Eyes on Me (C & K Chronicles)

*I had previously said that this was a complete oneshot but after discussing it with a couple of people, and reading my review I decided to add on to this. It was my first BL story so it wasn't very good. Maybe after the second time around it will be better.*

The C & K Chronicles are a series of oneshots that have little to do with each other except that they feature Chase and Konstatine. I hope you enjoy it please comment.


God it’s a nice day. I could be doing so much more than sitting here.
“Are you listening to me?”
“Hmm?” Everyone broke into giggles. Well almost everyone, “you’re the student teacher. That means you supposed to teach, not stare out the window like one of your students.”
“Yeah. Uh, I mean, yes sir. I grunt as I got up out of the chair. Dude, this sucks.

Lunch time. The other teachers are sitting around eating their nice little meals and I’m watching a Lean Cuisine rotate in the microwave.
“Hey Chase!” growled my grumpy supervisor.
I turned to him then flicked my hair out of my eyes.
“Your wife wants you. She’s asking for you at the main office.”
I took one last look at my revolving lunch and mumbled, “not my wife.”
“Excuse me? I can’t hear you when you don’t look at me and speak. You know, I think it’s actually really rude, and in…”
I had to cut him off, “I said she isn’t my wife yet, sir.”
“Oh. Well. Go see what she wants.” I started for the door, “check your appearance. We have mirrors in the staff room for a reason.”
I went to the mirror. So, I guess he’s talking about the tie.
I straightened it, and checked the rest of my outfit. Cream sweater vest, brown tie, brown slacks. Lame.
I guess you could say I kind of look like a surfer with my tan skin and sun bleached shaggy hair. Blue eyes don’t help the look either.
I pushed through the door. There was Tiffany standing all haughty in front of the office.
“Yeah?” I know I sounded annoyed.
“Don’t you, ‘yeah’ me. I came all the way here to see you on your lunch break.”
“You didn’t happen to bring me real food, did you? Just because you’re on another diet doesn’t mean I am.”
“Are you saying I’m fat?” I didn’t even have time to roll my eyes before she launched into her self-conscience ranting. She was self conscience for the wrong reasons too. She never ate anything and is constantly, remodeling her body with plastic and silicone. Standing before me was a stick with a head, wearing a pink terry cloth jump suit, chandelier earrings and pumps. Do I even need to mention her bleach blonde hair and brown eye brows?
Before she could continue, I interrupted “what did you need?”
“Oh, yeah. Actually I want to borrow your car.”
“Why?”
“I’m going out tonight and I wanted to drive your classic Mustang.” THAT car.
“No.”
“I just want to go out!” She stomped her foot.
“Yeah, well me too. If you want to go out, we’re going together.”
She gave me the evil eye but didn’t argue too much.

