Tate kept the pout on his face for a few moments before cocking his head and listening in to the night. He didn’t want the guy to do anything. He just wanted to make it clear.
He squinted his eyes for a moment and placed one finger on his lips to the other as the sound of voices cut through the silence.

Suddenly feeling that all was not lost, he leapt on to the wall behind him and crouched down, his grin as twisted as ever as he caught sight of three people heading closer to the town centre. In the distance he could also hear music. Clubs.
Why had he not thought of this before? From somewhere inside his mind, a voice crept up, throwing all sorts of ideas at him which were just too tempting. For a second, Tate tried to shake the thoughts away but as his eyes watched the three girls hungrily, it all became too much and his mind won.

Now from previous experience, Tate knew that clubs were one of the best places to stalk, and kill. Ok, so there was a slight chance of getting caught if he decided to start and then not stop but that was something that could be thought about after. Most of the staff, fellow clubbers just thought their dead friends were passed out or had been stabbed by some randomer. It was perfect. Just thinking about the easy targets there would be about made Tate almost squeal in excitement as he stood up on the edge of the wall jumped back to the guy on the floor.

He looked at him with a smile this time, not a grin or smirk but an actual pleasant smile as he walked closer before he circled behind him. He let his fingers trace across the boys shoulders and down his back as he spoke in a voice that didn’t even sound like his own. It was distant and thoughtful
“Oh, I didn’t say I wanted you to do anything. I just wanted to point out that since you made me lose my dinner and wait; I’m now going to have to kill twice as many just to satisfy my lust. Yes, lust. I don’t need it, I just enjoy it, the killing I mean. Come on, you can’t tell me you don’t get any pleasure out of it.”

If he had ever killed someone in a public place, Marcus would have his head. It wasn't fear that made Damien have control of his actions; it was because he simply had control, he knew of the dangers that pose if he would to ever just attack a human right where there are witnesses and potentially other vampires and hunters.

Damien said nothing, just watching how Tate was acting and looked to the entrance of the alleyway once three young girls were making their way to the club. They were just begging to be killed and even he had a urged, but he wasn't in the mood to be sharing any meals with a complete stranger, plus he had pets at home he could feed off of.

He didn't stop Tate though from wanting or even attacking, merely leaning against the wall and took out a smoke to calm his nerves down. His senses heightened now, trying to pick up any hunters that were near by and thank the lord that there weren't.

He didn't flinch or even move when he felt Tate's hand against his back and merely turned his head some, listening to the other. There is more in this world than killing people... He commented softly and just scowled.

Before Tate could said uncle, he was now suddenly behind him and pushed Tate against the wall, pressing his front against the others back and smirked. I could show you something that might fulfill your....lust.... he whispered softly into Tates ear, practically nipping at his ear and chuckled darkly.

Tate let his hand fall from the others back when he got his reply and snorted slightly in amusement. He hadn’t expected the guy to understand. Nobody ever understood. He was crazy and that he had come to accept. He still felt a little rejected that the stranger wouldn’t join him but then again, he was used to hunting alone. Everyone always thought it was safer that way.

He hadn’t expected at all what happened next. The stranger had somehow reversed the roles and had Tate pinned up, chest against the wall. He winced slightly before chuckling at the others words and spoke back in a whisper out of fear he’d just start laughing again.
“Oh I’m sure you could try but trust me, nothing is better feeling flesh break beneath your teeth and seeing their pain…”
In a weird way, he actually felt quite excited as he thought about this. And not excited in the way you feel when your mom tells you that you’re going to Disney land either.

He raised his arm and wrapped it around the others neck. Leaning his head back against the others shoulder for a moment. Biting his lip, a strange, wicked look flashed in his eyes.
He dug his nails in to the others flesh just where the shoulder and neck meet and felt it break before he pulled the stranger closer, just close enough for the stranger to hear what he whispered.
“You could try proving me wrong though…”

What Damien had in mind was either one of two options. One; he could take Tate back to his place and just let him have fun with one of his pets that he was planning on getting rid of anyway, or two; Tate and him could have some fun on their own. Damien wasn't past letting another vampire drink or bite him, it was even a turn on to him.

