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My veins pulsed with the music, the thirst burning harshly in my throat, throughout my body. It called to me, begging me to take my prey, to soothe this horrible sensation before it destroyed me. But another desire had taken hold, one that I thought for sure had left me after Louis had abandoned me.

Like a ghost, I glide through the crowd, the sweat soaked bodies moving as one with the sounds of new age pop, their eyes glazed over, glassy with the sin of their choice, whether it alcohol or worse. The air itself, heavy with angst, mingling smells of brandy and blood, perfumes as suffocating to the senses as straight gasoline hung in the air, almost shimmering. The mortals...They were all so beautiful. One boy in particular had caught my attention, with eyes as blue as sapphire, hair as dark as the midnight sky. His skin was paler, adorned with blackened ink, forming intricate designs from his left wrist to his shoulder. The boy was barely standing, swaying with his eyes half lidded, arms in the air. Unable to control myself, I moved toward him, my eyes locked on him. As I approach, he spots me, a welcoming smile spreads his lips as his arms slide around my waist. My own hand trailing up his back, I tangle my thin fingers in his hair, a wild lust in my eyes as I pull him against me.

"Justin." He whispers into my ear, his eyes meeting mine with an expression similar to my own.

"Justin." I whisper back, my voice gruff. Before the boy can ask me mine, I crush my lips to his, unwilling to give him the name of his dark angel, of his death. I did not want him to curse it, to defile it with his depart from this world. Justin returned the kiss passionately, with more force than I thought possible.

Before I knew it, I was shoved against the cold, slimy tile of the bathroom wall, the smell of vomit and feces invading my senses, pulling me back to the surface of my mind. Justin knelt before me, his hands fumbling at the button of my jeans, fighting to release my need. Momentarily, I thought to stop him, but found myself unable to as his slender digits began working over my length, the heat of his mouth on me. I'm lost in utter euphoria, my eyes fall shut as my head drops back against the wall, quiet moans escaping my lips. As the pleasure of my release slowly begins to fade, I can feel his lips at mine once more through the halcyon haze, can taste myself on his tongue. It somehow excites me, driving me wild. Turning, I reverse us, pushing him back. I feel his hand on mine, pulling it down below his waist to his already naked desire. Still locked in a kiss, his fingers wrap around mine, forcing me to do his bidding. I don't refuse him.

The pleasure radiating from him, mixed with my own, is too much to bare. Breaking the kiss, the tip of my tongue runs from his jaw to throat, where I tenderly kiss the thin skin before biting in, his yelp of pleasure only intensifying my feeling, sending a shiver down my spine as I draw more, feeling his warmth spread across my cool palm. All too soon, he falls limp in my arms, gone from the world. Laying him down gently in the corner of the stall, I pull up my jeans, then his, feeling a slight sense of regret as I turn to leave, glancing back at him once more, a soft whisper leaving my lips.

"Lestat."