The More Things Change
By: Julie
© 2000-2001
Julie jumped when the
phone rang. She was so engrossed in the afghan she was making she hadn't
noticed that the CDs in the changer had run their course and the apartment was
silent, so the sudden noise had scared the bejeezes out of her.
"Hello?" she
said, cradling the handset of the cordless between her neck and shoulder while
she stretched and bent her cramped fingers.
"Hey baby, how you
doin'?" the deep bass voice rumbled in her ear.
"Ooo, you know I just
love it when you call me baby," she said dryly.
He chuckled. "Sorry
sweetcheeks."
"Oh, that's much
better...."
"Glad you like it.
Now, what are you doing tonight?"
"No plans. Why,
what's up?"
"There's a new
little club in town and a few of us thought we'd go check it out. Live jazz
music, relaxed atmosphere....."
Julie made a face.
"Euch. Lance, you know I hate jazz."
"Oh I know, but
it'll be fun. Chris and Dani will be there, and I think a couple other of
Chris' friends, and Justin and Lara. You like her."
She laughed at his
efforts to convince her to go. "It's not a matter of not liking your
friends. It's just... I don't know, I feel like this is more of a stay in
night. I'm sorry, sweetie. You go ahead without me." Truth be told, she did
have plans for the night, but they involved nothing more than a bubble bath, a
terrycloth robe, and curling up with a good book. Or a good man, whichever made
itself more available. The book was looking good to win tonight. Step right up
and place your bets.
"Are you
sure?"
"Positive. Look,
we're still on for tomorrow, right?"
"I'm yours all day
and all night." She could hear the smile in his voice.
"Okay then. You go,
have fun, say hi to everyone for me, and then stop here on your way home. We can
start tomorrow with breakfast," she finished teasingly.
He moaned. "How did
I get so lucky?"
"I still ask myself
that sometimes."
"Gee,
thanks..."
"Any time, hon. Go
on, get yourself ready, and have a good time tonight."
"Alright. Love
you."
"Love you too.
Bye."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Lance wandered into the
intimate little club and looked around. He found his friends already there,
seated at a large table in a back corner. He was greeted by a chorus of voices
as he sat in an empty seat, and he ordered a beer from the waitress who
immediately appeared.
"Hey man, where's
Julie tonight?" Chris asked.
"This isn't really
her thing, so she decided to just stay home."
"What, spending an
evening with her boyfriend and his friends isn't her thing?"
"No, going to
little jazz clubs isn't her thing," he snapped back, then he relaxed his
voice. "Besides, we're spending the day together tomorrow, so it's all
good. She says hi to everyone, by the way." He liked the fact that he was
finally with a woman who didn't feel the need to spend every waking moment by
his side, but his friends didn't always see his point and they gave him grief
over it.
"Hey, I hear this
place is supposed to have great live talent," Justin said, changing the
subject.
Dani nodded. "A
friend told me about it. She said they get a new act just about every
night........"
They all got into a
discussion about other clubs and singers, though it wasn't long before a tall,
exotic looking woman appeared on the small stage at one end of the room. When
the noise level had died down and she had everyone's attention – which didn't
take long, as she seemed to have a presence about her that simply demanded
attention – she welcomed everyone and introduced their entertainment for the evening.
She left the stage and was quickly replaced by a solo male singer with a backup
band.
"Damn, I was hoping
she'd sing for us tonight," Justin whispered, for which he was rewarded
with an elbow to the ribs from Lara. "Ouch, woman."
No one spoke for the
rest of the set, as the man on the stage had as much of a presence as the woman
who had introduced him. He sang with a low, sultry sound, with a power in his
voice that betrayed the soft volume he used throughout. He spun every note as
if his life depended on its existence. The room was mesmerized, and when he
finished the set there was a hush before the applause broke out and
conversations started again.
"I'm gonna get
another drink," Lance said. "Anyone want anything?" No one did,
so he headed off for the bar along the far side of the club. Being the
between-set break, there was a line-up, so he waited his turn.
"Enjoying
yourself?" a voice said behind him.
He turned to find
himself facing the singer. He smiled. "Yeah, it's great. I mean, we're all
really enjoying it. You're very talented." He cleared his throat and
cursed himself for stammering like a school girl.
The man smiled warmly,
though something different flashed in his eyes. "Thank you," he said,
then he extended his hand. "Eric," he said.
"Lance." He
shook Eric's hand, though he never broke eye contact. He finally forced himself
to look away, and his eyes traced the soft sandy hair that fell in short waves
around Eric's forehead and ears.
"I see you're here
alone."
"No, I'm here with
a group of friends." Lance motioned to the table where they were all
sitting.
Eric didn't look over
there, but continued his unnerving gaze on the young man before him. "Yes,
but you came alone."
It was a statement, not
a question, but Lance was stunned into answering. "Uh, yeah, I did."
Eric nodded briefly, and
his eyes took on a pitying look, though in a moment it was gone, making Lance
wonder if he'd seen it at all. "Enjoy the rest of your evening. Perhaps
we'll meet again."
Lance tried to stammer
an answer, but Eric was already gone. "Damn," he muttered under his
breath, and he shook his head quickly to clear it. "What the hell was
that?"
He got his drink and
returned to the table. He unconsciously started rubbing his hands together, then
he pinned his right hand between his left arm and side.
"Cold hands?"
Dani asked him with amusement.
"Yeah, from
carrying that darned chilled bottle over here," he answered quickly,
though something nagged at him. His conscious mind wasn't allowing him to
register how cold Eric's hand had been when he shook it.
The second set began,
followed by a third, and though an eerie quiet descended over the room during
the sets, everyone talked animatedly between them. Before they knew it the bar
was warning last call, and then the room was clearing.
Chris looked around at
their small group while they filtered towards the exit. "Dancing anyone? I
think The Zone is open for a couple more hours."
"Sounds great to
me," Justin said, getting a nod of agreement from Lara. The others with
them all chimed in their own agreement, Lance included. He briefly considered
calling Julie to see if she'd like to come along – dance clubs *are* her thing
– but one look at his watch assured him she'd already be in bed asleep. That
thought made him consider ditching the dancing idea and heading to her place
now instead of later.
"Leaving so
soon?" Eric appeared at his side.
Lance shrugged and
gestured around the room. "Club's closing."
Chris, Dani, and the
others were farther ahead, but Justin noticed Eric standing there. "Hey
man, great work tonight."
