Just One Kiss to Feel the Spell ~ Chapter 4
Title: Just One Kiss to Feel The Spell ~ Chapter 4/10
Author: liveindesire
Pairing: Adam/Tommy
Word Count: ~ 3,640
Setting: AU - Vampire fic
Rating: NC-17 (this chapter is R)
Beta: saar_fantasy Thank you so much honey. <3
I also want to thank adamluvr36_fic for helping me to become a better writer.
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything except the order of words. This never happened.
Warnings: m/m sex, angst, suicidal thoughts, violence, secondary character death (not Adam or Tommy), blood play, barebacking (Oops, was that all? Don’t fret, it’s not as bad as it sounds.) There will also be a whole lotta love!
A/N: It’s been almost ten years since I’ve written a fic, so this is all new to me again. English isn’t my native language, so this is also the first fic I’ve written in English. Comments, please! This chapter includes violence. No smex. I put the smut into the next chapter, otherwise this one would have been too long.
Summary: Tommy is tired of his life and travels to a secluded hotel to clear his head. Weather reports say there’s a killer storm coming in and it’s likely to cut the hotel’s connections to the outside world. The storm does just that, and it also brings uninvited guests who happen to be vampires. What happens to Tommy in the hands of these dangerous creatures?
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Chapter 4
Life is strange…
'Pain' . . .
It was the first thought in Tommy’s dazed mind when he woke up in his hotel bed. There was a massive headache pounding through his brain, pulsing pain in his neck, and a definite soreness in his ass. Not to mention the overall stiffness in every muscle he possessed.
But, he was alive. That was for sure. The pain made it very clear.
Tommy opened his eyes, noticing it was dark inside the room, able to make out only the shadowy outlines of the different pieces of furniture. What he was able to tell in an instant was that he was alone in his bed.
Where had the vampire gone? Why was he even alive? Had the group of strangers left?
The musician shook his head in order to assemble the stream of thoughts inside his skull back together, only to moan at the uncomfortable feeling his movements created.
Something soft was wrapped around his neck and the boy touched it with his fingertips. It was a bandage that covered the aching bite marks Adam had given him.
‘What the hell?’
Tommy couldn’t comprehend why he’d done that. Why had his angelic demon lover taken care of him in such a way? What purpose had there been in caring for his physical wounds if the creature planned to kill him?
It just didn’t make any sense.
Tommy got up with distinctively wobbly movements, making his way to the light switch and flipping it on, to cast much-needed light into the room. With them on, he was able to see the bedside clock claiming it was almost 6 pm. He’d been out, sleeping, or whatever you wanted to call it, for somewhere around sixteen hours! No wonder he felt unsteady now that he was standing on his feet again.
Turning toward the windows, Tommy stilled and listened. The wind whistled forlornly, buffeting the turrets of the ancient castle. The storm was still raging outside, the sound of it very clear, and he wondered when it would break . . . if ever.
The blonde grabbed a pair of boxers from his open backpack and slid into them. The bed sheets were rumpled, but to his astonishment, there wasn’t a single drop of blood on the fluffy pillows. Adam’s mouth must’ve been really talented in order to pull that off.
There was a fairly large antique mirror hanging on the wall, and Tommy felt an urge to see if he looked just as wrecked as he felt. To his amazement, he didn’t look like he’d been run over by a semi truck, even though that was exactly how he felt. The only visible proof last night had happened were pale purple shadows under his brown eyes.
Moreover, the image in the mirror revealed that it truly was a small dressing wrapped around his slim neck. Curiosity got the best of him and he decided to take the bandage off, grimacing at the sharp pain as he tugged the fabric off. It’d become glued to the bite.
Tommy threw the bandage away and observed the two puncture wounds carefully. They were just as one would imagine a vampire bite to be. The wounds were relatively small, and there was minor bruising forming around them. But, what puzzled him was the teardrop shape of each one. It was as though Adam had dragged his fangs downward when pulling them out.
‘Weird.’
Suddenly, there was the sound of a door handle clicking and Tommy jumped, questions running wild in his head. It was the door to his room, and someone was definitely coming in. He had no time to think before a man appeared and stepped inside. Tommy merely stood there in his black boxers and stared at the stranger.
The brunette was pretty and pale, definitely a vampire. He was petite and his angular facial features and full lips caught Tommy's eye. The flamboyant black robes the man wore looked like they’d come straight from a Broadway musical.
“Oh, the puppy’s already awake,” the man said with a rather snarky undertone. “You were screaming so beautifully last night that I thought it would take more than 24 hours for you to wake up. But, you’re quite a strong little pet, aren’t you?” he mocked softly.
