Pairing: Justin and Kevin
Words: enviable; billiards; blood; mincing
In the end, Kevin found that AJ had been right; it was all about the taste of blood.
AJ had meant something else, he thought. AJ had certainly never dreamed of vampires and a whole other fucking world hiding in the dark side of their own. But he'd been the only one smart enough, savvy enough, paranoid enough, to get away when Kevin had inadvertantly been introduced to the other kind of night.
He found it amusing, sometimes, as much as anything human amused a vampire: NSYNC had their fondest wish, Backstreet was dead and they wouldn't be coming back. Except perhaps AJ, should Kevin ever run into him.
He was living in Orlando; the constantly changing population combined with the recognition he still got from fans made it a vampire smorgasbord. It was a situation his sire might have found enviable, had she survived AJ's escape. For tonight, he was playing billiards in a gay bar, waiting for his prey to come mincing up to him. He preferred male victims, liked the struggle. Especially liked the tattoed men, who reminded him of the one who got away.
He was watching the door without obviously watching it, and so it was only somewhat of a surprise when Justin came in, trailing fame like an invisible cloak.
Kevin made his shot; the other man would come to him, it was almost inevitable.
Cool fingers ran up his arm. The coolness of a fellow predator. "There's only one thing I don't understand."
He hadn't known. Hadn't known, but it didn't matter, and Kevin kept his surprise unseen as he turned to Justin. "What's that?"
"Why you let him go." The hand brushed over his shoulder, down over his chest.
"What?"
The pencil-sized sliver of wood was in his heart before he recognized the sunglasses covering Justin's eyes as a pair of AJ's own.
-the end-
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