He felt the skin on where his shoulder and neck connect break, almost making a soft moan escape the blue eyed vampires lips. He simply wrapped a arm around Tates waist, making sure the other stayed trapped between him and the wall.

Come with me and I'll show you what I have in mind. He whispered, letting go of Tate and just started walking off. The wound on his neck started to bleed alittle, but he wasn't sure if Tate would even find another vampires blood to be tempting.

Considering Tate had never been one to appreciate being trapped or restrained, this was actually proving to be quite fun. In some ways it made him feel vulnerable towards the other vampire behind him and that alone sent a shiver down his spine, especially when he heard the words whispered in his ear.

He felt the arm that had once had a firm hold around him let go and almost gave a whine in protest but turning to watch as the stranger walked off, his concentration was immediately taken by the dark crimson on the others neck. It was almost too tempting not to pounce on him. Not just to taste him but also satisfy this urge that was creeping up every damn second. He was being teased and that never settled well.
A low growl escaped his throat as he took a few steps after the other vampire though he wondered if following him would be such a good idea. He didn’t even know who he was.

Biting his lip, he followed close behind, silently without a noise. The whole time he kept his eyes on the cut he’d left on the stranger in an almost trance like state at the deep crimson. A couple of times he had to resist the urge to reach out and touch the red mark. He had never seen another vampire bleed before and wasn’t sure if it had the same effects his own blood did to others. Reaching out would be stupid if that was the case.
"But it could be worth it.

He winced slightly at the thoughts that were telling him to do it, shaking his head in means of throwing them. That would be stupid and dangerous. Reaching out, he tapped the boy on the shoulder.
“Where are you taking me?” He asked quietly in a voice that made him sound slightly timid. He glanced around and realised he had no idea where he was being led and that always worried him.

He wondered if Tate would pounce on him at the sight of his own blood. Vampire blood had a different taste of course from humans, but his blood was different than that of a vampires in regards that it could heal wounds and even treat diseases. His blood has also been known to increase ones strength and make them healthier, but of course he would never let Tate in on that just yet.

He felt a tap on his shoulder and turned his head to see Tate. Back to my place of course. He said and smiled some.

Once they got there, he unlocked the door to a two story home and immediately another vampire could tell that humans were there. Sure enough, there were five rather young looking pets that were downstairs. Once they saw Damien, they almost wanted to rush upstairs but he ordered them to stay put.

The pet that he wanted to use was a young boy who had a feminine shape body and long black hair that came down to his waist. He had beautiful features to him that one would mistaken him for a female. The boy looked fearful at his master once Damien gripped his wrist and yanked him forward, practically making him fall to Tate's feet.

If you like you can have him, do what you please with him. He offered with a smirk.

What the stranger said left Tate in a mixture of confusion and shock. He’d never been taken to anyone’s house before; he wasn’t the type that people actually wanted to invite home. Again, he started to wonder if maybe there was a catch, some kind of trick the other was playing that he wouldn’t know about until it was too late.
He slowed his pace and made sure there was a good distance between them so if the stranger did decide to do something, he’d have time to retaliate.

It didn’t take long before they reached the house, the house that Tate had to stand and stare at for a few moments to admire its size and beauty. Admittedly, he felt a little jealous again. He felt jealous of everyone who had something better than he did.
He followed the boy to the door and watched warily as he unlocked it and stepped inside. Immediately he could smell what was on the other side and already he wanted them. The urge wasn’t as bad as before, somewhat controllable as long as one of them didn’t make the same mistake the guy in the pub did. But his confusion only grew as he stepped inside and took in his surroundings.

There were humans, in a vampire’s house. It made no sense. Shouldn’t they be dead?
He stared at the stranger as he crossed the room and grabbed one. He was a pretty young boy, maybe no older than Tate himself. Tate never took his wide, dark eyes of the two as they crossed the room back to where he stood. As the boy was pushed to the floor, Tate stumbled backwards, worried that the stranger was only doing this to push him and give in to his urges.
See, vampires weren’t the type to share humans. He’d heard of some of his kind having ‘pets’ that they could do as they pleased too but never once had he heard of them sharing them.