“Who are you? What’s going on?” Tommy questioned, the confusion clearly bleeding from his voice. The man approached, coming to a halt on the other side of the bed.
“My name is Brad, and I’ll be your host for the evening,” the handsome man purred, waiving his hand in the air. “Oh, I’ve always wanted to say that. I’m just here to check up on you, honey, and to make sure you get something to eat.”
Tommy felt suddenly very naked in front of the vampire, who hadn’t moved from his stance beside the bed. He regarded Tommy coolly, a faint smile on his lips.
“Um, where’s Adam?” the musician questioned, mumbling the words.
“You’ll see him soon, my pet. Have you been fidgeting with your wounds?” With that, the immortal flashed across the room, reappearing abruptly in front of Tommy, eliciting a yelp of surprise at the quick change of location.
“I just checked to see what they look like,” Tommy answered, not knowing why the man was interested in his neck.
“Keep your hands away from the claiming marks, so that they’ll heal, and the scars retain their shape. Otherwise, Adam will have to make new ones. And we wouldn’t want that, now that he’s obviously decided to keep you. And always, and I do mean always, leave them uncovered so everyone can see them. Don’t cover up your mark,” Brad instructed, brow arching imperiously.
‘Keep me?! Scar shape?! What the fuck!’
Tommy’s brain was starting to drown in a flood of questions, and suddenly he felt the need to sit down. Luckily one of the armchairs was right behind him, and he sank into the cushions, slumping heavily into their depths.
“Adam really needs to teach you to think more quietly. You’re so loud it hurts my delicate sensors.” Brad was waiving his hand again as he spoke. “Don’t worry, darling. He’s going to answer your questions. Now you just need to take a bath and get some food, okay?” Brad’s voice turned soft and a little more kind as he brought his golden-brown gaze down to meet Tommy’s dazed hazel eyes.
Tommy nodded at Brad’s words.
“So, I’ll get to see him soon?” he questioned, worrying his lip with his teeth. He really wanted to see Adam. He needed answers. And, most of all, he craved seeing Adam’s blue eyes again.
“Yes, he’s waiting for you downstairs. Now, go get yourself cleaned up, Tommy Jo. Meanwhile, I’ll go and ask Eric to fix you something to eat.”
Tommy really had no reason to argue with the slight creature, so he got up and grabbed his towel, making his way to the bathroom without further stalling. Brad seemed satisfied with Tommy’s actions. The small grin on his face was an indication of that.
“I’ll be back,” Brad whispered ominously. Then he turned away and flashed himself out of the room, the clicking sound of the door handle the only noise indicating he’d gone.
Tommy stepped into the bathroom, feeling weird more than confused. He drew a hot bath and filled the tub with sandalwood salts, the aroma fragrant and heavy in the air.
Slipping into the tub, the hot water caressed his skin, easing the tightness in his limbs. It felt like heaven in all the right places. As the ache in Tommy’s body gradually ebbed away with the soothing heat of the water, those same questions came flooding back to his mind.
Why was he alive? What was Brad talking about? And Adam, the vampire, his very own dark beautiful angel, . . . what was he doing? His mind swirled and spun, the answers still elusive.
It was a strange feeling for Tommy, to be intrigued like this. He felt confused, interested and most importantly… Alive. In the middle of undead creatures and ruthless murderers, he felt a spark of life in his heart. He couldn’t help thinking of last night, how amazing the sex had been.
His first time with a man, with a vampire, had been so out of this world that he struggled to find words to describe it. It had been like fire and ice all at once. He had no idea how something could feel so frighteningly dangerous, yet safe at the same time.
Tommy had wanted to give himself to Adam; and being with him had resulted in the best orgasm he’d ever had. He desired nothing more at this moment, than to share that feeling with Adam again, to give himself over to the passion and let the creature have his way with him. Now, tonight, . . . every night, for as long as Adam would allow it.
A knock on the door brought him back from his thoughts.
“Hello, darling. I’m back and gonna leave a tray of hot food that Eric fixed for you. After you’ve eaten and are ready, come join us downstairs. Adam will be there, and he’ll be expecting you,” Brad called out from behind the door. There was no noise, only the sensation of air moving which indicated he’d left, and that Tommy was alone again in the room.
The boy quickly lathered his hair, then got up from the tub and turned the shower on. As he rinsed his body, he noticed the ache in his limbs had subsided enough that he could move without wincing at every turn. After he was finished, he padded dripping back to the bedroom with a towel on his waist. The dinner Brad had brought him looked mouth watering, and in a matter of minutes he’d consumed it all.
Now, Tommy needed to head downstairs quick. It was like fire burning underneath his ass. He had to find the unusual group of strangers, see what they were up to. But, what would happen tonight? What were they going to do to him? What would Adam do . . . think . . . feel?
