Blood and Bullets

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Blood and Bullets

Part 2

Of course "getting some dinner" was a lot more complicated than just
walking into a restaurant or even some fast food joint. Well yeah, they could
get it there. Only it wouldn't be on any menu.

Actually, they could get it anywhere, it was just a matter of accessibility
and quality, quality being the more important factor, though if it was all they
could get, accessibility would win in a heartbeat.

As long as it had one.

But not here. This part of town had too many people with money, people who
would be missed if they were to suddenly vanish. So they hopped into their van,
which was not only their mode of transportation but also served as a crash pad
in case they didn't make it back to their flat in time. The van had been refitted
with black tinted windows and had a fold out bed in the back. The doors of the
van had reinforced steel so it would take more than a little effort to get them
open.

Expensive options? Fuck yes, but they were far from luxurious or unnecessary.
It was in everyone's best interest that no one get inside the van when Cam and
Balint were crashing. It was in their best interest of course, because they
were at their most vulnerable then but it was also in any intruder's best interest
because once they barged in, they'd never leave the van alive.

Not that Cam had a problem with that. Not at all. But he didn't like being
put in the position to defend himself if he didn't have to.

Cam drove because when Balint was in this state, he tended to think with his
belly, not his head and they'd been in too many near accidents before Cam realized
this fact. Fucking one track mind.

They drove around a while before Balint said, (I see some clubs ahead, Cammie.)

Quality didn't tend to be the best at these places, usually, too much drugs
or drink. The problem was, the quality wasn't gonna be much better with a snatch
and grab in the street. Fuck. Either way wasn't the best. Balint tended to like
the variety clubs offered but Cam didn't want to waste the time that could be
spent doing other things.

Like finding out what Nigel Fontaine knew about his father.

Fuck. They'd have to negotiate. (A quickie? Just enough for you to think straight?)

(It's gonna take more than that, Cam,) Balint told him.

Cam sighed with exasperation. (I know that, dimwit. How about this then? Quickie,
enough to tide us over, then you start spilling. After that, we'll do whatever
you want, alright?)

Balint turned to face him. (Share?) he said, asking so many things at the same
time.

All things Cam understood so well. His answer was to immediately pull over
on the first shoulder he reached, cup Balint's face in his hands and kiss him
full on the mouth. (I'd be pissed if we didn't.)

They parked the van around the corner from one of the less flashy clubs that
didn't have much of a line to get in, not wanting to deal with a bouncer. Then
as soon as they got inside, Cam and Balint settled on a blue eyed boy brunet
with hair a shade darker than Cam's. He was lonely, he was horny and more than
willing to go with the two of them for a bit of fun in the men's room.

After focusing their attentions on him until he was practically bubbling over
with desire, they pinned him against the wall and had their own fun. As Cam
had said, it was quick, more like a snack but they left the unconscious boy
lying on the floor of the men's room. He'd remember nothing more than a really
good time and a damned good blow job. The weakness he felt when he woke up would
not be connected with them.

Cam made damned sure of that. Will nudging and Persuasion was Balint's signature
but he was psychically exhausted so Cam gave the boy a simple mental suggestion
before putting him to sleep. Balint had taught him that trick, along with other
things Cam would need to know to survive. Though how someone who was not alive
and not dead "survived" was open to discussion.

(I'm still hungry,) Balint announced as they walked out of the club and towards
the van.

(I know.) They reached the van and Cam got out his keys. (Talk first. More
food later.)

Balint gave him those puppy dog eyes that never failed to melt Cam's heart.
(Only talk?) he asked as Cam opened the door.

The two boys crawled into the back and Cam reached over and slammed the door
shut. He ruffled Balint's golden locks. (Depends on what you tell me. If I like
it, talk will be the last thing on my mind.)

That's what one had to do with Balint. Play along with him because getting
pissy with him only guaranteed that he wouldn't even be affectionate with you
until he cooled off and decided that he wanted to sleep with you again.

Cam had learned that lesson the hard way so many times but it must've not fully
sunken in because it was a lesson he kept learning over and over again when
he was either too pissed off or too impatient to bother.

Cam pulled out the bed and lay flat on his back, his eyes on Balint the whole
time.

Then he waited.

(The posh vache never lost track of your daddy,) Balint finally began, sinking
down to the bed and lying beside Cam.

Vache. Cam hated that word and what it meant.

Cattle.

Basically, Balint saw humans as fuckfood. Fuck them to sweeten their blood
and make them taste better, then feed on them.