His eyes only widened more as the stranger told him to do as he pleased to it. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He didn’t trust this idea at all. It had to be a trick.
Still, he hesitantly took a step closer to the young boy who now looked terrified and Tate's expression somewhat matched it. Inside he was telling himself not too but as always, something was pushing him over the edge. He reached out and stroked the boy’s hair. It was soft, delicate, much like the human himself. Kneeling down, he glanced up at the vampire for a second as though asking for permission again before his grip tightened in the boy’s hair and he yanked his head to the side to expose his neck. He could see his pulse and the blood running through his veins and it was like a switch went off inside him. The boy cried out as Tate lunged at him, his teeth sinking in to the soft, warm flesh before he felt the hot, sweet liquid numbing the burning in his throat.

The whole scene would have been pretty barbaric to most humans and from around him he could hear the cries of the others who were clearly panicking now. He felt the boy’s body go limp but didn’t stop until he was sure there was nothing wasted. It was like heaven. The younger ones always were.

Pulling away, he looked at the lifeless body almost with a look of sadness before dropping it to the floor. Remaining knelt over the corpse, he wiped at his mouth to try getting rid of the excess blood around his pale lips though most of it just smudged. He couldn’t bring himself to look anywhere but at the floor now, suddenly scared that his urges were about to cost him. His whole body trembled slightly as he waited for the worst to happen.


OCC. Sorry it's so long. I get carried away when it comes to him killing things XD

Damien had planned on getting rid of the boy anyway, why not let the boys last moments be somewhat useful to another. The boy looked terrified, he didn't know what his master was thinking and Damien only watched with sick pleasure as Tate yanked the boys head to the side and plunged his fangs into his neck.

Life was now no longer in the boys eyes and his corpse merely laid cold, stone dead on the floor. The other pets panicked, but they dare not moved when Damien gave them that look. I am not going to kill you...I have been meaning to get rid of him, he was a disobediant pet. He said.

He finally dismissed the remaining pets, they quickly ran upstairs and locked their doors shut. He walked over to where Tate was, gently lifting the vampires chin and sensually licked any remaining blood. Your quite a messy eater. He said and chuckled.

Something inside Tate had changed. The burning in his throat had gone and his urge to kill had gone with it but had been replaced by another urge that scared him more than he sometimes scared himself. He hung his head though felt somewhat relieved that there were no tricks involved in the other boy’s actions. Still, he couldn’t shake the feeling off that the stranger still had something on his mind for him.

He glanced up when he heard the other humans being ordered to their rooms, watching as they all fled in terror from the room before he returned his gaze to the body. It made him wonder if this guy did this to everything that disobeyed him.

He heard the others footsteps draw closer and trembled more. He’d had this feeling before, the feeling of wanting something but this was different. The boy was a vampire.
He allowed the boy to lift his chin and remained still as stone, to terrified to move as he felt the others tongue cleanse away the mess he had made. The thoughts it left in his head were bad. Bad because he knew what he wanted to do but wasn’t sure if following them would be a good idea. It seemed that night had been a first for number of things but this one he hesitated on.

He closed his eyes as the other pulled away and commented on his eating before chuckling. Tate felt his cheeks burn in embarrassment before he reopened his eyes and gazed in to the others with a look of desire.
“I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to be…”

His voice shook as he whispered his words. He felt helpless, the same way he did when his lust for massacre took over and no matter how much he wanted to stop it, he just couldn’t.
Reaching out timidly, he ran his fingers down the boys cheek and then across his lips in fascination. He was stone cold. He wasn’t sure why this surprised him but is made him gasp slightly anyway.

Damien wanted to just smirk at the bad thoughts that Tate had in his head. Tate's mind and thoughts weren't safe around him, but he didn't say anything on his abilities just yet. Don't be.....I was quite messy myself when I was turned. He admitted.

He felt Tate's hand against his cheek now, just keeping his gaze locked onto the others and chuckled some at the gasp. Tate was just fascinated with him now, which was what he wanted. He gently placed his hand over Tate's and lowered the hand from his lips and cheek. He placed a chaste kiss to the boys palm, going all the way up to his fingers and kissed the tips of his phalanges.

You know...you could act out what you have going through that dirty little mind of yours. He whispered with a smirk.

