Stereo Blast Volume 1 [MxM]

Chapter 7.5

His breath caught in his throat. His hands were frantic to bring Ryan closer to him until Ryan's nose was tucked under his chin and pressed against his throat. He didn't care about how close they were, didn't care how this was the one thing he didn't want to be doing right now—thinking about how warm Ryan's body was and how his breath fanning his neck was not what he needed—but his thoughts were a jumble as he tried to stay calm and not freak the f**k out.

It wasn't working. He eyed the vampire. The vampire kept walking towards them without much of a care. Taylor couldn't see much from where he was, couldn't make out the details of the vampire's clothes or what he looked like. He couldn't see anything except the bright blue eyes cutting through the dark like a sharp blade.

Taylor stared wide up at the vampire. He could feel Ryan’s warmth breath on his neck, the way his chest fell with each inhale, and the slight tremor in his sleeping form. The vampire edged closer to him. He hid in the shadows, but the lights of the city were right in front of him. If he took one more step, Taylor would be able to see his face. He wanted that for some reason. He wanted to see the face of the vampire who’d killed those people. He wanted to put a face to those bright blue eyes. The curiosity was sickening. He’d never felt this way, never felt like he needed to see something so much that if he didn’t know it would kill him.

The blood dripped down from the vampire’s hands. All over his body, up from his shoes, his pants, and his shirt. Everywhere Taylor’s eyes looked, he saw the blood.

He couldn’t speak. His lips were glued shut for the fear that if he opened them he would only scream. That’s all he could hear now. The screams of all those people as they slaughtered each other and then turned on the vampire like that had been their plan all along. The party had been forgotten. The drinks, drugs, and everything they’d come here for tonight had seemed to disappear along with their humanity. In the blink of an eye, Taylor saw what this city could become. He didn’t know how it started, but he knew it had ended with the vampire.

And now the vampire was looking him.

Then he took a step and as the light shined down on his features, Taylor saw the vampire for the first time.

He took a sharp breath. He didn't know what to do if he should say something—though he knew sure as hell that he would only be able to make out a few slight sounds. The shock was still there as the vampire came much closer and knelt down before them. Taylor scooted back as much as he could, his back pressed against the cold brick building and his body shrinking down around Ryan. He wanted so badly to put himself in front of Ryan, but he was frozen in his form. His arms were like iron bars that locked around Ryan and didn't want to move an inch. He was burning from the inside out with fear and anger. Pure adrenaline was coursing through his face, but he couldn't act on it because his outside body was frozen like a worthless husk.

The vampire, the man, was good looking. Taylor hated how the man's features made his heart skip a beat. Sweat beaded at his forehead and the inside of his palms were sticky with heat. His eyes roamed over the man's face, taking in the sharpness of his jaw, the light stubble and the smoothness of his skin. He didn't have scars like Taylor and Ryan. It was obvious he didn't work in the environment they did. He didn't live here in Kitro where death was always around the corner.

And it was here, Taylor thought. Death had made its visit this very day in the form of this vampire.

Taylor gulped down the words forming on the tip of his tongue. He didn't know what they were. Maybe they weren't words and it was just a scream that had pushed up from his lungs that he just needed to let out. But it was gone, ripped from his body when the vampire held out his hand.

"I'm not going to kill you," he said. His voice was silky to the point that it hypnotized. Taylor looked down at the man's lips. They were thick, not dry or cracked. This vampire was dripping in s*x. At let, that’s what it felt like.

There was something in the way he moved, in the way his eyes shined brilliantly with their own source of light, and the way he held himself. He was sure of himself in a way that Taylor was sure of his fighting skills. But Taylor knew where to draw the line. He knew where he weaknesses lied and when he should back down.

This man had no weakness. He was a god among humans and had no fears about whether he would fail against anyone. There was nothing that could defeat him and if he wanted, he could kill Taylor and Ryan right now with just the flick of his wrist. It all showed on his face, though he didn’t smile or smirk. His eyes were telling it all by the way they flickered over Taylor. He didn’t know what the feeling was, the one that went through Taylor like a shock to his core.

“Tell me what you saw.”

Taylor shook his head. “I—I don’t...”

He didn’t know what the f**k he was talking about. What he saw? He saw this vampire kill all those people.

The vampire kept calm, waiting as Taylor tried to find the words to express his thoughts.

“Before me,” he said, his voice slow and soft. “What did you see before they turned?”

He didn't know what he saw before the chaos broke out, he couldn't think about anything except the curve of the vampire's lips and the blue light falling across his beautiful sculpted cheeks. Taylor blinked, flabbergasted at how his thoughts were being tangled by the mere image of such perfection. It hit him then, like a knife being plunged into his gut.