Who Is the Monster and Who Is the Man? (9/?)
Author: Rebecca
Pairings: James/Randy
Ratings: PG-13/R
Archiving Permission: here and my site; anyone else please ask
Disclaimer: Nope never happened but it would make a freaky movie ;-)
Summary: Cliff is a master vampire. Enough said.
James� POV
�Fucking hell,� Jason said as he helped tie down the unconscious man, �I thought you said you picked out an easy kill for Randy. If this fucker fights like he did there is no way in hell that Randy will be able to feed off of him.�
�I have my reasons Jase,� I said as I stood up. �Trust me, Randy will be able to feed off this guy.� I watch as Jason shook his head slightly as he walked out of the room.
Jason. My first brother and friend. He has helped me get rid of walls that had stood for ages around my heart and soul. He never once allowed me to leave my family. At night when I felt as if there was no one there to talk to, he held me for hours, telling me that I was loved and needed.
I quietly followed him through the door and into a short hall, where Kirk jumped up on my back with a giggle.
�James?�
�Yep that is my name Quirky.�
�I know that you dick! And don�t call me Quirky. I need to ask you something that is *very* important.�
�What?�
�Do you think that��
�Don�t ask him,� said Lars as he raced out of a nearby room.
�Why not?�
�Because *I* want to ask him,� pouted Lars as he grabbed my by my free arm.
�Ask me what,� I chuckled as I pulled my brothers closer to me.
�Do you think orgies are good thing,� he managed to ask with an innocent look on his face.
I couldn�t help but snicker as I answered, �You two are such sluts sometimes.�
Nevertheless, I love them dearly. They help keep me sane.
Kirk has kept me centered for centuries. He taught me how to meditate to keep the visions away. He healed my body and gave me strength when I had none. Lars is very much my younger brother that I want to kill some days. He has always made me laugh, even when the darkness had become too much even for me to bear.
I pulled free from them and went through a door that was hidden in shadows.
"Is the fucker tied up good," asked a slightly annoyed voice.
"Yes Bob," I answered sweetly. "And thanks for helping bring him in." I heard him mutter something about me not being able to pick out an easy kill if my life depended on it. That's Bob for you. Whenever we needed to scout out something we would send him ahead. He was born cautious.
My eyes traveled around the dark room and settled on my sire. He is everything in my world. He has kept me with him for centuries; when I am sure others would have turned me away. He refused to let me slip away. He loves me and always will. I knelt in front of him and kissed him gently on his lips. "Is he sleeping again," I asked softly.
"Yes," came the sad answer. He is worried that Randy will not survive. However, I know better. Randy is fighter and a survivor.
If he wasn't...
I would have never made him my first-born.
TBC
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