Lara nodded and smiled
at him. "I loved your last song especially."
Eric thanked them
graciously enough, though he acknowledged them with barely a flicker of a
glance. "The owner lets me stay as late as I like," he continued
speaking to Lance. "I hoped you'd stay, and we could jam a little. You are
a musician, aren't you."
Again, it was more of a
statement than a question. Lance groaned inwardly. He had hoped he'd make it
through the evening without being recognized. "Yeah, I am..."
Eric smiled. "Good.
I could see it in you."
'Maybe he didn't
recognize me,' Lance thought. But what a strange statement to make... "I
should really go...."
"She can wait a few
more hours." Eric fixed Lance with that intense gaze of his. "You
were going to spend more time out with your friends anyway."
"True, I
was..." 'How did he know all that?' he thought, but he found himself
calling to his friends, without really thinking about it. "You guys go on
without me. I'm gonna stay here for a bit, then I'll just go home."
"Sure, whatever you
want, dude." Chris looked at him strangely but chose not to comment.
"Catch you later?"
"Yeah,
sure...."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
When Julie awoke the
next morning, the first thing she noticed was that she was alone in her bed.
The second was that it was barely 8 am. She sat up and cursed, her temper
flaring. "Goddamn bastard. Tells me he'll come straight here, we're
supposed to spend a nice day together....." Her rational mind soon took
over, though, reminding her that this was not at all like him, and maybe she
should actually be worried. She pulled on her robe and decided to at least
check the couch – maybe he hadn't wanted to wake her up. "Even though he
knows he can crawl in whenever he wants...." she muttered. Nope, couch was
empty. She grabbed the phone and dialed his home number. The answering machine
clicked in and she heard her own giggling voice. "Hi, you've reached
Lance's place. He, um, can't come to the phone right now, so leave him a
message and he'll call you when he's, uh, not busy any more." She hung up.
She still hadn't completely decided if she was angry or worried, though she did
know her own temper; better not to risk leaving a message she might regret
later. Next she dialed his cell phone, but she only got his answering service
there, too.
She sat on the couch and
took a few deep breaths. She ran through her options in her mind. She could
call the people she knew he was with last night to see if they knew anything
about when he'd left and what he'd said. No, she didn't want to seem clingy, or
like she was checking up on him. She could go over to his house to see if he
was there and not answering the phone. She shook her head. Checking up again.
Besides, he might call while she was out. She could wait and see if he'd call
her on his own later, or show up at her doorstep. That sounded like the best
option, saving the first two for later. They were planning on spending the day together,
after all. If he was too late, she'd have grounds to be worried and to start
checking on him.
That decided, she had a
long hot shower, then fixed herself a small breakfast. By 9:30 she was wearing
tracks in her carpet, pacing the apartment. By 11 she'd had enough of waiting.
She sighed and tried both of Lance's numbers again, both with the same results
as before, then she dialed Chris' number. No answer. Damn. She started to dial
Justin's, then remembered that he'd changed it recently and she didn't have the
new one yet. She didn't have Danielle's number, but Lara had given her hers at
a party a few weeks ago. She fished in her purse for the card she'd slipped in
there, and came up triumphant. She dialed the number quickly.
"Hello?"
"Hello, may I speak
with Lara please?"
"Speaking."
"Hi, this is Julie
calling." She hoped she'd remember her; they'd only met a few times.
"Julie, hi! Hey, we
missed you last night."
She smiled despite
herself. "Thanks." Then she remembered why she was calling. "Um,
Lara," she sighed, "okay, this is going to sound really paranoid,
but... Did Lance say anything last night when you guys all left? Like, did he
say where he was going, or did he seem strange to you?" Lara hesitated
before answering, and Julie cursed herself, wondering what she must be thinking
of her right now, checking up on her boyfriend like this.
"Actually, now that
you mention it, he did seem a little odd." She explained what had happened
as they were leaving the club, and how Lance had stayed behind. "Why,
didn't he show up there this morning?"
Julie frowned. "No,
he didn't. And he's not home, either. At least, he's not answering his
phones." She paused. "This isn't like him at all."
"No.... Well, I'm
sure he'll turn up sooner or later. He's probably just sleeping off a late
night." She brightened her voice, trying to reassure her friend. She
decided to change the subject to get her mind off it. "You really should
have come with us to The Haven last night, the guy they had was really great."
Julie lifted her head.
"Wait, Lara, what did you say the club was called?"
"The Haven,
why?"
A random thought
occurred to her. It was a long shot, a really really long shot, but she had to
know. "What was the singer's name?"
"Um, Eric something.
Wait, I think I've still got the flyer around here somewhere..." Julie
could hear papers rustling over the phone line. "Ah, here it is. Zane.
Eric Zane."
"Oh, God...."
"What is it? Julie,
are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm
fine," she answered, her voice shaking. "Um, where is The
Haven?"
Lara read off an address
from the flyer, and Julie jotted it down. "Thanks for all your help, Lara.
I've gotta go. I'll call you again later."
"Okay, no problem.
And don't worry about Lance, I'm sure he's fine."
"I hope
so....."
Julie hung up and stared
at the phone. The Haven. Zane. She had to find Lance. Had to find him *now*.
Julian. She had to call Julian. He'd know where to look. He'd know what to do.
She had started running
through the apartment, never making it more than 3 steps before changing her
plan of action and heading a different direction. Finally she stopped in the
middle of the living room. "Julie! Focus!" she shouted at herself.
She dialed the number of
Julian Luna's cell phone in San Francisco. While it rang, she put on her shoes
and grabbed her purse from the kitchen. She ended up at his voice mail.
"Dammit, is nobody home today?" she muttered, then left him a message
to call her immediately, with her cell number.
She ran down to her car
and started driving. She'd try The Haven first, since it was closer, and then
Lance's house. If he wasn't there.... she decided not to think about that until
she had to. She pulled to the curb outside the small club and got out. Of
course, the doors were locked, but she walked all around the building, being
sure to check every nook and cranny in the alleyways behind and beside. 'He
wouldn't leave him lying in the alley,' she thought. 'This is Zane we're
talking about, sure he would. Just not this close to home,' the inner voice
added with dismay.
The place was clear –
well, clear of what she was looking for anyway – so she headed to his house
next, not expecting to find him there. Halfway there her phone rang, and she
grabbed for it eagerly.
