WIP - Untitled Vampire story - 2590 Word count

Agustin hurried along the cracked, dirty sidewalk, his eyes darting here and there. On his left was a broken, deserted stretch of road, on his right, a high chain-link fence with barbed wire covering the top. It surrounded some old, abandoned factory. Agustin hadn’t been in town long enough to know what place it was. He wasn’t sure why he was in this part of town. Only that the mysterious guy promised him two hundred dollars to blow him if he showed up. Two hundred was a hell of a lot of money in Agustin’s world. He hadn’t eaten in three days, his ribs and collar bones poking out almost obscenely. Just having a decent meal and maybe a low cost motel bed to lay his head for a night had him hurrying even more. He was coming up on the overpass where the man had said to meet him. How the man knew Agustin preferred men, he wasn’t sure. Well, maybe it was because the dark haired guy had caught him getting fucked in an alley and saw the stranger hand Agustin twenty bucks when he was done.

Agustin slowed, gazing around to see if the man was here. He didn’t see anything but trash blowing in the wind and a few straggly trees swaying. He stopped and leaned against the cold concrete. Maybe he’d beaten the guy here. He didn’t want to consider the man was just yanking his chain and wasn’t going to show up. Agustin was too desperate for the money. His stomach growled in agreement. He pushed himself off the rough overpass and paced. Seemed like he’d been waiting forever, but it was probably only about thirty minutes. Disappointed and angry he was about to turn and leave when he was suddenly grabbed from behind, strong arms pinning his to his sides. He yelped in surprise and struggled, but there was no breaking the iron grip that surrounded him. He was too weak with hunger and despair to put up much of a fight anyway. He grew limp, his breath coming in gasps. “W..what do you want?” Agustin managed to stutter out. “You.” The voice was silky smooth and low and Agustin shivered.

Agustin felt the man’s arms move so that only one was holding him tight against a hard chest. Agustin tried to turn around but was held in place. The man’s hand came up and gripped Agustin’s head and tilted it. Agustin had no idea what the man planned, but started screaming when he felt the overwhelming pain of sharp teeth sinking into the side of his neck. Through the haze of agony, Agustin could feel the man sucking hard and the hot, wet trail of blood dripping down his chest and back. Agustin had heard, once, from another runaway that vampires existed. That was a long time ago and Agustin hadn’t believed the other boy. Vampires were a myth, a legend, a fantasy. Apparently not. Agustin felt his body growing weaker by the moment. This one was going to suck him dry. Agustin’s last thought before darkness took him was that he would have liked a last meal before dying.

WIP - A Silver Spoon Tarnished - Not started

Brennan Arling McDonnell III was a spoiled, pretentious rich boy. Coddled all his life by servants and his family’s money, he hid his pain under layers of arrogance and cruelty. He could probably count on one hand how many times he’d been in the presence of either parent.

Always looking for that adrenaline rush that pushed the pain away, he finally went too far, threatening a government official. Thanks to his father’s high priced attorneys, Brennan didn’t even spend a night in jail. He walked out of the precinct with a smirk on his face, thinking he was home free.

But Brennan found out he wasn’t as free as he thought. Upon sentencing, he was given a year of probation. Probation that curtailed all of Brennan’s fun. And the outlet that allowed him to endure the lie he lived. But the worst part of it all was his probation officer.

Corydon Fitzgerald, Brennan’s probation officer, was beautiful, sexy, confident and…out. Brennan hated him instantly. The jealousy at the ease in which Cori lived his life tore at Brennan, making him lash out repeatedly. That Cori was understanding as well only fueled Brennan’s resentment. Months into his probation, Cori had managed to work his way under Brennan’s carefully constructed defenses, and into his heart.

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It had taken ten years for Corydon Fitzgerald to get over the betrayal of his ex lover. It had shattered his heart and his trust to find out John had only been stringing him along for the sex and had never really cared about him. Thanks to John, Cori would never trust another aristocratic, self-centered rich boy. They were all the same. Self serving, arrogant and heartless.

Cori could have killed his boss when he got assigned to Brennan McDonnell. Brennan could have been a clone of John personality-wise. Looks? Not so much. Brennan was absolutely gorgeous, and unfortunately, knew it. Cori hated him on sight.

But he was attracted to the pompous bastard too. An attraction Cori didn’t want. But as time went by, he began to see under the layers that shielded Brennan from the world. Here and there, pain leaked out that Brennan always quickly hid with snide remarks and inappropriate actions.

Slowly, Cori learned to understand Brennan. But was it enough? Would Brennan be able to put aside his smoke screen of haughty indifference and reveal who he really was? Would Cori be able to let go of the hurt and mistrust and make himself vulnerable to Brennan? And would either survive when Cori’s own secret came to light?