echolls_cursed | Vampire AU Prequel

"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."

Logan scrambled away when he hit the floor, moving as far as he could get from the window. "I just want to know why I'm not dead," he said, looking up at the man, desperate for answers.

"Because I fucking took pity on you," Joe replied with a shrug. "Because you were fucking pathetic and I didn't want to deal with that shit. What the fuck does it matter?"

"I was... I was dying!" Logan argued. "I wasn't pathetic. I did what anyone would do. If you think i'm so worthless, why don't you just finish me then?" Logan challenged, refusing to believe that was the true reason the man had done what he did.

"What does it really fucking matter?" Joe asked, his hand falling away from the curtain, staring at the kid. "You're still here, so just fucking deal with it."

Pulling himself to his feet, Logan tilted his chin up with a look of defiane, wandering over and sniffing the man curiously.

Anger.

he could smell anger.

"I'm hungry," he said quietly, curious as to how the stranger would react as he sniffed at his neck.

"Figured you would be," Joe answered, but he didn't offer anything to deal with that hunger. "Can't go out until it gets dark, otherwise you're fucked."

Logan just looked a little twitchy. "Where are we?"" he asked next.

"My house," Joe answered. "There's no one else here right now." But that would change when the sun went down, it always did. After so long in LA, he barely had a night to himself and sometimes it drove him fucking nuts. Sometimes it drove him right out of the house.

"And who are you?" Logan asked, stepping a little closer and giving the man a curious sniff.

And god, that was weird. Really fucking weird. Since when did he rely on sent for information?

"You done smelling me?" Joe asked dryly, but he remembered his first night, the way everything had been amplified, how he'd been able to hear conversations happening blocks away and smell every emotion coming off a person in waves.

"I'm Joe," he said, returning to the TV so that he could click it off. "And you'll learn soon enough not to fuck with me."

"Or what?" Logan asked, clearly not impressed. "You just proved you have no intention of killing me. I don't think that leaves me with a whole lot to fear."

"I get bored easily," Joe said with a small smirk, amused by the kid's assumptions that he'd just keep him around forever. "I've killed people I like a hell of a lot more than you."

"So why me? What do you want?" Logan asked, still not believing the other man would hurt him... despite the fact that he'd killed him only hours before.

"I was bored," Joe said dryly, slumping down onto the couch, sprawled comfortably, his legs spread. "Needed something to do. And I felt sorry for you."

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