Adam . . .
Tommy felt a weird emotion pass through his chest when he thought of the devilishly handsome man’s name. Just the sound of the name ‘Adam’ crossing his mind, did things to him like no one before or since.
He decided he should wear something more than the usual hoodie and tee he normally wore. The musician ended up choosing black jeans and a classic black shirt. The collar of the shirt wasn’t so high that it would cover the bite marks on his neck. The wounds were still throbbing a bit.
As Tommy buttoned the shirt, he noticed his hands were shaking violently. He was nervous. The feelings he had for Adam already, were unsettling.
‘Get a grip.’ he thought to himself.
Looking in the mirror one last time and fixing his fringe, Tommy examined his image critically. Deciding he looked better than good, he opened the door excited, and headed downstairs in search of his lover.
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Right as he reached the top of the stairs, Tommy heard music echoing from the second floor. He also heard voices that sounded like laughter. It was downright creepy, considering the circumstances, but it didn’t stop him from approaching the main hall.
Tommy stopped dead in his tracks when he reached one of the open doors. All the strangers were there. Eric was there, and music was pounding from the speakers in the corners of the hall. Some of them were drinking wine, some casually sitting and chatting with each other, and some were even swaying in time with the beat of the music. He could see Adam on the other side of the room, back turned towards him, talking to the guy named Monte. The humans in the room were still carrying their guns.
Tommy gasped for air as he noticed something disturbing. The blonde woman, whose name he didn’t know, was still here. The woman was still alive. She was swaying on the stage with a pale girl behind her. The young looking redhead was rubbing her, kissing her neck…biting her. The blonde female was acting as if she was possessed, eyes glazed over, unable to stop being slowly drained by the vampire.
‘She’s her toy.’ The sight made him reel, remembering he was still in the middle of a dangerous, unsolved situation.
The bassist turned his gaze away from the women, only to notice that Adam was already aware of his presence. The pale beauty was taking long steps towards Tommy, looking absolutely stunning. He was wearing a black suit made out of a material that probably was silk. The jacket of the outfit was long, and it was almost a perfect vampire cliché, that Adam was wearing something like that. He wore fingerless leather gloves and his hair made Tommy think of Elvis.
Adam smiled as he approached. “Tommy Joe, you’re up. How are you feeling?” Adam murmured softly, pausing right in front of the boy.
Tommy had to clear his voice before he was able to speak, suddenly feeling dazed as Adam’s gaze held his.
“To be honest, I’ve had better mornings. Or afternoons,” he began.
The immortal let out a low chuckle.
“Come, we’ll do something about that in a minute.” Adam offered an outstretched hand, a deliciously treacherous promise hidden in his words, and suddenly Tommy wanted to be encased in those strong arms again.
He took the tall man’s hand and let himself be pulled into the middle of what seemed to be a vampire party. Never in his life would he have guessed a supernatural element really existed, let alone that he would get sucked into a world like this. As the two of them moved across the room, Tommy could feel many pairs of eyes fixed on him.
‘They’re staring at my neck, aren’t they?’ he wondered silently.
“That’s true,” Adam whispered.
“Adam, please. Tell me what’s going on,” he pled, gripping the cool hand more tightly. He had so many questions he didn’t know where to start.
“I’ll answer all your questions soon. Don’t worry yourself, my love.” The endearment hit Tommy like an electric shock, a pleasant wave flowing through him.
Adam stopped as they reached a large black couch near the grand windows. He retrieved a bottle of wine from the nearby table, along with two glasses. It seemed the immortal creatures were capable of drinking alcohol just the same as humans.
Tommy sat down on the soft seat, and mere seconds later, Adam joined him, coming to sit close by so they were touching. The blonde tensed a bit but didn’t shy away from the familiar touch. Smelling sweet and looking dressed to kill, Adam filled Tommy’s entire being, his closeness intoxicating his senses. The vampire offered him a glass of wine and Tommy didn’t waste time by sipping the drink. Too anxious from everything going on around him, he swallowed it down all at once. Adam raised an eyebrow, then filled his glass again.
Tommy gazed around the room. “Do you know how fucked up everything seems right now?” he asked, not meeting the blue eyes that were studying him intently. “What’s happening to her?” he continued, pointing at the blond woman on the stage. She was still dancing with the ginger haired girl, completely out of it and oblivious to her surroundings.
“Allison has a bad habit of playing too much. We’ve tried to teach her some manners and discretion, but she’s a wild spirit. She does what pleases her. She’s part of this family and is entitled to her own reward.” There was a hint of something in Adam’s voice, a mixture of fondness and scolding, as blue eyes narrowed, watchfully considering the girl from where they sat together on the couch.
