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Fairytales always start out "once upon a time." Fairytales always have a moral to the story. I guess you could say that this story is a fairytale. Though not of the sort you read to your children at night, tucked safe and snuggly in your beds. This is more the sort of fairytale that gets you an appointment with the school counciler. But really, those are always the more interesting ones.

Once upon a time, not too long ago there lived a boy. Not a child yet not quite a man. He was a teenager. He wasn't popular among his peers but he wasn't hated either. He was ignored. His family wasn't like the Jones' but at least he had a family even if it was as broken as the china vase he knocked over as a clumsy five-year-old. Yet for all these dull or clichéd things in his life he did have something he enjoyed. His boyfriend, Johnny.

"Erik!" Johnny would snap, in his deep commanding voice. Johnny's voice when he used that tone was enough to send a shiver skating down his spine. Enough to start a small fire burning in his lower stomach. And what do you think Erik said when Johnny used that delicious voice to give him an order? Be it demeaning, degrading, dangerous or downright illegal?

Steal an iPod? Sure. Entertain Johnny's friends? Why not? Forge signatures. Of course! Hack into the school computer to change grades. In a heartbeat. Even join Johnny's silly little Vampire cult that he was so proud of. More proud even than he was of his little love slave. His dog. His Erik.

Personally, Erik thought the whole little cult thing was stupid. There were no such things as Vampires yet there he was, panting and moaning as the other little cultists took turns drinking from him. Johnny would never allow Erik to be a 'Vampire.' No if Erik were a Vampire that would make him seem equal. No. If Johnny were a Vampire, top of the food chain, Erik had to remain one step below him. Always a victim. Certainly not a new role. That way Johnny could still rule over Erik even in the stupid cult of blood, carnal desire, drugs and alcohol.

"Juh-Johnny….Johnny! Make him stop!" Erik begged, gripping the trench coat of a large man drinking deeply from his collar bone "Johnny, I can't see!" he whimpered, eyesight going white.

"Alright! Alright!" Johnny laughed, cruelly; he was quite drunk but not so much that he would ignore Erik's yelps of fear. He pulled the large man off of him and haphazardly threw his arm around Erik's shoulders, flopping down onto the ground, pulling Erik down with him, in front of the hasty fire they had made at the beginning of the night. Erik sighed, sadly, wishing the night were over. He already wanted to go home, and he didn't even know that it was going to get worse.

~

"Scarbine," a measured voice said, keeping his tone ever so carefully even. "I'm not sure if you're aware but I thought I'd inform you that stalking me is dramatically decreasing your lifespan. To a matter of minutes, I'm thinking. Though maybe I'd like to spend a few days torturing you...."

"Aww….You're so cute when you're angry. I'd love to see to try, Chaos honey~!"

"Do I even have to advise you not to call me that?"

"Oh, calm down, skinny. I smell something interesting…"

"Sharp and bitter. Not the sort of taste I go for. Although there is a hint of sweetness. The heavy sticky kind that clings to the back of your tongue..."

~

Erik blinked in confusion, looking around to see who had been arguing but he saw no one and as far as he could tell, he was the only one whom had heard the argument in the first place. 'Great…Now I'm hallucinating due to blood loss…That's fun…' Erik thought bitterly. It was quite suddenly that two shadows detached themselves from a group of others and coalesced into two men. Both stood straight and moved with eeiry grace but other than that were near polar opposites. The first was tall as well as muscular, long blonde hair gathered into a tail and draped over one shoulder, his sauntering gait was far too casual not to be affected. The second was shorter and slender, his messy black curls shot through with crimson, he moved with the perfection of military precision. Perhaps it was that mannerism that gave him such an air of power and danger. Though perhaps they did share one more thing in common. Both were beautiful, intimidating, and acted as though they owned everything they laid their eyes upon.


"Aw, Chaos honey, look at this." The taller male gushed, grinning behind a black medical mask he wore. At least, Erik rather thought he was grinning with the way his eyes sort of squinted. The other male wasn't as happy. He sneered and said:

"Pathetic. Thinking that eye make-up and blood-drinking can make them anything more than the lowly humans they are." He brushed the tips of his bangs away from his rather stunning blue eyes. Now that he noticed it though, Erik saw that both men had one last thing in common. The same almost glowing blue eyes.

"Hey, you bastards better watch yourselves! We're Vampire!" Johnny piped up, drunkenly, as he tried to stand, using Erik as a prop. He managed to get to his feet and gripped Erik's hair tightly to keep him there. Erik yelped in pain, clutching Johnny's wrist.

"Johnny! That hurts!" Erik whimpered. He liked getting ordered around but he was pretty sure that didn't make him a masochist. Johnny let him go and Erik dropped hard to his knees. Johnny lashed out drunkenly, barely clipping him with a steel-toed boot but Erik curled up around his stomach defensively, hoping that if Johnny thought he'd really hurt him he'd let up.

"They think they're Vampires, Scarbine. Isn't that funny?" Chaos asked, the first coy thing he'd said, his head cocking to the side as though in curiosity though Erik could see from his expression that the dark-haired man already knew the answer.

"It's something that will soon become ironic. Once it makes it to the evening news." Erik swore he only blinked a moment but the bood loss must have affected him more than he thought. The next thing he was aware of was opening his eyes and blearily realizing that the dark-haired man was cradling him to his chest.

"I want to keep this one." He said in a child-like fashion, seeking approval from the other man now though he'd seemed so cool and collected before. "He'll make a good puppy. He already knows how to obey."

"Whatever." The other voice responded, sounding quite drunk.

"You can't-" Erik tried to protest but then the blonde was lifting him up, cradling him in his arms. Now that his face wasn't buried in the other man's shoulder he could survey the carnage. A couple of the murders looked neat, necks slashed with one of the cultist's own straight-blade razor. The others were messy and gore spattered everything, including himself and the two men.

"What-? Please I-" He could feel tears in his eyes. Johnny was a jerk, sure. But he paid attention to him. He liked him.

"Shh, little Erik-puppy." Chaos sing-songed, wandering back over to him. he smiled and what Erik thought was supposed to be reassurance but the red eyes and blodied fangs marked him as something other than humans.

"You-you're Vampires?"

"Yeah, baby." The blonde said. "Real ones. And you belong to us now. Chaos thinks you'll make a nice pet."