Blood and Bullets

A/N: Yes, it's been a long, long time since I've posted any chapters, hopefully you haven't completely forgotten about this story.

Cam meets his father. Or does he?

Blood and Bullets

Part 3

Every sunrise, their bodies fell into a deathlike sleep and every sunset they awoke from that sleep with a temporary paralysis and a nagging hunger that would only get worse as the night wore on. The paralysis took a little while to completely lift and earlier that night they'd left as soon as they were able to move.

The drive to Thorenton took an hour and fifteen minutes and as soon as they got there, Cam realized that Yves might be in Thorenton but finding him was gonna be another story. Their kind could easily sense other Sangsue by the way their blood reacted to each other's but Cam could only sense as far as a few meters away and even though his senses were more powerful, Balint's range only went so far.

In other words, they had no chance in hell.

(Did Fontaine know exactly where Yves is living?) Cam asked Balint as they drove around the manses in the heart of Thorenton.

Balint snorted. (It's not like the man had your daddy's address stamped in his surface thoughts, Cam.)

(I thought you could deep scan minds.) What was the use of being a better telepath if Balint never used it?

Balint rolled his eyes. (Ye gods and little fishes, Cameron, deep scanning for something that specific is almost impossible. At least, in that short an amount of time.)

(Then how the fuck are we gonna find him?)

(How do you think?) Balint smirked. (He's not getting his kills from around here, Cammie.)

Cam got it. They'd catch Yves hunting. And Thorenton was right next to the perfect place to find victims.

Sargot City. They drove the fuck out of Dodge and headed for Sargot City.

(A little better,) Cam decided, (but not any easier for us to find.)

(We've got until almost six in the AM.) Balint grinned. (I love winter.)

Of course he did. Sunset came early, dawn came late and Cam and Balint didn't have to worry about the cold weather. Cam's shook his head. (You really think we're gonna find this guy in ten hours?)

Balint had a strange smile on his face. (You don't understand Cam-Cam. He's gonna find us.) The smile grew wider. (Or should I say, me.)

(Oh?) Cam eyes narrowed. (And how is he gonna do that, smartass?)

(When you park, you'll find out, baby.)

Cam wondered what scheme Balint had going in his devious little brain but knew asking him was a waste of time. The sooner he found a good place to pull into and park, the better.

The seedier part of Sargot City bordered Thorenton and had a lot of abandoned buildings. In a parking lot behind one of those buildings was where Cam decided to park. For now. If they were still in Sargot City by dawn, they'd park somewhere a little safer - or at least somewhere they wouldn't be bugged by some squatter trying to get into a van that would be more comfortable than the dilapidated building that'd become a squat.

(Okay,) Cam said, (we're parked. Now, what is your great plan?)

Balint's answer was to climb into the back of the van without saying a word. Curious, Cam went in after him, noticing that the Gypsy boy had removed his coat and was now pulling his shirt over his head. (This is how he's gonna find you?) Cam asked skeptically. (We're gonna have sex?)

(Not "we,") Balint replied cryptically as he slipped off his pants. He ducked down and pulled out a duffle bag from beneath the front seats. Then he pulled out what Cam thought of as Balint's sex on legs ensemble: faded blue jeans so tight they seemed painted on and a black sleeveless crop top that showed Balint's delicious belly.

Now Cam got it. And he hated everything about it. (Balint, you're not gonna fuck him!)

Balint calmly zipped his jeans. (Maybe. Maybe not.)

Fuck that! (Definitely not.)

(Why?) Balint asked softly, pulling the top over his head. (Because you don't want me sleeping with anyone else? You sleep with any pretty boy you fancy so you have nothing to say about that.)

True. Didn't mean Cam had to like it. (That's not the only reason and you know it.)

(Because he's your *daddy*?) Balint's emphasis on the last word dripped with sarcasm. (His sperm created you, Cameron. Nothing more.)

Again, true. It just seemed, well, sleazy to have his lover seduce Cam's own father. Cam tried one last tactic that he knew was pathetic but that didn't stop him. (How do you know he'd even take the bait, smart guy? He knocked up my mom, remember? He probably won't only have no interest in your sweet ass, he might even punch you out.)

