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raynedanserwrites) wrote2009-01-07 11:40 am
raynedanserwrites) wrote2009-01-07 11:40 am
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SeSa 2008
Lance hated these affairs. The expensive wine that he never drank, the orchestra pushed discreetly into a corner, the fancy gowns and tuxedos. He liked the glittering baubles that women wore around their necks, the silk ties the men wore that showcased their throats to magnificent perfection. A waiter walked by and he traded his empty wine glass for a full one, took a few steps and carefully poured part of its contents into a nearby plant. Even if he wasn’t drinking it, he must keep up appearances.
He smothered a yawn, more from habit than from real reflex, and circled the room, eying everyone there in their finery. The women laughed and mingled with other women. A gloved hand would be gently laid on another woman’s arm as one would lean closer to laugh quietly, then lean back again as the conversation continued.
Outside, lightening split the dark and moments later, rain came down heavily against the windows. Lance took a few more steps, continuing to watch all the faces. The lights flickered once, but the power held and Lance quickly spared a glance outside before looking back in at the people in the room with him.
He didn’t know why he came to these things, but his agent, a brash, pushy woman that never tired of trying to let him get in her pants, thought they were the place for him to be seen. She insisted that these little soirées, as she liked to call them, helped his sales. He wished he could make her understand that not only was he never going to get into her pants, but no one ever really noticed him at these events and they were only a waste of his time. Not that he didn’t have time to spare, he thought.
As he continued to circle the room, one face stood out to him. He was of average height, had dark hair and eyes, a neatly trimmed goatee, and filled his tux very nicely, Lance decided. Lance closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. He even smelled good, an odd combination of musk and mint. The man was animated, his eyes sparkling as he chatted and laughed with his companions.
Curiosity piqued, Lance moved closer and tried not to actually listen to the conversation. The man had surrounded himself with beautiful women who thought nothing beyond what they would wear to the next night’s party, who had the best gown and shoes and jewels. It was really quite boring, he’d decided long ago. He could imagine the current conversation likely wasn’t much different than those he usually picked up when he let his defenses fall.
Lance stood to the side, leaned a shoulder against a white marble pillar that soared to the high ceiling, and watched as the conversation continued. At last, he wasn’t bored anymore.
After a time long enough for Lance to exchange his wine glass two more times, the other man left the group he’d been with and crossed the crowded room over to the far wall. It was banked with high, arched French doors that opened onto a stone patio. Some of the doors were open already, some were not. Lance knew from past experience that there were stone steps at either end that curved down into well manicured gardens.
Lance waited a few moments to watch the crowd for a few minutes more and to assure himself that the other man wasn’t going to be coming back in any time soon. Finally, he pushed himself away from the column and crossed the room himself, going through an open set of doors.
His eyes needed no time to adjust to the near total dark and with a quick glance up and down the patio, he realized that the other man was no where to be seen. He took a few steps to the waist high stone wall that enclosed the patio. He laid his palms on the flat top of the wall, and leaned forward as he looked out into the well-kept gardens. The earlier storm had moved through quickly, leaving only the damp stones lining the floor of the patio in its wake. The clouds had cleared out quickly, revealing a bright, almost full moon.
The gardens ahead of him were divided – there was an area for lilies off to one side, another for an expansive rose garden, another with perennials that bloomed from spring to fall that butted up against a large green house. Beyond that, shrubs had been trimmed and shaped into a small maze that ended with a small courtyard in the middle with a stone patio and a lit marble statue in the center.
Lance first spotted movement, then a shape that he recognized as belonging to the man from inside and he smiled in the bright moonlight, knowing there was no one outside to see it glint off his sharp teeth. He could go faster, had gone faster, but tonight there was a beautiful garden lit by moonlight to enjoy. He could still hear the orchestra from inside, which helped shape the mood.
When he’d finally caught up to his prey, Lance slowed a little and watched as the man entered the “maze” and expertly worked his way to its center. Lance’s grin grew and he followed him in, led by the sound of the other man’s footsteps. He got to the center a few moments after the other man and found him sitting on a stone bench that faced the fountain.
Lance gracefully sat next to him without saying a word.
“You’ve been watching me,” the other man accused.
Lance nodded slightly. “I have.”
“Why?” The other man looked at him now and confusion knit his brow.
Lance sought for an answer. Why indeed? “You – intrigued me,” he finally settled upon.
The other man snorted quietly. “Intrigued you?” he echoed. “I’m Joey.” He held his hand out for Lance to shake.
