Hero

Hero
By Kuronue

Sometimes life can become too much for one person to handle alone. Many can find other methods of dealing with reality. Some of those methods can include depression, suicide, drugs, or violence, but what happens when none of these options are available to you? What do you do when you have no way out? Do you bite your cheek and keep going or do you try new ways of dealing with the world? Some people pull through, others self destruct.

Larro Von Evolavish, better known as Lane, pondered this as he sat in a lavish night club sipping a martini. He really didn’t know why he even bothered, such simple drinks were nowhere near powerful enough to give him even a slight buzz. His sapphire blue hair fell in chunky locks down to the middle of his back and his bright green eyes gazed around the crowded room. He wore tight black pants and a blue muscle shirt that hugged him like a second skin. Both men and women stared at him longingly as he continued to sulk at the bar. Bright lights flashed in all different colors as loud music assaulted his sensitive ears. Countless men and women had hit on him tonight, but he wasn’t even close to interested.

“Hey gorgeous,” came a loud voice beside him. He swiveled his handsome face around to glare at a very drunk young boy sitting beside him at the bar. “You look lonely, want some company?” Lane curled his lip back in disgust and scoffed.
“No, especially not from the likes of you.” he retorted. The boy looked very put out as he slid off the stool to try his luck elsewhere. Lane rolled his luminescent eyes and downed the last of his martini. His slightly elongated canines clicked lightly against the glass as he brought it to his lips, making him wince. He set the glass back down and turned around on the stool to watch the scores of young, rich, spoiled teenagers. He was tired of feeding on the lower class trash of the city. Tonight, he would treat himself to something young, tasty, and healthy.
Suddenly, he caught sight of another man watching him from the shadows. He had hair black as night and golden eyes that could put any star to shame. His creamy skin had an ethereal glow in the darkened room the seemed to lure the blue haired man to him. Lane slowly dismounted from his perch and wound his way through the ecstasy flooded dancers towards the man. The black haired stranger continued to watch as he approached, crossing his arms and exposing his sculpted stomach through his unbuttoned shirt. His dark blue jeans and black silk shirt accented his milky skin beautifully, but all the approaching man saw was ugliness. Lane reached him and stood so close that their breaths practically became one. The other man smirked and reached out to cup Lane’s cheek as a glare came over the other’s face.

“Did you find a suitable candidate, precious?” he purred. Lane’s lip curled in disgust and he reached up to slap away the offending hand, but it was grabbed before it could reach its target.
“Don’t call me that, got it?” he growled dangerously. The other man, though, was less than intimidated as he pulled the newly captured limb to him mouth and kissed his wrist right where the central vein was.
“I have the right to call you whatever I please, got it?” he mocked. Lane snarled quietly as he attempted to rip his hand away.
“Viper, I mean it. I’m sick of being your little go-getter boy. I’m not your fledgling anymore dammit.” He was pulled against the hard body and his chin was grabbed by the hand that had been holding his cheek, preventing him from turning his head away as a sickly sweet kiss was placed on his lips.
“You will always be my fledgling, Larro.” Viper whispered with a smirk. Lane yanked his face away and snarled again. Viper emitted a low chuckle and nipped at his wrist again. Lane was seething with hatred and disgust. He hated being bound to this low life, but he hated more that he couldn’t do a thing about it. He wasn’t powerful enough to kill the bastard, and he wasn’t experienced enough to make it on his own yet. He was, for all intensive purposes, trapped. Viper’s smirk widened as he read the defeat written all over his face.
“See? You have no where to go and no means to get there. Until you are powerful enough to defeat me, or someone does it for you, you will be stuck with me. I decide when you leave…or if.” he growled as he gripped the blue haired man’s chin harder, causing him to grimace and hiss in pain. Viper took this chance to force another kiss upon him. He switched them to where Lane was pressed up against the wall and he had him pinned there. His hot tongue invaded the other’s mouth and explored every inch of it while his hand traveled down to grip his firm ass.