Balint laughed and Cam had to admit, his last ditch attempt was laughable. (Cam, just because you don't do women doesn't mean someone can and not play both sides of the fence.) He smirked. (Besides, even if he does play only one side of the fence, the blood pull will more than make up for that.) In other words, Balint's blood would heat up Yves's and that would heat up other things as well.

Cam sighed. (Fine, so you chat him up and you both fuck each other's brains out. Then what? When do I get to meet him, when you tucker him out?)

Balint rolled his eyes in a "spare me" motion. (When I lure him here, although,) he snickered, (he just may want to fuck you instead.)

Sangsue blood may make another Sangsue hot and bothered but add the factor of being a relative and Cam would have to squelch his own reactive desire. Even if it was only a reflex for insuring their blood line remained pure. But....

(I'm not gonna just sit here and wait, Balint. I'm coming with you.)

(No. You're not,) Balint told him. (You're not going anywhere near him til I suss him out and see if it's safe. If you must know what I'm doing, tail him far enough that he can't sense you but close enough for you to observe through my eyes. You can be the fly on the wall, Cammie.)

Cam really, really didn't want the first sight of his father to be when he was groping Balint, or even worse. But he'd been with the wily boy long enough to recognize that it was the only choice he was gonna have.

However, a mumbled, (Whatever,) was gonna be the best Balint got.

Balint grinned wickedly. (Your jealousy is cute, Cam-Cam.)

(Not jealous,) Cam grumbled but he knew he wasn't fooling anyone. Least of all, himself.

Balint preened as best as he was able to sitting on the floor of the van. (How do I look, baby?)

Fuckable. Totally and utterly fuckable. But instead he said, (You know you look hot.)

To Cam's surprise, Balint frowned for a moment. (Not drawn or hungry?) he pressed.

Cam smiled. (Sure you do. But it makes you look even hotter.)

(Good. It'll make things easier.) Then before Cam could say another word about it, Balint began to shimmer as he phased out and turned to mist. But only to make his quick exit from the van. Cam phased out after him, letting the wind carry his misty form until he saw the rematerialized Balint walking up the street and to the left. Like a fucking bloodhound, following a scent, Cam thought with a mixture of annoyance and amusement.

Making sure Balint was in his sights, Cam became solid again, ducking into an alley and telepathically contacted Balint through their blood bond. - If you can sense Yves can't he sense you? -

- Probably, but since he's not focusing on me, it'll be on the edge of his consciousness until I'm too close for him to be distracted with anything else. -

- And he won't sense me? -

Balint laughed softly with amusement that would have been mocking if it'd been towards anyone else.. - No offense Cammie but sensing you from a distance would be like seeing the glow of a firefly blocks away. It's so diluted in you, unless you were on the same street, he wouldn't even feel you. -

Cam didn't know if he felt insulted or grateful. Either reaction would cause a fight so he did what he'd been doing for the past four years, especially in the last year. He bit his tongue. It was a wonder he hadn't bitten it off by now. - How do I see through your eyes anyway? -

- Sit down with your back against the wall and close your eyes. - Balint suddenly ordered.

- Huh? -

- Cameron! Sit. Down. Now - Balint growled before Cam abruptly felt a two by four slam against his head and he staggered dizzily before he crumbled to the ground. Then his eyes snapped open, without Cam being aware he ever closed them and all of the sudden he was seeing a small brick building with a flashing beer sign in the window. A dive bar. People came to a place like this for one reason. To get shitfaced. Period.

It took Cam a second to realize that he was still sitting on the dirty ground and not only was he seeing what Balint did, he was in Balint's head as a sort of passenger. Balint's emotions and thoughts were flooding Cam's own mind to the point where Cam was losing himself and having his consciousness overtaken by Balint's.

Balint was right. Cam was definitely the fly on the wall and since he couldn't do anything about it, he might as well watch the show.

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Balint waited outside the bar, his muscles tensing with eager anticipation. Usually the scents of so many vache would drive him crazy but the pull from Dumoutier's blood was so strong, Balint could focus on nothing else. It would take all of his self-control just to keep himself for heading right for the man.

Getting inside was not a problem, bars like this didn't care about who got in, only who would pay. Balint decided to just sit at one of the barstools and wait. He knew the other halfblood would come to him eventually; it was just a matter of time.

