A belated bonfire night fic!
Nov. 9th, 2003 06:34 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sparkindarknessAnd since I haven't written them in a while - it's from the Predator team. This does vaguely fit with the current storyline, honest. Well, I can make it fit!
Lakshmi pushed closer to the fire, making constructive use of elbows and an occasional knee to clear her path. Most people would hesitate at such action, maybe out of manners, but definitely because kicking twenty stone men in the shins and elbowing through a pack of teenage gangers was hardly a survival technique. Of course Lakshmi wasn’t that worried, partly because she didn't worry about anything. She was one of those few lucky people who went through life with utter surety in herself, not arrogance, but a powerful confidence that made most people back down. It’s hard to stand up to someone who is so stubbornly certain that they will win. Her confidence had faded only once, the worst day of her life; but it had only added a razor edge of ruthless hate to her pride.
The second reason why she wasn't worried was the sociopathic serial killer with lethal fighting skills following her. Of course most people would consider this a much greater reason to worry than any amount of disgruntled muscle men, but the assassin was on her side. We’ll, she was pretty certain he was anyway. Besides, he was wearing a fluffy blue bobble hat that was way too big for him and had to keep pushing up out his eyes. It’s hard to be scared of anyone wearing fuzzy sky blue wool, even if his eyes are dead and cold in the firelight. Well, the fluffy blue hat had been her gift to him, mainly in hope that he’d actually show some bloody emotion once in a while. Even Father Michaels had nearly choked when he saw it, and had to leave the room to preserve his dignity and laugh in private. Did Ian even smile? Did he wince at having to wear it? Did he run screaming like any sane person would? Nope, he nodded, and put it on, and now looked like some reject from a kid’s TV programme. If kid’s presenters carried hidden weapons, anyway. Actually, she didn’t think that would be all that bad an idea.
She pulled free of the crowd, nearly in the front row, the heat was intense, but it was worth it to see the roaring flames and the launching of the first fireworks. The sky was torn by emerald and sapphire explosions. Lakshmi watched them with the open joy of a child, laughing with glee as the reflected lights danced in her eyes. A fountain of sparks shot up vibrant colours from the ground, shifting from hue to hue. Ian hardly seemed to see the fireworks, his icy green eyes shifting through the crowd instead, scanning from face to face with diamond hard scrutiny. Lakshmi tried to loose herself in the exciting energy of the crowd. It was amazing to take a break at last, their lives seemed to have become one long string of working, fighting, and loss.
Loosing yourself and having some fun would be a lot easier if she didn't have the silent sentinel at her back.
“We’re having a day off Ian, you could at least pretend you’re having fun.” He could as well, she knew. He was one of the best actors, perhaps the best actor she had ever seen. She should know, she had been battling to get into the acting scene for a while now. Then again, she generally thought Ian could assume any personality he wanted simply because he had none of his own.
“The monsters do not have holidays.” She was actually a little surprised he answered, though his voice did really ruin the mood. She had read no end of books that used the phrase ‘emotionless’ but never had she actually met someone who qualified. Several people were shifting away from him, leaving them in a little circle. It tended to happen, unless Ian worked at it most people could pick up what he was. maybe not consciousness, but somewhere, in that animal part of their brain, most folks knew a predator when they came across it; something that would kill you rather than talk to you. It was real useful when you were in a queue, let you get to the front in no time!
“So, what, you think a vampire or a werewolf is going to nick some kiddie’s sparklers or something? You are seeing a shrink right? A new one, since the last one’s in an asylum now.” Actually, it was only half a joke. They all knew that the only reason Ian wasn’t a major league serial killer wanted all through the country was their war against the monsters. He had some serious issues, she was sure, almost as sure as she was about really not wanting to know about them. Alright, he may be a psychopath, but at least they're putting him to good use, right?
“It’s not so unbelievable. How many other nights of the year are there when so many people - especially the young, the helpless and those unused to violence, gather together so late after dark? It’s noisy, would you notice someone being kidnapped or murdered? Then you can put the body on any number of fires and claim a tragic accident.”
He's done a risk assessment of bonfire night. Now she knew he needed a holiday.
“You are beyond paranoid, Ian. I’m going to have to get you drunk sometime, see if we can loosen you up a little.”
He wasn’t listening. He was still scanning the crowd, like a soldier in hostile territory.
“There is a vampire on the other side of the fire.”
She froze. She glared around, looking for the creature, barely even trying to be subtle. Her dancing, happy eyes were now glazed with hate, her smile was just a baring of snarling teeth.
