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Date Posted: 04:25:18 05/16/16 Mon
Author: Comicality
Subject: (Part One)
In reply to: Comicality 's message, "(S) "GFD: Crossroads 5"" on 04:22:18 05/16/16 Mon

"Gone From Daylight" Presents:

"Crossroads 5"

The boys each took turns going into the small motel bathroom. Making sure that their once innocent faces were cleansed and set back in order. That all excessive traces of blood and gore had been wiped clean from their ruby lips and their clothes held only minor traces of the dirty deed that had just taken place.

Bryce took an especially long time, hoping to scrub the vile collection of stains from his face. Praying that the tangy and bitter taste of salty blood would eventually be washed from his tongue. He was slightly disgusted by his own reflection. He was just reaching the point where he was finally getting used to hunting for donors on his own in the big city...but there was something unnaturally brutal about pack hunting. Something specifically savage that turned the whole act into more of a nightmare than usual. And yet, his guilt was nearly drowned out by the exhilarating flow of adrenaline packed blood surging through his veins. He hadn't realized how very hungry he was until his system began gobbling up the life liquids of the man lying dead on the floor just on the other side of that bathroom door. Bryce was practically 'glowing' with nourishment. His breaths were deeper, his eyes glowing an even brighter shade of spearmint green. It felt so good inside. Sooooo very good. It was a dark side of himself that he didn't want to acknowledge...but a side that was now...shamelessly satisfied.

Bryce came back into the room, astonished at what a horrific mess they had made of the place in such a short amount of time. Ferris was already distancing himself from Simi once again, sticking close to Elijah while keeping eighty five percent of his back turned to the young boy at all times. Jayzon was fixing his hair and Angelo was practically giving himself an orgasm by model posing in front of the mirror, getting his stunning good looks back to perfection.

"Man, check it out..." Vincent said with a sarcastic laugh. He pointed to one of the fresh corpses in the room who was sporting a rather stiff erection at the moment, even post-mortem. "...I think the old perv actually got off on being eaten alive. Can you believe that?"

Elijah looked over at Angelo with a raised eyebrow. "Angelo? Was that you?"

"Guiltyyyyy! Hehehe!" He smiled. "Hey, like I said, I thought he was kinda cute. I figured I might as well give him a proper send off, you know? A few rubs and a couple of heightened fantasies to lull him to sleep."

"Why can't you just feed like normal people, fruitcake?" Vincent grunted.

"Don't hate me because I'm the flavor of the month. If you put down the macho act long enough to sample my wares yourself, I might be able to change your mind on the whole 'gay' thing."

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

"What can I say, Vince...you look like a mouthful. And I find that VERY tempting." Angelo replied, finally peeling himself away from the mirror. "Besides, if I convert you to homosexuality, I win a free toaster."

"What, no bananas and broomsticks? What kind of gay club do YOU belong to?"

"The kind that would line up for a long sensuous suck on whatever it is you're hiding in those pants of yours, sweetheart. Or um...is there a reason you hide your dipstick so well?" Vincent frowned up and gave Angelo the finger. "Awwww, don't worry baby. We can't ALL be batting a thousand down there. Bulges can be deceiving."

Jayzon gave Vincent a smirk. "Actually, you know...the average size for an adult penis is between 5.5 and 6.3 inches long. So if you're that size or bigger, you have nothing to be ashamed of." He began to giggle a bit, but Vincent made a quick movement with the rise of his fist, causing Jayzon to flinch.

"Just make sure you little butt sniffers have all your shit together so we can blow this joint. Don't leave ANYTHING behind!" Vincent said.

Angelo whined, "It's a waste of a hotel room, don't you think?"


"Whatever. I mean...they've already paid for it, right? Why not clean off a bed, watch some TV...enjoy the good life for a while?"

Ferris asked, "You call thisthe 'good' life, Angelo?"

"Better than some old wood cabin campground, sure."

That got Elijah's attention, and he turned his scarred face in Angelo's direction to give him a stern look. "That old wooden campground is our home. Or have you forgotten that?"

Angelo instantly lost his smile, and backed down with any further comments. "Sorry, Elijah."

Elijah looked over at Ferris, who had slightly opened the motel room door to listen to the level of silence outside. Just in case. "Anything but of order out there, Ferris?"

"Nope. Quiet as a tomb." Ferris gently flipped his emo fringe out of his eyes and added, "I figure the guy staying a couple of doors down didn't hear a thing. Lucky for him. I'm guessing we're in the clear for now."

"Then I suggest we make ourselves a memory before this mess comes under the spotlight of any unwanted attention." Elijah stated, then looking Bryce deeply in his eyes as he smoothed out the front of his shirt. More of an after effect of being covered in blood than an act of vanity...but Elijah found it to be extremely cute either way. "No need to change a thing, Bryce. You couldn't be more beautiful." Bryce bashfully shrugged away from him, and attempted to hide his expression behind the locks of his long blond hair. He latched on to Fletcher to head towards the door, putting some distance between them and the others. Elijah knew that tonight wouldn't be the night. A forward pass at this young angel so soon might cause more friction than arousal at this point. But he'll find his opportunity soon. Bryce will learn. He will grow to love and respect Elijah as the others do. In due time...all the love in Bryce's tender heart will present itself in its full radiance and shower Elijah with all the affection that he had been hoping for. It is inevitable. As far as Elijah was concerned...the dominant provider of the group ALWAYS gets what he wants. No questions asked.