"Hello?"
"I got your
message. What's wrong?"
Julie allowed herself a
small smile. Julian never was one to waste words. "I thought you and
Lillie took care of Zane years ago."
"Excuse me?"
"Zane? Remember,
the nightclub singer who would embrace young groupies then desert them in the
streets?" Her voice dripped with sarcasm. No one could forget Zane or the
havoc he wreaked. "He's back, he's in Orlando now, and he's not just going
after groupies any more." She knew she was jumping to a lot of conclusions,
but she didn't care. She was scared, dammit.
"I watched Lillie
end his life with my own eyes."
She could hear his voice
smouldering. "Well then it seems he has an imitator. Maybe he kept one
childe near him long enough to teach him a few things."
"Wait, Julie, how
do you know all these things? Are you alright?"
"Not exactly. Some
friends of mine went to The Haven last night – sound familiar? – and met a
singer named Eric Zane, who apparently seemed to take an interest in my
boyfriend. Who is now missing." She couldn't keep her voice from shaking
on the last part. It wasn't the complete truth, she hadn't checked his house
yet, but she figured exaggeration would work in her favour in this case.
"I'll be there by tonight, if not sooner."
"Thank you,
Julian."
"Be careful."
She hit "end"
and tossed the phone onto the seat next to her. She felt a little better having
spoken with Julian, but she was still worried as she pulled up to Lance's
house. His car wasn't in the driveway. She did a cursory check of the grounds
immediately surrounding the house first, then used her key to let herself in.
She checked every room
on the lower floor before heading upstairs where the kitchen, den, and bedrooms
were. Even though she knew that if he was there at all he'd most likely be in
his bedroom, she saved that room for last. She hesitated outside the closed
door, afraid of what she might – or might not – find inside. She pushed the
door open.
She peered inside the
dark room and was extremely surprised to see Lance's form sprawled out on top
of the bed. She blinked back the tears of relief that sprang to her eyes, and
slowly walked over to where he lay. She watched him breathing peacefully in his
sleep, making happy mental notes of the facts that there were no marks on his neck
or arms, and his face and neck were completely clean. Her mind had a
conversation with itself: 'That doesn't tell you anything. Kindred clean up
pretty well after themselves.' 'Not Zane, he never bothered.' 'This isn't Zane,
remember, it's a protégé. Maybe he learned a thing or two on his own.' She knew
what she had to do. She took a deep breath and knelt by the bed.
She bent over and placed
an ear on Lance's chest. Nothing. She bit her lip. She felt first at his wrist,
then at his neck. Nothing in either spot. She finally gave into the tears, laid
her head on the bed next to Lance, and sobbed until she couldn't breathe.
Her sobs finally
subsided to sniffles, and after awhile she felt Lance stir beside her. She
wiped her eyes and tried to smile at him. "Hey there," she said.
"Good
morning," he mumbled, then he noticed her red puffy eyes. "Hey,
what's wrong?" He wiped the remaining tears from her cheek with his thumb.
She didn't answer – she had no idea what to say – but he quickly filled in for
her. "Oh, God, I was supposed to go over there last night, wasn't I? Oh,
I'm so sorry honey...." He started to sit up and move towards her, but his
head swam when he tried to move.
She quickly reached out
to help him, and shook her head. "No, no, that's okay. How... how are you
feeling today?"
He cleared his throat
and shook his head as she helped him to stand. "I feel like death warmed
over." She winced at his choice of words and followed him to the kitchen.
He poured himself a large glass of Gatorade and downed it quickly. He shook his
head again and blinked hard a few times. "Ah, geez... I feel like I've got
the worst hangover of my life, but I didn't even drink that much last night. At
least I don't think I did....."
'It's not how much you
drank, but what,' Julie thought, but she kept quiet.
"Come to think of
it, I don't even remember how I got home last night. Man, what
happened...." He winced in pain and leant against the kitchen doorframe
before continuing into the living room. He collapsed on the couch, wincing and
groaning again.
Julie sat next to him,
and when he turned to look at her, the fearful eyes she saw were golden instead
of their natural pale green. She swallowed. She had seen those eyes before, but
she never thought she'd see them coming from Lance. She held her right wrist
out to him, willing it not to shake so much.
"Here," she
said, "just try not to take too much, you don't want to do permanent
damage." She hoped his new instincts would take over, and she wouldn't
have to explain too much until she'd had more time to think. But he looked at
her, not understanding. "I can go get a knife, or you can just use your
teeth," she prompted.
He ran his tongue across
his teeth, and sure enough his incisors had grown long and pointed. He was sure
they were normal a minute before.... He looked back at his girlfriend.
"Julie, what the hell's happening to me?"
She placed her left hand
gently but firmly on the back of his neck. "Sssh. I'll explain everything
later. Right now you need blood."
"Blood?!? No!
What..." He tried to push her wrist away from where she still held it
before his face, but she kept it there. He needed to drink; she needed to
convince him somehow. She leaned closer to whisper to him. He shivered at the
feel of her hot breath tickling his ear.
"You can hear my
heartbeat, can't you? You can see the blood in my veins; you can smell
it....."
He slowly reached out
both hands to her outstretched arm and cautiously pulled it closer to him. He
stopped when his lips just brushed her skin. He closed his eyes and grit his
teeth together. "I'm sorry," he whispered, then he sank his teeth
into her wrist. He quickly removed them to allow the hot liquid to flow freely.
He didn't hear her yelp of pain; the sound of her heartbeat and the taste of
her blood pulsing against the back of his mouth were overpowering all other
sensations.
She resisted the urge to
yank her arm away from him. Not that she could have. He had always been
stronger than her, and now, even as a new childe, he was stronger than most
humans.
He drank. He sucked at
the wounds on her arm, swallowing deeply. Finally, a voice started to break
through the haze filling his mind.
"...Lance, that's
enough. Lance, stop. Stop!" He pulled back and squinted at her, not seeing
clearly. Blood flowed down her arm from the gashes he had left. "Seal
them, quick."
"How..." His
head was so fuzzy, he could barely understand anything.
"Just...." she
waved her other hand at her arm. "Lick them."
He ran his tongue over
the marks and they disappeared as if by magic. He lapped up the red rivers on
her arm, then sat back and looked at her. He shook his head slowly; his
breathing was ragged. "I.... I'm...."
"It's okay."
