The vampire rubbed my cock. I felt bad for him. No one to look after him, no one to tell him what a slayer looked liked and to not go after his dick. Even in the dim light of the alley, I could see a human need in his eyes.
I would not enjoy this kill. God, he had to be eighteen when he was turned, and that wasn't long ago.
He kissed me. I should have a stake in his heart, and instead I was letting him kiss me. Vampire or not, he had to be half my age. His tongue touched my lips, and I opened my mouth to him. I hadn't gotten drunk in ten years, too risky, but my head was spinning like I was on a bender.
I grabbed his tight little ass and pulled him closer. He could snap me in half, but his build was so slight I could pretend I could crush him. The way he shivered, he was pretending too.
His teeth snicked out and I clenched the stake behind my back.
He pulled away. "Oh God, I'm sorry. I don't know what's wrong with me. I've been sleeping all day. I don't normally even go to clubs like this. I've just been so..." He didn't say hungry, he thought that emptiness inside him was just garden variety horniness.
Fuck, he didn't even know he'd been turned. I was forty-five years old with millions squirrelled away in foreign banks. I didn't need to be out getting high on adrenaline. I certainly didn't need to be slaying vampires that were victims themselves.
They were the worst, creatures who had done no harm but had to be euthanized because one day they would. Their pleas echoed again in my head, the look of betrayal in many of their eyes, their claims that they didn't kill humans, that my masters were wrong.
"I can't do this," I said, turning away from him.
He clutched my hand. "Please, please just touch me."
"C'mon, I'll buy you a drink."
To my surprise, he nodded. "Thanks, I could use one."
If he was still able to eat and drink, he must be under a month old, a baby. The bartender nodded at me and threw two whiskeys in front of us.
The boy smiled. God, what a sweet fucking smile. Like a daisy in the middle of Mount Rumpke, so pretty you couldn't smell the waste. I tossed back my drink. He took a sip and made a face.
"I got what you need," I said. I took his cold hand, and for once in my life, I wasn't afraid. If I wasn't afraid, I was going to get killed.
He stalled behind me, shaking his head. "No, I'm not going home with you."
I took a breath and relaxed. That lithe body of his was getting ready to run away faster than he knew it could move. If I spooked him now, he'd be dead in a month. I stepped into him and leaned down to his ear. "I know what's happening to you. You went to a bar, met a cute boy, you made out. You must have drank more than you thought, because you blacked-out. Your neck hurt like a son of a bitch the next day, and that bastard left you with the worse hickey of your life."
"It was a party," he whispered.
"Please come with me. It's not safe out here for you." I kissed his ear. "You skin is so cold."
He wrapped his arms around me. "I know. Okay."
Everyone stared as we left. Vampires preyed on pariahs: the homeless, prostitutes, drug addicts, and for a very long time, homosexuals. As societies' attitude started to shift, so did the vampires' tastes. Only old ones hunted these bars anymore. The phrase "you can't teach an old dog new tricks" was doubly true for vampires. I guess it was true for me too, because I was here killing them ten years after I should have retired.
"Holy shit," the kid said when I stopped in front of my car.
"What's your name?" I asked.
"I've never ridden in a Ferrari."
I unlocked the doors, shaking my head. "I'm Brutus," I said, sliding into my seat.
He snorted.
"Yeah, I know." I scanned the street. I always knew it would happen some night, my turn to slip away into another life. I'd never pictured a vampire at my side, although it did happen from time to time, with suitably tragic endings. "What's your name?"
"John. How'd you know about what happened to me?"
I sighed. "It's my job to know. I kill vampires."
Somehow, John managed to flush paler.
"You were going to kill me."
"Yeah, but I thought I'd retire instead. Unfortunately, leaving you out there would be the same as staking you, and now you're in the car."
"What're you going to do with me?"
I wished I could take my eyes off the road and turn to him, soothe him. "I'm going to teach you what your maker should have taught you, like not to go into dark alleys with vampire slayers. And I'll feed you."
"Why the sudden change of heart?"
"I'm tired of slaughtering the innocent with the guilty."
An unsettled silence clung in the car. By the time the garage door was creaking open, John was bursting with questions. The first one surprised me.
"Are you really gay, or do you just pretend to be to hunt vampires?"
I gave him a smirk, then pressed my mouth to his. When he responded, I sucked his bottom lip between teeth and nipped him.
"Does that answer your question?"
"I'm not convinced," he said, his voice low and husky, his eyes dark.
I gripped his hair and smashed his face to mine, my tongue licking his teeth. John threw his arms around my neck, crawling onto my lap.
"Hey, let's wait until we get inside," I said.
He gave me a sheepish smile, then wiggled his hip against my erection as I pulled into the garage.
"We're leaving in the morning," I told him, opening my door so he could slide out. "So don't get too comfortable."
"Can I go out in the day?"
"Shit, no. There's no way I can get something organized before dawn. I guess we'll leave the next day."
I locked the garage down before opening the door to the house. Funny taking precautions against vampires when I had brought one home.
"Am I allergic to garlic and holy water?"
I snorted. "No. In fact, churches are a favorite hiding place for vampires because of myths about them and Christianity."
He followed me into the kitchen. "Where did vampires come from?"
"That I don't know." I poured myself a measure of whiskey and got out a wine glass. With a paring knife, I cut a horizontal slash in my wrist and bled into the glass. Letting a new vampire feed directly from me was not a good idea. "Here."
John's nose wrinkled even as his fangs slipped in. While he was distracted I nicked his hand. "Hey, ow. What was that for?"
"Vampire's blood has the power to heal." I held up my bleeding wrist to him as I swiped the blade across it. "You can lick, but you can't bite."
I suspect it was my flesh that was more appealing to him, looking at the erection he had. He lapped the blood from my wrist, then drank down his glass.
"Thanks. I feel a lot better. Will I have to eat a lot?"
"No. That should hold you over for a few days."
"So, you could feed me?"
"Yes. It's not unusual for a vampire to keep a human to feed from."
