Limbo

I finally have enough for the second chapter. I finally got inspiration tonight after not having any for a long long time.

Nothing graphic yet, I promise sex in the next chapter...

If there was no life, then that had to mean that the little bastard was
... dead? Fuck, I couldn't wrap my head around it now, the need to fix
was too distracting. I'd take care of that problem, then deal with
Angelo.

I leaned over Linden's throat; my nails about to rip it open when
Deadhead seizes me, one arm around my waist, pinning against my side,
the other hand tangled in my hair and yanking my head back. Baring my
throat. "What part of don't make any new marks do you not understand,
idiot?" he hissed angrily.

"Just because you went down doesn't mean I have to," I retorted.

"Get this straight!" he growled. "This guy has money. Drones are gonna
come sniffing around. If they see his neck is slashed but he hasn't
bled out, it's gonna look real suspicious. If he has a fuckpad like
this, the investigators won't even look twice at any 'love bites' near
his dick. Which is why I used it. And it's why you will with Linden or
I'll snap your neck." Then he dropped me to the floor.

I didn't know what pissed me off more: Angelo being such an asshole or
that he was right. I wouldn't admit it though. Instead I slid down to
my knees and rubbed my finger over the bruise he left. "Any other
orders, Mr. Bossy?"

"Make the smallest cut you can."

Now that I was closer, I could see there were two punctures. Little
ones. "What's the point of having those choppers if you don't use them?"

"Who says I didn't?"

My head was pounding so hard it was a wonder my skull didn't explode
and the nausea burned in my throat. Arguing with the bitch wasn't gonna
make it any better. So I used my nail and made the smallest but deepest
cut I could and when the ruby goodness trickled my mouth eagerly locked
on to it.

My mouth was instantly filled with a  sweet liquid orgasm, the
buzz hitting me like a mac truck, making me groan loudly as it sang in
my veins. I sucked harder, having to work for it now that the original
flow stopped and my eyes closed in pure ecstasy. My brain shut down and
all coherent thoughts were nonexistent. Overwhelming pleasure flooded
my body and I was so fucking high I had ceiling burn.

I was in such a lust fog that when Angelo pulled me off Linden it
jarred the fuck out of me and I went crashing to the ground. "What the
fuck!" I snarled.

"I said," Angelo shook me so hard it's a wonder  my head
didn't fall off, "DON'T KILL HIM!!!"

"I didn't get enough," I retorted. "You better than anyone should know
that."

(Did you think this was gonna be it?) I suddenly heard him purr. His
lips barely moved and he spoke so softly. Whisper softly but without
the breath. (We're going hunting, EnREEke.) He let go of me and I fell
on my ass.

"Nice, you dick," I muttered; standing back up.

He just laughed. (If you're a good boy, you'll see just how nice it is.
And don't even pretend you can't hear me, I see it in your pretty
little eyes.)

Then the laughter faded and he looked right at Linden whose eyes were
suddenly clear and alert. "You gotta be careful," Angelo said to him;
talking normal again, "you should've told me you had a heart condition!"

Linden stared at him in a daze. "What heart condition?"

"You had a stroke or something and you passed out as soon as I made you
come," Angelo explained, "Scared the fuck outta me but Enrique here
told me to stick around until you woke back up."

That was creative. I wasn't crazy about him using my name but I played
along. "That's right. Angelo was afraid he'd get in trouble but I knew
you'd have something else in mind."

"Enrique!" Linden said in a just-between-us tone. "Are you recruiting
young Angelo?"

"Yeah, dearheart," young Angelo chimed in, "is that the deal? You're
recruiting me?"

Linden rose from his chair; a bit wobbly but with a purpose and that
was to intimidate him. Though I don't know how intimidating he could be
half naked with his dick hanging out. "Perhaps I should have Enrique
call the WASP Drones and they can see to you."

"On second hand," the wiseass amended, "I guess I can be recruited.
That is, if you're feeling better."