She stood. "Sleep. Rest. I'll be here, don't worry."
He barely nodded, and
stretched out on the couch. Julie had been pleased to see that when he had
looked at her just then, his eyes were back to their beautiful green. 'That'll
be enough to hold him, for now,' she thought. She wanted nothing more than to
lie down and sleep next to him – the day's activities thus far had left her
feeling rather drained, no pun intended – but she had to make a call.
She took her cell phone
out to the deck with a large glass of juice from the fridge and sat in the
chair such that she could still see inside the house. She dialed Julian's
number for the second time that day, and this time he answered on the first
ring.
"I found him,"
she said after their greetings. "He was at home, if you can believe
it."
"And is he
alright?"
She laughed wryly.
"Depends on how you define 'alright'."
"Zane embraced
him."
"Yeah."
"I'm sorry."
"Yeah."
"I was able to get
away quickly, I think I should be there in about an hour."
"How on
earth...."
"Birds can fly
faster than planes," was all he would say, though she could practically
hear him smirking.
"No they
can't," she protested.
"Well, we have to
make less connections...."
She laughed – and boy,
did it feel good.
"I actually am on a
plane. I wasn't home when you called, I was closer than that. We should be
landing soon, then I'll fly myself to where you are."
She gave him Lance's
address, directions from the airport 'as the raven flies', so to speak, and a
few landmarks to look for from the air. They hung up, and she wandered back
into the house, curled up on the easy chair by the sofa, and dozed off.
Julie swatted at
something annoying at her forehead. It came back. She swatted again, and it
returned again. She finally opened her eyes and found herself looking into the
dark eyes of a man with fine, chiseled features who was brushing a stray lock
of hair from her face. She smiled and stood.
"Julian!" she
whispered.
They held each other
silently for a long while. It had been years since they had seen each other.
"Thank you for
coming so quickly."
"You knew I would,
for you. I've already spoken with Francois Cartier, the Prince of this city. It
seems he's been suspecting a problem for about a week, but had no proof and no
clues until now." He turned to look at the sleeping figure on the couch.
"How is he?"
"He's doing okay,
actually."
"Have you explained
things?"
She shook her head.
"He's figured out the basics, but I haven't told him anything yet."
"How long ago did
he feed?"
Julie looked at her
watch. "Not quite an hour ago."
Julian nodded. "He
should stay asleep for at least another hour. Let's go outside so we can
talk."
They wandered a little
way into the landscaped garden in the yard before stopping and facing each
other.
"You look
good," Julie said to him. He hadn't changed a bit, but of course she
hadn't expected him to.
He smiled. "So do
you." He traced a finger down the side of her face, and frowned at her
pale complexion. "He took too much from you."
"Not quite,"
she said, not mentioning that he had come close. "I'll be okay."
Julian glanced back at
the house. "I didn't realize who he was when you called."
"The great Prince
Julian recognizes a boyband member?" She was quite amused.
He raised an eyebrow at
her. "I do own a group of newspapers. It's my job to know what's going on
in the media."
"Mm-hm."
His eyes darkened, all
amusement gone from them. "He's a danger to the Masquerade."
She coughed. "What,
just because he lives in the public eye?"
"He doesn't live in
the public eye, he lives under the public microscope!"
"Yeah, so he knows
how to keep things hidden about himself. He can learn to hide this, too.
Julian, you of all people know it's possible to live a normal life within the
bounds of the Masquerade."
"He doesn't live a
normal life! There's no way he can keep this hidden for long."
"Give him a
chance," she snapped defensively. "Besides, what are his options?
Leave the group to regain a life of obscurity, and without a good enough reason
the media digs and pries until they find the truth. Fake his own death so they
won't follow him, but then not only does he destroy so many lives, the media
will again be all over it until they realize it was only staged."
"It doesn't have to
be staged."
Julie slapped him before
she even knew what she was doing. "How dare you?!?" she hissed.
"You, with all your precious morality and your precious laws, you would
condemn his life when he hasn't even done anything! And you know you can't take
a Kindred life without just cause, and without the Prince declaring Blood
Hunt."
"I *am* the
Prince!"
"Of San Francisco!
You're a little out of your bounds here."
"Aren't you being a
little too protective of what you don't know?"
"I think someone
has to maintain some level of humanity here, since you seem to have lost
yours."
She might as well have
slapped him again. The little of his humanity he had left after all these years
was something he clung to like a liferaft, and she knew it. She felt bad for
the words as soon as she'd said them, but she wouldn't apologize.
She softened her voice.
"Give him a chance," she said again.
He gave a resigned sigh.
"Alright. Explain as much as you can to him when he wakes up. I'll be back
tonight to help fill in the blanks. Until then, I have to meet some of the
locals. But first, I'd like to know what happened."
She told him the story
of the night before and that morning as best she understood it. He left, with a
promise to return that evening, and she went back into the house. She curled up
in her chair again and watched Lance until he awoke.
"Hi," he said
with a small smile. "What time is it?"
"Just after
3."
"Wow. Man, did I
sleep." He sat up and ran a hand through his hair. "I had the
strangest dream last night..." he stopped when he saw the sad look in her
eyes. "It wasn't a dream, was it?" She shook her head. "Damn. I
was hoping that it was."
"Sorry."
He sighed. "I
figured even my brain couldn't come up with something that bizarre. But it was
worth a shot." She laughed. He ran his tongue around his mouth and
frowned. "My teeth feel normal again."
Julie nodded. "The
fangs will come and go as you need them. I think eventually you should even
gain some conscious control over them."
He considered that, then
he looked at her sharply as something occurred to him. "Are you..."
"No," she said
quickly. "But I do know a lot about them... you," she corrected
herself. This was going to be hard.
"How?"
"It's a long story.
Why don't you go have a shower and change into some clean clothes, then we can
go for a walk."
Lance looked down at
himself and realized he was still wearing his clothes from the night before.
"Good idea." He stood and reached for her. "Come here," he
said. She stood, and he held her tightly. She buried her face in his chest and
wrapped her arms around his back. He stroked her hair and kissed the top of her
head, then pulled away. He left the room without another word, and soon she
could hear the shower running.
Ten minutes later Lance
was back in the living room, freshly cleaned and dressed in light sweat pants
and a T-shirt. Julie tried to hide her smile. It seemed his new
fashion sense hadn't
taken over yet; no self-respecting Toreador would ever wear
sweats, even just around
the house.
