Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Kiss. ❯ Chapter 2

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

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Connor woke slowly, feeling hot and uncomfortable. He sat up quickly soon after, not sure of where he was. But a wave of vertigo caused him to slump back down onto the bedding.

Connor put one hand over his eyes, he was afraid to open them completely. Because knowing his luck, and considering how he head felt right now, whatever light that was around was bound to go right into his eyes.

“Where the hell am Ah?” Connor groaned. He was drawing a complete black from his memory….clearly it was time to do complete surroundings/systems check.

He was still wearing his boots, and jeans…so he wasn’t at the house.

His head and stomach felt like he had been more then a little stupid last night.

It was hot and he could feel metal to his right.

“Am in mah truck…” Connor muttered.

Slowly he opened his eyes, and sure enough he was in the bunk of his tuck.

Light wasn’t a problem then, years ago he had hung a thick black sheet of fabric up to protect himself from being woke up or blinded by the sun.

Sitting up again Connor rubbed at his eyes. Alright…if he was in the truck…how did he get here? His head felt all foggy and dull, but not quite that oh god why did I do this hung over feeling.

Rotating his head to get the kinks out of his neck Connor stopped suddenly as a sharp pain jolted him.

Gently feeling the side of his neck Connor discovered what felt like one hell of a bruise. What had he been doing last night? His crouch itched…but there was nobody with him so he didn’t think he had gotten laid.

Connor pulled the homemade curtain aside and was promptly blinded.

“Gah!” Connor groaned as he put his hand up. Sweat was beginning to run down his face…why hadn’t he at least opened a window?

Reaching for the ignition, which had the key in it oddly, Connor engaged the battery, after that he jabbed at the A/C button on the console and sighed in relief as fridge air began to blow through the vents.

That was one of the things he loved about his truck….working air conditioning. Looking out the passengers window Connor noticed a building and finally everything came rushing back.

Micah.

Connor jerked his head back towards the bed, almost expecting the man to be there. He wasn’t of course, but it got Connor thinking.

What the hell had happened last night? Some how he had ended up on the dance floor, Micah had been behind him….

“I want to show you something.”

The words rang in Connor’s mind.

Micah had done something….and….and….Christ….he had come in his damn pants, which explained the itch, and then….he woke up here.

How had he ended up in the truck? And why couldn’t he remember anything? Pulling himself into the drivers seat Connor glanced at the dashboard clock.

7:45 a.m.

A hell of a lot easier then he had expected.

“That’s right…Ross….gotta take Ross to town.” Connor muttered to himself. It would probably be a good idea to get going, but for some reason Connor just didn’t have any energy. He felt weak and light headed, he had a hollow feeling in his elbows and knee’s, and his belly was rumbling. “Probably should stop for some breakfast first…”

Wiping at his face Connor spotted a manila envelope with his name on it sitting on the dashboard, propped up against the windshield. Right across from it, folded neatly in the passengers seat was his coat, which was good…he’d be pissed if it was gone.

His wallet was still in his back pocket….so everything was accounted for. It didn’t seem like he had been robbed.

Snagging the envelope Connor adjusted his seat so he could lean back and put his feet up on the dash. It wasn’t sealed and he discovered, what else?, a letter.

Pulling it out Connor tossed the envelope aside. Unfolding it Connor was both amused and impressed at how neat and precise the writing was.

Odd…..he had just met the guy, and from his fuzzy memory has apparently passed out with him on a dance floor. But Micah must have helped him into his truck, or at least had someone else do it so….

Connors thoughts were interrupted by his stomach making a loud declaration of its current condition. He wasn’t just hungry….he was almost starving….or at least he must….especially considering how weak he felt.

Turning off the trucks battery and sticking the letter back into its envelope, Connor grabbed his keys and hopped out of the truck. His knee’s trembled for a few moments once his feet actually touched the ground, but he named to rein it in and not fall on his ass. Why was he so out of it? Could one little dance and some drinks have him this messed up? Wore him out maybe?