Tate couldn’t take his eyes of the boy as his hand got taken in to his. Did he feel like that too to other people? He felt so… dead. He had to bite his lip to stop himself throwing himself at the boy right there and then and forced himself not to make any sudden moves he may later regret.
He almost whimpered as the boy started to kiss his palm and made his way up his fingers. Each kiss was like ice against his flesh but damn, every touch made him weaker.

He was shocked to say the least when the stranger seemed to read his thoughts, raising his wide eyes back to his with his mouth partially open. He had been about to say something, deny the accusations that there were things he wanted to do with him but he couldn’t force the words out.
Seconds later, he had thrown himself forwards at the boy, his hand pushing against the boys shoulders until he had him pinned to the floor. Straddling him, he pushed his lips against his hungrily as he moaned in excitement. All the while, his fingers clung to the boys shoulders, almost tearing through his clothes were they lay.

What happened next even took Damien by surprise. He felt the floor slam right into his back and looked up at the other with somewhat stunned eyes. He immediately kissed back though, running his hands up and down Tate's waist and sides.

He deepened the kiss, sighing softly against the others lips and bite at his lower lip, gingerly sucking at a small droplet of blood and stayed pinned, wondering what Tate would do next.

Tate felt the others lips kiss him back immediately and it was like nothing he had ever felt before. No human, witch or other supernatural could compare. He found it hard to breath.
He groaned slightly as the other ran his hands down his slim frame, shuddering in delight before he moved on hand and traced his fingers down the boy’s front. His hand soon found its way under the boy’s shirt where he continued to let it explore with great need.

Of course, something had to go wrong. He felt the others teeth nibble at his lips and moaned softly again, completely forgetting that this was a vampire for a second and vampires could break skin so easily. He felt the boys fangs puncture his lip and the blood seep to the surface. As soon as he felt it start to trickle the realisation hit him. He pulled away fast, horror in his eyes as he quickly made to run his thumb across the boys lip again to rid them of his tainted blood.
“Please don’t do that… you’ll only end up hurting yourself…”

He looked down at the boy with a worried expression wondering if his blood had touched his skin long enough to affect him. He knew the boy would be confused and that he needed to explain somehow. Leaning forward with the smallest drop of blood still on his lips, he kissed the boys neck gently, his lips brushing against his cold flesh as he worked his way down to his collar bone. This was the only way he could explain. It wasn’t enough to do any real damage but it would still burn like hell and leave a mark.

There was a slight burn and he wondered what in the hell made his lip suddenly burn. Tate pulled back then, staring at him with a worried expression and he wondered what was wrong. His blood was tainted? Was that what that burnt was?

It didn't hurt him to bad, but it kinda stunned him that someone's blood could burn. His did the exact opposite, it healed people. When Tate started to kiss his neck, the burning only continued and he hissed softly at the pain. He gripped Tate's arms and sigh softly at the feeling it caused.

Very interesting....my blood heals people.... He admitted softly and smirked.

Tate couldn’t help but smirk as the other vampire hissed under his touch. Sure, his acid like blood could be a pain at times and incredibly dangerous but given the right amount, it could also be quite pleasurable to. It depended how much pain you could really take. Tate knew his own blood, he knew how much and how long it took to do serious damage and would never use it against this boy, not intentionally anyway.

It seemed that the boy enjoyed being hurt when something sexual was added to it. He carried on moving his lips across the vampire’s collar bone until he reached the top of the boy’s chest. He had to stop to chuckle slightly at his words, only then lifting his head up slightly to look at him. The cut on his lip had disappeared completely. Smirking, he ran a finger down the boy’s front and then slipped his hand under the boy’s shirt again and pulled it up slightly to reveal his perfectly formed stomach

“Oh, my blood heals too, but only me. To everyone else it eats away at their flesh until there is nothing left. It can be quite handy sometimes. So, you told me your secret, how about you tell me your name too?”

He winked and bit his lip again teasingly, nothing but lust and mischief written across his face. His lips then found the boys stomach and he couldn’t resist the urge to bite in to his waist. Blood trickled down his lips again as he ran his tongue over the wound. It was like nothing he had ever tasted before and his lust only grew more. Moving back to the boys lips, he finally let his hands claw at the others shirt until it was just pieces of material laid on the floor beside them.