“Where?” She hissed, her voice growling between clenched teeth.
“Three people from the back. Male. Tall. Red hair. His breath isn’t misting, he isn’t breathing or his body is no warmer than the air around us. Either way, he’s dead and walking.”
“We kill it.” Her voice left no room for doubt.
“Yes.” There was never any doubt in Ian’s voice. “He hunts the two children near the fire - they’ve pushed forward away from their parents to get a better look.”
Lakshmi didn’t care much, beyond fear for the children. You couldn't convince her there was a vampire who didn’t deserve to die. She knew Ian only cared because Father Michaels was big on only killing the ones they could prove to be evil. They were all evil, she was sure of that, but at least this way they made sure they concentrated on the worst of them. It wasn't like they had the resources to take down all of them in the city. Or even the neighbourhood.
“Are you armed?”
Lakshmi shook her head, eyes never leaving the red haired man. All she had was an attack alarm, just in case. She doubted it would have much effect against a vampire though.
“Take these.” She looked down at the small aerosol can and lighter he pushed into her hands. The aerosol was unlabelled and looked tampered with. He added a miniature bottle of quality whisky. “If it comes to it, the aerosol’s a flame thrower, the alcohol’s an accelerant, and the vampire had an unfortunate accident on bonfire night. That’s plan B.”
She nodded. “Gotcha. What’s Plan A, and how will In know when it’s time for Plan B?”
“Plan A is I distract him, you watch. When I give the signal - I’ll stamp my foot, gently though, so keep your eyes open - distract him, see if you can find a firecracker or something.”
“Ok... and when’s Plan B?”
“If he kills me, it’s time for Plan B.”
She had never backed him up before, but no way was she backing out now, she'd see the leech burn. Not ‘or die trying’ - this leech was dead.
They started towards the vampire, Lakshmi’s elbows taking the lead. Ian pulled the fluffy blue hat down low, and a little off centre. He unfastened his hair and let it fall in an untidy mass all round him, long bangs falling into his eyes. The now playfully sparkling green eyes looked stunning through the veil of soft golden hair. He unbuttoned his shirt and cuffs. The sleeves were too long and covered his hands, through the gap in his shirt you could see his t-shirt that clung to his chest and stomach, not tightly, just enough to give a vague, teasing impression to what lay underneath. He smiled, awkwardly and tripped, pulling the laces of his trainers undone and turning down the cuffs of his jeans.
Lakshmi stopped, sheathing the crowd clearing elbows of doom and the big boots of stomping, close to the vampire. It was getting dangerously close to the children. She turned to Ian and gaped. She knew he was a good actor, she had seen him near transform a dozen times before, but it never failed to surprise her. Despite herself, she was jealous, if she were half that good an actor she would have made it big a long time ago.
Ian looked younger, 17 maybe 16. His eyes were mischievous and innocent, gleaming with excitement. his head turned to follow every bright flash of light with the simple pleasure of a child writ large on his face. His clothes looked too big, like hand me downs, or like a kid who was untidy and scruffy, not old or mature enough yet to care about his clothes. He kept brushing his hair out of his eyes clumsily. The hair softened the diamond hard lines of those amazing cheekbones, made his face look rounder, gentler. He was always gorgeous, and still was, but now he was cute as well. Cute and harmless. He was definitely never harmless.
He nodded to Lakshmi, waved, and practically skipped to the undead monster. How he could get that close to the freak she would never know. She loathed vampires.
Ian slid in front of the vampire, smiling up at the tall creature. “Hey! Um... I dunno how to say this, but well... I saw you across the fire, and well, I love red hair and... Oh, crap, I’m bad at this.”
Lakshmi’s jaw dropped. Every word rang with uncertainty. He had even ducked his head and looked at his shifting feet, staring up through a fringe of hair. She was impressed, and slightly amazed that the vampire was buying it. She had seen its eyes scan up and down Ian’s body, and it definitely liked what it saw. Lakshmi winced, she had a sudden idea what Ian’s plan was, and she really didn’t like it.
Ian lead the vampire away from the crowd. To most people it would probably look like the vampire was leading the inexperienced teenager away. Lakshmi knew better, and was awed at how skilfully Ian managed to stammer through suggestions. She could see the vampire grow more excited with every uncertain stutter and awkward trip. Great, not only a vampire but a cradle robbing vampire. This thing was toast.