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The place was so empty when Connor stepped in that for a moment he wondered if anyone was even there. But the second he sat down a perky blond woman came out of the back.

“Well hey there suga.” She chirped. “The name’s Cindy, is there something I can do you for?”

Connor rubbed at his eyes, go damn morning people….it was WAY to early to be so cheerful. But….he liked her so far.

“Uh…Ah think so….ummm…mah name’s Connor--” He began.

“Ah…” Cindy said, holding her palm up. “Say no more Ranger, heard bout you from the boss man. Breakfast is coming.”

With that she turned and sped off.

Connor wiped his face with his hand, she hadn’t even asked what he wanted….then again this seemed like a special situation…might not be a lot of choices. Hell…for all he knew there wasn’t even a menu

And Ranger? Seriously? First Cowboy and now Ranger….the fuck was up with all the friggin nicknames?

“How you want your eggs?” Cindy asked as she stuck her head out of the little door to the back, startling Connor.

“Uh….over hard.” Connor answered.

Man did he feel out of it, and his head so….fuzzy. Had he really drank that much? He sure didn’t think so, he had only had like…four…or eight….or something.

“I want to show you something.” Purred in Connor’s ear, scaring the shit out of him. With a gasp Connor whirled around….but no one was there. Jerking his head back and forth Connor surveyed the large room.

He was the only one there….

“What the fuck….” Connor growled, as he wiped at his ear. He could have sworn that he felt breath and everything…..

And just what did Micah want to show him anyway? Some kind of ancient…make a guy cum in his pants-fu?

He still couldn’t believe that….seriously….

Connor felt his face flush, so damn embarrassing. He could only hope Micah didn’t know, or find out. Why had that happened?

Sure it had been a long time since he had gotten any, a year and a half maybe, but….damn. Nothing had even been touched…not really anyway.

He didn’t have to think about it for long though, because a smiling Cindy soon came back to the counter with a big plate, giving him something else to focus on.

“Sorry it took so long hun.” She said as she set the plate down in front of him. Next to it she set a big bottle of ketchup, and a jar of strawberry jam.

Connor looked over the plate, and was a bit imprested. From the size he figured it was about three eggs, and then there was a big pile of home fries, nice and crispy looking at that. Eight slices of wheat toast, and a big, wonderful smelling slab of country fried steak, no gravy, which was good…he hated gravy, which was something that got him picked on quite a bit.

“Could tell Ah was hungry?” Connor asked.

“Ah yea….ya got that look aboutcha.’ Cindy replied with a wink. “Be right back with yer drink.”

Without a second thought Connor dug in, going about it as usual. Eggs first, with a few pieces of jammed up toast, to make room on the place. Finish up the toast, ketchup up the home fries, and add a little bit of salt and pepper.

Yup…that was the ticket.

Cindy popped back in with a big glass of orange juice, which Connor accepted graciously, and then she pulled up a stool in front of him. Again odd….he would have thought she’d have things to do.

“So is this place actually open?” Connor asked. He would feel really uncomfortable if it had been kept open just for him. If that was even possible, seemed hard to believe.

Cindy nodded.

“Jus’ the bar though.”

“Ah reckon it must be rather boring then.” Connor mused. Cindy stretched, cracking her elbows.

“Nah not really….always git those morning types. You know….the ones that roll out of bed drunk, and then start knockin’ them back first chance they get. Specially on the weekend….some people just like to stay hammered for three or four days….” Cindy informed.

“Fun, fun.” Connor muttered.

He had experienced his share of drunken assholes wanting something early in the morning himself. Usually some fool who pulls out of the bar, so wasted he can’t even see straight, runs something over, hits something, and needs a tow.

“Oh don’tcha know it.” Cindy quipped, before giving Connor a cheeky grin. “So….word is you put on quite the show with Mr. Merig last night.”