Lance grasped Joey’s hand and suppressed a shudder. Joey’s grip was firm, strong, without applying too much pressure. Lance could feel his pulse in his grip and felt his hunger flare. “Lance,” he answered with practiced self control. Lance touched the tip of his tongue to his sharp teeth, tasted his own blood as he pricked his tongue. He watched Joey intently. The man was incredibly beautiful and didn’t seem to know it.
“What?” Joey asked.
“I want to bite you,” Lance whispered softly. He reached out with a hand, touched Joey’s cheek, brushed some dark hair back away from his face as a light breeze picked up and caught it.
Joey chuckled nervously. “You what? Why?”
Lance shrugged and leaned in. He leaned into the crook of Joey’s neck and inhaled Joey’s scent sharply. “Your scent pulls me in. It ... compels me,” he answered, equally confused. Never before had he felt drawn like this. It confused him and almost scared him. “Can I?”
Joey tilted his neck, baring the artery for Lance. Lance moaned softly as he watched Joey’s pulse move just beneath the skin. He moved one hand to Joey’s shoulder, the other to cradle the back of Joey’s head as he lightly dragged the tips of his teeth up Joey’s neck. Finally, he found the point he’d been looking for and sank his teeth in. He moaned as Joey’s essence filled his mouth, flowed down his throat. He drank eagerly, mindful of Joey’s pulse as he did, careful that it didn’t grow too weak.
When Joey’s pulse had grown weak, but not too much so, Lance forced himself to pull away. Joey was watching him with glazed eyes, waiting to see what would come next. Lance brought his wrist up to his mouth and tore at the flesh there eagerly with his teeth, then held his wrist up to Joey’s mouth.
“Drink,” he coaxed when Joey turned questioning eyes on him. Joey grasped his wrist and held on as he brought it to his mouth and drank greedily. Lance let him drink his fill, only pulled his wrist away when he began to feel light headed. “Stop. If you do not, you will drain me too much,” he explained.
Joey’s complexion had regained some color, but his eyes were heavy lidded and Lance knew that it was a matter of time before he fell into the deep sleep of the newly dead. That simply couldn’t happen here. He stood and held out his free hand to Joey.
“We need to go. You’ll need to rest and I need to feed again,” he explained. “There will be time for questions when you’re next awake.”
Joey nodded wordlessly and put his hand in Lance’s, then stood. Lance knew then that Joey would follow him where ever he led and he smiled, no longer caring if someone saw the moonlight shine off his teeth. He felt a surge of excitement flow through him, the first time in such a long time that he had felt such emotion. He had a companion now, something that hadn’t happened in centuries. He realized that he and Joey were strangers, but they’d been drawn together and now they had endless amount of time to get to know one another.
He smothered a yawn, more from habit than from real reflex, and circled the room, eying everyone there in their finery. The women laughed and mingled with other women. A gloved hand would be gently laid on another woman’s arm as one would lean closer to laugh quietly, then lean back again as the conversation continued.
Outside, lightening split the dark and moments later, rain came down heavily against the windows. Lance took a few more steps, continuing to watch all the faces. The lights flickered once, but the power held and Lance quickly spared a glance outside before looking back in at the people in the room with him.
He didn’t know why he came to these things, but his agent, a brash, pushy woman that never tired of trying to let him get in her pants, thought they were the place for him to be seen. She insisted that these little soirées, as she liked to call them, helped his sales. He wished he could make her understand that not only was he never going to get into her pants, but no one ever really noticed him at these events and they were only a waste of his time. Not that he didn’t have time to spare, he thought.
As he continued to circle the room, one face stood out to him. He was of average height, had dark hair and eyes, a neatly trimmed goatee, and filled his tux very nicely, Lance decided. Lance closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. He even smelled good, an odd combination of musk and mint. The man was animated, his eyes sparkling as he chatted and laughed with his companions.
Curiosity piqued, Lance moved closer and tried not to actually listen to the conversation. The man had surrounded himself with beautiful women who thought nothing beyond what they would wear to the next night’s party, who had the best gown and shoes and jewels. It was really quite boring, he’d decided long ago. He could imagine the current conversation likely wasn’t much different than those he usually picked up when he let his defenses fall.
Lance stood to the side, leaned a shoulder against a white marble pillar that soared to the high ceiling, and watched as the conversation continued. At last, he wasn’t bored anymore.
After a time long enough for Lance to exchange his wine glass two more times, the other man left the group he’d been with and crossed the crowded room over to the far wall. It was banked with high, arched French doors that opened onto a stone patio. Some of the doors were open already, some were not. Lance knew from past experience that there were stone steps at either end that curved down into well manicured gardens.