Cam on the other hand was still trying to get used to the fact he wasn't human
anymore and wasn't even fully human when he was alive. Even though his new diet
included humans.

He shook the thought out of his head and focused on Balint's words. (Why is
Fontaine so fucking interested in my…. ) he paused a second, feeling uneasy
with the word, (… . father?)

Balint shook his head violently. (Don't ask me that Cam,) he warned.

Oh fuck. (What are you hiding from me? Tell me exactly what you saw, you little
grifter!)

Balint sighed. (Not sure, it was all through the vache's eyes, he's thinking
the worst.)

Double fuck. (Just spit it out, Balint. Stop the sugar coating and tell me
the whole truth for a change!)

Balint's fingers stroked Cam's cheek. (You remember Yves is a half blood?)
he suddenly said out of the blue.

Cam blinked. (Yeah and I'm a quarter blood, we both knew that before you Changed
me . What about it, dumbass?)

A quarter of his blood wasn't human. It was a whole other race altogether,
same as Balint's, only Balint wasn't and never had been even a little human.
People who sustained themselves on blood and sometimes flesh, who had heightened
senses, preternatural speed and powerful psychic abilities. They called themselves,
Sangsue, blood suckers and their bodies went through Maturity, a transition
to where their blood changed and gained a protein that broke down the blood
they drank.

Problem was, it only worked well with purebloods. Anything less had a chance
of the Maturity going bad. Craving and needing blood so much that they feed
desperately; only to find out that they can only drink so much before they get
violently ill. So they can never be fully satisfied and the more their body
deteriorated, the more they needed to feed.

Cam knew this from experience, watching Balint go nearly insane as his body
went through starvation, only to be "saved" by being Changed into
the Nightchild he was now. Seven months later, it was Cam's turn and Balint
Changed Cam to stop him from dying of malnutrition.

But if Balint was casually mentioning Yves blood lineage, then it could only
mean one thing. (Yves's Maturity went bad? How would Fontaine even know?) Then
he froze. (Oh fuck. He knows about everything?)

Balint smiled ferally. (Would I have left him alive if that was the case, Cameron?)

No fucking way. That had been a dumb assumption. (Then what does Fontaine
know?)

Balint stretched out on the bed. (Doesn't know anything, baby. Just thinks
he does, like I told you before.)

Must. Not. Strangle. (Fine,) Cam said with exasperation, (what does
he THINK he knows?)

(Cam,) Balint warned, (remember it's through the vache's eyes. He sees what
he wants to.)

Feeding him information without actually disclosing anything. That was one
thing that didn't change. (Which leads us back to what the fuck did you see,
Balint?!)

(Cammie,) Balint said soothingly, (isn't it enough to know Yves is still alive?
You wouldn't want to meet him anyway.) His voice was silky, calming.

Way too calming.

Oh fuck. Like a dog shaking himself dry, Cam shook his head free of the heaviness
that had suddenly begun to sink in. Now that he knew about it, he knew the beginning
signs of falling under. While he still was allowed to be aware of it….

"Cut the shit and stop nudging me," Cam hissed. "Now!"

Balint's eyes flashed with irritation but Cam instantly felt his head clear.
(Alright,) he said softly. (From what I see, Yves was not the most savory of
characters.)

Fuckity fuck fuck fuck! (And I'm not a fucking client so you can stop with
the nicey-nice. Just lay it out for me. Cold hard facts.)

Balint shrugged. (Cold hard facts. Murders happened a little before Yves left
And Fontaine saw Yves dispose of a body.)

Cam stared at Balint as if he'd never seen him before. (Murders,) he repeated
dully.

(Yes, Cam. Murders. As in kills.)

Cam shook his head violently. (Of course they're kills. He's killing them.)

Balint snorted. (After he's done with them, yeah.)

After he's done with them. Done … oh fuck, he wasn't even gonna
think that. Cam realized he was shaking and immediately tried to pull himself
together. (So you're saying, Yves, my father, was,) Cam swallowed, (eating them
first?)

Another shrug. (Considering he's a half blood, I'd at say it's a safe assumption.)

Cam took another leap. (And he's still alive?)

Balint's irritation had grown into impatient annoyance. (I told you so didn't
I?)

He couldn't control himself anymore. Cam let out a grunt of pure frustration,
grabbed Balint by the shoulders and shook him. (You're lying to me!) he finally
yelled before releasing him.

(Why would I do that?) Balint asked calmly, like everything was just peachy.
Cam hated when he did that. He took a breath he didn't need and composed himself.
(He went through Maturity, right?)

