[C][M] A Twisted Fate

With an exasperated sigh he exited out the now blacked out library.

He fumbled with his keys for a moment as he blindly pulled them out of his pocket, bringing them closer to his face to find the one needed to lock the front door.

Upon finding it he quickly locked up, throwing his bag over his shoulder and heading back toward the car, despite the run of warm weather they had been having it was a rather cool evening and he wasted no time crossing the deserted parking lot.

He hated the night shift, there was no point to it, it was rare that anyone even came in after sun down.

At the very least he had time to himself, time he spent writing one of his many never to be finished novels.

His fingers raked through his dark hair before moving to fix his glasses which had been knocked crooked upon his nose.

Russia.

Everyone here was in such poor taste.

He had hoped coming to the largest country in the world would have someone that actually tasted good around. Apparently that was too much to ask for. He'd been here for months already and he hadn't found anyone.

The man puffed out his cheeks as he strolled down the dark road.

He paused in his step as he passed a large parking lot. He could smell something good.

A wide grin pulled at Cyneric's pale lips.

Now, this was what he had been searching for for the past few months.

The Vampire moved, perching atop the lone car in the lot, one leg crossed over the other. The delicious-smelling person had to own this car, right?

Cy didn't bother trying to hide himself. His jean-clad legs swung, heels of his converse thudding against the car door with each swing. A thin white shirt clung to his muscular frame and an innocent smile brightened his youthful face.

Rayner let out a groan as his car came into view, the man sitting atop of it illuminated by the moon.

This was just what he needed, punks hanging around after dark trying to cause trouble.

"Neuzheli u vas net nikakogo uvazheniya k sobstvennosti lyudey? Ubiraysya ot moyego avtomobilya."

He called over as his pace became faster, he didn't want to give the youth time to put more dents into the side of it.
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Don't you have any respect for people's property? Get the hell off my car.

Cy's grin widened.

This was the man. The one that smelled really good.

His human for the night. He was going to have a feast tonight with this human boy. He could already feel his fangs extending with excitement.

This would be fun.

Cyneric disappeared in a rush of air, pressing against the human's back. He was shorter than him, he realised giddily. He leaned down to press his nose to the human's neck, inhaling his scent slowly.

His mouth began to water.

"Neuzheli u vas net nikakogo uvazheniya k lyudyam , kotoryye mogli by otorvat' ot vashego gorla dovol'no sheye?"

One hand rested on the man's shoulder while the other stroked over his stomach and chest.

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Don't you have any respect for people that could tear your throat from your pretty neck?

Rayner blinked in disbelief as the boy disappeared from his car.

Had...had he been imagining that? Was his mind playing tricks on his due to his levels of fatigue.

His breath hitched in his throat as he felt a body press up against his own, the sound of the boy inhaling deeply made a shudder run down his spine.

His eyes dropped to the hand stroking over his torso, this kid had to be on drugs or something.

"Otstan' ot menya!"

Rayner wasn't a man who usually swore a lot, but this guy was freaking him out.

He pulled away, jerking free of his hold as he stumbled back toward his car, keeping his eye on him as he grabbed blindly for the door handle as he pressed the button on his remote to unlock it.
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Get the fuck away from me.

Cy giggled when Rayner jerked away from him, following him with a bounce in his step.

Once again he pressed up against the man, pushing him firmly against the car.

He leaned down to nip at his throat.

"You smell so good," he crooned in his mother tongue, nuzzling into the human's throat. He smelt divine.

Just the smell and the thought of drinking from this man was turning him on.

His tongue caressed the man's throat.

He grunted as his body was pinned against this kid and his own car, his eyes darting around, but of course there was no one else in this area at this time of night.

"Are you high or something, kid?"

Rayner replied in a growl, he spoke English well, a benefit of spending all day in a library frequented by international students from around the world.

His hands moved to grip his hips, fingers digging in as he tried to push him away.

He spoke English! That made things easier. Russian was such a foul language. He didn't like speaking it much.

"Why do such a useless thing?"