Connor nearly cocked on the piece of meat he had been chewing on. He wasn’t sure what look was on his face, but it sure made Cindy laugh.

“Relax hun, I ain’t makin’ fun of ya. But I hear you had boys turning green.” Connor just shrugged, unsure of what to say, and not really wanting to talk about it.

“So what do you know about…him?” Connor asked between bites. He wasn’t sure what to think about Micah at all, let along his…offer. But it was an option, and it couldn’t hurt to at least dig up a little on him.

“Mr. Merig? Oh he’s a swell man. Helped the boss man build this place from what I hear, basically gave him the cash.” Cindy answered. “Very well mannered….real proper and all. Got money growing off of him, but he doesn’t treat people like dirt.” Cindy sighed wistfully. “So of course…wouldn’t you know it…he just has to be gay.” Connor nearly laughed, and digested that little tidbit, though it really didn’t tell him much. Well…other then that Micah could very well be interested in getting into his pants.

Without another word Cindy slid off of her stool and disappeared into the back once more. Connor flicked his eyes over to the clock on the wall, wondering how much time he had.

8:25

Still plenty of time, hell…Ross was probably still in bed. Boy after his own heart…mornings were overrated.

Finishing off the last few bites on his place Connor was poised to leave when Cindy came back out with a carton of orange just and a sugar cookie. Before Connor could even ask she said.

“If you don’t drink it. I just gotta throw it away.”
With a shrug Connor picked up the container, which was more then half full, and finished it off in about four big gulps. Wiping his mouth off with a napkin, he was in front of a lady after all, Connor picked up the cookie, and looked at Cindy curiously.

“For the road Ranger.” She said with a wink, giving him a flash of her pearly whites. Not as good of a smile as Micah’s, but he couldn’t help but notice she had also unbuttoned her top a bit, revealing a rather firm, rounded shot of her cleavage.

Nice way to start the day indeed.

“You oughta stop back in sometime.” Cindy purred, pushing her chest forward.

Connor let his gaze linger for a few moments, she obviously wanted him to look, and smiled his best.

“Maybe Ah will.” He said, and with a wave…he was off.

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Micah smiled as he laid his cell phone down on the nightstand. By all rights he should have been asleep, it was well past sunrise after all, but he couldn’t quite seem to come down.

Cindy had been a good little thrall, following his instructions down to the letter. She hadn’t been expecting him to pick up, but he had wanted to hear her little report personally. Not that he needed a report but…that was a thrall, so desperate for their kiss they would do anything to win favor.

Connor was a bit weak an confused, but hadn’t run screaming for the hills or stormed the building with a shotgun. He did have to admit he was a tad impressed with her powers of observation, perhaps it came with the trade…

Hmm…weak was to be expected, Micah had…well….he had drunk much more then he had needed, much more then he had intended. He simply hadn’t been able to stop himself…once Connor’s sweet blood had begun to fill his mouth….it was all he could do not to tear Connor’s neck apart like some sort of animal.
He had not felt that urge in a long time, the urge to plunge his teeth deeper and deeper into flesh, just have as much as he could, just to have more of himself inside.

Micah’s eyes fluttered, rolling up into his head as he writhed on the bed, his naked skin gliding smoothly along the silk sheets. He could still feel it, the hot, pulsing rush of Connor’s blood inside of him. It was the reason he was still awake, the reason the sun push had not forced him under.

“Strong…so….strong.” Micah gasped. HE almost felt as if he was still feeding, which was….strange indeed.

The feeling should have wore off long before now, yet…it had not.

It had started in his stomach of course, then it would slowly seep into his veins, making its way to his heart. The younger ones couldn’t quite follow it, all they could really catch was the overall effect.

But at his age….Micah could feel it all, every single hot, sweet inch as Connor’s blood coursed through him.

