echolls_cursed | Vampire AU Prequel

"You killed me. Took my life," Logan argued, ducking his head a little so he could nuzzle against the man's neck, baring his teeth.

He wasn't sure Joe would let him, but he was damn well going to try.

"Yeah, that's what I fucking do," Joe said, grabbing Logan's hair at the back of his head and pulling him again. "It's what you're gonna fucking do starting now."

Logan cried out sharply, his head snapping back as he growled again.

"Because of you. You did this to me."

"Yeah and someone did it to me, get the fuck over it," Joe said with a laugh, his hands tightening in Logan's hair. It was actually sort of funny, it was fun to fuck around with him.

"Fuck you, that's not my fault," Logan gasped, glaring hard and trying to get free from Joe's hold on him.

"You wanna fucking eat or not? I can leave you here to fucking starve," Joe snapped, ignoring the other statement. It didn't matter whose fault it was, it was fucking done.

"You won't leave me," Logan said, growling again. "Couldn't keep me here if you did anyway."

"Where the fuck are you gonna go?" Joe asked with a snort. "Gonna walk out into the sun? I don't give a fuck where you go once it gets dark."

"Just feed me and then let me go," Logan growled.

"I offered you," Joe snapped back, then pulled away and offered his wrist again. He didn't know why he was so against letting Logan feed from his neck. Maybe it was all part of fucking with him.

The hunger inside him was too much to ignore, and even though it wasn't what he wanted, Logan took the other man's wrist.

Teeth sinking into flesh, Logan closed his eyes as he took his first real drink. The blood wasn't quite warm enough, not quite fresh enough, and his gut told him something better was waiting for him after night fall. He drank though, not stopping until he was sure he'd had his fill.

It left him feeling... strange. As if suddenly he was drawn to Joe. Bound to him.

It was always a strange feeling, a deep sort of pull inside of him, but he'd grown used to it over the years. He'd grown to like it just a little bit, though sometimes he hated the connection it drew between them.

"Feel better?" he asked when Logan pulled away.

"No," Logan said quietly, though he did. He felt calmer, more stable. He felt different than he had upon first waking.

Joe snorted with laughter, then licked the blood away from his own wrist as the wound healed. "Yeah, you fucking do," he argued. He knew how it felt, he remembered the first night.

Logan watched the other man with a small amount of want. He wanted to be the one who'd licked the wound clean. Wanted to be wanted. Wanted to make the other man like him.

It was scary, and Logan forced himself to get up and off the bed.

Joe sprawled out on the bed, his hands pillowed behind his head as he grinned over at Logan. "Gonna go somewhere?" he asked, smirking a little.

"Maybe," Logan said. "Maybe I'll take my chances with the sun."

Yeah. Right.

"What's happening to me?" he asked quietly. "Why do I feel like this?"

"Like what?" Joe asked. "Like you can't fucking leave? Like, even worse, you don't fucking want to? It's the blood. You've got mine in you now and I've got yours."

"Why would you do that? You don't even like me," Logan accused. "Fix it. Make it... stop."

"Only way to make it stop is kill you," Joe replied with a little shrug, his mouth still quirked up into a faint smirk. "You know where the door is, man."

"What if I killed you instead?" Logan asked, though even though he was angry, he had a feeling he was no match for the older man. "It's like in the movies, right? Fire, cross, holywater... Doesn't sound too hard."

"You really wanna try that?" Joe asked curiously, his eyebrow arching as he studied Logan. "You're stronger than you were last night, yeah, but all you've had to eat is a bit from me and I got years on you. Years. You have no fucking idea."

So many years in a city secured a vampire a place in whatever hierarchy existed and Joe had worked a long time to get where he was.

"I'm not afraid of you," Logan insisted, eyeing the wooden chair in the corner and wondering if the whole stake through the heart thing was true.

Fuck it, he was dead, right? What was there left to lose?

Kicking the chair as hard as he could, Logan watched it crack and crumble. Reaching into the rubble, he grabbed the most jagged peice of wood he could find, and lunged at Joe.

Joe had expected the attack, he could feel the anticipation and the curiosity and he knew eventually Logan would learn to use those sense to his advantage, but he was still new and it hadn't happened yet.

When Logan lunged, both Joe's hands came up and he grabbed Logan's wrist, snapping it hard, hard enough to break bones. His other hand plowed into his chest, trying to push him back.

Dropping the stake, Logan let out a deep cry as the pain shot up his arm.

"Fuck," he panted, feeling helpless when the extra air did nothing to calm or sooth him.

Pulling away from Joe, he cradled his broken wrist in his hand, shuddering as he flet it slowly repair itself and snap back into place.

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