Ian stared uncertainly into an alley, drawing the vampire’s attention to it. The creature grinned, and gently urged Ian towards the alleyway, smiling reassuringly, or what it thought was reassuringly. Ian could see fangs. It didn't worry him.
Still peering up shyly at the taller vampire, Ian moved closer, pressing against the blood sucking creature. The predator grinned, not even trying to hide it’s fangs, and slid one preternaturally strong arm behind Ian’s back, pulling him closer than Ian’s naive, shy move had intended. The vampire lowered its head, and Ian nervously brought himself onto tip-ties to kiss the taller creature. His kiss was uncertain, inexperienced. The vampire kissed like he wanted to eat the beautiful boy in his arms, its tongue probed deeply inside him, it worked strong jaw muscles, pushing the kiss to be the most it could be. Ian obligingly melted against the vampire, hands pressed against its chest, eyes closed and soft sounds of pleasure escaping from his lips, still glued to the vampire’s. The vampire growled, hands digging hard into Ian’s body, body grinding against his.
The kiss was long and intense, Ian’s breath hissed desperately, the vampire’s hands roamed up and down his back, dipping below the waistband of his jeans to rub its fingers along the top of his buttocks. It couldn’t push its hands lower without ripping the material, the trousers were far too tight for that.
The vampire finally broke the kiss, long after Ian’s knees had given way, and he dangled limply between the strong, grasping hands of the undead. His hair had fallen raggedly in front of his gleaming green eyes; his breath rasping desperately before he could finally put his feet underneath him. The vampire grinned with dark pleasure at the helplessness of the boy in his arms. Victory glowed on his face. It made Lakshmi grind her teeth, her fists clenching on the aerosol in her hands.
Ian looked up slowly, shaking just slightly, to meet the vampire’s eyes. He smiled, timidly, a faint blush darkening his cheeks. His hands nervously stroked over the vampire’s chest, tracing the swell of the pectoral muscles, barely touching the slim taut stomach. His fingers ducked briefly downwards, to the vampire’s waist before leaping back up, like a startled rabbit. He blinked uncertainly, staring questioningly up at the taller vampire through a veil of golden hair. Lakshmi gasped, one hand going o her mouth to try and stifle the sound, she needn’t have bothered, the vampire was lost in the depths of Ian’s stunning eyes. How could he change so completely? The act was so perfect, so incredibly total. Even she found it hard to reconcile the innocent, naive teenager before her with the callous killer she knew, the man he had been less than twenty minutes before!
The vampire put one heavy hand on Ian’s shoulder. Ian’s eyes widened, fearful but eager, as the red haired blood sucker pushed him down kneeling in front of him. As Ian’s knees hit the floor, the vampire’s hand snaked round the back of his head, pulling it closer to the now level groin. Lakshmi could hear Ian swallow loudly, nervously even over the cracking of fireworks and the roaring of the fire. Her hands shook, he wouldn’t. Sure he wouldn’t? She already knew the answer, but she still couldn't bring herself to accept it.
Ian raised shaking hands to the vampire’s jeans. He fumbled clumsily with the row of buttons, awkwardly pulling them apart. Lakshmi was sure at least one of them came loose. Ian pulled the vampire’s jeans down to his thighs, then continued his inexpert exploration of the undead’s underwear. She fought not to look away as Ian pulled down the thin cloth, and the vampire’s erect cock sprang outwards, inches from the young man's face. He wouldn’t...
Ian blinked nervously up at the vampire, before leaning forwards and taking the hard cock into his mouth. His cheeks bowed inwards as he sucked hard. The vampire pressed its hand to the back of Ian’s head, pulling him mercilessly towards him, forcing Ian to tilt his head and open his throat to take the full length of the creature into his mouth. If Ian had been nearly as inexperienced as he acted he would have choked, the hand at the back of his head was like iron, giving no room to pull away or escape. Ian knew how far to take the ruse, using his tongue expertly as the vampire thrust hard into his mouth again.
Lakshmi jerked her head up. Look at the head - no the vampire’s head! It was almost as disturbing as seeing its hips slamming into Ian’s face, its balls smacking his chin with every plunge, and Ian’s nose burying itself in the wiry red pubic hair. She blushed furiously, wishing the night wasn't so bright. It seemed almost worse watching the vampire’s concentrated face, those glazed eyes and slack mouth in the flickering light of the bonfire. She wished she could close her ears to the thick wet sound of the vampire’s cock in Ian’s mouth. It was even worse than the vampire’s grunting, and groaning. The vampire was definitely getting into it.