Balint hadn't told Cam but he had a feeling that if Yves Dumoutier knew how to feed without puking his guts out then he not only knew what he was, his family was one like Balint's was - before they were slaughtered. A family that had mixed bloods who were blood drinkers since birth. If that was the case, Balint wouldn't be dealing with someone who'd been raised as human.

He'd be dealing with a halfblood who was raised as Sangsue. Just like Balint. The very idea excited Balint enough to make him even more eager to meet the man.

"You couldn't find a bar better than this dump?" a voice suddenly drawled.

Balint's cock instantly hardened, his blood boiling in his veins. He grinned, turned to his right and took a breath, knowing he probably didn't hhneed to. "You can't find a pickup line better than that?"

The man who was Yves laughed. "Touché. But you're here to be picked up, right?" He gestured towards the bar. "Why else are you here, sugar? Not to drink." A slightly predatory smile spread across Yves face. "At least, not beer or liquor." The smile widened. "Am I right, cousin?"

Balint smirked. "Guilty as charged, cousin." They were not related, not from the same Clan but of the same blood. And if he was calling Balint "cousin," Dumoutier wasn't raised as human at all. Maybe it was Yves blood affecting Balint's own. Maybe it was the fact that Yves was damned pretty with his dark hair and dark eyes with long lashes. Maybe yes, maybe no, but Balint knew that sooner or later either he'd be in Yves bed or Yves would be in Balint's. Period.

"Well now," Yves purred, "why don't we go somewhere we can talk a little more freely? Like one of the tables in the back of this bar?

Balint wrinkled his nose. "Isn't it kind of smoky back there?"

"Not where we're goin'."

Yves led him to the very last table in the back. Not only wasn't there smoke, there was no one anywhere near their table. "Isn't that better?"

"Much."

Yves slid into his seat. "Aren't you going to sit down?"

Balint sat in the chair next to Yves and used his legs to push the chair right up to the table. "You're not surprised to run into another of your blood."

"Should I be?" Yves asked. His nostrils flared. "But you're different. Who are you, little man?"

Balint knew he was talking about more than just his name. And more than his surname. Yves had just confirmed Balint's suspicions.

Dumoutier knew exactly what would happen when he got Pamela Hathaway pregnant but did it anyway. "Balint Razvan. Clan Szabo." Balint replied.

Yves laughed. "Didn't think you were one of mine. So it's not just in my family, anh?" He laid his hand on Balint's thigh. "Szabo." Yves hand moved higher. "If I'd known there were more of mine out there I never would have messed around with Killie." The hand slid between Balint's legs and squeezed the Gypsy's hard-on and began to knead.

"Who's Killie?" Balint managed to gasp as he suddenly found it hard to focus on anything but the other man's groping. Yves kneaded harder and faster and Balint's breath quickened; all thoughts of the mysterious Killie forgotten. "You trying to make me come or something?"

Yves smiled. "Just seeing if it's more than just the blood talking. If I just wanted that I could get it from my brothers. In fact I have." He stopped his ministrations but kept his hand on Balint's crotch.

"Was it just the blood talking with them?"

Yves's tongue ran over his lips. "As long as it was good sex, I didn't care and neither did they."

Balint noticed something. "You have no sisters?"

"Course I have sisters, man."

"Then you could get it from your sisters, yes?"

Yves shook his head. "Don't want to knock them up. Besides, girls don't do it for me. Even the girls in my family. But let's talk about you, Balint." Yves said. "For starters, you can tell me why your scent is so confusing. You got to be a Halfie, but I can't smell vache anywhere on you. Why is that?"

Balint blinked. Yves was that sensitive? Balint thought of lying but decided he'd just say it. "Because, unlike you, none of me was ever vache."

Yves stared at Balint as if he was just seeing him for the first time. "Well I'll be. A fucking Pureblood. Never met one, though I heard about 'em. I'm just a Halfie myself," He chuckled. "Hope you don't hold my vache blood against me."

Balint leaned into Yves' hand. "It's not your vache blood I'm interested in, cousin." He grinned. "Speaking of which, you never told me who you are."

"Didn't I? Call me Yves. Yves Dumoutier." Yves nonchalantly moved his hand up and caressed Balint's belly. "Clan Desmouceaux." Then withdrew his hand abruptly. "You're awful cold, Balint." His hand moved higher, slipping under the crop-top to Balint's chest. "And you got no heartbeat." Yves eyes narrowed with suspicion. "You more than a Pureblood, boy?"

