Here’s the deal. Les Lois de Vampires dictated that if a vampire killed a human, they must conceal the body at all costs or make it appear as if the human died in another way other than by a vampire. Some vampires could get real fucking creative. Now, if a vampire didn’t want to go through all that shit, they could go to slaughterhouses disguised as hotels. Rooms usually cost between two hundred and three hundred bucks. A vampire could kill a victim in total privacy. Afterward, the staff took care of the body. From what Darren understood, the bodies were taken to a crematorium via the tunnels.

“Will it hurt?” Mike asked.

“Pain is the best part of sex,” Darren answered and that was fucking true for him. Honestly, the only time he liked to be roughed up and hit was when he was being fucked. Perhaps it was some twisted daddy issues type shit. Now that was a thought.

Hesitantly, Mike lifted his hand to Darren’s face and touched his cheek. “Y-y-you’re so pretty.”

“I’ve been told that.” Darren smiled and tilting his head down, he captured Mike’s thumb between his lips and sucked on it.

Darren continued to toy with his prey on the way to the Sterling Hotel. By the time they got there, the man was wound so tight that his head was about to pop off. The crotch of his pants was tented with an obvious hard-on. Entering the hotel’s posh and upscale lobby with its crystal chandelier and glossy wooden walls and furnishing, Darren paid for a room and was handed a key. The servants didn’t bat an eye at Mike’s clear elation. They were completely used to it.

Darren led Mike to the room that completely contrasted the lobby. It was plain with a simple bed, a chair, a sofa, and a hard wooden floor. Nothing else. The linen and mattress would be tossed into the cremator along with the body, so why waste money on a fancy set?

Keeping up his charm, Darren pressed his lips to Mike’s timid ones as his fingers removed his outerwear and shirt. He then broke the kiss and pushed him to the bed. Straddling him, he smiled. Mike didn’t notice it due to his cock throbbing hard and begging for release, but his smile was darkly devious. After removing his outerwear, sunglasses, and sweater, Darren ran his hands up Mike’s chest. He wasn’t a slim stick like Daniel, but he wasn’t bad either. He was just average. Everything was average about him. He had the boring stereotypical all-American boy next door look that the average female would cream over. It didn’t matter, he was going to die soon.

Leaning down, Darren pressed his lips to Mike’s mouth then swiftly, he changed from soft and sensual to a ravenous beast. Grabbing a handful of his hair, Darren yanked his head to the side causing his carotid artery to bulge as if begging him to bite. Latching his mouth onto Mike’s neck, he shoved his fangs in and got the rewarding squirt of liquid life in his mouth. Mike’s screams rang in his ears, but he continued to dine. No one in the hotel would come to the victim’s aid. It was in a way, a vampire diner.

Contrary to the shit in bullshit vampire movies, it didn’t take a few minutes for a vampire to drain a body. It took from forty minutes to an hour depending on the person’s blood volume. Therefore, Darren rested on Mike’s body. When he finally realized that his life was going to end as he could not push Darren’s solid undead form off of him, he stopped screaming and thrashing. He sobbed like they always did. Eventually, his sobs turned into pitiful moans until he slipped off into unconsciousness. Darren kept drinking and listening as Mike’s heartbeat slowed. Before his heartbeat stopped, he pulled away. The continual drinking of blood after a victim’s heart stopped beating could poison a vampire making them sick. It could even kill them. Blood that was harvested from humans for storage was always taken before the heart stopped beating.

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Rolling off the corpse, Darren’s eyes focused on the ceiling. His gut was full, he was sated. Mike’s blood flowed through him, filling him with warmth and life. He could lay there for eternity if life permitted it. However, he would eventually have to return home. Just like his mother always did. After arguing all night and being beaten by his father, his mother would pack him up and they would stay at a hotel, but eventually, they would always return home. Thoughts of Daniel returned to Darren’s mind, and he closed his eyes.

Don’t cry. Don’t cry, Darren told himself, but it all caved in. Tears slipped from under his eyelids and trickled down the side of his face. He asked God what he had done to deserve this. Yes, even though he was now an abomination in the eyes of the Lord, he still believed in Him. So, he questioned why his life had taken on this turn. Was this a challenge? Was he like Job? Placing his hands over his face, Darren continued to cry silently. Goddamnit, he loved Daniel so much. One might say more than himself. Maybe that was the problem. Maybe he needed to love himself. Do some fucking soul searching…but…he would only want to do some searching if Daniel was by his side.

Rolling over in the bed, Darren examined Mike. His neck was still bent to the side and the remainder of his blood stained the sheets. He was nothing but a lifeless husk. Even still, Darren reached over and closed his eyes. There wasn’t a real reason why he did this. Perhaps there existed a bit of guilt inside of him. He then wondered if Katy would be distraught when Mike didn’t call her again. He wondered what Daniel would do if he didn’t show up at home. Perhaps the jackass would celebrate.

After drying his eyes and wiping his bloodstained lips on the sheets, Darren stood and dressed. He returned to the car and the servant drove him home. With every step he took inside Rafinesque Place, he felt a weight pulling him down. In the elevator, he stood in the corner wanting to sink through the walls. Ding. The elevator stopped on his floor. He inhaled and stepped out.

As Darren walked down the hall, he prayed Daniel was still at Hema living it up. However, when he reached their apartment, he found the door cracked with Daniel’s keys in the lock and his head sticking out the door as he lay on the floor. His eyes were closed, and Darren became alarmed. “Daniel!” He shouted as he knelt over him. He could feel that he was still alive, about as alive as a vampire could be, but he was worried that he might have hurt himself. Running his fingers through Daniel’s hair, Darren searched for a wound or a bump thinking he might have fallen and hit his head.

“Christ,” Darren sighed, not finding an injury. Standing, he gripped Daniel’s long legs and began to drag him into the condominium. He might be skinny but damn he was heavy and strong. One time when they were human, they were playing Australian football and Daniel knocked into him so hard he damned near blacked out. Darren didn’t care much for sports, but Daniel did, and he insisted that he play. Such a fucking bully.

“Heavy bastard,” Darren complained to the dark.

Once he had Daniel inside their condominium, Darren closed and locked the door. As he looked down at his alchie partner, he had half a mind to kick him in the head. However, that love just came right through. He needed to take care of him no matter how stressful their situation was. Taking Daniel under his arms, Darren dragged him to the living room. With much effort, he managed to tug him onto the couch. He then removed his shoes and set them on the floor. He stood there for a moment enjoying how peaceful his partner looked.

“I love you,” Darren said and placed a kiss on Daniel’s temple. He then lay on the floor beside the couch wanting to be close to him.

Daniel’s arm was dangling from the couch and Darren played with his fingers. Since Daniel was in a drunken slumber, he didn’t fear touching him. Daniel had long slender piano-playing fingers whereas Darren’s fingers were shorter and thick. It was almost childlike how he would lace his fingers with his. No matter what, he couldn’t leave him. Daniel needed him though he was a prick. No one else would take care of him as Darren did. Throughout the night Darren continued to hold Daniel’s hand. When the sun came up and he died, his hand slipped from his, broken by the dawn. As he slept a single tear slipped from his eye to drop into the carpet. Love was pain. Love was sorrow.