He's keeping young Bryce alive, giving him nourishment, giving him shelter. He owes him more than his divine presence. Elijah can't wait to collect.

Until then, he knows that Ferris will at least be charged up from tonight's feeding, and will gladly service him as he works through his feelings for young Simi. Elijah knows how to take advantage of a guilt-free experience when Ferris is too stubborn to admit that Simi is the one he really wants. Ferris has pleasured them both on occasion, and he's received the ultimate pleasure in return. Simi, reluctant but horny, ha done the same. One could say that they both express the intense passion that they feel for each other through their interactions through Elijah. The same way Elijah gets a release from his feelings for Bryce whenever they come knocking. And that will have to suffice until he gets what he wants from Bryce himself. Love...unhindered. Unrestricted. Given freely and without condition.

It's just a matter of waiting for the day to come. Elijah gets impatient sometimes...but the wait will have been worth it if only he could kiss those lips and feel the power of Bryce's teen sensuality returned to him with the same potency. Elijah was sure that he'd walk on air the day that happened.

"C'mon. Let's move out." He said, and no one questioned him. The bodies and carnage left behind...that was a problem for the police to handle now. Just so long as Jayzon remembered to do his job and he marked the motel off of Route 33 on their local map of places to hunt when they got back to camp. Just to make sure that they didn't strike anywhere near there again for the next three months or so. These acts had to be carried out a certain distance from one another. In different precincts where the cops didn't talk to one another in order to find a pattern. The last thing they needed was a criminal investigation pinning down their location.

The group of boys made their way back up the hill. Bryce and Fletcher were bringing up the rear, still shaking a bit from what they had done. They continued to look back at the dead silent motel room...a few streaks of blood splashed on the curtains. Hardly enough to notice from a distance...unless you knew to look for them.

They knew to look for them.

Jayzon slowed down a bit as they reached the hill's peak, and took notice of their discomfort. "What's with you?" He asked Bryce.

"Nothing." He answered, but the others turned around, noticing the regret in the stressful tone of his voice. "Really. It's nothing. It's just..." He turned to Angelo and Ferris, "When you picked them out...I mean...were those guys back there really...bad guys?" He asked. "I didn't sense any real malicious intent in them at all."

Angelo smirked at him. "Who said anything about them being bad guys? Hehehe, I was just hungry. They disappear, and I get to stay young and beautiful and immortal for another 30 days. Who cares? What's the difference?"

"Yeah, lighten up, kid." Vincent added. "Don't act like you don't feel a lot better than you did before we went in there."

Simi teased him with, "Yeah! Besides, we happen to LIKE feeding before we get all craaaaaazzzzy and out of control like your boy, Fletcher, over there! Hehehe!"

Fletcher immediately lowered his head in shame while some of the others giggled at the joke. Bryce put a hand on Fletcher's shoulder, but it did little to comfort him.

Fletcher and Bryce had become inseparable over the past few years, but Fletcher was always a bit squeamish about hunting. Always waiting until he was nearly insane with the thirst before going out to find a donor of his own. Forcing himself to 'fast' until the very last minute, each and every time. But it was an unexpected bloodlust that forced Fletcher to leave the city for good and carry his companion, Bryce, with him. Feeding on another vampire, especially one that worked as a private messenger for the Elders, was a serious offense. Had they remained in the city and had been recognized by one of the higher ups...deadly assassins would have been deployed to hunt them both down and make short work of them, accident or not.

Fletcher's mistake was one that could not be taken back. Not ever again. And they would remain on the run forever if they remained in the Elder's jurisdiction. Coming out to the mountains and scurrying through the woods was their only option. And even that came with a certain level of risk of exposure. Fletcher couldn't help himself...he was too far gone when it happened. Lost in the thirst. He was permanently scarred with the guilt of his rash actions for the rest of eternity. Hoping that time, indeed, would heal all wounds.

"Give the pipsqueak a break." Vincent grinned. "Don't let 'em push your buttons, curly. They're just jealous." Then he patted Fletcher on the shoulder and asked him, "So what does a vampire dignitary taste like, anyway? I'm sure he gets the finest selection of rich blood to fill his veins. Hehehe, must have been like fine wine, drinking like the Elders do."

"Back off, ok?" Bryce spoke up, but with a weak voice. Knowing that he'd hardly be able to do much more than bleed if Vincent were to really take a swing at him. Luckily, he kept himself in good spirits.

"Chill out, kid. I'm just giving his little premature balls a friendly thwak. It's nothing for him to get all sensitive about." Vincent said, and tussled Fletcher's light brown curls a bit with his hand before moving on. "I don't know about you guys, but I feel like finding me a nice 'townie' girl and screwing her silly. Who's with me?" The rest of the group groaned, and Vincent blew them off. "What is this world coming to when the straight guy is in the minority vote in the room? Alright, fuck it...you guys go right, I'll go left. See you sissies at dawn."

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  • (Part Two) -- Comicality, 04:26:29 05/16/16 Mon
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