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The boys, Bryce, Fletcher, and Jayzon, all made their way to the bottom of the hill, and met up with the others in their 'nest'. While Bryce and Fletcher were still pretty new to the group, it didn't take either one of them very long to learn the way things went around there.
Vincent and Elijah were the oldest when they were turned...18 and 19, respectively. But somehow Elijah had taken a leadership role in the group. Which sat just fine with Vincent, who really didn't have the slightest interest in being asked to really take care of anybody but himself. He preferred the background much more than holding the torch for the younger vamps. Vincent kept an indifferent approach to life. A slacker with a mean streak in him. After 6 years in darkness, one would have thought that things might have changed for him, his dark hair and dark brown eyes just barely sliding under the old 'rebel' cliche. But no...he remained as frozen emotionally as he was in age.
Elijah, on the other hand, took pride in being the authority amongst the others. He had been in darkness for much longer than the others. A full 22 years, give or take. His experience had guided them through some harsh times. He taught them how to feed, how to find a suitable resting spot for daylight, how to use their individual abilities. He easily, and eagerly, became the center. But it was his overwhelming attraction to his new member of the group that kept Elijah smiling that evening. Bryce seemed to have been designed by the angels themselves. The silken blond hair, the soft young features, the sexy curve of his boyish figure. It was the most delicious emotional response that Elijah had experienced in years. His heart led the way as he invited the two troubled boys into his circle. And while Bryce has yet to show any particular interest in him...Elijah wasn't about to let that stop him from winning his affections for himself. He can't just let this boy go. He CAN'T. Despite some of his physical battle scars, permanently scratched into his face and neck...Elijah was hoping that his eternal disfigurements wouldn't put the boy off.
Elijah was a good man at heart. But it is always deep desire that leads even the best of men to schemes and deceit.
Simi was the youngest of the group. Only half way past his 12th birthday, the bleach blond, blue eyed boy with the 'frosted' tips was just learning to live in darkness along with the rest of them. Simi had maybe a year of being a vampire under his belt, perhaps a bit less. And he maintained a very cocky swagger throughout most of his nights with the others. Always wanting to be the center of attention, always showboating for the chance at the spotlight. His extra is still developing, and he hasn't quite gotten used to his optrix yet, often rubbing his eyes raw with the itch of them. Simi and his vampire 'role model' of choice, Ferris, have been known to fool around on occasion...but nothing that one would consider hardcore. Mostly mutual masturbation and perhaps an oral experience thrown in once in a while when they're feeling particularly frisky. Other than that, it was all kissing and cuddling. Possibly because Ferris crossed over at age 15, with three years in darkness. He felt as though that constituted some level of perversion. Even though he truly cared a great deal for Simi in more was than he was ever willing to admit.
Ferris tossed his dark emo fringe out of his eyes as the rest of the circle all came together to see what his findings were for the evening. One thing that Elijah had taught them all was how to operate as pack hunters. The advantages of moving in numbers and taking donors down quickly and efficiently without struggle were especially good for small towns like this one. With 8 vampires in one place, they couldn't have 8 townspeople vanishing every month without arousing MAJOR suspicion. Suspicion leads to whispers. Whispers lead to dark rumors about what roams these woods at night. And once that point has been reached...vampires find themselves just ONE town meeting away from being slayed at dawn by an angry mob carrying stakes and Crucifixes. Ferris and Angelo did a good job of scouting out a meal that would be filling for the group that night.
Pack hunters have to eat a bit more frequently, maybe once every few weeks, due to having less blood from sharing. But still...it's a practice that, if done right, can keep them feeding from the shadows for a long time to come.
"I hear that you have some good news for us this evening, boys." Elijah said, calmly smiling at the youngsters that he sent out to investigate possible donors in the area.
Angelo spoke up, "We definitely do, pops. You know the old hotel off of Route 33? The shady one?"
"MOTEL." Jayzon reminded him. "Hotels have more than one level. Motels are one flat layout." Jayzon...always ready with his little offbeat facts.
Angelo gave him a look. "Gee, thanks. That's a very interesting tidbit. If I'm ever on 'Jeopardy', I'll be sure to make you my lifeline, k, Jay?"
"Actually...um...'Jeopardy' doesn't have lifelines. You're thinking of..."
"Shut up!" Angelo snapped, and Elijah tried to get him to relax.
"Calm down. You said something about a motel. Route 33. Continue." Elijah asked.
"Yeah, well it's practically empty this weekend. I count only three cars in the parking lot, one of them belongs to the innkeeper, the other two are at opposite ends of the lot. So the rooms are far enough apart where we won't be heard." Angelo smirked. "And if anybody DOES hear any moaning and groaning...it's a hotel, right?"
"Jay...I swear to God....!"