First through his chest, into his shoulders and down his arms. Then into his hands, flowing into each finger. It would feel soooo good, especially when he was cold. From there it went back up into his chest once more, and head down his torso for his legs.

If he had any aches, pains, or cramps…they would simply melt away as the blood reached their area. That was one of his favorite parts, feeling whatever damage he may have picked up melt away as if it were butter, replaced with a kind of euphoria.

He always became a little hard as the blood pooled in his groin, but with Connor’s blood, he had found himself with a full blown erection.

A rather cute one at that if he did say so himself.

He was still giggling about all of that, in a way Connor was molesting him without even being there.

Still….he was curious as to why he was still feeling the effects so strongly. At first he had simply thought it was due to the sheer amount he had taken, but that didn’t quite ring true.

It was of course, impossible for him to drain a full grown human dry in a single sitting, unless he was starving of course…or messy as hell, his stomach could only hold so much after all.

He dismissed the thought with a brush of his hand, only for another to take its place.

Not everyone could become one of them. Some wouldn’t survive the change at all. Some did not have the strength to carry on after they did change. Eternity was harsh, mortals did not understand that one bit.

It took a certain physical, mental, and spiritual strength to face such a thing, to become one of them.

For one thing….it was easy for a human to say. “I’ll love you forever, or, our friendship will last forever.” If only because of the simple fact that they did not have to do it.

But Micah understood all too well the weight of time, he had seen the very best of friends become the worst of enemies, perhaps only regaining their love for one another in their final moments, or not at all.

They felt things so much deeper then the mortals they walked the earth with. Sadness and depression for a human was nothing compared to what one of them could go through. They could be dragged under by heartbreak, literally burying themselves deep into the earth, perhaps never to rise again.

And loss…..

Oh how they knew loss.

Losing someone you grew up with was hard, but losing someone you had known, been close with, for hundreds of years….agonizing.

Love….

Oh yes….he understood love.

From the moment Connor’s blood began to rush past his lips, the moment it had begun to flow through his veins, he began to love the man. It was so hard not to love the people you fed upon. Their blood warmed you, took away the pain of the hunger, made you strong, made you live.

How could you not become love them? At least a little?

Tearing himself away from his romantic thoughts Micah focused back on the question at hand.

It took a special kind of person to thrive as one of them…..and a special kind of person had a special kind of taste. A blood that bubbled and ranged inside of you. Just as Connor’s was now doing inside of Micah.

Or so Micah had always heard, and been told by his sire. If asked he would have always said that it was true, but he had never really known.

Until now.

Connor could become one of them, his childe, Micah was sure about that.

But was it a life that the man would want for himself? That was the question….and was Micah ready and willing to become his sire?

Well…those were things he was not quite so certain of.

Though…admittedly…..as embarrassed as it made him, he had already began the process.

The books and the movies were nothing short of a joke. The transformation began before a mortal was ever drank dry. Of course in the ridiculous media and legends in general, they also had their childe-to-be drink from their own veins to complete the process, usually after they themselves had drank them dry.

Which had always made Micah laugh, so stupid…

The blood inside them did not instantly become instilled with their potency until at least twenty four hours had past. Until then it was very much the same blood as it had been inside of the mortal whom had received their kiss.

As a matter of fat, if he were given a blood test right now, he would register as one Connor Murdoch. Be an interesting prank to be sure.

Still….he was unsure whether or not the young man would even call upon him again, much less knowing of Connor would be right for what Micah had accidentally started.

But the time for such contemplations was drawing to a close, for at last sleep began to tug at Micah, the sun finally pulling ahead in its fight to push him under.

He did hope Connor would contact him, he found himself wanting to hear the young man’s voice again, to see his face. Regardless of what he had done Micah did sympathize with Connor’s plight, and truly did wish to help him.

What good was his long life and all the gifts it had bestowed upon him if he did not put it to some use anyway?

It was a waiting game now, he had put the offer out there. It was up to Connor to make the next move.