"Stop stalling," Linden ordered and dragged Angelo towards the bedroom.

I didn't even bother to sit down on the couch. Now that he'd outed
himself to me there was no way in hell DeadAngelo would let anything
happen for long. So when I heard a weird gurgling sound from the
bedroom I wasn't surprised. (That was fun,) Angelo announced as he
walked back into the living-room, picking up his shirt.

"That's one word for it," I muttered. Fuck was he gonna talk Freakspeak
from now onjust because I could hear it? "Can we go now?"

Said freak was rifling through Linden's pants pockets. (We need a
motive, you know.) He pulled out a wallet and started going through it,
pocketing a diamond credit card and a wad of credit notes. (This should
do the trick.) Angelo decided and put the wallet back into the pants.

I hadn't taken enough and my body was making me pay; the cramps were
starting again and he was wasting time nabbing trophies. "Hurry the
fuck up," I hissed.

He flashed me a look of irritation. (Calm the fuck down, I'm done.)
Then he grinned and dangled keys. (Our ride.)

I stared at him. "You're fucking crazy! You think that won't be missed?"

(Oh I know it will be. And that's why we're gonna dump it somewhere in
the Red District.)

"We?" I laughed. "You're funny."

(You're not coming with, sweetling?) he asked. Well asked wasn't quite
the right word because he wasn't "requesting" shit. It was more of a
warning and to say it was freaky coming out of his pouty mouth was a
fucking understatement.

Wasn't like I really had any choice  since any cab I'd take
back into the city would bring unwanted attention to myself now that
I'd actually nearly killed someone important instead of the usual
losers. I had.  And it was too far to walk.

And the kid knew it. "You don't have to be so fucking smug," I
grumbled.

He just laughed and opened the front door. (After you.)

"You kidding? We're gonna be seen by every rent boy and date in this
building!" I told him.

His patience was wearing thin. Good, so was mine. (Then how do you
suggest we get out of here, genius?)

"When we got here, I saw an outside staircases and balconies. I figured
we'd use that."

(If you were really paying attention,) he growled, (you'd see that the
windows have microwires and the moment you tried to go on to the
balcony, the alarms would go off. If you want that kind of attention
have at it. The Rent a Cop will just LOVE to meet you.)

"How about you, pretty boy?" I taunted. "If that alarm goes off I won't
be the only one caught. You didn't think of that did you!"

(No, just you,) he replied, in a very bored tone. (If you open that
window, I'm gone. I can jump and be on the ground and away before they
even come to this room to get you. So why don't you just shut your
fucking mouth and do what I'm fucking telling you! ) Deadboy's eyes
were glowing red now; smoldering coals about to ignite.

"So going downstairs and having everyone see us is better?" I retorted.
"Besides I didn't see any wires or even microwires on any window.
You're just trying to scare me into doing what you want."

"Gamiso malaka," he hissed through the fangs he hadn't fully shown til
now, "you have thirty seconds to be out the fucking door. Then I'll
tear your throat out."

"How could I resist an offer like that?" I walked out the door and he
gently shut it behind us. "What now?"

(Now you shut up and we go down the elevator and walk out quietly, like
everything is normal. We're just working boys, leaving from a real
kinky job.)

Sounded good. Too good to be true. "And what happens if one of those
Rent a Cops comes up to you and starts playing Twenty Questions?"

(I have my ways,) was all Angelo said. Yeah, I just bet he did.

Of course, when we finally made our way to the lobby, no one was
around. No one cared. We just waltzed out like we didn't have a care in
the world and no one said shit.

The kid, freak or not, there was no way this boy was a kid. "How old
are you?" I asked.

He stared at me as if I was an idiot for asking that question. (How old
do I look?)

"Don't give me that shit. How old are you?" I repeated. "Really."

(How old are YOU?)

I was already starting to see a pattern with Angelo and I knew him for
less than half a day. When he didn't want to answer a question he
either evaded it or just distracted. Or just ignored it altogether.
"You first."

