echolls_cursed | Vampire AU Prequel

Smirking, Joe leaned in, his hand still firm on the kid's throat. "Could be a sex thing," he said in a low voice, although that wasn't really it either. He could have this done in seconds, but there was something in the fight before death that Joe enjoyed. There was the fear and the bargaining, like they actually had something he might want.

I won't fight you, okay? Like Joe would just let him go if he was a good boy.

Starting to struggle again, Logan twisted wildly in the other man's grip, wondering if anyone would actually come if he yelled. "Let go," he panted, shivering a little and fighting back the panic.

"Make me," Joe hissed, his voice low as he leaned in and inhaled deeply, his eyes closed. It felt good, that fear, that panic, knowing he was causing it. It went through him like a thrill, an actual physical pleasure. "Make me let go."

It wasn't gonna happen. He was just fucking with him now.

"Please," Logan tried finally, swallowing hard and trying to pry the stranger's hand from his neck.

"Please?" Joe asked with a low, soft laugh and his fingers tightened. Not enough to cut off the supply of air, but enough to get the kid to shut up. To understand. "Please let you go? Then what the fuck am I supposed to do, eh? I'm fucking hungry."

Logan gasped loudly, voice gone as he focused on breathing. It hurt and he was afraid, more than he had been in a long time.

The fear was what spurred Joe on and he grinned, a feral kind of smile, and if there'd been enough light in the alley, the kid might've seen his teeth. But it was dark and Joe ducked his head, finding the kid's skin with his mouth, teeth piercing his skin.

Logan cried out at the bite, fighting harder and harder as he tried to get free. "Stop," he panted, pushing the other man hard, letting his fear become anger.

There was no way in hell Joe was going to stop and he shoved the kid harder against the wall, blunt nails digging into the skin of his throat as he held him in place. The fight was part of the fun and Joe let out a soft, annoyed sounding growl against his skin as he continued to drink from him.

It was las if he could feel the life slowly being drained from him, and as he grew weaker, the fighting stopped. Soon he was just holding on, trying to stay upright as he let out one sharp sob.

It was dark, so fucking dark, and even the lamplight in the distance seemed to fade as he clutched at the stranger's shoulders.

He should have stayed home.

Joe didn't know what the hell it was, what reason he had for the sudden spike of pity, but he pulled back moments before he knew the kid would die. It had been a long time since he'd bothered with anyone, but there was something... something he didn't know how to explain and so he ducked his head to his free hand and tore at his own wrist.

"Drink it or you're gonna fucking die," he demanded roughly, lifting his bleeding wrist to the kid's mouth.

Too gone to really hear what the stranger was saying, it took him a moment to even register what was happening.

He was dying. He was dying, nd there was no white light, no choir of angels... Hell, not even a slide show of his shitty life. There was nothing but the pounding rush of his heart as it fought to keep him alive, and blood. So much blood.

He wasn't sure why, but when the stranger offered his wrist, Logan latched on, sucking weakly as he felt his body give up on him. It was warm and coppery, and it coated his tongue as his heart finally stopped and he gasped one last time.

A small trail of red dribbled from his neck as he collapsed in the stranger's arms.

"Fuck," Joe cursed and he dropped the kid to the ground. For while he thought about leaving him there, just leaving him to burst into flame when the sun rose, but after a moment he leaned down and grabbed the kid by the arm. It was easy enough to clean off the blood, make it look like he was just drunk and then he slung the kid's arm around his shoulder and dragged him back out into the street.

Ten minutes later he dropped the kid onto his couch, then drew the curtains and sat down in front of the TV. He'd wake up eventually. And then Joe would have to fucking explain.

The first thing Logan noticed as his eyes started to open, was the fact that nothing hurt. The bite, the bruises that should have been there from the struggle... There was no pain.

He could hear the TV, and god was it loud... too loud, but after a moment the noise seemed to adjust and level out. Blinking his eyes open, he really hoped this wasn't hell. It would be such a let down if it was.

Everything seemed sharper, clearer, but when he gasped for a breath, it did nothing for him. That's when he noticed him.

Scrambling to his feet, Logan could feel himself panic again. Except this time his pulse wasn't pounding. It wasn't doing anything.

"Door's open, you can let yourself out," Joe offered in a low voice, not even looking up when the kid jumped off the couch. "Gotta say, though, you go out into the sun and you're gonna get yourself fried to a fucking crisp."

And that was putting it mildly. But he sure as hell wasn't going to stop the kid from bolting if he wanted to. He still didn't know what the fuck had possessed him to turn him in the first place.

"What?" Logan asked, looking confused and heading over to the window out of curiosity. The guy had to be fucking with him... this had to be some sort of fucked up prank.

Pulling the curtain back slightly a little light hit his palm, burning him instantly. "Fuck!" he gasped, jumping back and holding his hand tightly as he tried to sooth the singed skin.

"What did you do to me?" he asked, turning to look at the stranger again. "What did you do?"

Looking over at him, Joe pulled his legs back, out of the way of the triangle of sun that spilled across the floor. "Think about it for a second," he suggested. "You got bit. There was an exchange of blood and now the sunlight burns you."

Seemed pretty fucking obvious to Joe what had happened.

Logan was quiet for a long moment, and then suddenly, without warning, he lunged at the stranger.

"You bastard. You son of a bitch!" he yelled. "You killed me!"

Joe laughed, unable to help himself, hands going up to grab at the kid as he threw himself at him. "Yeah, I guess I fucking did," he agreed, but he didn't move from his chair beyond trying to push the kid back.

The guy didn't seem so insanely strong anymore, and Logan didn't give up easily. Not this time. And as he tried to throw a punch, he felt something change... His teeth lengthened and his whole body seemed to tense for a moment.

The punch hit Joe hard, snapping his head back, but he didn't stop laughing, didn't leave his chair. "Gonna beat me?" he asked through his laughter, kicking one with one leg, his boot hitting the kid's thigh.

Logan hissed a little, confused and angry as he straddled the man's thighs. "Turn me back. Whatever you did... undo it!"

"You think I fucking can? Tear your fucking head off or put a stake through you and that'll make you as dead as you would've been if I hadn't done this," Joe shot back, leaning up toward the kid, baring his teeth slightly. "So fuck you."

"Why didn't you just kill me?" Logan asked, swinging again and trying to ignore the hunger that was building inside him.

"You wanna fucking die?" Joe asked, grabbing his arm and shoving him off. He wasn't that much stronger than the kid anymore, but he was still strong enough and he got up, knocking him to the floor.

"Want me to burn your sorry ass?" he asked, going to the window. "Could just throw you out there."

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