I finally convinced her to go to an S&M club. The kind we used to go to, when we were younger and when she wasn’t such a “princess” and I wasn’t so lame.
When we entered Dog & Master, a new S&M club that had just opened, I totally felt at home and like an outsider at the same time.
There were elevated boxes for people to stand on in the middle of the room, with chains hanging from the ceiling. Men and women were attached to these. Boys and girls, girls and girls, and finally boys and boys were using these to play with/torture each other in front of everyone.
I guess my eyes lingered a little too long on the boys and boys because I heard Tiff-the bitch say “hey homo, I’m going exploring.” I instantly felt a spike of rage when the feeling that someone was watching me took over.
Two girls were giggling at me. It must be them.
Whisper. Whisper. “Do you see him? God it looks like he fell in Hot Topic and drowned.” Giggle. “And did you see the skank he’s with? Too bad too, he’d be hot if he didn’t look so lost.”
That was enough. I walked off to explore too. I kept having the feeling that someone was watching me though.
Maybe I did look really out of place. I had on a loose fitting leather pants, and oversized black long sleeve t-shirt and a dog collar.
I started to take off the collar when a big, unnatural puff of blonde caught my eye. It was Tiffany making out with some big black dude. The rage inside me flashed red. I saw myself shoving her face into the mirror she was next too. But instead of doing that, I started off towards the sign that read bathroom.
I flung the door open as I entered. The force caused the door to slam into the wall next to it then slam shut.
I threw my hands down on the sink basin. I was breathing hard. I have to calm down before I go confront her.
That’s when I felt it. Eyes were upon me, and I wasn’t alone.
I swung myself around. There was an attractive looking man leaning against the wall behind me, with a smirk on his face.
Wait, did I just think he was attractive?
He was. But that’s okay. I’m secure enough with myself to be able to think about that kind of stuff.
The man had pale skin, brown eyes and dark black, spiked hair. On his eyebrow there was a faint scar that kept hair from grown there. It made him look kind of dangerous and added to his cool-factor.
He was wearing jeans, black skater shoes, black t-shirt, and a leather jacket that had two horizontal white stripes across his other wise black jacket.
“Who are you? Have you been watching me?!” a little panic making my tone harsher. Something just wasn’t right about him.
“Konstatine, and yes, I have been watching you.” He gave no further explanation.
“Why,” I stammered.
“No good reason…what are you wearing?” His grin widened as his eyes traced the length of my body.
I instinctively turned and looked in the mirror. I did kind of look like a poser.
I heard a few steps then the man was breathing right in my ear, “let me help you,” he whispered.
He grabbed the bottom of my shirt and started to pull it up. I was so surprised I just let him do it.
His finger tips little by little started to bush my chest. It sent a chill of pleasure up my back.
Oh shit! Am I gay? Was Tiffany right?
Before I knew it my shirt was up and off. He was pulling at the buckle on my studded dog collar. Instead of tossing it on the floor like the way he did my shirt, he double wrapped it around my wrist.
He stepped back away from me and I immediately felt a sense of loss. But then I noticed he was giving me an appraising look
“Much better,” he knodded. “So, how do you feel about vampires?”
The question caught me off guard, “You mean, like Dracula?”
He stepped closer. His face was so near mine that I could feel his breath when he talked. “No I mean real vampires.”
“Well, if they were real, I’m sure they’d be cool…” I was getting ready to mumble something else stupid when my body jolted in excitement of his proximity. Then I realized I was getting turned on by a man. I took a giant step back. Right into a wall.
He followed me. Closing the space between us. “You know, lust has nothing to do with gender. Most people limit their options by telling themselves over and over that they can only been attracted to someone of the opposite sex. Truth is, you can like anyone. And Chase, as it is, I like you.”
“How do you know my name?” I whispered. I wasn’t ready yet to deal with the whole “liking” thing.
“Same way I know you’re a twenty-two year old who has turned into this sweater vest wearing guy who is incredibly bored with his lame life.”
With that said, Konstatine leaned into me, I could hear and feel him inhaling the smell of my neck.
That’s when I knew he wasn’t lying about vampires being real. I felt a sharp pain in my neck. Then he took a long draw of my blood.
Konstatine stepped back. I felt my chest start to feel warm. My blood was rushing down the front of me.
He smiled. This time it was no normal smile. He’s canines had turned into fangs that were slightly red because of blood. My blood.
My ears started to ring and I felt light headed. I was losing too much blood.
“So do you want to leave this colorless existence, with your soon-to-be cheating wife and your nag of a boss? Do you want to have an eternity of fun, with no judgments from meaningless people?” he ran his index finger down my blood stained chest, “with people just like you?”
I couldn’t tell if it was from the blood lose or not, but I said yes.
Konstatine pulled a straight blade from his pocket, removed one of his jacket sleeves, the sliced. At first it was just a line of red. But then blood started to poor from it. He raised the wound to my lips, and I drank.
I looked at him in the mirror. He was enjoying the view of me drinking his blood. With a smile on his face he licked the blood off his finger.
Then I looked at myself. Something had changed. Something was very different about me.
I blinked hard. I had red eyes. Life as I knew it was over. And this life, is already more interesting.