A change in the vampire’s moaning, and from the wet sounds she was really trying not to hear pulled her eyes downwards against her will. Ian had managed to pull his head away from the vampire's cock and was now lapping at the ball beneath the shining, erect shaft. One of his hands was still wrapped around the straining organ, rubbing at every increasing speed as he buried his face in the vampire’s groin, sucking and licking everything he could reach. Lakshmi’s head darted upwards so fast she think she pulled a muscle. Couldn’t he just kill the bloody thing already?
The vampire fell backwards, leaning heavily against the wall. Lakshmi saw the bricks crack and gaped. She’d forgotten how strong these things were. The vampire threw back his head, mouth wide open, fangs bare, and started to gasp - the first air she had seen it breathe. The creature stifled its yells and screams with both hands pressed tightly to its mouth, its whole body trembling like a leaf in a storm. She kept her eyes glued to its head. She didn't want to see it come, didn't want to see what Ian was doing. She didn’t even know how he could do it. With a vampire!
The vampire finally quieted, eyes closed with pleasure, one hand resting gently on Ian’s head. She looked down just long enough to see Ian throw a handkerchief away, she tried real hard not to think about why. The vampire’s eyes opened slowly as Ian’s hands ran over his chest, far more confidently than before. The undead smiled, fangs peaking beneath his lips at the sparkling predatory light in the young man's green eyes. Ian smiled, and it was so not naive now. He started to stand, bringing one leg up against the vampire’s, rubbing against its still exposed groin. It shivered at the feel of the rough denim against its spent, exposed cock. Ian stood. The foot hit the ground. Hard.
Lakshmi blinked. Her mind finally getting in gear. She scrabbled for her attack alarm, held it as close to the vampire’s face as she dared get. The vampire’s head snapped towards her as she approached, lips skinning back in a snarl. She staggered backwards, alarm forgotten, her eyes frozen on the glowing red iris’s of the undead monster.
The vampire jerked. The infernal light in those eyes died. The vampire collapsed to the floor, expression slack, body limp. Ian stepped back, adjusting his sleeve. He nodded to her.
She looked at him, scared and more than a little freaked.
“What...?”
“I wouldn’t get as close as that next time. But it worked, it was quite young, not as fast as some of them can be.”
“How...?”
Ian pulled the vampire over onto its back. A short shaft of wood poked out of its chest, over its heart. Ian adjusted the cuff on one baggy sleeve, giving Lakshmi a brief glance of some complicated metal device that seemed to be mainly springs.
“Difficult thing to use. The wooden stake’s so thin it breaks if you hit bone, even a rib. You’ve also got to hit a heart dead on for it to have any effect. Something older than this and it might have slowed it down a little, not much more.”
Lakshmi just stared at him. How could he be so cold? He’d just sucked a vampire off, then staked it!
He watched her stunned stare impassively. “I had to catch it off guard to set up the shot. It worked.”
She still couldn't understand it. She wasn't sure she had to, if it meant one less vampire in the world. She watched as he dragged the vampire upright, pulling it to the end of the alley. He took off his fluffy blue hat and pulled it over the vampire’s head. It was big enough for him to cover its face completely.
“Hey! I knitted that! What’re you doing with it?”
She punched him on the shoulder, trying to pull the hat off the corpse in his arms. They emerged from the alley, and his grin came back up like magic, as he fended her off. A man at the edge of the crowd stared at them. She blinked, exaclty how were they going to explain this?
Ian laughed, all childish again. “Penny for the guy, mister?”
“Wow, kids, that’s amazing! Shame about the head.” He stepped back, ushering the crowd out of their way to give them a path to the fire. Lakshmi caught on quick and joined the cry.
“Penny for the Guy!”
“Penny for the Guy!”
“Penny for the Guy!”
“Penny for the Guy!”
Kids danced round the corpse, amazed at how realistic it was. Lakshmi, and Ian laughed with them every step. Right up to the bonfire. The crowd gathered round and heaved, throwing the paralysed vampire onto the fire.
People cheered, the party began in earnest.
Lakshmi and Ian stared at the burning form in silence. The fire consumed the body until nothing but ash was left.
Lakshmi sighed, and leaned closer to the killer next to her.
“Don’t think you’ve got rid of that hat. I’m going to make a new one for you. In pink. With matching mittens.”
She was sure - almost sure - that one eye flinched. She’ll crack that facade one day. She swore it.
