echolls_cursed | One Year Later AU

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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.

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"Always gotta be so fucking dramatic," I smirk, curling my hand in his shirt and tugging him closer, letting my nose brush long his jaw, "I still remember what you taste like."

"Oh yeah?" Logan asked, tugging Neil's hand away from his shirt and holding his wrist tight enough to bruise as he yanked the smaller boy closer. "What do I taste like?"

"Dark. You taste dark. And familiar," I gasp, letting him pull me closer without complaint and tipping my head back to look at him.

"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."

Logan was still for a moment, and then abruptly let go of Neil's wrist. "It's all just blood," he muttered, even though he knew that wasn't true.

No two people tasted exactly alike, and some people... some people tasted like all the things they couldn't hide.

"Yeah, you know that's a bunch of bullshit, as well as I do," I say, making no move to step away. Maybe even moving a little closer instead and feeling that tug inside my chest... that force dragging us together.

Logan gave Neil a curious look when he stepped closer, looking down at him as he tried to ignore the other boy's familiar scent.

"You really bring me all the way out here, just the two of us all alone, and you're not gonna do anything about it?" I whisper hotly into the shell of his ear, sliding my hand up his chest, and it's been long enough now that I'm not even startled by the lack of heartbeat anymore.

"Maybe I just like making you wait," Logan smirked. "Maybe I like the way you look when you start itching for it."

"Maybe I have been for months," I point out, long, cool fingers curling in the waistband of his slacks and pulling him flush against me.

Logan snorted a little when Neil pulled him closer, obviously unimpressed. He wasn't sure why he was so hard on the other boy. Not really.

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.

Not fucking worth it. Not worth the begging, only to get nothing back for it. Rolling my eyes, I shove him away, slipping away from him and heading over to the basement door. I fling it open and disappear into the darkness, door slamming behind me, the whimpering getting louder as soon as my feet hit the stairs.

I'm hungry and I'm not in the mood to beg for anything, including my food.

Edited 2007-12-20 04:01 (UTC)

Logan Laughed as Neil stormed off, grinning a little to himself as he headed over to the bar to pour himself a drink.

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.

I stumble back up the stairs, limbs feeling warm and heavy and loose, wiping a drop of blood from my lips and slamming the door shut behind me to muffle the screaming. Buzzing with a free kill and a good feed, I slip into the master bedroom, already stripping out of my blood-splattered shirt and watching him from the doorway.

Wearing only a pair of loose fitting pajama bottoms that he'd found in the newly stocked closet, Logan sat in the bed with one bedside lamp on, flipping through an old book. Some trashy airport paperback that had probably been his mother's.

He glanced up when Neil entered the room though, taking in the other boy's blood stained clothing and quirking a brow. "Any survivors?" he asked sarcastically.

"Got a little messy. I saved you some," I say, tossing my shirt to the floor and stripping out of my pants on the way over to him.

"That's good, I like to get in a mid-day snack," Logan said dryly, looking Neil over again before returning to his book.

Not that it was half as interesting as Neil's body...

Without a word, I reach out and snatch the book out of his hand, sending it flying and crashing into the wall next to the bed with a satisfied and mischievous grin.

Looking up, Logan gave Neil an unamused look. "Go get it," he said firmly, making it clear he wasn't in the mood to play games and that he expected Neil to do as he was told.

Snorting out a laugh and narrowing my eyes, I say, "Yeah, I don't think so."

"Do it, or I'll make you," Logan warned, looking annoyed.

"How you plan to do that?" I ask, leaning toward him a little, cocking my head to the side and giving him an almost innocently curious look.

Eyes narrowing, Logan reached out and grabbed the other boy by the throat. "Do you really want to find out?" he asked. "I'm not in the mood to play with you, so stop trying to get under my skin."

"Yeah? What the fuck are you in the mood for?" I hiss, teeth bared and leaning into the touch instead of cowering away.

Logan didn't say anything, he just shoved Neil away roughly. "Nothing," he decided, even though that wasn't true. He didn't know what he wanted... he was just restless.

Stumbling back, I grind out an angry... fucking frustrated as hell, "Fuck you. Get your own fucking book."

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