Ferris was the next to speak, his smooth and mellow voice wasn't something they heard very often, as he only believed in speaking when he actually had something to say. Wasted breath was not his game at all. "We should move on this tonight. We don't want any other 'guests' checking in between now and tomorrow night for the festival." He looked back at the others, hair flopped down over his eyes. "Know what I mean?"
Elijah nodded in agreement, and then allowed his infatuated eyes to wander over to Bryce, whose bright blond halo of hair seemed to glow with a light all its own. Such pretty features. Such...beautiful lips. His hunger must have gotten Bryce's attention, because the boy noticed the change in tension in the air around him. Bryce blushed slightly, but not in a bashful way. It's not that Bryce wasn't aware of Elijah's ever growing obsession with him...he just wasn't interested in feeling the same way about him. Being grateful for shelter and guidance can only go so far. Besides, Bryce's affections were directed...elsewhere.
Vincent walked forward, passing the rest of the group. "Fine. Great. Hotel. Motel. Opportunity. What are we waiting for? I'm so thirsty, my gums ache. Let's bleed 'em and get back home. All this fresh air is making me sick."
The others followed behind him, except for Elijah who waited for Bryce to get closer before reaching out a hand to touch the small of his back. "Are you...feeling a bit more comfortable with this? I know that pack hunting wasn't your procedure before joining up with us."
"Umm...I guess so. Yeah." Bryce answered, a creepy tingle running up his spine, as Elijah let his fingers drop only half an inch...but closer to the rising mounds of his backside.
"It's easier, you know? There's something to be said about a filling meal, one vampire, one donor. But there are risks involved. And the smaller the area, the lesser the food supply...the more caution has to be used in order to survive."
"Y-y-yeah...I remember." Bryce stuttered, as the hand moved down a bit more. His touch becoming more blatantly intimate by the second. Bryce was afraid to pull away. Elijah's camp was the only shelter they had after Fletcher's little incident. But still it made him increasingly uncomfortable to be touched in such a lewd manner.
Elijah sensed the boy's discomfort, and for a moment...it excited him. God....Elijah was close enough to smell the sweet buttery fragrance of the blond boy's softly heated skin. Ohhhh...to touch it, just once. To possess it for his very own in the throes of passion. There was a purity about young Bryce that he couldn't resist. And while he has had both Ferris and Angelo to himself many times, Elijah could hardly contain his lustful urges for the group's newest visitor.
He waited a moment, looking Bryce directly in his light green eyes for a moment in silence...and that's when his best friend Fletcher came walking back to see what the hold up was. It was the only thing that interrupted the moment long enough for Bryce to skillfully, but gently, pull himself away from Elijah's unwanted touch.
"Fletcher! Hey...don't worry, I'm coming." Bryce told the younger boy, and didn't look back as they walked off towards Route 33 with the others.
No matter to Elijah. He could be patient.
Seeing in the darkness was no big feat for the vampires en route. And in no time at all, they all stood atop a hill, looking down into the dark parking lot of the Willow Falls Motel. Angelo was right...it was practically deserted.
"How many?" Vincent asked.
Ferris answered, "Three."
Bryce and Fletcher noticed a bit of rustling and movement on the side of them, and turned to see Angelo smoothing out his clothes and teasing his short, dark hair in a pocket mirror. Angelo was 100% city boy. With the exception of Bryce, he was easily one of the most beautiful of the group. Angelo was one of those 15 year old, upper class, pretty boys, that was practically born on the top floor of a high rise luxury apartment and never had to worry about much of anything. His sex appeal was an asset that he was well aware of, and took every opportunity he could to highlight it.
Fletcher asked him, "You're getting dressed up to hunt?"
"You've gotta get dressed up to do anything, youngster." He replied, barely taking his eyes off of the mirror.
"Yeah but...we're in the middle of the woods. In the MOUNTAINS even."
"That's no excuse for me to not look my best." He smiled at Fletcher with a wink. "Besides, I like feeling sexy. All night...every night. Does wonders for my sense of...'balance'."
Angelo was one of those boys crossed over into darkness because he thought it would be glamorous...sexy...mysterious. It was the ultimate thrill for the boy who already had everything. A fashion model look for a new fabric to wear. A lot of vampires crossover for that very reason...only to find out that it was a huge mistake. That a life in darkness was not all that it was cracked up to be. Luckily for Angelo, he didn't have that problem. That was exactly what he was looking for and that was exactly what he got. It's rare that one ever seen a vampire more content with his own existence away from daylight. Perhaps some boys were more cut out for darkness than others.
Vincent sighed hard enough to blow his hair up as he saw one of the men in the motel room come out to grab something from the trunk of their car. Beer. A 30 pack. Looking in the room he saw the other two, and grumbled under his breath. "I knew I should have done the scouting this time around."
Angelo gave him an almost hurt look. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?"
"Three guys, all in their 40's, drinking and smoking and playing poker in a motel room. Come ON, Angelo. How exactly do you suggest we 'casually' walk up to them and get them to let a bunch of teenagers inside and shut the door before anybody hears us? Huh? You should have been looking for hitchhikers or something."