Lakshmi pushed closer to the fire, making constructive use of elbows and an occasional knee to clear her path. Most people would hesitate at such action, maybe out of manners, but definitely because kicking twenty stone men in the shins and elbowing through a pack of teenage gangers was hardly a survival technique. Of course Lakshmi wasn’t that worried, partly because she didn't worry about anything. She was one of those few lucky people who went through life with utter surety in herself, not arrogance, but a powerful confidence that made most people back down. It’s hard to stand up to someone who is so stubbornly certain that they will win. Her confidence had faded only once, the worst day of her life; but it had only added a razor edge of ruthless hate to her pride.
The second reason why she wasn't worried was the sociopathic serial killer with lethal fighting skills following her. Of course most people would consider this a much greater reason to worry than any amount of disgruntled muscle men, but the assassin was on her side. We’ll, she was pretty certain he was anyway. Besides, he was wearing a fluffy blue bobble hat that was way too big for him and had to keep pushing up out his eyes. It’s hard to be scared of anyone wearing fuzzy sky blue wool, even if his eyes are dead and cold in the firelight. Well, the fluffy blue hat had been her gift to him, mainly in hope that he’d actually show some bloody emotion once in a while. Even Father Michaels had nearly choked when he saw it, and had to leave the room to preserve his dignity and laugh in private. Did Ian even smile? Did he wince at having to wear it? Did he run screaming like any sane person would? Nope, he nodded, and put it on, and now looked like some reject from a kid’s TV programme. If kid’s presenters carried hidden weapons, anyway. Actually, she didn’t think that would be all that bad an idea.
She pulled free of the crowd, nearly in the front row, the heat was intense, but it was worth it to see the roaring flames and the launching of the first fireworks. The sky was torn by emerald and sapphire explosions. Lakshmi watched them with the open joy of a child, laughing with glee as the reflected lights danced in her eyes. A fountain of sparks shot up vibrant colours from the ground, shifting from hue to hue. Ian hardly seemed to see the fireworks, his icy green eyes shifting through the crowd instead, scanning from face to face with diamond hard scrutiny. Lakshmi tried to loose herself in the exciting energy of the crowd. It was amazing to take a break at last, their lives seemed to have become one long string of working, fighting, and loss.
Loosing yourself and having some fun would be a lot easier if she didn't have the silent sentinel at her back.
“We’re having a day off Ian, you could at least pretend you’re having fun.” He could as well, she knew. He was one of the best actors, perhaps the best actor she had ever seen. She should know, she had been battling to get into the acting scene for a while now. Then again, she generally thought Ian could assume any personality he wanted simply because he had none of his own.
“The monsters do not have holidays.” She was actually a little surprised he answered, though his voice did really ruin the mood. She had read no end of books that used the phrase ‘emotionless’ but never had she actually met someone who qualified. Several people were shifting away from him, leaving them in a little circle. It tended to happen, unless Ian worked at it most people could pick up what he was. maybe not consciousness, but somewhere, in that animal part of their brain, most folks knew a predator when they came across it; something that would kill you rather than talk to you. It was real useful when you were in a queue, let you get to the front in no time!
“So, what, you think a vampire or a werewolf is going to nick some kiddie’s sparklers or something? You are seeing a shrink right? A new one, since the last one’s in an asylum now.” Actually, it was only half a joke. They all knew that the only reason Ian wasn’t a major league serial killer wanted all through the country was their war against the monsters. He had some serious issues, she was sure, almost as sure as she was about really not wanting to know about them. Alright, he may be a psychopath, but at least they're putting him to good use, right?
“It’s not so unbelievable. How many other nights of the year are there when so many people - especially the young, the helpless and those unused to violence, gather together so late after dark? It’s noisy, would you notice someone being kidnapped or murdered? Then you can put the body on any number of fires and claim a tragic accident.”
He's done a risk assessment of bonfire night. Now she knew he needed a holiday.
“You are beyond paranoid, Ian. I’m going to have to get you drunk sometime, see if we can loosen you up a little.”
He wasn’t listening. He was still scanning the crowd, like a soldier in hostile territory.
“There is a vampire on the other side of the fire.”
She froze. She glared around, looking for the creature, barely even trying to be subtle. Her dancing, happy eyes were now glazed with hate, her smile was just a baring of snarling teeth.
“Where?” She hissed, her voice growling between clenched teeth.
“Three people from the back. Male. Tall. Red hair. His breath isn’t misting, he isn’t breathing or his body is no warmer than the air around us. Either way, he’s dead and walking.”
“We kill it.” Her voice left no room for doubt.
