Anger's a Lesser Disaster (Ch. 1)
Title: Anger’s a Lesser Disaster
Author: trylohbyte
Rating: R Overall
Pairing: Jon/Brendon
Summary: To a human, it might smell like fresh-baked brownies or and warm pastry. To Jon, it was the most desirable blood out on the market.
Disclaimer: Fake. Title belongs to Empires.
A/N: My fingers are freezing as I type this.
It happened on a Sunday. Everyone was trying to get the best out of the insufficient means of entertainment when it occurred.
Jon knew he was stronger than most of the guards at the holding camp. Hell, he could have probably taken them all down in less than ten minutes. Problem was, there were consequences. Last time someone tried, they succeeded. Quickly, they did. But five weeks later, they were found dead, just a hundred or so miles from where he’d been kept before his escape.
The guards would bring you back if they thought you worthy of their mercy. If they did not, you were doomed.
But none of the staff was prepared for what would happen on that Sunday. There hadn’t been en escape attempt since 1973, and tensions had died down in the 32 years that had passed. But when Jon was trying to enjoy a game of Halo (even vampires can indulge in the luxury of video games), a deafening roar shook the camp.
He sighed, dropped his controller and made his way to the cafeteria.
Jon knew the vampire crouched on the ground fairly well. Her name was Victoria, she’d been born in 1793 and turned in 1817, frozen forever at age 24. On most occasions, she was known for her inexplicable ability to keep her temper in check, unless she was dealing with the newborn Gabe who couldn’t seem to keep his nose out of trouble. Today, such was not the case.
Her lips were pulled back, revealing the fangs many had doubted she even possessed. The guard across from her appeared relatively calm, but Jon could sense that he’d never been so scared in his life. Probably never been face to face with a real, infuriated vampire. It was just his luck that he would have to deal with Victoria who, despite her usual calmness, was a fierce bitch when the need arose.
“This is the fourth time this week I’ve had goat’s blood for lunch,” she growled. “I’m sick of this bullshit, this is no way for a vampire to live. You assholes are fucking with the laws of nature.”
“Miss Asher, I understand, you’re displeased,” the guard tried to sympathize.
Jon tried to remember his name. He somewhat resembled a caveman. Long, curly, unkempt hair. He looked as if he hadn’t shaved in two weeks, maybe more. Heavy-lidded blue eyes. This one was Joe.
Victoria hissed, her whole body lurching forward just an inch, but in a violent manner that Joe jumped back about five feet.
It was not at all uncommon for the captives to lash out at the guards. In fact, it happened several times a month. Those poor guards, Jon thought sarcastically. Their job must be so mentally demanding, to calmly face an angry, blood-raised vampire and tell him or her that nothing in this place would change. That they would stick to drinking goat’s blood four days a week for lunch, and that never again would they be able to indulge in the “luxury” that was human’s blood. It made Jon laugh how much they thought they were bettering the world.
Vampires weren’t the only creatures who thirsted for a human’s inner wine.
Nobody expected it to go so far in the cafeteria. Especially with Victoria, who usually knew when to stop - when to take a breath and recalculate things. Am I going about this the right way? But that day. She ended up killing Joe. It took no more then one minute, which was to be expected. Jon, and every other true vampire living the after-life on Earth knew that the hippies were nowhere near as strong.
And it had ended just as seemingly nonchalantly as it had started. It began with a pint of goat’s blood. It ended with Victoria brushing off her dress and asking why everyone was staring at her. And then they all rioted, Jon being the only one standing by quietly, waiting for a chance to pat her on the back and congratulate her on her “excellent kill”.
It wasn’t until the whole of the camp staff was surrounding Joe’s body that the information sunk in. All of the staff was looking for non-existent evidence on who did this, how and why? There would be no one guarding the doors, the windows. News traveled fast in that place.
It started with Victoria speculating on it to Gabe, who’s eyes widened as he passed the information along to one Travis McCoy. And it passed along the grapevine, through countless blood-suckers until it finally reached Jon. As it turned out, it would be his decision to “break out”.