(Almost three times your age,) he finally said grudgingly.

"You don't even know how old I am."

Deadfreak just laughed. (I know how old you look, sweet thing. That's
all I need to know.)

I was quickly getting the feeling that he wasn't just some mutant freak
but something a lot less....human. "Oh my fucking gods," I whispered,
"you're the real thing. You're a vamp-"

My face suddenly stung and I realized that Angelo had just slapped my
cheek so hard, I had a handprint. (Don't you EVER use that word in my
presence again!) Then like the end of a thunderstorm, he instantly
calmed down. (I'm not that, though I suppose you could say I'm close.)

"So....you're not dead. You're undead?"

Undeadboy rolled his eyes in disgust. (Can we have this conversation in
the fucking car?)

He was doing it again! I glowered as he opened the door and I got into
the backseat, wanting as little to do with him as possible. Even if my
body was so hungry for his, every nerve ending was throbbing. Like my
cock.

Dark eyes got into the front seat and smirked at me. (Are you that
scared of me, honeychild?)

"Yeah right," I muttered, "I'm scared of you."

He threw his shirt at me and slammed the car door shut, put the key in
the ignition and all of the sudden we were flying out the parking lot
and towards the roads that got us out of wherever the fuck we were to
wherever the fuck he wanted to go. At this point I didn't really give a
fuck. As long as I got my fix, we could be going to Mars and that would
be just dandy.

Then Angelo gunned the motor and my belly flipped in a bad way as he
went careening through back roads filled with hairpin turns he drove at
what had to be at least 161 km an hour and I cursed my decision to not
wear a seatbelt. I didn't check the speedometer to see how fast the
lunatic was going.

I didn't want to know.

I knew he was trying to unnerve me. If by "trying" I meant succeeding.
Wasn't gonna give him that satisfaction, though. "Having fun?" I asked
in a mocking tone, struggling to ignore the way the dumbfuck was
shifting around in the front seat, making the car violently lurch to
the right. "What the fuck are you doing?!" I finally demanded.

(Is there a problem?) he asked cheerfully.

"No," I snapped, "I always wanted to commit suicide in a car crash with
parts of me scattered all over the road."

The bastard laughed. He could afford to; it wasn't like he'd be the one
dying in agony. (We're not gonna crash, you Nervous Nelly. Where's your
sense of adventure, dearheart?)

"Sorry, I'm not already dead like you," I said, "then I could be just
as adventurous."

(Sport, if this was near sunrise, then I would in the same boat as you
are in. I'd still be speeding as fast as I could around these turns
only I'd be fucking at the same time. And screaming in ecstasy from a
body shaking orgasm before finding somewhere safe to sleep til sunset.)

"Fucking while going this fast? How the fuck do you even do that?"

(Wanna try? Come up front.)

I snorted. "Like that is gonna happen."

(Not with a coward like you.)

Coward? Yeah, he was baiting me and I knew it. But I went right for it
and climbed into the front seat. And saw that Angelo's jeans pushed
down his hips past his thighs.  "You had one hand on the wheel
and the other hand pulling down your pants and giving me a fucking
heart attack?"

(Not at all,) he replied with amusement. (When I did that I had no
hands on the wheel at all.)

I didn't know what pissed me off more; him assuming I'd just fuck him
in the car anyway or that he drove hands free. One thing I did know was
that I couldn't stop looking at him. And my dick throbbed at the
thought of fucking him. "Pull over, I ordered, unzipping my jeans and
raising my hips just enough that I could pull my own jeans down.

(No pulling over,) the horndog purred. (Fuck. Now!)

"I told you, I'm not gonna fuck you while you're driving like a
lunatic!"

Curly rolled his eyes. (Then go in the back, you pussy! Not like you'd
be fucking me anyway.)

"You fucking tease! You go telling me to come up front because you want
to fuck and now that I'm all ready to you back down? You're the pussy!"