“Yes.” There was never any doubt in Ian’s voice. “He hunts the two children near the fire - they’ve pushed forward away from their parents to get a better look.”
Lakshmi didn’t care much, beyond fear for the children. You couldn't convince her there was a vampire who didn’t deserve to die. She knew Ian only cared because Father Michaels was big on only killing the ones they could prove to be evil. They were all evil, she was sure of that, but at least this way they made sure they concentrated on the worst of them. It wasn't like they had the resources to take down all of them in the city. Or even the neighbourhood.
“Are you armed?”
Lakshmi shook her head, eyes never leaving the red haired man. All she had was an attack alarm, just in case. She doubted it would have much effect against a vampire though.
“Take these.” She looked down at the small aerosol can and lighter he pushed into her hands. The aerosol was unlabelled and looked tampered with. He added a miniature bottle of quality whisky. “If it comes to it, the aerosol’s a flame thrower, the alcohol’s an accelerant, and the vampire had an unfortunate accident on bonfire night. That’s plan B.”
She nodded. “Gotcha. What’s Plan A, and how will In know when it’s time for Plan B?”
“Plan A is I distract him, you watch. When I give the signal - I’ll stamp my foot, gently though, so keep your eyes open - distract him, see if you can find a firecracker or something.”
“Ok... and when’s Plan B?”
“If he kills me, it’s time for Plan B.”
She had never backed him up before, but no way was she backing out now, she'd see the leech burn. Not ‘or die trying’ - this leech was dead.
They started towards the vampire, Lakshmi’s elbows taking the lead. Ian pulled the fluffy blue hat down low, and a little off centre. He unfastened his hair and let it fall in an untidy mass all round him, long bangs falling into his eyes. The now playfully sparkling green eyes looked stunning through the veil of soft golden hair. He unbuttoned his shirt and cuffs. The sleeves were too long and covered his hands, through the gap in his shirt you could see his t-shirt that clung to his chest and stomach, not tightly, just enough to give a vague, teasing impression to what lay underneath. He smiled, awkwardly and tripped, pulling the laces of his trainers undone and turning down the cuffs of his jeans.
Lakshmi stopped, sheathing the crowd clearing elbows of doom and the big boots of stomping, close to the vampire. It was getting dangerously close to the children. She turned to Ian and gaped. She knew he was a good actor, she had seen him near transform a dozen times before, but it never failed to surprise her. Despite herself, she was jealous, if she were half that good an actor she would have made it big a long time ago.
Ian looked younger, 17 maybe 16. His eyes were mischievous and innocent, gleaming with excitement. his head turned to follow every bright flash of light with the simple pleasure of a child writ large on his face. His clothes looked too big, like hand me downs, or like a kid who was untidy and scruffy, not old or mature enough yet to care about his clothes. He kept brushing his hair out of his eyes clumsily. The hair softened the diamond hard lines of those amazing cheekbones, made his face look rounder, gentler. He was always gorgeous, and still was, but now he was cute as well. Cute and harmless. He was definitely never harmless.
He nodded to Lakshmi, waved, and practically skipped to the undead monster. How he could get that close to the freak she would never know. She loathed vampires.
Ian slid in front of the vampire, smiling up at the tall creature. “Hey! Um... I dunno how to say this, but well... I saw you across the fire, and well, I love red hair and... Oh, crap, I’m bad at this.”
Lakshmi’s jaw dropped. Every word rang with uncertainty. He had even ducked his head and looked at his shifting feet, staring up through a fringe of hair. She was impressed, and slightly amazed that the vampire was buying it. She had seen its eyes scan up and down Ian’s body, and it definitely liked what it saw. Lakshmi winced, she had a sudden idea what Ian’s plan was, and she really didn’t like it.
Ian lead the vampire away from the crowd. To most people it would probably look like the vampire was leading the inexperienced teenager away. Lakshmi knew better, and was awed at how skilfully Ian managed to stammer through suggestions. She could see the vampire grow more excited with every uncertain stutter and awkward trip. Great, not only a vampire but a cradle robbing vampire. This thing was toast.
Ian stared uncertainly into an alley, drawing the vampire’s attention to it. The creature grinned, and gently urged Ian towards the alleyway, smiling reassuringly, or what it thought was reassuringly. Ian could see fangs. It didn't worry him.