Lance waited a few moments to watch the crowd for a few minutes more and to assure himself that the other man wasn’t going to be coming back in any time soon. Finally, he pushed himself away from the column and crossed the room himself, going through an open set of doors.
His eyes needed no time to adjust to the near total dark and with a quick glance up and down the patio, he realized that the other man was no where to be seen. He took a few steps to the waist high stone wall that enclosed the patio. He laid his palms on the flat top of the wall, and leaned forward as he looked out into the well-kept gardens. The earlier storm had moved through quickly, leaving only the damp stones lining the floor of the patio in its wake. The clouds had cleared out quickly, revealing a bright, almost full moon.
The gardens ahead of him were divided – there was an area for lilies off to one side, another for an expansive rose garden, another with perennials that bloomed from spring to fall that butted up against a large green house. Beyond that, shrubs had been trimmed and shaped into a small maze that ended with a small courtyard in the middle with a stone patio and a lit marble statue in the center.
Lance first spotted movement, then a shape that he recognized as belonging to the man from inside and he smiled in the bright moonlight, knowing there was no one outside to see it glint off his sharp teeth. He could go faster, had gone faster, but tonight there was a beautiful garden lit by moonlight to enjoy. He could still hear the orchestra from inside, which helped shape the mood.
When he’d finally caught up to his prey, Lance slowed a little and watched as the man entered the “maze” and expertly worked his way to its center. Lance’s grin grew and he followed him in, led by the sound of the other man’s footsteps. He got to the center a few moments after the other man and found him sitting on a stone bench that faced the fountain.
Lance gracefully sat next to him without saying a word.
“You’ve been watching me,” the other man accused.
Lance nodded slightly. “I have.”
“Why?” The other man looked at him now and confusion knit his brow.
Lance sought for an answer. Why indeed? “You – intrigued me,” he finally settled upon.
The other man snorted quietly. “Intrigued you?” he echoed. “I’m Joey.” He held his hand out for Lance to shake.
Lance grasped Joey’s hand and suppressed a shudder. Joey’s grip was firm, strong, without applying too much pressure. Lance could feel his pulse in his grip and felt his hunger flare. “Lance,” he answered with practiced self control. Lance touched the tip of his tongue to his sharp teeth, tasted his own blood as he pricked his tongue. He watched Joey intently. The man was incredibly beautiful and didn’t seem to know it.
“What?” Joey asked.
“I want to bite you,” Lance whispered softly. He reached out with a hand, touched Joey’s cheek, brushed some dark hair back away from his face as a light breeze picked up and caught it.
Joey chuckled nervously. “You what? Why?”
Lance shrugged and leaned in. He leaned into the crook of Joey’s neck and inhaled Joey’s scent sharply. “Your scent pulls me in. It ... compels me,” he answered, equally confused. Never before had he felt drawn like this. It confused him and almost scared him. “Can I?”
Joey tilted his neck, baring the artery for Lance. Lance moaned softly as he watched Joey’s pulse move just beneath the skin. He moved one hand to Joey’s shoulder, the other to cradle the back of Joey’s head as he lightly dragged the tips of his teeth up Joey’s neck. Finally, he found the point he’d been looking for and sank his teeth in. He moaned as Joey’s essence filled his mouth, flowed down his throat. He drank eagerly, mindful of Joey’s pulse as he did, careful that it didn’t grow too weak.
When Joey’s pulse had grown weak, but not too much so, Lance forced himself to pull away. Joey was watching him with glazed eyes, waiting to see what would come next. Lance brought his wrist up to his mouth and tore at the flesh there eagerly with his teeth, then held his wrist up to Joey’s mouth.
“Drink,” he coaxed when Joey turned questioning eyes on him. Joey grasped his wrist and held on as he brought it to his mouth and drank greedily. Lance let him drink his fill, only pulled his wrist away when he began to feel light headed. “Stop. If you do not, you will drain me too much,” he explained.
Joey’s complexion had regained some color, but his eyes were heavy lidded and Lance knew that it was a matter of time before he fell into the deep sleep of the newly dead. That simply couldn’t happen here. He stood and held out his free hand to Joey.
“We need to go. You’ll need to rest and I need to feed again,” he explained. “There will be time for questions when you’re next awake.”
Joey nodded wordlessly and put his hand in Lance’s, then stood. Lance knew then that Joey would follow him where ever he led and he smiled, no longer caring if someone saw the moonlight shine off his teeth. He felt a surge of excitement flow through him, the first time in such a long time that he had felt such emotion. He had a companion now, something that hadn’t happened in centuries. He realized that he and Joey were strangers, but they’d been drawn together and now they had endless amount of time to get to know one another.
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