Aiden Pays A Visit

Here’s as snippet from my WIP Chicago Circle, in which Aiden pays a visit to Marco’s father–it’s time for payback. Marco came out to him and it didn’t end well. (don’t worry, Marco’s not dead 🙂 )

Here it is. It’s almost full dark now, and I know I’m out of place here. The run-down buildings and houses, the boarded up storefronts remind me of the tenement blocks in old time Chicago, back when I was still human. Young kids with pants around their knees give me the stinkeye, but I don’t really care. What can they do to me, after all? If the police ask questions, they won’t even remember my race, let alone what I look like. There’s Latin rap blasting from inside, and I hope the police aren’t called for the noise. On second thought, that’s not very likely in this neighborhood; I’m sure Mr. Ruiz has a reputation that precedes him.

I bang on the bleached out, peeling door with my fist, but nothing happens.

All right, if that’s the way you want to play it…

I put my hand flat on the door and close my eyes, concentrating, and the door flies open, rattling in its frame and hitting the wall behind it with a booming thud. I walk through, and the door swings back shut on its own as the music suddenly cuts off.

“Who the fuck are you?” some pumped up macho man asks. This must be the vaunted Spider Ruiz.

I give a good look at the scene in front of me; loads of brew bottles with half-drowned cigarettes in the dregs, rolling papers, trays with ground up pot, crack pipes black with carbon.

It also looks like Mr. Ruiz has guests. All the available seats are taken up with punks that resemble their host. That’s all right; I’m not going to be staying long enough to sit. A few of the braver souls stand, hands at their sides like a group of modern day gunslingers.

As if that would do a bit of good.

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Sunlight

I thought it might be appropriate, with the coming eclipse, to show a little of Alasdair’s problem with sunlight from Heart’s Embers–

“No, but sunlight bends and refracts off me in unusual ways. Just—don’t be alarmed,” he said as they pulled up to Jon’s house a short distance from where he was waiting. “Don’t pull away until I make myself noticed.”

Jeffrey nodded his head and watched as Alasdair reached for the door handle, moving into the sunlight as Jon started walking toward the car. He blinked, staring as he watched Alasdair fade into nothing, the door opening on its own.

Alasdair was—gone.

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Carl’s Past

Since my Rainbow snippet of yesterday is a little more involved than usual and has spoilers, I decided to go with a memory from Carl’s past from Talk Of The Town–the last time he saw his parents in Renaissance Florence before he left for England and his eventual rebirth as a vampire.

“Good luck, my son.  Keep safe.”  He smiled.

“I will, father. Take care of Mama.”  He turned and followed the crewman up the gangplank.  It was drawn up from the dock, and the ship started drifting out of port, bound for Britain.  Carlo stood on the deck smelling the salt air mixed with the rising odor of floating fish, hearing the flat sound of the oars slapping the water. He raised his hand to his mother and father, straining to see them until he could no longer, and the early morning mist covered the shore…

 

Carl shook his head to clear his thoughts.  It was hard to admit to himself that he missed his parents after all these centuries. It would have been a matter of weeks until he would have returned home to Firenze if it had not been for that interlude in the library. He touched the ring again, thinking that he could never give it back to his father now.   They had sent people to look for him in Oxford when he did not return, but he had made himself scarce, and they had finally given up, resigned to the fact that he was gone.  They were safer that way.  He was glad that he had not found a wife, even though it was not from lack of trying. He smiled at the thought of all the ladies that had auditioned.

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Discovery

This snippet is from Las Vegas Circle in which Frank, the homophobic, racist sheriff that he is, discovers Thomas and Edgar in their hotel room office–He should probably worry more about their undead status 🙂

“I had my suspicions about you, Thomas, though; I gotta say my problem with you was mainly that you were an Injun, not that you were a faggot queen that would let some back East dandy stick his cock up your ass.”

Edgar stepped forward, furious. His eyes were totally black and rimmed with red; Thomas’s were undoubtedly the same way. Thomas knew nether of them would be able to control themselves for much longer.

“Watch yourself, bastard human,” Edgar growled. “You don’t know who you’re dealing with.”

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Afterbath

This snippet is a continuation from my Rainbow Snippet of yesterday, in which Jeffrey and Bruce are in the bathroom ❤

Jeffrey blinked, shaking his head a little. He took the towel from Bruce.

“Sorry, love, my mind was elsewhere.” He started gently drying Bruce’s hair, then ran his fingers through its curly black softness.

“I know where it was. You were ogling me, weren’t you?” Bruce said, laughing.

“I feel so used.”

Jeffrey smiled.

“Not half as used as you’re going to feel, sweetheart.”

Jeffrey leaned forward, burying his face in Bruce’s hair, closing his eyes.

“I missed you so much, not having you here.”

Bruce felt him, felt Jeffrey trembling, and slid his hands up Jeffrey’s chest, putting his arms around his neck.

“Would you help me get ready for bed?” Bruce whispered to him.

“Then I think we need to help each other.”

Jeffrey kissed him, long, slow and sweet.

“Let’s take care of your legs, my love, then I will finally get to nurse on that beautiful cock of yours until you scream for mercy,” he said, making Bruce chuckle.

“I hope Poppa’s a heavy sleeper,” he said.

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The Bath

This snippet is from Heart’s Embers, in which Jeffrey is helping Bruce with his bath–among other things–

Jeffrey hurried in to put a fresh towel on Bruce’s chair then stood back, watching and smiling as Bruce lifted himself into it and dried his chest and arms. He leaned his head back and closed his eyes while he dried his face and throat, and Jeffrey stared at him, feeling more than a little horny as the towel went down to dry Bruce’s privates, taking ample time to rub that luscious crotch. Right now this was one of the most erotic sights he had ever seen, and his erection was making a tent in his shorts.

“Damn I’m thirsty as hell–,” he whispered.

Bruce smiled, then held the towel out to Jeffrey.

“I need help drying my hair.”

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More Chicago

Following my usual habit, here’s what happens after my Rainbow Snippet of yesterday, after Aiden decides to show Marco what it really means to get close:

“Do you want me to kiss you there?   Do you, Marco?”   He nods, his eyes closed.  I press him to me as I lower my mouth to his chest, piercing the skin.  His eyes squeeze tighter, a small moan moving in his throat as I drink a few quick mouthfuls of him, then pull away sharply.  I close my eyes, trembling.  This is hard, very hard.  Hard to stop.  Even now, I want to grab him and finish the job.  I feel him approach me, trying to put his arms around my waist.  I throw up my hands in a panic, stopping him. I turn to face the wall, eyes squeezed shut, trembling with my own needs.  He backs off.

“It’s all right, sir–Aidan.  Thank you.  I understand now.”

I turn, furious, glaring at him, my eyes black and staring.  My fangs are still stained with his blood.

“You understand?”  I stalk over to him.  “Just what in hell do you understand, Marco?  That I’m a vampire?  That I just marked you?  You don’t understand anything.”  My voice is shaking. I take my handkerchief and wipe my mouth.  The stains won’t fade this time–he’s still alive.  I drop the handkerchief, watching it flutter to the floor, stained with red.  “Do you know how close you were to dying?”

He nods.

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