"Shall we?" he
asked.
"We shall."
Julie stood and led the way out the doors to the porch. He started to follow
her, but he stopped short at the threshold.
"Wait a minute.
Won't the sun.... hurt me?"
She struggled to control
her mouth. 'Don't laugh,' she chided herself. 'He doesn't know any better yet.'
"No. It won't bother you as long as you've fed recently," she said to
him. "Forget everything you've learned about.... vampires... from movies
and books. Most of it's wrong, fed to the media to keep people in the
dark."
He laughed.
"Really?"
"Oh yeah. Kindred
actually hired Bram Stoker to write Dracula, deliberately giving him
misinformation to base it on, so the hunters of the time would be sent
off-track."
"Very clever."
"It worked, didn't
it?" She held out her hand to him. "So are you coming?"
He reached out and took
her hand, then slowly stepped out of the house. He breathed a small sigh of
relief. Despite her reassurances, he had still half-expected to be burnt to a
crisp when the sun's rays hit him. He smiled and turned his face into the
warmth. He had been dreading the thought of living out his life without ever
feeling it again.
Lance entwined his
fingers with Julie's as they walked, headed for the small lake on his property.
"Kindred," he said slowly, testing the word. "So that's what
we're called?"
Julie nodded.
"Vampire is a human word. Most Kindred don't like it, they see it as an
insult actually." She paused, not sure where to begin her explanations. He
soon helped her.
"So, what else
about the movies has been wrong?"
She decided that was a
good place to start. Comparing movie falsehoods with Kindred fact would help
him put things into perspective. She thought for a moment. "Well, one
thing they got right is that you do have to drink blood to live. But not nearly
as much as they've made it out to seem. You can still eat and drink regular
food, though you don't have to. It just helps to maintain the Masquerade."
"The Masquerade?
What's that?"
"I'll get to that
later. It's probably the most important part in all this, but you need to know
the basics first."
"Okay. Keep going.
What else did they get wrong?"
"Let's see.... you
do have a mirror reflection. You don't have to sleep all day and come out only
at night, obviously. And you don't sleep in a coffin, either."
He chuckled.
"That's good to know."
"I'm sure."
"Will I live
forever? I mean, assuming I'm not forcibly killed at some point."
"No. But you'll age
about 10 times slower than us humans. And even though you'll always heal really
quickly, the right kind of damage, or simply enough damage, can still kill
you."
"What about things
like garlic and crosses?"
She gave him a funny
look, then reached over to him, lifted the ever-present cross hanging from his
neck, and let it fall back to his chest.
"Oh....
right." He hadn't even thought about that. "Can I read minds? The guy
who did this to me seemed to be able to, but I can't... like... I don't get
anything from you, not yet at least."
She pursed her lips.
"Hmmm... I'm not sure about that one. I think it must be an individual
thing, since I know Julian can't, but you say Zane could." She shrugged.
"Zane? Oh yeah, I
guess that was his last name. But who's Julian?"
"Julian is... an
old friend," she decided was the easiest way to put it. "He's here
actually. He'll come by later tonight to answer questions for you that I
can't."
"That's how you
know about all this, isn't it? And how you knew to come find me."
Julie nodded. "When
you didn't show up last night or this morning, I made some calls, and Lara told
me where you'd all gone last night. I recognized both the singer's name and the
name of the club from back in San Francisco. The 'Zane' there must have been
Eric's sire; he did the same things over there as Eric seems to be doing here."
"I see."
They had reached the
lake, and they sat on a bench by the shore. Julie looked out across the water.
"If I had gone with you last night, I would have recognized the names
then. I could have stopped this."
"He would have just
chosen another victim, who more than likely wouldn't have anyone there to help
them. I'm glad you're here to help me."
Julie scoffed. "Too
little too late."
"No, it's
not." Lance lifted her hand and kissed her fingertips, and she managed a
small smile. He thought for a moment, trying to remember other things he'd seen
in movies and read in books. "Can I fly?"
"Not as you are,
you can't. But you can change into a bird."
"Really?"
She giggled. He sounded
like a little boy in awe. "Mm-hm. And a wolf."
"Wow. How do I do
that?"
She shrugged again.
"Beats me. You'll have to ask Julian that one."
He nodded and thought
again. "What else do I need to know?"
"Oh, gosh.
Tons..... Okay. The clans." She briefly described each of the four other
main clans to him – Gangrel, Brujah, Nosferatu, and Ventrue – then went into
his own in a little more detail. "You're a Toreador. They're the artists.
Poets, painters, sculptors, musicians.... free spirits, creative minds, and all
that." She went on to describe more of the clan's culture and attitudes,
along with Kindred hierarchy. Each clan in a city has a leader, called the
Primogen, and every city has one Prince.
Lance thought about that
for a moment. "So, with these clans, are they just the types of people who
are typically...." He searched for the word.
"Embraced,"
Julie provided.
"....embraced, or
are these characteristics that will eventually take over anyone in the
clan?"
"Definitely the
second. Though I suppose it's natural for, say, an artist to be more likely to
choose another artist to embrace, so I guess it's a little of both." She
paused, and chuckled lightly. "It's almost too bad Eric was Toreador,
really. With your business sense, you'd have made a formidable Ventrue."
"Thank you,"
he smiled, then he furrowed his brow. "But since I've already got a
natural business sense, and I've always struggled a bit with my creativity,
won't my Toreador nature help me with that?"
"It might. Or it
might overpower your business side completely. You could end up finding the
professional music industry too stifling, eventually."
"Preferring to play
small clubs like The Haven," he finished softly. He shook his head slowly.
"Ironic, isn't it? Professional musician becomes an artist by nature, and
ends up driven from the music industry."
"We don't know
that's what'll happen," Julie quickly reassured him. "It's like
personality. You can generalize, but you can't pigeonhole. Just wait and see.
Your two sides could end up complementing each other."
"Yeah..."
Something occurred to him. "Wait, don't I have to leave the industry
anyway? Become a part of Kindred society?"
"Oh, no. Everything
stays the same, from the outside. That's the Masquerade."
"Really..... So
that means....."
She nodded. "There
are Kindred everywhere. At the club last night, probably half the crowd was
Kindred."
"Wow. I had no
idea."
"Exactly.
'Masquerade' is basically the title covering all Kindred laws that collectively
allow you to remain undetected." She started ticking things off on her fingers.