The wind was still howling outside, the sound of rain pelting the tall glass windows. Tommy shifted nervously.
“What happened to them?” he questioned in a soft voice, knowing he didn’t have to be any more specific. He knew Adam would understand he was referring to the anonymous man and Ann.
Tommy felt a hand under his chin, tilting it until he was forced to meet the vampire’s striking gaze.
“Do you think we are monsters? Do you think I’m a monster?” the black haired man murmured ever so softly, shifting a little closer to Tommy.
“No.” He was being sincere.
Even though he knew the group of strangers had killed those people, and that the blond murderer on the stage was already as good as dead, he didn’t consider Adam, nor any of them, to be monsters. The man he’d had sex with last night wasn’t evil, at least not completely. He’d witnessed how Kris had killed Kevin the day before, and still he wasn’t able to think of Kris as a cruel demon. The man Tommy had seen was a broken wreck who’d lost his family a decade ago. He had a right to be angry and outraged.
“I don’t have to tell you what happened to them. You already know the answer,” Adam whispered.
The musician nodded, turning his eyes to the marble floor. He didn’t need to hear it. He wanted to ask what was going to happen next, where the vampires had come from, and what was to be his fate.
Tommy desperately needed to know what the humans were doing here with their guns, but he feared the answers to those questions would be something he wasn’t ready to face. He dreaded the answers would only raise more queries and he was too tired for that. So Tommy decided to ask a different question instead.
“What did Brad mean when he told me not to touch or cover the wounds on my neck? Why mustn’t I?” he inquired solemnly.
Adam scrutinized his face with piercing silver-blue orbs before he spoke.
“When you’re marked as I’ve done to you, no one will lay a hand on you. No one will touch you without my permission. The shape of them is what distinguishes you as having been taken by one of us. They mark you as mine,” Adam replied possessively, the words sending shivers through Tommy’s body.
While Tommy tried to analyze his words further, he began to feel like the room was spinning. The headache was returning at full force and the muscles all over his body began stiffening again. He wasn’t feeling well to the point of being faint, head dizzy with pain.
Adam shifted, touching his shoulder with a gloved hand.
“Tommy Joe, look at me. I sense you’re not feeling well. How bad is your discomfort?” The vampire inquired, sounding concerned. It made the boy smile a little.
“I’m fine. Nothing a mild pain pill can’t fix,” Tommy claimed, knowing it probably wasn’t true.
“Well, I have a better idea. It doesn’t last long as you already know, but there’s something I can do to ease your pain,” the creature murmured, leaning so close Tommy was able to feel a cool, sugary breath ghosting over his face. Before he could process what Adam was talking about, he was pulled into a heady kiss, the sweetness of which overtook him quickly.
Oh yes…The venom. Sweet, sweet venom.
An eager tongue thrust its way inside Tommy’s mouth, Adam gripping the back of the boy’s neck, effectively poisoning him with that delectable toxin. Tommy moaned into the kiss, deeply affected, as Adam sucked hard on a bottom lip, grazing it lightly with a fang. The smaller man gasped when he saw them emerge, at first not having noticed their deadly appearance. Blessedly, the throbbing inside his skull lessened considerably, and all the blood instead rushed south, between his legs.
“We should go,” Adam said suddenly, a menacing tone to his voice. Tommy was able to sense it. The atmosphere in the hall had changed into something much darker. The boy gazed around, seeing that Allison had bent the blonde woman over one of the tables, and Brad was taking slow steps towards the two of them. He smiled at the redhead and licked his lips simultaneously. Allison’s eyes shone red now, as Brad’s eyes glowed a bright shade of gold. Even the music seemed to be pounding louder, a dangerous tribal beat chanting ‘Kill! Kill!’
‘Fuck.’
It seemed Adam didn’t want Tommy to see what was about to happen next. He took Tommy’s hand and quickly led him away, but the bassist was still able to hear the woman’s moans as they reached the hallway. He was hearing noises that indicated killing, a sensual murder perpetrated by a nest of beautiful vampires.
Tommy didn’t say a word. She got what she deserved. Karma was a bitch.
When they were finally alone in the hotel room again, Tommy knew the time had come to ask more questions. He needed to know the reason why he was still alive, when it was obvious that he knew too much. He was a witness to all that had happened. He was afraid to ask, but he had to.
“Adam, why didn’t you kill me? Tell me, please. I must know the truth,” Tommy begged quietly, convinced the immortal could hear him whether he spoke aloud or not. It didn’t matter that he was afraid to know the answers. It was time to face reality.
The need to know burned inside like ice and hot flame. Whether he could face those truths or not depended upon Adam and his explanation. It scared the hell out of him.
But he stood, shoulders squared, ready to take it like a man.