He hated the feeling of getting high. It was like a thick bubble stopping him from thinking clearly. He'd lived in a hazy bubble like that for years when he was younger. It was a craze that swept through England. Anyone who was anyone did it. Now he preferred not to.

A grin curled his lips as the human gripped his hips hard.

"Like it rough, do you?" he purred, pressing his hips harder to the man's.

Even without the accent this boy spoke far differently to most of the youth that stalked these street causing trouble for people.

At this point he would be getting sworn at from every which way, no doubt any of the other would have tried to rob him by now.

Rayner grunted in discomfort as his hips were pressed up against harder, this wasn't what he had in mind.

"What do you want? Money? Just take my wallet, I don't care."

He muttered, he didn't want to have to hurt the kid, or risk getting injured himself, it just wasn't worth material goods.

"I have no use for paper or coin."

He had all the money he needed. Petty stealing was far below Cy. He wouldn't waste his time with it.

He inhaled slowly again, taking in the man's scent.

"So good."

His fangs scraped over the human's throat. He was so excited to finally sink his teeth into such delicious smelling flesh.

His tongue lapped over the man's throat again. Not here.

The neck was far too overused. It was in poor taste.

Cy dropped to his knees, jamming his forearm against the man's stomach to keep him pinned as his other hand unzipped his pants and dragged them down. Cy much preferred people's thighs to their throats.

Another shudder is distaste ran through him as the boy sniffed as his skin, he had denied it but he still strongly thought that he was on drugs, he had to be to be acting like this.

As he felt teeth graze against his neck he recoiled, the fear within him rising, his heart beat picking up considerably.

He had tried to reason with him to no avail.

"What the fuck!"

He cried out as his pants were pulled down, grunting as the arm dug into his stomach sharply.

There was no way in hell he was going to stand idly by while some twinked out kid sexually assaulted him.

He gripped the boy's hair and tried to yank his hear away from him as he began to jerk around violently, his feet pressing against the boy's chest and stomach, trying to push him back.

Cy gave a soft tut when the man started to struggle.

"You people these days just don't know when to sit still, do you?"

He curled one hand around one of the human's thighs and fisted the other in his shirt, dragging him down to the floor. He jerked the man's body violently.

"Stay still," he hissed. His previous almost playfulness had disappeared, leaving a stern man with a dangerous stare behind.

He pressed his hand to the man's stomach again to keep him in place as his attention turned back to the human's thigh. He hadn't even pulled down the man's underwear. Why was he writhing about so much?

He had heard these sorts of stories on the news all too often, he wasn't about to be another victim of violent street crime.

"Like hell I will!"

He hissed angrily as he continued to kick and thrash about, he wouldn't let this go any further.

His hands tried to pry the boy off of him, nails dragging against his skin as he tried to get a strong grip.

He wasn't that much smaller than the kid, less muscular and shorter but he should be able to get some leverage, but he couldn't, how the hell was this kid just moving him about like a rag doll?

Cy sighed softly.

This human was starting to piss him off.

With a huff, the Vampire moved to straddle the human, leaning over until they were face to face.

"Let me feed." If the man didn't smell so good, he would have just left. This was turning out to be a lot of trouble. He was started to get a little annoyed at this human.

Rayner glared up at the boy as he was straddled, obviously he was really enjoying having his pants down his ankles in this cold weather.

His expression changed to one of confusion as he looked up at his capture, his words made little sense.

"Feed?"

He muttered back, his deep emerald eyes looking up at him with a skeptical gaze.

Cy gave an overly dramatic sigh.

"Humans these day know nothing," he complained. How did they know so little about what was out there?

"Stay still."

He pushed himself down the human's body again, keeping his legs pinned firmly.

His tongue laved over the man's thigh a few times before finally piercing the his flesh with his fangs.

A loud moan sounded from the Vampire.

His blood tasted just as good as he had imagined it to be.

A loud hiss sounded from the man as his thigh was bitten into, his heart rate beating faster and harder as fear gripped him.

The boy had bitten him?

Rayner looked down in disbelief, surely this wasn't happening, he had seen more and more news reports about this sort of thing lately, but that was only because zombies were so popular in pop-culture, was this kid some kind of cannibal?