He was the first to exit the building, as he had offered to make sure no one was standing outside. And he gave the okay signal. And they fled. Every last one of them, in all different directions.
Alone, it would be hopeless to run. You would find yourself face to face with ten of the guards from your holding camp. But with friends? Jon was reluctant to bring anyone along, but when he realized Gabe, Victoria and Travis were tailing him, we didn’t have the heart to tell them to get lost. It wouldn’t have been smart to do so, anyway.
The four of them, after a couple days of endless running, had found themselves in Chicago, Illinois. At least, that’s what the signs told them.
“This is where I stop, I think,” Jon said. “Seems like a small enough town - not too suspicious.”
Victoria and Gabe, however, looked skeptical.
“I don’t know,” Victoria judged. “Don’t you think hundreds of others would have thought that, too? You don’t know how many of us are hiding out here, watching for those sad excuses for vampires.”
“I’ll be fine, but if you guys want to go one, then do so.”
“We’re going to New York,” Travis stated, as if they had it planned out. Did they? “Big city, they’ll never find us.”
“Think they won’t, hm?” Jon smirked. “If that’s your escape plan, then so be it. We’ll see each other when we do, won’t we.”
Victoria and Travis nodded, more than ready to take to the rooftops and flee another couple thousand miles. But Gabe sniffed, wiping a fake tear off of his cheek. He threw his arms around Jon and sobbed, “I’m gonna miss you, man. So many good times.”
“Yes, I witnessed your girlfriend break us out of prison and let you guys follow me to Chicago.” Jon shrugged. “So many good memories with you, Gabriel.”
“He’s not my boyfriend,” Victoria sighed. She pulled Gabe off of Jon and told him to get his ass off of the cynic and to New York before she killed him. He complied.
“We’ll be seeing you.” Victoria offered her hand and smiled just slightly. “Maybe. Thank you for letting us travel with you.”
Jon shook her hand. “Safe journey.”
“We’ll try.”
And they were off in a flash. Jon didn’t know whether they’d ever see each other again. It was in a vampire’s nature to wander. The real ones couldn’t stick around one place for too long, no matter how quaint or how enormous the city.
It was after they were three minutes gone, most likely fifty miles away already, that Jon finally forced himself into the streets of Chicago. It seemed, for a city with such large buildings, that there were too few people. Too few humans, that was. Jon could tell by the smell of the air that in the immediate area, there were more vampires than humans.
He shrugged and continued down one street, looking for a place to spend his days. He had plenty of money in his wallet - cash was one of the only things they didn’t take from you when you capture you. He even had a credit card he’d acquired sometime around when they first started making them. A checkbook for whatever checks he would need to write. He was completely prepared for whatever the human world would throw at him.
An hour or two later of just wandering the streets, an oddly familiar scent reached Jon’s developed nose. Kind of earthy, but overly clean. A little stiff, too. It took him two full minutes to decipher the strange smell.
It was a seeker - two of them actually. Their job was to stake out every city in search of vampires, the ones who ate as they were meant to. Once Jon had come to the realization that they were near, he also noticed that any vampire scent he’d detected earlier had gone stale.
Unable to think clearly, he threw himself in an alley and then into a dumpster, hoping it would mask his richer scent, even if only for a passing moment. It did it’s job, and the seekers passed unaware of the so-called danger that lurked just down a dark way. Jon didn’t know how long he sat in that rancid dumpster - hours at least. Long enough for the earthy scent to fade and become stale itself. It must have been more than a few hours when he finally pulled himself out of the large garbage bin.
Safe. For now.
He decided he’d better find at least a temporary place to stay the night. So he walked the opposite way, going the direction he’d come from, now more alert than before to the smells around him. And it was probably because of that that he picked up the most tempting, delectable aroma he’d ever scented in all his years.
To a human, it might smell like fresh-baked brownies or and warm pastry. To Jon, it was the most desirable blood out on the market. All worries forgotten, he stalked it and found himself outside of a fairly large house, peeping through a window on the second story.
Seeing what he had initially wanted to be his victim, it would be the first time in his history that their appearance made him change his mind and eat elsewhere.