(Yeah, yeah, yeah,) he dismissed with a wave of the hand he took off
the wheel. (Doesn't matter, we're almost there anyway, sweetling.)

Guess I was paying so much attention to Kid Cocktease's smooth and
muscular thighs that I missed that he'd gotten off the exit for Sargot
City and was headed right for the Red District.

The Red District was the sin district. Any kind of sex you wanted could
be had there and the only reason I didn't try to pull dates there was
too much competition from the Pets. The Keepers were all over the
District and they didn't appreciate independents like myself.

In fact, I had no idea why we were here and I told him so.

(I told you, genius, we need to dump the car before we go to Club
Chaos.)

What the fuck? "Club Chaos? We're going to a fucking CLUB? Why?!"

He was silent as he turned onto a side street and parked the car. Then
the brat shut off the ignition and gave me the Glare of Death."I don't
know about you," he hissed through bared fangs, "but I plan to find a
pretty pretty boy, seduce him, fuck him to oblivion, then eat him."

Since I gained this habit I never even considered going to clubs
for...er...that.  "Are you fucking crazy?" I snapped. Like I
said, I get cranky when I'm sick.  "Red District clubs are
either trick clubs or slumming for rich kids."

(And?)

"And," I mimicked, "Pets can't just vanish, dumbfuck. Neither can Mummy
and Daddy's Little Angel. Or did you not think of that?"

Curly Top sprang and shoved me against the passenger side door before
the last word left my lips. "I've been doing this since long before you
killed your mother, babycakes," he whispered, his tongue flickering
over my lips. Threatening me and arousing me at the same time. Which
only made it hotter somehow.

Even if he was an asshole for saying that. "Did you kill yours?" I
retorted.

Instead of pissing him off he kissed my mouth hard. (And I thought you
didn't get it. But you do, EnREEke. You do!)

I jerked away from him. Well, as much as he was letting me. "You're
fucking crazy!"

(Well you didn't do it on purpose any more than I did but technically,
we did kill our mothers.)

"I don't care if you candy coat and say it was an accident, you're
making me out to be some psycho!" Then his sentence sunk in. We. He
said we killed our mothers. "Don't lump me in there, maybe you
accidentally killed your mother, but I sure as hell didn't! I never
even met my mom because she -"

And I cut off the sentence before I could say that she died in
childbirth because I suddenly realized that had been what he meant all
along. But how the fuck did he know?

The answer popped into my head almost instantly.

Angelo knew because the same thing had happened to him.

I wondered what else he knew. "No more fucking riddles! Either tell me
all of it or you can fucking drop me off here and I'll find my way back
to my apartment!"

(You sure about that, sweetness?) he mocked. (You. Alone. In the Red
District? Unarmed? Really?)

I wiggled my long nailed fingers at Kid Undead. They′re hard
and sharp as knives but unlike knives, I didn't have to worry about
carrying them with me. ″I can handle myself.″

(Fine.) He opened the door. (Knock yourself out.)

Fuck! "Fine," I growled, "you win."

Angelo shut the door again. (I'll answer all your questions. You just
need to ask the right ones. But not now.) He smirked. (Ready?)

Ask the right questions? Another riddle! But I had to agree with him
about not asking them now because I was really getting sick again.
"Yeah," I agreed.

He sighed and his fingers brushed my cheek. An unexpected affectionate
and intimate gesture that I wasn't sure if I minded or not. (Rico,) he
said softly, using the name I preferred for the first time, (you're not
ready yet. This should help.) His nails were even sharper than mine
because he easily slashed just below his breastbone. I was entranced by
the runnels of dark crimson dripping down to his belly and he knew it.
"Take," he whispered.

Then he pushed my head down but I'd have done it anyway and I eagerly
lapped at his chest and stomach before my mouth latched on to the
wound, sucking greedily. The Lovely Angel's fingers ran through my hair
and for a minute I felt like I was sucking something much lower.

