Logan Echolls (
echolls_cursed) wrote2007-11-08 08:05 pm
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One Year Later AU
After six months in New York, Logan couldn't say he was that thrilled to be back in LA. Not that New York had been fantastic either, though the change of diet had been nice. People out there tasted better. Fresher. Less like fake tan and carrot juice and more like good wine and stake.
He'd only been back a day though, and the fact that he was already bored out of his mind was a bad sign. Sure, he'd upgraded to a better hotel with a bigger room and better staff who could better serve his needs (nothing better than a hotel run by a fellow Vampire to call home), and yeah, after his latest business venture he had more money than he'd need for the next three decades or so... But he was bored. Bored of LA. Bored of everything. Maybe it was time to try somewhere new.
Europe has always been very vamp friendly, or so he'd been told, and he wondered what Italy was like this time of year.
An older man came to stand beside him, leaning against the bar and looking him over. Human, late thirties, good health... and a stake in his coat pocket. Thrill killer. There was always one that snuck into the club, if it wasn't this guy, it would be someone else. When he reached out and stroked Logan's cheek, Logan smirked, tilting his head and playing the role of naive young blood. Five minutes later and they were in one of the back rooms... ten minutes later and Logan was back at the bar, blood on his shirt and the wooden stake sitting next to his beer like a trophy.
Hunters weren't like the rest of LA. They tasted just fine.
He'd only been back a day though, and the fact that he was already bored out of his mind was a bad sign. Sure, he'd upgraded to a better hotel with a bigger room and better staff who could better serve his needs (nothing better than a hotel run by a fellow Vampire to call home), and yeah, after his latest business venture he had more money than he'd need for the next three decades or so... But he was bored. Bored of LA. Bored of everything. Maybe it was time to try somewhere new.
Europe has always been very vamp friendly, or so he'd been told, and he wondered what Italy was like this time of year.
An older man came to stand beside him, leaning against the bar and looking him over. Human, late thirties, good health... and a stake in his coat pocket. Thrill killer. There was always one that snuck into the club, if it wasn't this guy, it would be someone else. When he reached out and stroked Logan's cheek, Logan smirked, tilting his head and playing the role of naive young blood. Five minutes later and they were in one of the back rooms... ten minutes later and Logan was back at the bar, blood on his shirt and the wooden stake sitting next to his beer like a trophy.
Hunters weren't like the rest of LA. They tasted just fine.
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"Everything we did was recorded on TV and in tabloids..."
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What were they even doing?
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"You taste like sex, and pain... Like regret," I say, leaning in and pressing my mouth up close to his ear. "There aren't words for what you taste like."
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No two people tasted exactly alike, and some people... some people tasted like all the things they couldn't hide.
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After all, deep down he was itching too.
Maybe it all came down to power, and the fact that he knew he had it over Neil. The fact that if he wanted, he could have the other boy anytime he wanted, anyway he wanted... He had all the power, and he liked making Neil squirm.
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I'm hungry and I'm not in the mood to beg for anything, including my food.
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He waited a little, and when Neil seemed to be taking his time, Logan refused to chase after him. Instead, he started to undress and headed towards the master bedroom. It would be daylight soon anyway.
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