(I don't know for sure, Cameron. If I had to guess, I'd say yes. But what's
the point here?)

Cam smiled but it wasn't a pleasurable one. (Even if he knocked up my mother
real young, I'm twenty two, he'd have to be at least in his late thirties.)

(Again Cam, what is the point?)

(The point is, you dumbfuck,) Cam growled, (if he did go through a Maturity
that went bad, he'd have already starved to death.)

Balint sighed. (Why do you think the vache has been keeping tabs on him? Everywhere
Yves goes, death follows.)

(So he does know!)

(I told you Cameron,) Balint snapped, (he thinks he knows. Fontaine thinks
Yves is some kind of serial killer and has been tracking him every time he runs.
Which, most likely, is when Yves makes enough kills for people to notice.)

Cam snorted. (And you mean to tell me that the cops never got involved? They
never noticed? Or tried to investigate?)

Balint laughed. (Don't play dumb Cam-Cam. He used people who wouldn't be missed.
Just like we do.)

And Cam couldn't deny any of it. (So fine, you made your point, asshole, we're
the same as he is. You done rubbing it in my face now?)

Balint's eyes pleaded with him. (I didn't want to tell you, Cammie. You're
the one who demanded I do it.)

Cam swallowed. (Just tell me one thing, Balint. How has my father managed to
survive this long, even if he was …) Just getting the word out was hard
but Cam steeled himself. (…feeding.)

(Cam,) Balint said gently, (if you do it long enough, you learn how much you
can eat and how long it takes for it to be used up before you get hungry again.)

The words left Cam's mouth before he could stop himself. (Then why couldn't
I do it, damnit! Why did you have to Change me?! How long could I have gone
on like that?)

This time Balint's hazel eyes flashed with something Cam would rather eat glass
than see.

Pity. (Cam, how do you think I survived?)

Cam gulped. He wished he never started this conversation and to make matters
worse, he was getting hungry again because they'd each taken just enough to
take the edge off and that edge was coming back with a vengeance. (Off the kills
we made for business, you told me already.)

Balint's eyes gleamed. (What do you think I was doing all those nights you
fucked around with any piece of ass you fancied? I drank from several pickups
Cam, just like I did before I met you.)

Just like Balint had been planning to on the night he met Cam. The hairs suddenly
stood up on the back of Cam's neck as a shiver ran through him. (In other words,
my father is a pro who was drinking blood from childhood,) he said in a flat
tone. (Just like you are.)

(Cam,) Balint told him with more than a hint of exasperation, (for the last
time, it's all guestimation. Speculation.) The eyes grew stormy again. (Don't
make me sorry I told you.)

Too late.

Balint got up from the bed. (You said spill, I spilled Cam. Now either we go
and get a real meal or I'm hunting without you.) Balint crawled back up front
without even bothering to look back.

And why should he? Balint knew Cam wasn't gonna argue with him, especially
since he had a sudden need for a distraction. Cam folded the bed back up and
moved into the driver's seat. Then he drove the van to the city, parked near
an abandoned building and the two of them went hunting on the streets for a
pickup.



Street kids tended to make great pickups because they usually didn't have any
families who would miss them if they were to disappear. Bad things about street
kids were their health. They couldn't go to Healers and their bodies weren't
always in the best condition. Because of that, it took them a while before they
finally found someone who was mostly healthy and not on drugs.

The boy couldn't have been more than sixteen or so, rough pretty with dirty
blond hair and light brown eyes. A little sweet talking from Balint and Cam
and they were taking him back to their van and climbing into the back.

"Nice set up you got here," the kid, Lalo, told them as Balint pulled
the bed back out.

"It does the trick," Cam said brusquely. He had no interest in any
more talking, he just wanted to lay the boy and do what he had to.

Balint, however was more than willing to chatter. "We drive all over the
place and this way we never have to pay for a hotel or anything."

Unfortunately, Lalo was the flirty type who thought yammering was a form of
foreplay. Cam had half a mind just to leave the two blabbermouths in the back
of the van and go out to find what he needed.

Balint probably read the irritated expression on Cam's face because he suddenly
whispered to Lalo, "I can think of a better way of using your mouth, Lalo."
He cupped Lalo's face in his hands and kissed him.

Cam kissed down Lalo's neck and squelched his dislike of the whole song and
dance just to eat. He had no problem with killing, it was what he did for a
profession after all and he definitely had no problem with seduction for the
sake of getting some ass. But mixing ass and food was something Cam didn't care
for in the slightest.