Author: trylohbyte
Rating: R Overall
Pairing: Jon/Brendon
Summary: To a human, it might smell like fresh-baked brownies or and warm pastry. To Jon, it was the most desirable blood out on the market.
Disclaimer: Fake. Title belongs to Empires.
A/N: My fingers are freezing as I type this.
It happened on a Sunday. Everyone was trying to get the best out of the insufficient means of entertainment when it occurred.
Jon knew he was stronger than most of the guards at the holding camp. Hell, he could have probably taken them all down in less than ten minutes. Problem was, there were consequences. Last time someone tried, they succeeded. Quickly, they did. But five weeks later, they were found dead, just a hundred or so miles from where he’d been kept before his escape.
The guards would bring you back if they thought you worthy of their mercy. If they did not, you were doomed.
But none of the staff was prepared for what would happen on that Sunday. There hadn’t been en escape attempt since 1973, and tensions had died down in the 32 years that had passed. But when Jon was trying to enjoy a game of Halo (even vampires can indulge in the luxury of video games), a deafening roar shook the camp.
He sighed, dropped his controller and made his way to the cafeteria.
Jon knew the vampire crouched on the ground fairly well. Her name was Victoria, she’d been born in 1793 and turned in 1817, frozen forever at age 24. On most occasions, she was known for her inexplicable ability to keep her temper in check, unless she was dealing with the newborn Gabe who couldn’t seem to keep his nose out of trouble. Today, such was not the case.
Her lips were pulled back, revealing the fangs many had doubted she even possessed. The guard across from her appeared relatively calm, but Jon could sense that he’d never been so scared in his life. Probably never been face to face with a real, infuriated vampire. It was just his luck that he would have to deal with Victoria who, despite her usual calmness, was a fierce bitch when the need arose.
“This is the fourth time this week I’ve had goat’s blood for lunch,” she growled. “I’m sick of this bullshit, this is no way for a vampire to live. You assholes are fucking with the laws of nature.”
“Miss Asher, I understand, you’re displeased,” the guard tried to sympathize.
Jon tried to remember his name. He somewhat resembled a caveman. Long, curly, unkempt hair. He looked as if he hadn’t shaved in two weeks, maybe more. Heavy-lidded blue eyes. This one was Joe.
Victoria hissed, her whole body lurching forward just an inch, but in a violent manner that Joe jumped back about five feet.
It was not at all uncommon for the captives to lash out at the guards. In fact, it happened several times a month. Those poor guards, Jon thought sarcastically. Their job must be so mentally demanding, to calmly face an angry, blood-raised vampire and tell him or her that nothing in this place would change. That they would stick to drinking goat’s blood four days a week for lunch, and that never again would they be able to indulge in the “luxury” that was human’s blood. It made Jon laugh how much they thought they were bettering the world.
Vampires weren’t the only creatures who thirsted for a human’s inner wine.
Nobody expected it to go so far in the cafeteria. Especially with Victoria, who usually knew when to stop - when to take a breath and recalculate things. Am I going about this the right way? But that day. She ended up killing Joe. It took no more then one minute, which was to be expected. Jon, and every other true vampire living the after-life on Earth knew that the hippies were nowhere near as strong.
And it had ended just as seemingly nonchalantly as it had started. It began with a pint of goat’s blood. It ended with Victoria brushing off her dress and asking why everyone was staring at her. And then they all rioted, Jon being the only one standing by quietly, waiting for a chance to pat her on the back and congratulate her on her “excellent kill”.
It wasn’t until the whole of the camp staff was surrounding Joe’s body that the information sunk in. All of the staff was looking for non-existent evidence on who did this, how and why? There would be no one guarding the doors, the windows. News traveled fast in that place.
It started with Victoria speculating on it to Gabe, who’s eyes widened as he passed the information along to one Travis McCoy. And it passed along the grapevine, through countless blood-suckers until it finally reached Jon. As it turned out, it would be his decision to “break out”.