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TBC . . .
Pic courtesy Talc-GNT June 2010
Author: liveindesire
Pairing: Adam/Tommy
Word Count: ~ 3,640
Setting: AU - Vampire fic
Rating: NC-17 (this chapter is R)
Beta: saar_fantasy Thank you so much honey. <3
I also want to thank adamluvr36_fic for helping me to become a better writer.
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything except the order of words. This never happened.
Warnings: m/m sex, angst, suicidal thoughts, violence, secondary character death (not Adam or Tommy), blood play, barebacking (Oops, was that all? Don’t fret, it’s not as bad as it sounds.) There will also be a whole lotta love!
A/N: It’s been almost ten years since I’ve written a fic, so this is all new to me again. English isn’t my native language, so this is also the first fic I’ve written in English. Comments, please! This chapter includes violence. No smex. I put the smut into the next chapter, otherwise this one would have been too long.
Summary: Tommy is tired of his life and travels to a secluded hotel to clear his head. Weather reports say there’s a killer storm coming in and it’s likely to cut the hotel’s connections to the outside world. The storm does just that, and it also brings uninvited guests who happen to be vampires. What happens to Tommy in the hands of these dangerous creatures?
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Chapter 4
Life is strange…
'Pain' . . .
It was the first thought in Tommy’s dazed mind when he woke up in his hotel bed. There was a massive headache pounding through his brain, pulsing pain in his neck, and a definite soreness in his ass. Not to mention the overall stiffness in every muscle he possessed.
But, he was alive. That was for sure. The pain made it very clear.
Tommy opened his eyes, noticing it was dark inside the room, able to make out only the shadowy outlines of the different pieces of furniture. What he was able to tell in an instant was that he was alone in his bed.
Where had the vampire gone? Why was he even alive? Had the group of strangers left?
The musician shook his head in order to assemble the stream of thoughts inside his skull back together, only to moan at the uncomfortable feeling his movements created.
Something soft was wrapped around his neck and the boy touched it with his fingertips. It was a bandage that covered the aching bite marks Adam had given him.
‘What the hell?’
Tommy couldn’t comprehend why he’d done that. Why had his angelic demon lover taken care of him in such a way? What purpose had there been in caring for his physical wounds if the creature planned to kill him?
It just didn’t make any sense.
Tommy got up with distinctively wobbly movements, making his way to the light switch and flipping it on, to cast much-needed light into the room. With them on, he was able to see the bedside clock claiming it was almost 6 pm. He’d been out, sleeping, or whatever you wanted to call it, for somewhere around sixteen hours! No wonder he felt unsteady now that he was standing on his feet again.
Turning toward the windows, Tommy stilled and listened. The wind whistled forlornly, buffeting the turrets of the ancient castle. The storm was still raging outside, the sound of it very clear, and he wondered when it would break . . . if ever.
The blonde grabbed a pair of boxers from his open backpack and slid into them. The bed sheets were rumpled, but to his astonishment, there wasn’t a single drop of blood on the fluffy pillows. Adam’s mouth must’ve been really talented in order to pull that off.
There was a fairly large antique mirror hanging on the wall, and Tommy felt an urge to see if he looked just as wrecked as he felt. To his amazement, he didn’t look like he’d been run over by a semi truck, even though that was exactly how he felt. The only visible proof last night had happened were pale purple shadows under his brown eyes.
Moreover, the image in the mirror revealed that it truly was a small dressing wrapped around his slim neck. Curiosity got the best of him and he decided to take the bandage off, grimacing at the sharp pain as he tugged the fabric off. It’d become glued to the bite.
Tommy threw the bandage away and observed the two puncture wounds carefully. They were just as one would imagine a vampire bite to be. The wounds were relatively small, and there was minor bruising forming around them. But, what puzzled him was the teardrop shape of each one. It was as though Adam had dragged his fangs downward when pulling them out.
‘Weird.’
Suddenly, there was the sound of a door handle clicking and Tommy jumped, questions running wild in his head. It was the door to his room, and someone was definitely coming in. He had no time to think before a man appeared and stepped inside. Tommy merely stood there in his black boxers and stared at the stranger.
The brunette was pretty and pale, definitely a vampire. He was petite and his angular facial features and full lips caught Tommy's eye. The flamboyant black robes the man wore looked like they’d come straight from a Broadway musical.
“Oh, the puppy’s already awake,” the man said with a rather snarky undertone. “You were screaming so beautifully last night that I thought it would take more than 24 hours for you to wake up. But, you’re quite a strong little pet, aren’t you?” he mocked softly.
“Who are you? What’s going on?” Tommy questioned, the confusion clearly bleeding from his voice. The man approached, coming to a halt on the other side of the bed.