"You have to continue to obey all human laws; you can't kill another
Kindred unless the Prince calls for it first; you can't kill a human, or
embrace them without the Prince's permission...."
"Then what about
Eric? Somehow I doubt he got permission for this." He gestured at his own
body.
"If Eric's not dead
by now, he will be soon."
Lance paled and
swallowed. "Go on...."
"Well, beyond that
it's all little things, most of them common sense, really. Being able to eat
and drink, and to tolerate sunlight, help you maintain the illusion of being
human. Plus you can make people forget, if they see something they
shouldn't."
"And I take it
Julian will teach me that too?" Julie nodded. He blew out a breath of air.
"Wow. This is going to be hard, with the media on me the way it is. The
guys'll be a big help, they can cover for me when I need it.... Oh, geez, what
are they gonna think about all this?"
"They're not going
to think anything, because they won't know anything." He looked at her,
not quite understanding her point. "Lance, *nobody* can know what you are.
Not even them."
"What? Come on,
Julie, we don't have any secrets between us, you know that. Besides, how can I
keep this from them? We're all so close, emotionally *and* physically, sharing
busses and everything, they're going to figure it out eventually."
"Then you'll make
them forget."
"I can't do
that.... I can't lie to them...."
"I'm sorry, but
you're going to have to. No one can know that anything has changed."
"No....." He
rested his elbows on his knees and buried his face in his hands. The
realization that he'd have to start lying to everyone he knew hit him like a
brick, and it brought with it the full meaning of everything that was happening
to him.
Julie placed a comforting
hand on his back, and when his shoulders started to shake she pulled him close
to her. He cried on her shoulder, mourning his own life, afraid for the future,
and overwhelmed by it all.
When Lance finally
lifted his head, he saw the trails of blood soaking into Julie's shirt.
"Oh, God... What..."
At first she couldn't
figure out what was panicking him, then she saw the stains. "No, Lance,
it's okay." She reached out and wiped his cheek, then showed him the red
streak on her thumb. "It's your tears." She started to bring her
thumb to her mouth – sucking on scrapes and paper cuts had never bothered her –
but she quickly stopped herself, wiping the digit on her already bloody shirt.
"I can never taste your blood," she explained. "It's... It'll...
Well I'm not really sure what it'll do. Julian wouldn't tell me that, only that
it was very bad."
He sighed. "Great,
now on top of everything else, I cry blood tears." He started wiping his
face on the sleeve of her shirt (no sense ruining two), and soon they were both
laughing at the absurdity of the situation. "You know, I think this might
be the hardest part to hide. I've never been ashamed to cry in front of the
guys, so I don't even think about it. Now I've got to remember to bottle it up
or get out of there." He sat back and watched some ducks paddling slowly
across the lake. "If no humans are supposed to know about us, how do you
know so much?"
She was wondering when
he'd get to that question. "When I first found out what Julian was, he
tried to make me forget. Unfortunately, he tried to wipe out too long a time
period, and it wasn't totally effective. It all gradually came back to me. I
guess he couldn't bring himself to kill me, or make me like him, so we forged a
pact. I would live within the same bounds of the Masquerade that he did, and he
would protect my life. With the understanding, of course, that if I ever broke
it, well....." She didn't need to finish. It was the same fate for any
Kindred who broke the Masquerade.
"I'm sure the
others weren't happy about that."
"They weren't, but
what could they do? He was the Prince. They could argue and fight, but they
didn't dare cross him. By now, they know they can trust me."
"Nice to have
friends in high places," he said. "What clan is Julian? Just out of
curiosity."
"Ventrue. Most
Princes are."
They sat quietly for
awhile longer, then Julie stood. "Come on, let's go back inside. I'm
*starving*."
"Oh yeah, I guess
you still need to eat." He stood with her and they headed towards the
house.
"I do, and I
haven't since this morning."
"Sorry. It didn't
even occur to me."
She sighed dramatically.
"How quickly they forget...."
"Oh, be
quiet."
He helped her cook
dinner (after she'd changed into a clean shirt), then sat at the table with her
while she ate. She finally rolled her eyes and pushed the plate so it was
halfway between them.
"Here. I know you
don't need it, but I feel weird with you watching me like that."
"Sorry." He
laughed and got up to grab a fork from the drawer. Even though he wasn't the
least bit hungry, a fact that in itself struck him as strange, even considering
everything he'd been through and everything he'd learned in the past 24 hours,
it did feel good to be eating. The sheer normalcy of it was reassuring. They
chatted about other things while they ate, but the subject again drifted to his
new living status.
"So who is my....
what's the word again? Prime... primal...."
"Primogen,"
she said.
"Right,
Primogen." He shook his head. "Why couldn't they have picked an easier
word?"
A voice from the doorway
startled them both. "It's a term that's been used for centuries. It goes
back to the early days of the Kindred."
Lance stood and turned
to see an imposing man standing between the kitchen and the living room. He was
tall, though not overly so, had dark hair and fine features, and was impeccably
dressed in a casual dark suit with a dark blue turtleneck underneath. Although
he seemed to radiate power, he did not seem unkind.
Julie stood and moved
between the two men. "Julian, this is Lance Bass. Lance, Julian
Luna."
Lance took a step
towards him, then stopped. He remembered that this was the Prince of San
Francisco. "I'm not sure if I'm supposed to bow, or kiss your hand or
something..." he stammered.
A slight smile lit
Julian's eyes. "Not necessary," he said. He stepped forward and held
out his hand, which Lance shook. "As far as the answer to your question,
your Primogen is Kimberly Johanssen, and your Prince is Francois Cartier, also
a Toreador. You'll meet them tomorrow."
Julie laughed.
"Orlando is a Toreador city? Why am I not surprised.... I'll bet New
Orleans is, too."
Julian smiled fully now.
"Has been for as long as I can remember." He had been embraced in New
Orleans just over 100 years ago, making him a very young Prince, by Kindred
standards. He turned back to Lance. "I'm sure you have many
questions."
"I do. I mean,
Julie's been telling me a lot..." he smiled at her gratefully "...but
I know there's so much more."
"Let's go, then.
Some things will require demonstration, and I'm sure Julie doesn't wish to play
guinea pig."
She laughed and shook
her head. "Tempting, but I think I'll have to pass on that one. Go on.
I'll be here, but I won't wait up."
Lance kissed her then
followed the older man out into the darkening evening.