"You're an ass, Vincent." Angelo replied, turning to Elijah. "Trust me. We did our homework. We won't have any problem getting in."
"What makes you say that?"
Ferris flipped his hair back, only to let it fall directly into his eyes again. "Let's just say that Angelo and I caught their attention before they caught ours."
"What does that mean?" Bryce asked him.
Angelo smiled, "They happen to like sweet little boys like us. THAT'S what it means. They practically molested us with their eyes alone in town a few nights ago. I don't know if they're here for the festival or not, but one thing's for certain...they're looking to find some form of entertainment while they're here. It's the only thing they were thinking about when I scanned 'em." Angelo looked back at Vincent. "If we want in...all we have to do...is knock...and smile."
"And pretend to be fags." Vincent growled.
"Some of us ain't pretending, sweet meat." Angelo answered, and Elijah decided to put plans in motion.
"I hope you two are right about this."
"Oh we are." Angelo smirked, finally putting his mirror away. "Trust me, Elijah...it's the perfect spot, the perfect donors, no witnesses, easy access, and all the 'yum yum' we can drink to get big and strong."
Elijah asked Ferris, "You scan for blood defects?"
"They're all clean. Nothing more destructive than what you would find in your average chain smoking, burger grilling, alcoholic, while on vacation."
Elijah turned to look at his troops. "Well then, gentlemen...I believe our boys at the motel are looking for a party tonight. Let's go down and give them one they'll remember."
That was the only nod needed. And the pack hunters began their steep journey down to the parking lot, covered in shadows, and quickly moving in small groups of two or three to reach the outside of their door. Swift. Silent. Hardly giving a hint of the carnage and horror being plotted in the back of their minds. Bryce and Fletcher hesitated for a moment...but not long For their bodies were blood deficient as well. The thirst always wins. No matter what.
Demons...wearing the robes of the righteous. In the guise of angels. Hiding their fangs until it's too late to escape their wrath.
Is there anything more deadly than malice in the heart of a beautiful child?
While Vincent was still conflicted about being perved by a bunch of other men, he kept his mouth shut about it. Angelo and Ferris were the ones to lightly rap on the door. They were definitely gorgeous enough to be the perfect 'bait'. Bryce even more so, but Elijah didn't want him being put out there like that just yet. At least not until he got over his jitters about feeding.
There were a few voices behind the door, and the door opened up. The smell of marijuana smoke wafted out into the night, accompanied by the sounds of 'The Thrill Is Gone' by BB King, being played on a rather large boombox sitting on the dresser inside. The poker game had the table covered with cards, ashtrays beer cans, and plastic chips. It was like a scene right out of a comic book bar brawl in the making. If only the three men knew that they were on the menu.
"Hiiiiii..." Angelo said with a flawless smile. "...Listen, our parents are gone for the night, and we accidentally got locked out of our room. I don't know where the innkeeper guy is. You mind if we use your cell phone or something?" The man's eyes widened slightly, seeing two amazingly young boys standing in front of him. Ferris noticed the other two men lean back to catch a sight for themselves. "Heyyy...wait a minute..." Angelo said to the speechless man at the door. "I remember you. You were in town last night, weren't you?"
"Heh....yeah." The man answered, watching Ferris push his hair back again to display a set of dark brown bedroom eyes and a flash of smooth teen flesh that he wasn't quite prepared for. The thoughts that ran through his mind at that moment were beyond love at first sight. Or perhaps second sight.
"Say, is that beer?" Ferris asked, making sure to stare the man right in the eye, breaking down his ability to even think of saying no. "Can we come in and have some?"
One of the men hollered from the background, "You can come in and have all you want." A slight smile on his face, apparently thinking that he was hiding his thoughts from his vampiric guests.
"And our friends too...of course." Angelo asked, as Simi, Bryce, Fletcher, and the rest made themselves visible. This time, there was no hiding the man's shock. He was sure that he had hit the jackpot. That the gods had blessed him with a once in a lifetime opportunity. "Can you invite us in? We're...um...thirsty. Hehehe!" Angelo's teasing could be such a savage weapon when he wanted it to be.
"Yes...come on in. All of you. Come in." The man sighed as the boys filed in. He took a special interest in young Simi as he saw him grab Ferris by the hand and keep him close.
All three men stood up to greet the boys and welcome them with warm smiles. The man at the door paused slightly as Elijah entered the room with Vincent. The scars were a bit startling at first. Not that they were overly 'grotesque', but they did much to damage a once unblemished boyish face. Elijah gave him a very serious look, almost intimidating in nature...and before closing the door, he nodded towards Vincent to go check the perimeter outside. Just to be on the 'safe' side.
Might as well get it done now. Because once that motel room door closes...the game begins.
And the boys could hardly keep their fangs from dropping in anticipation. The heart beats fastest...
...Right before the kill.
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