan had said. Instinctively Justin trusted Ethan, he was like him, he was a werewolf, they were part of a family. But yet, there was something about Debbie that Justin trusted too.
Nothing to do with Brian.
Justin bit on his bottom lip, putting down his burger and Debbie caught his eyes across the diner and nodded at him, the unspoken “you’re nearly there” sounded in Justin’s head and not for the first time he wondered what Debbie was.
“Shit.” He whispered to himself as a horrible cold feeling of realisation hit him, crawling up his throat. Debbie smiled sadly at him as he stood suddenly.
“Dinners on me kid. You go, do what you have to.” She said and Justin spared her a quick smile as he rushed out of the door.
~*~
“Where have you been?” Justin jumped, his hands pressing the door to the mansion closed as quietly as he could. He spun to find Ethan standing at the top of the stairs, his arms crossed over his bare chest. Justin swallowed.
“Thinking.” He replied, looking down at his hands. He heard Ethan’s feet pad down the stairs.
“About?” Ethan asked as he got to the foot of the stairs. Justin looked up then, his heart pounding.
“What happened to Dale?” He asked. Ethan paled, fingers tightening around the stair rail, knuckles going white against the dark wood.
“I told you.” He replied, letting go and taking a step towards Justin. Justin swallowed again, fought the urge to step back.
“You told me a story. Tell me the truth.” Justin said and Ethan’s anger rose in a wave out towards him. It nearly made Justin stumble and he pressed his hands into the door, grounding himself.
“I saw you with Brian this evening, under the stairs, his hands on you. What did he tell you?” Ethan asked. His voice was carefully controlled, as if concealing the dark anger that lay under the surface. But Justin could feel it, boiling just below his skin and he couldn’t work out if it was because Justin didn’t believe him, or he was being found out.
“Nothing. It wasn’t Brian.”
“Oh let me guess, that meddling bag from the diner.” When Justin said nothing Ethan smiled slightly, his lips curling at one side and nodded. “So it was her.”
“Does it matter who it was? What happened?” Justin asked again, pushing himself off from the door, coming closer to Ethan.
“Why don’t you believe me? I took you in, showed you nothing but kindness, taught you how to control the urges you feel, gave you a home and you repay me by distrusting me?” Ethan said, and there was a flicker of something under the anger in his eyes, something dark and primal and Justin knew he was pushing it. If he pushed much harder Ethan could turn.
“I’m just looking for the truth Ethan.”
“The truth is, Justin, that Brian would have his minions say anything to keep you with him. Why don’t you see that?” Ethan tried to control himself, lifted his hand to touch Justin’s face. Justin sidestepped, noticing the way Ethan’s hand shook with the effort of keeping his anger under control.
“Why can’t you answer my question?” Justin asked, putting distance between them. Ethan narrowed his eyes.
“I told you what happened.” He shouted and Justin flinched as the noise echoed off the walls of the large hall.
“Tell me again.” Justin said, quietly.
“Brian tried to seduce Dale. Dale killed himself.”
“You’re lying.” Justin said, the words coming out on their own. But he could practically taste the lie, bitter on his tongue as Ethan spoke the words between them. Ethan’s fingers wrapped around Justin’s arms and pulled him close, hands so tight, pressing into Justin’s skin hard enough to bruise.
“And what if I am?” He sneered and Justin struggled in his grip.
“You turned him didn’t you?” Ethan’s face was blank as he let Justin go so suddenly he stumbled. “It wasn’t Brian. It was you. You turned him. You made him one of us, and he killed himself because of it.” Ethan closed his eyes and bent over, pressing his hands to his knees, his back arched. “You drove that kid to suicide. Why? Because you wanted to take something from Brian? Are you that childish?” Justin asked, voice rising in anger as Ethan groaned, his fingers curling into his skin as his muscles rippled on his back. “Are you that pathetic? Was I gonna be take 2? And because I actually “belong” to you already, you didn’t have to take me. Just turn me against Brian. Well bravo Ethan. Well done. It nearly worked.” Ethan’s whole body arched, an animal cry escaping his throat and Justin took a step back.
“You better run Justin. Run back to Brian. Run fast.” Ethan growled, his voice lower than normal, his eyes blacker. Justin felt a shiver of fear run through him. He had pushed him hard enough, Ethan was turning and Justin was in the wrong place at the wrong time.
Chapter 5
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