His eyes flicked over to his car hopefully, if he could get inside he could get away from the kid, get to the hospital in case he was carrying HIV or rabies, something to that effect.

He had really wanted to avoid hurting the kid, he had tried his best and it had failed, he had taken measures to ensure his safety in a dodgy neighborhood like this one, he had only hoped never to have to use it.

Rayner reached down carefully to the pocket of his jacket, unzipping the pocket and pulling out his .45, cocking it before firing a round into the back of the boy's thigh, he didn't want to kill him, just immobilize him long enough to escape.

Cyneric froze up when he felt the gunshot.

Well, that was an annoyance.

"Firearms have really come along in recent years, haven't they?" he asked conversationally, turning an almost psychotic grin to the human. "They're almost impressive."

He lunged forwards after a moment, wrestling the gun for the human and tossing it across the lot. His hand then curled around the human's throat, choking him viciously as he pulled his head forwards then knocked it firmly against the ground.

"Behave," he chided softly.

"I'm hungry and now I have a little cut to deal with."

Rayner's heart froze when the boy turned and grinned at him, he could feel bile rising in his throat and the colour drain from his face.

How... how was he still on top of him, how was he not coiled over on the ground screaming out...he had shot him! He could see the wound, it had gone so deep...

A loud gag sounded as hands wrapped around his throat and constricted roughly, his own hands flying to his throat as he tried to pry them off of him.

The man winced, dazed as he gave a strangled cry, he could feel blood seeping from the back of his head, where it had collided with the ground.

His heart couldn't pound any faster, he was absolutely terrified of this boy, he was absolutely psychotic and now he was completely at his mercy.

Cy let go of the human's throat after squeezing his throat tighter for a moment in warning.

"Behave," he repeated again softly as he moved down toe man's body again.

This human was annoying. He had no sense in him. All he did was attempt to agitate Cy. Keeping him from feeding.

He should teach the man some lessons in manners.

Once again the Vampire's fangs pierced the man's thigh, dragging mouthfuls of blood and swallowing eagerly.

He choked again until his neck was released, at which point he slumped against the ground, panting heavily as he gasped for air.

Rayner hissed again as teeth tore into his thigh, the muscles in his legs tensing instinctively.

"Behave? So you can kill me without making a mess, I don't think so."
He croaked, thankful that his throat hadn't been crushed, if he was going down, he was going down kicking and screaming.

The man's strength didn't waver, no matter how much he was roughed up.

His hands bundled into fist, rearing them back as he put his remaining energy into pounding into the boy's skull as hard as he could.

"I'm not sloppy enough to kill people any more," he assured the man.

Killing people was in poor taste. He avoided doing so at all costs. There were other ways of dealing with people than killing them.

Cy grunted when the man's fists beat against his head.

He sighed softly as he one again pulled away from the man's thigh to restrain him.

"You have no manners. It's polite to let a man finish his meal in peace."

With the casual air of doing something as menial as brushing his hair out of his face or scratching his nose, he backhanded the man.

"You're beginning to annoy me."

Rayner gasped as he was struck, the blow left his ears ringing, this guy was absolutely mad.

"It's not polite to ambush someone in an abandoned car park, strip them and then bite them.
Sorry if I'm not being complaint, but I don't particularly feel like being your meal tonight."

He replied, his voice laced with annoyance and anger, all he wanted was to go home to his shitty little apartment, warm up, have his own dinner then go to bed, he didn't need all of this right now.

Cy sighed softly and rolled his eyes.

This human was getting smart and it was annoying him further.

"Your manners are abysmal," he griped, frowning down at the man like a displeased child. "How have you lived so long?"

There were a lot of people that would kill the man if he talked back to them like that.

"How about you say thank you for not doing anything more than feeding from you?" He could have quite easily turned this feeding into something more.

"You think I am going to thank you? You're insane."

He didn't want to know why the boy spoke like he did, how he was so fast and strong, why he had been suckling from his thigh, or how the bullet in his leg wasn't bothering at all.

This was all too crazy.

"How about you just let me go so I can head home."

He muttered, that was all he wanted, he wouldn't even bother going to the police if he were freed now.