After she finished
cleaning up the dinner dishes she decided to go back home for a bit. She had a
feeling she'd be staying at Lance's for awhile, and she needed to gather up
some things. On her way out the door the phone rang, so she ran back to answer
it. It was Justin.
"Hey there, Jules!
I heard your man went missing, there."
"Yeah. Stupid
overreaction, really, he was home the whole time. I guess the guy at that club
gave him a few extra drinks after closing, and he was just sleeping off a
hangover so bad he didn't even hear the phone."
He laughed. "Woah!
I've never even seen him that bad! Is he there now?"
"No, he had to go
out for a bit. I'll tell him you called, though. Oh, and don't be too hard on
him, I think he still feels pretty rotten."
Justin seemed to think
the whole thing was quite hilarious. "Alright, alright. I'll catch you
guys in a few days, 'kay?"
She agreed and hung up
the phone, staring at it. "And so it begins...."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Lance and Julian sat
together on a park bench in downtown Orlando. Julian had been filling him in on
the finer points of his new life, also giving him tips on where he was most
likely to find fellow Kindred in any given city. He had shown him how to
mesmerize people and erase their short-term memories, and Lance had practiced
on a few passers-by. He hadn't drank from any of them, just convinced them to
walk with him for awhile, then made them forget it had ever happened. They
watched his last test-subject get up from the bench a few feet away where he'd
placed her. She looked around briefly, then smoothed her coat and walked away,
humming a tune.
Julian rolled his eyes.
"You had to add that in there, didn't you?"
"What?" Lance
smiled innocently. "If I'm going to mess with them, the least I can do is
leave them on a positive note."
The Prince shook his
head. He wasn't sure if he should chalk up the younger man's behaviour to his
youth or his clan. Probably both.
Lance grew serious.
"When I shook Eric's hand in the club, it was stone cold. But my skin is
still warm, and so is yours."
"That's because
we've both fed recently. He had probably been starving himself for days."
Julian scoffed. "Typical Toreador behaviour. They think the deprivation adds
to their craft, or some other such nonsense. No offense."
"None taken,"
he answered quickly, though he had felt a surge of anger at Luna's derisive
tone. He realized with mild amusement that it was probably just his clan pride
finally starting to assert itself.
"You should get
home," Julian said after a few moments. "You've done very well
tonight."
"Thank you. But
there is one more thing I'd like you to show me before we go."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Julie awoke slowly,
feeling a warm body beside her. She smiled and stretched out a hand to touch
it. She sat up and came fully awake in a flash when that hand contacted fur.
The small wolf curled up on the bed beside her whimpered a little and pushed
its nose into her palm, giving it a couple of friendly laps. Her initial fear
began to subside.
"Lance?"
He lapped at her hand a
few more times, and a smile spread over her face. She ran her hand along his
amber coat.
"You're
beautiful!" she whispered.
He rested his muzzle on
his paws and looked away. If a wolf could have looked bashful...
She absently started to
scratch behind his ears. Her eyes tracked back and forth along his length,
admiring his lupine form. His fur was short but thick, and it seemed to shine
in the moonlight pouring through the window.
After a few minutes of
this, she giggled lightly. "You know, you could change back to your human
form any time now." He whimpered again and pushed his head up against her
hand. She laughed outright. "Oh I see! You're enjoying this, are you? And
would you like a belly rub next?"
He growled, though there
was little conviction behind it. In short time she was sitting next to a very
human looking Lance. "Very funny," he said, shaking out his hair and
using one hand to smooth down the back.
She was still laughing.
"I'm sorry, I just couldn't resist." Her laughter finally subsided,
but her eyes were still shining. "Well?"
He smiled. "It was
incredible. Exhilarating. The freedom... you can't imagine it. I can't even
describe it. We ran all through the park, along the streets...." He
sighed. "Absolutely incredible." He got a gleam in his eyes she knew
all too well, from before this had all happened. He pushed her back on the bed,
slipped under the covers, and rolled on top of her, supporting his weight on
his hands placed on either side of her head. He punctuated his words with
kisses along her jaw and neck. "You told me I can still eat and drink, but
what about other.... human pleasures?"
She trailed her fingers
along his growing erection through his thin pants. "You tell me."
He grinned wickedly.
"Good. At least we can keep some of our original plans for the
day....."
Lance quietly
disentangled himself from Julie's arms and slipped out of bed. The clock on the
bedside table read 8 am. One of them had closed the drapes at some point in the
night (he wasn't sure who), so the room was totally dark, but he found he
didn't need much light to see. He was leaning over the dresser, trying to
decide which shirt to pull out, when he felt a pair of arms slide around his
middle.
"Good
morning," she purred in his ear.
"I'm sorry, I
didn't mean to wake you."
"I'm glad you
did...." She nipped at the skin along his shoulders.
He turned in her arms
and looked down at her with a chuckle. "What got into you?"
"You did," she
growled. "Oh, don't worry, it'll fade in a day or two..." she flicked
her tongue against his earlobe... "Unless you do it again...."
He laughed and kissed
her deeply. He finally pulled back. "I'm sorry, honey. I'd love to stay in
bed all morning with you...." he moaned as her hands searched his chest,
then drifted towards his waist... "...but I just don't have time. I really
have to get going."
"Awww... you're
*sure* you don't have *any* time?" Her hands wandered lower, and she
nibbled a trail along his collarbone.
He breathed deeply, and
he could feel her smile in response. "You know if you keep doing that I'm
never going to get out of here...."
"That's what I'm
hoping." She looked up at him with a teasing smirk, but saw in his eyes
that he wasn't going to budge. She pouted. "Oh, alright." He kissed
her once more, briefly, then headed into the bathroom. She pulled on her robe
and went to the kitchen where she poured herself a bowl of cereal.
Within minutes Lance was
in the doorway to the kitchen. He turned a circle for her. "What do you
think? Good enough to meet a Prince?"
Julie looked up from the
comics section of the paper and smiled. He was wearing a pair of light tan
khakis and a lightweight forest-green sweater. "Mmm. You look great."
She got up from the table to put her empty bowl in the sink, and on her way
back through the kitchen he caught her in his arms.
"I'll probably be
gone for most of the day, but will you come back this evening? After everything
that's happened, I feel like I need some time to be normal, and I'd like to
spend that time with you."