“My name is Brad, and I’ll be your host for the evening,” the handsome man purred, waiving his hand in the air. “Oh, I’ve always wanted to say that. I’m just here to check up on you, honey, and to make sure you get something to eat.”
Tommy felt suddenly very naked in front of the vampire, who hadn’t moved from his stance beside the bed. He regarded Tommy coolly, a faint smile on his lips.
“Um, where’s Adam?” the musician questioned, mumbling the words.
“You’ll see him soon, my pet. Have you been fidgeting with your wounds?” With that, the immortal flashed across the room, reappearing abruptly in front of Tommy, eliciting a yelp of surprise at the quick change of location.
“I just checked to see what they look like,” Tommy answered, not knowing why the man was interested in his neck.
“Keep your hands away from the claiming marks, so that they’ll heal, and the scars retain their shape. Otherwise, Adam will have to make new ones. And we wouldn’t want that, now that he’s obviously decided to keep you. And always, and I do mean always, leave them uncovered so everyone can see them. Don’t cover up your mark,” Brad instructed, brow arching imperiously.
‘Keep me?! Scar shape?! What the fuck!’
Tommy’s brain was starting to drown in a flood of questions, and suddenly he felt the need to sit down. Luckily one of the armchairs was right behind him, and he sank into the cushions, slumping heavily into their depths.
“Adam really needs to teach you to think more quietly. You’re so loud it hurts my delicate sensors.” Brad was waiving his hand again as he spoke. “Don’t worry, darling. He’s going to answer your questions. Now you just need to take a bath and get some food, okay?” Brad’s voice turned soft and a little more kind as he brought his golden-brown gaze down to meet Tommy’s dazed hazel eyes.
Tommy nodded at Brad’s words.
“So, I’ll get to see him soon?” he questioned, worrying his lip with his teeth. He really wanted to see Adam. He needed answers. And, most of all, he craved seeing Adam’s blue eyes again.
“Yes, he’s waiting for you downstairs. Now, go get yourself cleaned up, Tommy Jo. Meanwhile, I’ll go and ask Eric to fix you something to eat.”
Tommy really had no reason to argue with the slight creature, so he got up and grabbed his towel, making his way to the bathroom without further stalling. Brad seemed satisfied with Tommy’s actions. The small grin on his face was an indication of that.
“I’ll be back,” Brad whispered ominously. Then he turned away and flashed himself out of the room, the clicking sound of the door handle the only noise indicating he’d gone.
Tommy stepped into the bathroom, feeling weird more than confused. He drew a hot bath and filled the tub with sandalwood salts, the aroma fragrant and heavy in the air.
Slipping into the tub, the hot water caressed his skin, easing the tightness in his limbs. It felt like heaven in all the right places. As the ache in Tommy’s body gradually ebbed away with the soothing heat of the water, those same questions came flooding back to his mind.
Why was he alive? What was Brad talking about? And Adam, the vampire, his very own dark beautiful angel, . . . what was he doing? His mind swirled and spun, the answers still elusive.
It was a strange feeling for Tommy, to be intrigued like this. He felt confused, interested and most importantly… Alive. In the middle of undead creatures and ruthless murderers, he felt a spark of life in his heart. He couldn’t help thinking of last night, how amazing the sex had been.
His first time with a man, with a vampire, had been so out of this world that he struggled to find words to describe it. It had been like fire and ice all at once. He had no idea how something could feel so frighteningly dangerous, yet safe at the same time.
Tommy had wanted to give himself to Adam; and being with him had resulted in the best orgasm he’d ever had. He desired nothing more at this moment, than to share that feeling with Adam again, to give himself over to the passion and let the creature have his way with him. Now, tonight, . . . every night, for as long as Adam would allow it.
A knock on the door brought him back from his thoughts.
“Hello, darling. I’m back and gonna leave a tray of hot food that Eric fixed for you. After you’ve eaten and are ready, come join us downstairs. Adam will be there, and he’ll be expecting you,” Brad called out from behind the door. There was no noise, only the sensation of air moving which indicated he’d left, and that Tommy was alone again in the room.
The boy quickly lathered his hair, then got up from the tub and turned the shower on. As he rinsed his body, he noticed the ache in his limbs had subsided enough that he could move without wincing at every turn. After he was finished, he padded dripping back to the bedroom with a towel on his waist. The dinner Brad had brought him looked mouth watering, and in a matter of minutes he’d consumed it all.
Now, Tommy needed to head downstairs quick. It was like fire burning underneath his ass. He had to find the unusual group of strangers, see what they were up to. But, what would happen tonight? What were they going to do to him? What would Adam do . . . think . . . feel?
Adam . . .