In this, Balint was also different, sweet words and flattery his forte. The
only reason Cam stuck around for it was because running games and getting over
on people got Balint off as much as the kill itself and sex with Balint, or
as Balint called it, Sharing pleasure, made it all worth it.

Within moments, the two of them had rid Lalo of his clothing and had wrestled
him down on the bed. Their mouth and hands swept all over Lalo's flesh, warmed
by the snack they'd had earlier. Lalo squirmed under their attentions and Cam
felt a sense of regret because except for the yacking, Lalo was easily his type.
Pretty but not girly pretty, lithe and very responsive, under different circumstances,
Cam would have definitely had fun with the boy, enjoying the pleasures of Lalo's
slender body.

But circumstances weren't the same and after a little while, their kisses turned
to bites and Lalo cried out. "Not so hard!"

When they ignored him and he realized what they were doing, he screamed for
them to stop. Until their teeth went deeper and his yelling was swallowed by
their hungry mouths.

This was the part that Cam did like. It took what he'd always liked about killing
and made it more personal. Instead of merely snapping their necks, stabbing
them, or even beating the shit out of them until they were a bloody, dying mess,
Cam took it one step further and consumed them. Their life became part of Cam,
so he was carrying a part of them with him until his veins had no more of their
blood inside them.

And of course, there was the Shared experience with Balint, knowing and feeling
him do the same thing.Cam experienced Balint's ecstasy along with his own until
it fed on his, amplifying it into pure rapture until they shoved Lalo's nearly
dead body off to the side and fell upon each other.

Cam kissed Balint so hard it was almost bruising, swallowing his mouth and
tearing at his clothes. It was a good thing neither of them had to breathe because
Balint was kissing Cam just as forcefully and almost ripped off Cam's clothing
before Cam broke the kiss and stripped.

Then his lips crushed Balint's and they went at it again.

Balint's mouth tasted as it always did, dark and sweet and carnal and when
Balint's teeth sank into Cam's lips, the taste of his own blood made his dick
so hard it hurt.

This was how it usually started for them, frenzied and frenetic, all teeth
and tongues and nails and hands, desire sweeping through Cam like a wildfire
out of control as Balint's mouth ignited that fire. All rational thought left
Cam as his body quickly turned into a mass of sensation, moving against Balint's
on a wave of passion, until he found himself taking the other boy, with no lube,
no gentleness; more like rape than making love. But Balint's cries were of ecstasy,
not pain and he was hissing for Cam to fuck him harder and faster, not more
gently and slower.

And Cam was only too happy to do so.

The pleasure filled Cam's body, rising to the point where Cam thought he was
gonna burst. And moments later, burst he did, thrusting wildly and frantically
as orgasm overtook him and their almost desperate fucking gradually became more
languid and lazy lovemaking. Their bodies slid against one another's, their
hands staking their claim and their tongues marking their territory on kill
warmed skin.

Afterwards, they lay entangled in each other's arms and Cam nuzzled Balint's
hair, the scent of bergamot, familiar and reassuring. Even if in the past year,
that fragrance had become mixed with the now all too recognizable scent of blood.
Somehow, Cam found it as comforting as he found it disgusting.

And that thought didn't jolt him as much as it should have.

(Cam-Cam,) Balint murmured against Cam's neck, (how long would it take us to
drive to Thorenton ?)

Cam blinked. (Tonight? Balint we're in Erasmus and it's almost five in the
morning. Even if I went full throttle, there's no way we'd make Thorenton before
dawn.) His eyes narrowed. (Why do you want to go to Thorenton anyway? The information
Fontaine gave us said that Mad Dog is in Sorenville, the next town over.)

(Yes Cammie,) Balint said quietly, then the whisper of a smile played on his
lips. (But Yves is in Thorenton.)

Cam stared at the Gypsy boy. (What the. fuck? I thought you didn't want to
meet up with him.)

(I don't.)

(Then what gives?)

Balint gave a long suffering sigh. (We're gonna end up going eventually so
we might as well get it over with.)

And as much as Cam wanted to deny it, he knew Balint was absolutely right.

Tomorrow they were gonna go meet the symbol of everything Cam had been running
from.

I am nearly done with Chapter 3. Are you interested in it? Is it worth posting here? I hate to make it seem like I'm begging for feedback but nothing discourages me faster than when I post a fic and all I get are crickets, no reviews or only one or so. I always get ansty when I do experiments and this is a biggie. If you like, Chapte 3 will be next.