Lane whimpered pathetically and pressed his hips back into the hand, his dick taking over all train of thought. Viper lifted him up onto his own hips and smashed him up against the wall again, pinning him about a foot off the ground. Lane gasped and wrapped his strong arms around the black haired man holding him, tilting his head back to breathe. He gasped loudly as his captor attached his mouth to his throat and sucked heartily. Lane froze in fear as his mouth descended on the spot right above his jugular vein and he bit lightly. He gasped and tightened his arms around him in both fear and want.
“Shit…” he whispered as the older man’s teeth sank into his tender shoulder. He let out a shaky breath and pressed against him. Every fiber of his being was screaming at him to just let the man have his way, but a small portion of his mind was screaming at him to get as far away from him as he could. That small part was soon silenced as a hand traveled down to the growing bulge in between his legs. Viper growled possessively as he continued to suck at his sensitive neck. Lane swallowed hard and opened his bright green eyes to look down at his ‘attacker’.
“Viper, remember what happened last time you fed on me?” he whispered out. The other seemed to pause in his assault on his fledgling. He lifted his handsome face to look up at his ward.
“I wasn’t going to feed on you, Lane.” he hissed out. His sunlit eyes glowed fiercely, so fiercely that Lane had to avert his own. Viper curled his lip back, revealing menacing elongated fangs. “But, we shall continue this after we are both fed. Now, go find some suitable prey.”

They didn’t have to wait long, though, for a very drunk young man came stumbling up to the pair as they were having this conversation. He was drenched in sweat and reeked of bourbon, his silk shirt clung to his lithe frame and his dark hair hung in long locks in front of his face to hide his eyes. The two turned to look at him and immediately turned on the charm.
“Hey you two,” he slurred out heavily. “Looks li’ ya migh’ wan’ some comp’ny.” His pearly white teeth flashed as he offered a lazy smile. Viper set Lane back down on his own two feet and reached out to drag the man in. Lane smiled and looked him over appreciatively. The man was well built and his clothes cost at least an arm and a leg. An expensive Rolex watch adorned his wrist along with…a ring made of silver crosses. His blood froze as he realized just what this man was and he opened his out to scream at his companion.
“VIPER!!! HE’S A SLAYER!!!” he shrieked. At that moment, the man’s drunken stupor seemed to vanish to be replaced by a dark smirk. He snapped his head up and grinned triumphantly as he whipped a large pistol from behind his back, aiming it directly at his chest. His molten silver eyes fixed on the black haired man he was about to shoot. Lane watching in horror as he cocked the hammer and squeezed the trigger.
“Hm, gotcha.” BOOM!!!!!!!!!!!!! Lane jumped as he was splashed with bits of his master’s heart and torrents of blackened blood. The club erupted into screams and panic. He was in too much shock and horror to realize that the same gun was now pointed at his own chest. He slowly looked at the man as Viper’s body fell in a heap to the floor. The Slayer no longer had a smirk on his face. His entrancing eyes glared at him through locks of midnight black hair.
“Well? Aren’t you going to beg for your life like the others?” he asked curtly. Lane could only shake his head as he fought to get his voice to work. The man smirked once again down the sight of his gun. “A sucker with honor, that’s new. Where were you created?” he asked curtly. Lane struggled to get his brain to work.
“Uh…uh…I wasn’t…” he managed to get out. The man blinked and lowered his gun slightly. Lane took this as a good sign to keep talking. “I was born a vampire.”
“A True Blood?” he asked in astonishment. Lane nodded and swallowed nervously. He knew his kind was desperately coveted by the Slayers, but he had never been told what to do if confronted by one. The Slayer seemed to do some quick thinking and decided to lower his gun even further. Lane remained frozen to the spot, even when he saw the red and blue lights flash on the walls of the club.
“Well, tonight has been a good night for me.” he remarked. His starry eyes fixed on Lane once again and he gave him a cunning smile. “And it’s your lucky day.” Before Lane could think a single thought, the butt of the gun came sailing down and collided with the side of his head.


“If you promise to take care of him, I’ll let you take him.”
“You have my word, my Lord. The boy will be in the best of care, and your reward will be great.” There was a great sigh that followed from the other man.
“I’m not pleased about any of this. He’s my first born, and his mother’s favorite. I’m not even sure he’s worth what you’re offering us…but sadly, we have no choice.”
“I realized how much he means to you, my Lord, but rest assured that nothing will befall the boy. You have my word.”