He was the first to exit the building, as he had offered to make sure no one was standing outside. And he gave the okay signal. And they fled. Every last one of them, in all different directions.
Alone, it would be hopeless to run. You would find yourself face to face with ten of the guards from your holding camp. But with friends? Jon was reluctant to bring anyone along, but when he realized Gabe, Victoria and Travis were tailing him, we didn’t have the heart to tell them to get lost. It wouldn’t have been smart to do so, anyway.
The four of them, after a couple days of endless running, had found themselves in Chicago, Illinois. At least, that’s what the signs told them.
“This is where I stop, I think,” Jon said. “Seems like a small enough town - not too suspicious.”
Victoria and Gabe, however, looked skeptical.
“I don’t know,” Victoria judged. “Don’t you think hundreds of others would have thought that, too? You don’t know how many of us are hiding out here, watching for those sad excuses for vampires.”
“I’ll be fine, but if you guys want to go one, then do so.”
“We’re going to New York,” Travis stated, as if they had it planned out. Did they? “Big city, they’ll never find us.”
“Think they won’t, hm?” Jon smirked. “If that’s your escape plan, then so be it. We’ll see each other when we do, won’t we.”
Victoria and Travis nodded, more than ready to take to the rooftops and flee another couple thousand miles. But Gabe sniffed, wiping a fake tear off of his cheek. He threw his arms around Jon and sobbed, “I’m gonna miss you, man. So many good times.”
“Yes, I witnessed your girlfriend break us out of prison and let you guys follow me to Chicago.” Jon shrugged. “So many good memories with you, Gabriel.”
“He’s not my boyfriend,” Victoria sighed. She pulled Gabe off of Jon and told him to get his ass off of the cynic and to New York before she killed him. He complied.
“We’ll be seeing you.” Victoria offered her hand and smiled just slightly. “Maybe. Thank you for letting us travel with you.”
Jon shook her hand. “Safe journey.”
“We’ll try.”
And they were off in a flash. Jon didn’t know whether they’d ever see each other again. It was in a vampire’s nature to wander. The real ones couldn’t stick around one place for too long, no matter how quaint or how enormous the city.
It was after they were three minutes gone, most likely fifty miles away already, that Jon finally forced himself into the streets of Chicago. It seemed, for a city with such large buildings, that there were too few people. Too few humans, that was. Jon could tell by the smell of the air that in the immediate area, there were more vampires than humans.
He shrugged and continued down one street, looking for a place to spend his days. He had plenty of money in his wallet - cash was one of the only things they didn’t take from you when you capture you. He even had a credit card he’d acquired sometime around when they first started making them. A checkbook for whatever checks he would need to write. He was completely prepared for whatever the human world would throw at him.
An hour or two later of just wandering the streets, an oddly familiar scent reached Jon’s developed nose. Kind of earthy, but overly clean. A little stiff, too. It took him two full minutes to decipher the strange smell.
It was a seeker - two of them actually. Their job was to stake out every city in search of vampires, the ones who ate as they were meant to. Once Jon had come to the realization that they were near, he also noticed that any vampire scent he’d detected earlier had gone stale.
Unable to think clearly, he threw himself in an alley and then into a dumpster, hoping it would mask his richer scent, even if only for a passing moment. It did it’s job, and the seekers passed unaware of the so-called danger that lurked just down a dark way. Jon didn’t know how long he sat in that rancid dumpster - hours at least. Long enough for the earthy scent to fade and become stale itself. It must have been more than a few hours when he finally pulled himself out of the large garbage bin.
Safe. For now.
He decided he’d better find at least a temporary place to stay the night. So he walked the opposite way, going the direction he’d come from, now more alert than before to the smells around him. And it was probably because of that that he picked up the most tempting, delectable aroma he’d ever scented in all his years.
To a human, it might smell like fresh-baked brownies or and warm pastry. To Jon, it was the most desirable blood out on the market. All worries forgotten, he stalked it and found himself outside of a fairly large house, peeping through a window on the second story.
Seeing what he had initially wanted to be his victim, it would be the first time in his history that their appearance made him change his mind and eat elsewhere.