I might as well have been. I don't know what was in Angelo's blood that
made it taste so...so....potent and candy-sweet. All I knew was that I
suddenly felt like I'd drank a whole bottle of 100 proof whisky in one
second while having the best orgasm in my life.

"That's enough," he panted. Guess I wasn't the only one getting off on
this. But I wanted more and sucked hard.

Nothing. (When I said it was enough, I meant it, sunshine,) he growled.


I stared at him. "How'd you-"

(Stop the bleeding?) he finished. (Another question that will be
answered later.) He smiled almost gently. "No more stalling," he told
me, his voice back to normal again.

I nodded and we left the car and headed for the club. At least I could
think a little clearer and was a little saner.

Club Chaos had a line. I hated lines and told him so. He just grinned.
"Who waits on lines?"

"Don't tell me, you're too good for lines."

He rolled his eyes and practically dragged me to the back of the club
until we were almost up against the back door.

"Good plan," I said sarcastically. "Too bad it opens from the inside
and unless you're some kind of telekinetic or something, we can't open
it."

"Or something," he murmured.

All of the sudden, his features seemed to grow blurry, shimmering,
almost misty. Until there wasn't a sign of him anywhere. So he's a
Teleport? Then why did it feel like he was still there?

The back door abruptly opened with a squeak and Angelo waved to me from
the doorway.  "What the fuck are you waiting for? Go inside!"

I walked inside and he slammed it back shut, the door's lock
automatically moving back into place. "Do you pull a rabbit out of the
hat too?"

"No, but I can pull your intestines out through your belly button," he
said cheerfully as we walked down the passageway leading into the main
area of the club. "While you're still alive."

"Can't you do anything but threaten me, dumbfuck?" I retorted.

"Sure I can," he purred, "but why would I when this is so much fun."

I bet it was. Bastard.

As soon as we hit the throng of clubbers, I remembered why I hated
going to clubs. Music loud enough to make my ears explode, enough body
odor to kill a tree and enough smoke to choke an elephant. "Can we just
grab it and go?" I whispered.

To no one. He was already across the room, moving in on a pretty blue
eyed blond who was maybe a little younger than I was and before long he
had the boy eating out of his evil little hand. They walked over to me
and Angelo introduced his new...friend. "Rico, meet Eli." At least he
was using the name I liked instead of fucking EnREEke. Then he turned
to Eli. "This is Rico, the boy I told you about."

Eli smiled shyly at me but the jaded eyes told me a whole other story.
This was someone who found out that the pretty dream that lured him
here was nothing but a hellish nightmare. He desperately wanted to go
back home to Mommy and Daddy because now he knew how fantastic he had
it then but he didn't have the money for the ticket. So he had to pull
as many dates as he could because the money he made went to booze and
drugs. Pretty kid but his mileage was already showing so I had no
fucking idea why Undeadboy was even bothering with him because the
kiddie whore was not gonna do it for free.

"Hey Rico," Eli said, giving me the eye from one hustler to another,
that meant we should stick together against the fresh meat that was
still clueless about what his life had become. Teach him the hard way.

I smirked and gave him an upwards nod to show I was all for it. And I
was. Just not the way Eli meant.  I felt like a double agent
or something only without the cool toys and weapons.

Now Eli turned on the charm.  "Angelo tells me you both just
met tonight trying to pull a date on the corner of Embry and
Logan,” he said to me before turning to Angelo.
“Wouldn’t know that by looking at you both, seems
like you’ve been with each other much longer,” he
lied.

“We’re not ‘with each
other,’” Angelo growled. “Never said
that, Eli.”

Eli quickly backpedaled. “Like besties, y’know?
Besties who got each other’s back and bed if no one
better’s around.”

Angelo laughed. “Didn’t think you had such a
romantic soul, sweetness,” he mocked.

Eli didn’t like that one fucking bit and it was obvious he
didn’t like Angelo either.

Join the club dude.