‘Well, so much for that bullshit’ Lane thought. He attempted to open his eyes, but there seemed to be a cloth of some sort covering his face.
‘What the Hell? Where am I?’ he thought in a panic. He couldn’t seem to remember anything up to this point. Lane further panicked when he realized his hands were tied behind his back and his feet were bound together. The floor was hard and smooth, so he was able to deduce that he was lying on tile which meant he was in a room.
“Don’t try to struggle, it’s useless.” He instantly recognized the voice as that of the man from the club. He sounded close and turned his head in the direction it came from.

“Where am I?” he asked quietly, timidly.
“That’s for me to know and you to not,” the voice replied coolly. Footsteps approached and the cloth was pulled off of his head. He opened his eyes to see that he was in a small room with no windows and a single door. The walls were solid steel and the door could put most bank vault doors to shame. His green eyes instantly focused on the man crouched beside him. Indeed, it was the same man from the club. Now he wore a black button down shirt with matching dress pants. If Lane were not terrified out of his mind, he would have found him extremely attractive.
The man smirked and rested his arm on his knee.

“Head hurt?” he asked without really caring. Lane swallowed and titled his head down in acknowledgement.
“Yeah, considering you knocked me out with the butt of your gun,” he muttered. His smirk widened and he tilted his head to the side, keeping his silver eyes fixed on the bound man before him.
“Oops, my bad,” he retorted. “So, you really are a True Blood?”
“Yeah, I am,” he answered quietly. “But I don’t know anything about myself.” He narrowed his eyes at him. “Who the Hell are you?” The man smiled and reached down to move a lock of blue hair out of his eyes.
“I’m your executioner.” he seemed to murmur. Lane’s heart leapt, not from the comment, but surprisingly it was from the little touch he felt when his hair was moved. “But you may call me Falcon, while you’re still alive.”
“Falcon,” he breathed out. He watched the vampire for a moment before reaching down and untying his feet. Lane stared at him before using his newly freed feet to push himself to a sitting position. Falcon remained crouched in front of him, watching his every move. Lane also kept his eyes fixed on him.

“I don’t suppose I could get a drink, could I?” he asked, already knowing the answer.
“Not unless you want silver slipped into that drink.” Falcon replied. “Now, tell me, where did you come from?” Lane looked away for the first time, like he always did when asked that question.
“You should have taken my master instead of me, he’d know,” he muttered. Falcon’s smirk vanished for the first time to be replaced by a frown. Lane couldn’t meet his critical gaze. “He purchased me when I was a child, I don’t know anything about myself except what I am.”
“You expect me to believe that load of shit? Come on, this will be much easier for you if you just tell me the truth.” The vampire’s green eyes snapped up to look at him now, fury and hurt lurking in their depths.

“Tell you the truth? I am telling you the truth. What, you think I’d lie to you about something as stupid as that?” he asked in disbelief. Falcon eyes narrowed further.
“This is your last chance, leech. Tell me where you’re from or suffer.” Lane stared at him, unable to understand why he wouldn’t believe him.
“Well, I guess that I’m in for a rough ride then, huh?” he snarled. Falcon reached out and snapped his hand around Lane’s sensitive neck. He gasped at the electric-like shock that went through his body from the touch. His breath hitched in his throat as he stared into the Slayer’s angry gaze. The intensity coming from those moonlit eyes was almost too much for him to look at.
“It’s only as rough as you want to make it, remember that,” he growled out. Lane let his eyes droop closed and forced himself to relax. He dropped his head until his chin rested Falcon’s wrist.
“Then do your worst. You’ll realize soon enough that I’m telling the truth, I just ask…” He paused to open his eyes to look at him with a plea. “That you give me an honorable death when you’re done with me.” The Slayer’s own eyes showed surprise at the request before returning to that smirk he just couldn’t seem to keep off of his handsome face.
“Hm, we’ll just see about that,” he remarked. He let go of the fledgling’s neck and headed towards the door. Lane dropped his head once again and closed his eyes, sighing with defeat.
‘I’ll be dead by the end of the month,’ he thought. ‘I just hope I go somewhere in the afterlife that isn’t too hard on me.’