One Year Later AU
Nov. 8th, 2007 08:05 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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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Date: 2007-12-21 06:18 am (UTC)Close enough to smell him now. "You know that bitter taste of pain... Loss. Regret. Disappointment. All that shit. That swell of it that hits your tongue from the ones that know they're gonna die and they've wasted their whole pathetic life? You're covered in that. I can smell it from here. I'm some fucking pathetic streetwalker? What are you?"
Push, push back. Push push push and nothing fucking happens, but eventually, I figure, somebody's gotta break.
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Date: 2007-12-21 07:28 am (UTC)But all that shit, not the details but the rest of it... maybe, just maybe I understand. 'Cause most of me's felt dead since I was eight years old.
I listen to him, silent, face blank, and then I curl my hand around the back of his neck and yank him down into a kiss. Hard and biting and painful, but somehow weirdly careful at the same time. Putting all of it out on the table for him to see.
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Date: 2007-12-21 07:31 am (UTC)But he didn't.
Instead he returned the kiss with a hunger and a need he hadn't realized he had inside of himself. He held on tightly, pouring the few feelings he still had hidden under all the crap into the kiss as he pressed up closer.
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Date: 2007-12-22 02:35 am (UTC)"If you're leaving. I'll call you a car."
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