One Year Later AU

[echolls_cursed]

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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[little_moons]

I figure the whole black leather thing's been over done. Hiding in the shadows, and stalking my pray. Whatever. Some things just don't change, and it's always been easier just to let 'em come to me. Using my body to get what I want pays off, and I don't really see how that's a bad thing.

Still licking my lips clean from my last kill, a girl dumped carelessly behind some crates in the alley, I slip back inside the club, brushing against the moving bodies on the dance floor and slipping up to the bar.

It's about time for me to get the fuck outta this town, and I promise myself the beer I buy'll be my last in this club. I don't even know what the fuck I'm still doing here. Like I'm just... waiting.

All the sudden my whole body tenses up, bristling and going on alert, this sharp buzz kicking on just under my skin. You can always feel when there's another one like you in the room, but this is different.

His face is turned but that doesn't matter. Huffing out a laugh, I reach out and pluck up the stake from beside his coaster, clotted blood smearing under my thumb.

"Well... Look who's home."