Still peering up shyly at the taller vampire, Ian moved closer, pressing against the blood sucking creature. The predator grinned, not even trying to hide it’s fangs, and slid one preternaturally strong arm behind Ian’s back, pulling him closer than Ian’s naive, shy move had intended. The vampire lowered its head, and Ian nervously brought himself onto tip-ties to kiss the taller creature. His kiss was uncertain, inexperienced. The vampire kissed like he wanted to eat the beautiful boy in his arms, its tongue probed deeply inside him, it worked strong jaw muscles, pushing the kiss to be the most it could be. Ian obligingly melted against the vampire, hands pressed against its chest, eyes closed and soft sounds of pleasure escaping from his lips, still glued to the vampire’s. The vampire growled, hands digging hard into Ian’s body, body grinding against his.
The kiss was long and intense, Ian’s breath hissed desperately, the vampire’s hands roamed up and down his back, dipping below the waistband of his jeans to rub its fingers along the top of his buttocks. It couldn’t push its hands lower without ripping the material, the trousers were far too tight for that.
The vampire finally broke the kiss, long after Ian’s knees had given way, and he dangled limply between the strong, grasping hands of the undead. His hair had fallen raggedly in front of his gleaming green eyes; his breath rasping desperately before he could finally put his feet underneath him. The vampire grinned with dark pleasure at the helplessness of the boy in his arms. Victory glowed on his face. It made Lakshmi grind her teeth, her fists clenching on the aerosol in her hands.
Ian looked up slowly, shaking just slightly, to meet the vampire’s eyes. He smiled, timidly, a faint blush darkening his cheeks. His hands nervously stroked over the vampire’s chest, tracing the swell of the pectoral muscles, barely touching the slim taut stomach. His fingers ducked briefly downwards, to the vampire’s waist before leaping back up, like a startled rabbit. He blinked uncertainly, staring questioningly up at the taller vampire through a veil of golden hair. Lakshmi gasped, one hand going o her mouth to try and stifle the sound, she needn’t have bothered, the vampire was lost in the depths of Ian’s stunning eyes. How could he change so completely? The act was so perfect, so incredibly total. Even she found it hard to reconcile the innocent, naive teenager before her with the callous killer she knew, the man he had been less than twenty minutes before!
The vampire put one heavy hand on Ian’s shoulder. Ian’s eyes widened, fearful but eager, as the red haired blood sucker pushed him down kneeling in front of him. As Ian’s knees hit the floor, the vampire’s hand snaked round the back of his head, pulling it closer to the now level groin. Lakshmi could hear Ian swallow loudly, nervously even over the cracking of fireworks and the roaring of the fire. Her hands shook, he wouldn’t. Sure he wouldn’t? She already knew the answer, but she still couldn't bring herself to accept it.
Ian raised shaking hands to the vampire’s jeans. He fumbled clumsily with the row of buttons, awkwardly pulling them apart. Lakshmi was sure at least one of them came loose. Ian pulled the vampire’s jeans down to his thighs, then continued his inexpert exploration of the undead’s underwear. She fought not to look away as Ian pulled down the thin cloth, and the vampire’s erect cock sprang outwards, inches from the young man's face. He wouldn’t...
Ian blinked nervously up at the vampire, before leaning forwards and taking the hard cock into his mouth. His cheeks bowed inwards as he sucked hard. The vampire pressed its hand to the back of Ian’s head, pulling him mercilessly towards him, forcing Ian to tilt his head and open his throat to take the full length of the creature into his mouth. If Ian had been nearly as inexperienced as he acted he would have choked, the hand at the back of his head was like iron, giving no room to pull away or escape. Ian knew how far to take the ruse, using his tongue expertly as the vampire thrust hard into his mouth again.
Lakshmi jerked her head up. Look at the head - no the vampire’s head! It was almost as disturbing as seeing its hips slamming into Ian’s face, its balls smacking his chin with every plunge, and Ian’s nose burying itself in the wiry red pubic hair. She blushed furiously, wishing the night wasn't so bright. It seemed almost worse watching the vampire’s concentrated face, those glazed eyes and slack mouth in the flickering light of the bonfire. She wished she could close her ears to the thick wet sound of the vampire’s cock in Ian’s mouth. It was even worse than the vampire’s grunting, and groaning. The vampire was definitely getting into it.
A change in the vampire’s moaning, and from the wet sounds she was really trying not to hear pulled her eyes downwards against her will. Ian had managed to pull his head away from the vampire's cock and was now lapping at the ball beneath the shining, erect shaft. One of his hands was still wrapped around the straining organ, rubbing at every increasing speed as he buried his face in the vampire’s groin, sucking and licking everything he could reach. Lakshmi’s head darted upwards so fast she think she pulled a muscle. Couldn’t he just kill the bloody thing already?