Tommy felt a weird emotion pass through his chest when he thought of the devilishly handsome man’s name. Just the sound of the name ‘Adam’ crossing his mind, did things to him like no one before or since.
He decided he should wear something more than the usual hoodie and tee he normally wore. The musician ended up choosing black jeans and a classic black shirt. The collar of the shirt wasn’t so high that it would cover the bite marks on his neck. The wounds were still throbbing a bit.
As Tommy buttoned the shirt, he noticed his hands were shaking violently. He was nervous. The feelings he had for Adam already, were unsettling.
‘Get a grip.’ he thought to himself.
Looking in the mirror one last time and fixing his fringe, Tommy examined his image critically. Deciding he looked better than good, he opened the door excited, and headed downstairs in search of his lover.
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Right as he reached the top of the stairs, Tommy heard music echoing from the second floor. He also heard voices that sounded like laughter. It was downright creepy, considering the circumstances, but it didn’t stop him from approaching the main hall.
Tommy stopped dead in his tracks when he reached one of the open doors. All the strangers were there. Eric was there, and music was pounding from the speakers in the corners of the hall. Some of them were drinking wine, some casually sitting and chatting with each other, and some were even swaying in time with the beat of the music. He could see Adam on the other side of the room, back turned towards him, talking to the guy named Monte. The humans in the room were still carrying their guns.
Tommy gasped for air as he noticed something disturbing. The blonde woman, whose name he didn’t know, was still here. The woman was still alive. She was swaying on the stage with a pale girl behind her. The young looking redhead was rubbing her, kissing her neck…biting her. The blonde female was acting as if she was possessed, eyes glazed over, unable to stop being slowly drained by the vampire.
‘She’s her toy.’ The sight made him reel, remembering he was still in the middle of a dangerous, unsolved situation.
The bassist turned his gaze away from the women, only to notice that Adam was already aware of his presence. The pale beauty was taking long steps towards Tommy, looking absolutely stunning. He was wearing a black suit made out of a material that probably was silk. The jacket of the outfit was long, and it was almost a perfect vampire cliché, that Adam was wearing something like that. He wore fingerless leather gloves and his hair made Tommy think of Elvis.
Adam smiled as he approached. “Tommy Joe, you’re up. How are you feeling?” Adam murmured softly, pausing right in front of the boy.
Tommy had to clear his voice before he was able to speak, suddenly feeling dazed as Adam’s gaze held his.
“To be honest, I’ve had better mornings. Or afternoons,” he began.
The immortal let out a low chuckle.
“Come, we’ll do something about that in a minute.” Adam offered an outstretched hand, a deliciously treacherous promise hidden in his words, and suddenly Tommy wanted to be encased in those strong arms again.
He took the tall man’s hand and let himself be pulled into the middle of what seemed to be a vampire party. Never in his life would he have guessed a supernatural element really existed, let alone that he would get sucked into a world like this. As the two of them moved across the room, Tommy could feel many pairs of eyes fixed on him.
‘They’re staring at my neck, aren’t they?’ he wondered silently.
“That’s true,” Adam whispered.
“Adam, please. Tell me what’s going on,” he pled, gripping the cool hand more tightly. He had so many questions he didn’t know where to start.
“I’ll answer all your questions soon. Don’t worry yourself, my love.” The endearment hit Tommy like an electric shock, a pleasant wave flowing through him.
Adam stopped as they reached a large black couch near the grand windows. He retrieved a bottle of wine from the nearby table, along with two glasses. It seemed the immortal creatures were capable of drinking alcohol just the same as humans.
Tommy sat down on the soft seat, and mere seconds later, Adam joined him, coming to sit close by so they were touching. The blonde tensed a bit but didn’t shy away from the familiar touch. Smelling sweet and looking dressed to kill, Adam filled Tommy’s entire being, his closeness intoxicating his senses. The vampire offered him a glass of wine and Tommy didn’t waste time by sipping the drink. Too anxious from everything going on around him, he swallowed it down all at once. Adam raised an eyebrow, then filled his glass again.
Tommy gazed around the room. “Do you know how fucked up everything seems right now?” he asked, not meeting the blue eyes that were studying him intently. “What’s happening to her?” he continued, pointing at the blond woman on the stage. She was still dancing with the ginger haired girl, completely out of it and oblivious to her surroundings.
“Allison has a bad habit of playing too much. We’ve tried to teach her some manners and discretion, but she’s a wild spirit. She does what pleases her. She’s part of this family and is entitled to her own reward.” There was a hint of something in Adam’s voice, a mixture of fondness and scolding, as blue eyes narrowed, watchfully considering the girl from where they sat together on the couch.
The wind was still howling outside, the sound of rain pelting the tall glass windows. Tommy shifted nervously.