Balint smiled to himself. Yves was growing more and more intriguing. He turned his chair to face Yves and turned on the charm, determined to hook him in. "Hope you don't hold that against me."

"Not at all." Yves's hand was now around Balint's waist and he pulled him so Balint was nearly on his lap. "You still feel as good," he whispered, his teeth nipping playfully at Balint's mouth.

"As do you," Balint slid up so he was in Yves's lap, straddling it. Like Balint, before he was Changed, Yves's teeth were sharp but there were no fangs in his mouth so Balint knew without even looking that Yves's nails were long and razor sharp. Just like Balint's had been and still were.

Yves moaned softly and sucked Balint's lips into his mouth, shifting under Balint's ass so his hard on was beneath Balint. Balint returned the kiss and things grew passionate between them very quickly. Yves tongue explored Balint's mouth and for a change, Balint didn't bother to stop the man's tongue from hitting Balint's fangs that were descending the more excited he got. Yves' tongue purposely cut itself on the edge of a fang and Balint took the offering, sucking at Yves's tongue , then bit into his own lips, Sharing in return.

They kissed for a while before Yves broke the kiss, panting. "Don't know about you but I could do with a bit of something." He grinned wickedly. "For both of us to Share, perhaps?"

That was one word for it. "From this bar?"

Yves laughed at Balint's less than thrilled tone. "Beggars can't be choosers, y'know. Quality's good enough to last me for several hours, that's all I care about."

Until he had to feed again. "Why do you hunt here anyway?" Balint asked. "For sex or anything else? This isn't exactly the best part of town."

"You think I'm here because I wanna be?" Yves snapped, before regaining his composure. "I have to be, little Balint." He smiled thinly. "It's the only territory in the Sargot City area that's not taken."

Balint hadn't thought that Yves would run into that. "I take it you were hunting in someone else's territory?" he asked with innocence even though he already knew the answer.

Yves rolled his eyes. "Leave it to Nigel to choose a place just bursting with cousins."

Nigel? Nigel Fontaine chose this place? This was getting more and more bizarre. And intriguing.

As for the cousins.... Balint pretended ignorance "There are more of our blood here?"

Yves's eyes narrowed. "Don't play dumb Szabo. Why else are YOU hunting here?"

Good, the gloves were off and the claws were out. Balint smiled coldly, revealing something sharp and nasty. "You must have ticked off the wrong cousin for them to exile you here."

"Ticked off is an understatement. Their leader must have noticed my kills because he sent one of his lackeys to tell me I'd be his next kill if he ever caught me hunting within eighty kilometers of the Old Quarter. You know how much ground that covers?" he muttered.

Balint had a feeling that he knew exactly who Yves was talking about but again, he played innocent. "Must be some 'lackey' if he scared you off."

"Not scared. Wary," Yves corrected. "Besides, I'm more than glad to stay away from the Old Quarter. Too many of you lot."

Balint knew Yves didn't mean cousins. No wonder he was able to figure out what Balint was before the Gypsy revealed himself. "I thought you weren't going to hold that against me," Balint said with a mock pout.

Yves laughed. "Against you, little Balint. I can do without the others." He suddenly gave Balint a knowing smile. "It seems like you can use a bit of something too."

As a matter of fact, Balint could, he'd had nothing yet and the first pangs of hunger stirred in his gut. But if Yves could sense that, then Balint had greatly underestimated the man's empathy. Balint could have kicked himself at his stupidity, of course, Yves would be hypersensitive, he was in a constant state of Maturity, every sense was kicked up high.

Quality didn't matter to Yves, quantity did. Without developing the proteins in his bloodstream that would digest his meals, his blood cells could only consume so much blood before it went into his no longer functioning stomach. The only way to stop his body from consuming itself was to be in a perpetual state of satiation.

And a shiver crawled up Balint's spine as he suddenly realized what Yves really wanted from him.

To Share a kill with Balint and then devour him, guaranteeing a potent and rich feast Yves could absorb completely because the proteins in Balint's bloodstream would have already broken everything down.

Potent and rich enough to last Yves days instead of hours.


A/N: Until next time. If you want more, let me know and the muse will be inspired!