The vampire fell backwards, leaning heavily against the wall. Lakshmi saw the bricks crack and gaped. She’d forgotten how strong these things were. The vampire threw back his head, mouth wide open, fangs bare, and started to gasp - the first air she had seen it breathe. The creature stifled its yells and screams with both hands pressed tightly to its mouth, its whole body trembling like a leaf in a storm. She kept her eyes glued to its head. She didn't want to see it come, didn't want to see what Ian was doing. She didn’t even know how he could do it. With a vampire!
The vampire finally quieted, eyes closed with pleasure, one hand resting gently on Ian’s head. She looked down just long enough to see Ian throw a handkerchief away, she tried real hard not to think about why. The vampire’s eyes opened slowly as Ian’s hands ran over his chest, far more confidently than before. The undead smiled, fangs peaking beneath his lips at the sparkling predatory light in the young man's green eyes. Ian smiled, and it was so not naive now. He started to stand, bringing one leg up against the vampire’s, rubbing against its still exposed groin. It shivered at the feel of the rough denim against its spent, exposed cock. Ian stood. The foot hit the ground. Hard.
Lakshmi blinked. Her mind finally getting in gear. She scrabbled for her attack alarm, held it as close to the vampire’s face as she dared get. The vampire’s head snapped towards her as she approached, lips skinning back in a snarl. She staggered backwards, alarm forgotten, her eyes frozen on the glowing red iris’s of the undead monster.
The vampire jerked. The infernal light in those eyes died. The vampire collapsed to the floor, expression slack, body limp. Ian stepped back, adjusting his sleeve. He nodded to her.
She looked at him, scared and more than a little freaked.
“What...?”
“I wouldn’t get as close as that next time. But it worked, it was quite young, not as fast as some of them can be.”
“How...?”
Ian pulled the vampire over onto its back. A short shaft of wood poked out of its chest, over its heart. Ian adjusted the cuff on one baggy sleeve, giving Lakshmi a brief glance of some complicated metal device that seemed to be mainly springs.
“Difficult thing to use. The wooden stake’s so thin it breaks if you hit bone, even a rib. You’ve also got to hit a heart dead on for it to have any effect. Something older than this and it might have slowed it down a little, not much more.”
Lakshmi just stared at him. How could he be so cold? He’d just sucked a vampire off, then staked it!
He watched her stunned stare impassively. “I had to catch it off guard to set up the shot. It worked.”
She still couldn't understand it. She wasn't sure she had to, if it meant one less vampire in the world. She watched as he dragged the vampire upright, pulling it to the end of the alley. He took off his fluffy blue hat and pulled it over the vampire’s head. It was big enough for him to cover its face completely.
“Hey! I knitted that! What’re you doing with it?”
She punched him on the shoulder, trying to pull the hat off the corpse in his arms. They emerged from the alley, and his grin came back up like magic, as he fended her off. A man at the edge of the crowd stared at them. She blinked, exaclty how were they going to explain this?
Ian laughed, all childish again. “Penny for the guy, mister?”
“Wow, kids, that’s amazing! Shame about the head.” He stepped back, ushering the crowd out of their way to give them a path to the fire. Lakshmi caught on quick and joined the cry.
“Penny for the Guy!”
“Penny for the Guy!”
“Penny for the Guy!”
“Penny for the Guy!”
Kids danced round the corpse, amazed at how realistic it was. Lakshmi, and Ian laughed with them every step. Right up to the bonfire. The crowd gathered round and heaved, throwing the paralysed vampire onto the fire.
People cheered, the party began in earnest.
Lakshmi and Ian stared at the burning form in silence. The fire consumed the body until nothing but ash was left.
Lakshmi sighed, and leaned closer to the killer next to her.
“Don’t think you’ve got rid of that hat. I’m going to make a new one for you. In pink. With matching mittens.”
She was sure - almost sure - that one eye flinched. She’ll crack that facade one day. She swore it.
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Date: 2003-11-09 07:08 pm (UTC)That scene with the people burning the vampire and them not knowing? 's pretty creepy.
I like Lakshmi. She's funny. And of course I really like Ian.
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Date: 2003-11-09 07:30 pm (UTC)Poor Lakshmi, she's good, but she's lost a lot. Of course she's got her stompy boots, so all better.
Thank you! 'Twas fairly creepy...