“What happened to them?” he questioned in a soft voice, knowing he didn’t have to be any more specific. He knew Adam would understand he was referring to the anonymous man and Ann.
Tommy felt a hand under his chin, tilting it until he was forced to meet the vampire’s striking gaze.
“Do you think we are monsters? Do you think I’m a monster?” the black haired man murmured ever so softly, shifting a little closer to Tommy.
“No.” He was being sincere.
Even though he knew the group of strangers had killed those people, and that the blond murderer on the stage was already as good as dead, he didn’t consider Adam, nor any of them, to be monsters. The man he’d had sex with last night wasn’t evil, at least not completely. He’d witnessed how Kris had killed Kevin the day before, and still he wasn’t able to think of Kris as a cruel demon. The man Tommy had seen was a broken wreck who’d lost his family a decade ago. He had a right to be angry and outraged.
“I don’t have to tell you what happened to them. You already know the answer,” Adam whispered.
The musician nodded, turning his eyes to the marble floor. He didn’t need to hear it. He wanted to ask what was going to happen next, where the vampires had come from, and what was to be his fate.
Tommy desperately needed to know what the humans were doing here with their guns, but he feared the answers to those questions would be something he wasn’t ready to face. He dreaded the answers would only raise more queries and he was too tired for that. So Tommy decided to ask a different question instead.
“What did Brad mean when he told me not to touch or cover the wounds on my neck? Why mustn’t I?” he inquired solemnly.
Adam scrutinized his face with piercing silver-blue orbs before he spoke.
“When you’re marked as I’ve done to you, no one will lay a hand on you. No one will touch you without my permission. The shape of them is what distinguishes you as having been taken by one of us. They mark you as mine,” Adam replied possessively, the words sending shivers through Tommy’s body.
While Tommy tried to analyze his words further, he began to feel like the room was spinning. The headache was returning at full force and the muscles all over his body began stiffening again. He wasn’t feeling well to the point of being faint, head dizzy with pain.
Adam shifted, touching his shoulder with a gloved hand.
“Tommy Joe, look at me. I sense you’re not feeling well. How bad is your discomfort?” The vampire inquired, sounding concerned. It made the boy smile a little.
“I’m fine. Nothing a mild pain pill can’t fix,” Tommy claimed, knowing it probably wasn’t true.
“Well, I have a better idea. It doesn’t last long as you already know, but there’s something I can do to ease your pain,” the creature murmured, leaning so close Tommy was able to feel a cool, sugary breath ghosting over his face. Before he could process what Adam was talking about, he was pulled into a heady kiss, the sweetness of which overtook him quickly.
Oh yes…The venom. Sweet, sweet venom.
An eager tongue thrust its way inside Tommy’s mouth, Adam gripping the back of the boy’s neck, effectively poisoning him with that delectable toxin. Tommy moaned into the kiss, deeply affected, as Adam sucked hard on a bottom lip, grazing it lightly with a fang. The smaller man gasped when he saw them emerge, at first not having noticed their deadly appearance. Blessedly, the throbbing inside his skull lessened considerably, and all the blood instead rushed south, between his legs.
“We should go,” Adam said suddenly, a menacing tone to his voice. Tommy was able to sense it. The atmosphere in the hall had changed into something much darker. The boy gazed around, seeing that Allison had bent the blonde woman over one of the tables, and Brad was taking slow steps towards the two of them. He smiled at the redhead and licked his lips simultaneously. Allison’s eyes shone red now, as Brad’s eyes glowed a bright shade of gold. Even the music seemed to be pounding louder, a dangerous tribal beat chanting ‘Kill! Kill!’
‘Fuck.’
It seemed Adam didn’t want Tommy to see what was about to happen next. He took Tommy’s hand and quickly led him away, but the bassist was still able to hear the woman’s moans as they reached the hallway. He was hearing noises that indicated killing, a sensual murder perpetrated by a nest of beautiful vampires.
Tommy didn’t say a word. She got what she deserved. Karma was a bitch.
When they were finally alone in the hotel room again, Tommy knew the time had come to ask more questions. He needed to know the reason why he was still alive, when it was obvious that he knew too much. He was a witness to all that had happened. He was afraid to ask, but he had to.
“Adam, why didn’t you kill me? Tell me, please. I must know the truth,” Tommy begged quietly, convinced the immortal could hear him whether he spoke aloud or not. It didn’t matter that he was afraid to know the answers. It was time to face reality.
The need to know burned inside like ice and hot flame. Whether he could face those truths or not depended upon Adam and his explanation. It scared the hell out of him.
But he stood, shoulders squared, ready to take it like a man.
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TBC . . .
Pic courtesy Talc-GNT June 2010