She smiled again. She
had been afraid she might start losing him if he started to favour time with
his "own kind" instead. She was glad that wasn't happening, at least
not yet. "Of course. I have to get ready for a class this afternoon
anyway, then I have office hours. I can be back here by around 7, that
okay?"
"Perfect." The
doorbell rang. "Gotta jet. I'll see you tonight, I promise." He gave
her a final kiss goodbye, then he was out the door.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
They would be meeting
Kimberly and Francois at The Haven, as Kimberly used it as her day time office
space. When they arrived, Lance went to check on his car where he'd left it on
Saturday night, but Julian went inside without waiting for him. He sat at a
table, facing the other two who were already waiting for them.
"You wanted to
speak with me?" Julian asked calmly.
Francois looked at him,
his expression a blank mask. "This kine woman who's been spending time
with him.... she knows about us?"
"She does."
"And where did she
learn it from?"
"I told her."
He knew where this was heading. "She has abided by Kindred law for over
five years. She's never been so much as a concern, let alone a threat."
"I don't like
it."
"You don't have to
like it. She's under my protection."
Francois laughed,
without humour. "You have a far reach, Julian, but it's not that
far."
Julian fought to keep
his rage in check. "If you'd like, I can have every Kindred in San
Francisco on your doorstep by morning."
"Oooo,
touchy."
Luna smouldered a moment
longer. "As I said, she's no concern."
"We'll see about
that."
Lance spoke from across
the room, where no one had seen him enter. "If it wasn't for her, you'd
still have nothing on Eric. He'd be choosing a new victim every night, and no
one would be stopping him."
They all turned to look
at him, and Kimberly hid her smile. Not many people stood up to Francois; she
would like this one.
Julian stood and
introduced them all. "I'll leave you to get better acquainted," he
finished, then he was gone.
Lance took the vacated
position at the table and spread his hands, all business. "Tell me what I
need to know."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
After spending the
morning with the two Kindred, Lance headed to Joey's house. Their new tour was
starting in two months, and they were meeting to fix up some final plans before
starting rehearsals the next week.
"Dude!" Justin
called out to him. "Heard you took a pretty big hit Saturday night!"
Lance tried to laugh.
"Yeah, I guess I don't know my own limits."
Everyone ribbed him and
laughed at him, and he tried to brush them all off. He still wasn't at all
comfortable with the whole lying thing. They finally eased up, and settled
around the large dining room table, with papers spread out before them.
JC looked at him,
concerned. "You sure you're okay? You look a little pale."
"Yeah, yeah, sure.
I'm fine. I'm still just recovering, I guess."
"Alright, if you say
so." He didn't look convinced, but he decided to drop it, for which Lance
was grateful.
They got all the details
for the tour ironed out over the next few hours, and as they were leaving Chris
reminded them all about the party at his house on Friday night.
"Party?" Lance
looked at him.
"Yeah. Remember,
just like every tour, one last blowout before we have to buckle down in
rehearsal mode?" Chris prompted him.
"Oh, right, right!
Sorry, I almost forgot." With everything else on his mind, he had completely
forgotten.
"You'll be there,
right, man?"
"Of course.
Wouldn't miss it." Lance tried not to groan. Parties at Chris' house
generally meant lots and lots of people. He knew he'd have to face that scene
eventually; he hoped he'd be ready for it so soon. "See you Friday."
Lance was back home by
6:00, with just time to shower, change, and get dinner underway before Julie
arrived. She inhaled deeply as she entered the kitchen.
"It smells
wonderful in here." She smiled and inhaled again.
"Thank you. Seafood
pasta with chocolate pudding for dessert." Two of her favourites. He put
down the spoon he'd been using to stir the sauce and crossed the room to where
she was standing.
"Mmmm.... I knew I
could smell chocolate."
"Hon, you could
smell chocolate a mile away."
"You know it."
She grinned up at him, and he enveloped her in his arms and kissed the tip of
her nose.
"How was your
day?"
Julie groaned and rested
her forehead against his. "Extremely long, and extremely boring.
Yours?"
"It wasn't bad. I
met my... elders, I guess you could call them. We spent the morning basically
feeling each other out, and I learned a lot more, too." He kissed her left
cheekbone. "But you know what?" The right cheekbone got attention.
"I don't want to talk about any of that tonight." He moved on to her
lips, just brushing them lightly with his own. "Let's just spend a normal
night together, like we always used to."
"Fair enough. Need
any help with dinner?"
"Nope, I've got it
all covered. You just sit and relax, it'll be ready in a few minutes."
Instead of sitting, she crossed to the stove and picked up the spoon, dipping
it in the sauce and scooping a bit off the spoon with her finger to taste. He
smacked the back of her knuckles lightly. "Get your hands out of it!"
he chastized, and they laughed together.
Lance had a small plate
of food with dinner, leaving the rest for Julie. As promised, he had made
chocolate pudding for dessert, and rather than use spoons he produced a bowl of
fresh strawberries for scooping it up. They talked and laughed all through the
meal, allowing themselves to temporarily forget about the past two days.
To end the evening, he
turned on the gas in his fireplace, and they curled up together on a pile of
pillows in front of it. Julie was soon asleep, her head falling back against
his chest, but for Lance the sandman was not so kind. He lay there for a long
while, enjoying the feel of her in his arms, listening to the sound of her
heartbeat, his eyes lost in the dancing flames of the fire. He finally sighed.
This was useless. He carried his girlfriend to the bedroom, careful not to wake
her. She murmured in her sleep and burrowed under the covers. He smiled briefly
and left the room, heading for the back porch.
Lance leaned back in the
patio chair and stretched. He stared at the moon, amazed at how much brighter
it seemed with his new eyesight. Or maybe it was just his imagination. Thoughts
of the day went swirling through his head. There had been one thing in
particular that he had learned that he hadn't wanted to talk about with Julie,
not wanting to worry her. He didn't even want to think about it himself.
That afternoon, Kimberly
told him that for all their searching in the past two days, they hadn't found
Eric. They knew he hadn't left town, but he apparently had some Kindred
convinced to protect him. They warned Lance that Eric might try to find him
again. To convince him that his was the way to go, and to join him in his
dangerous escapades. Lance shook his head as he thought. That was one thing
they didn't have to worry about.
A movement in the trees
at the edge of his yard caught his eye. He sat up. 'Speak of the devil and
you'll see its horns,' he thought. 'Or should that be his fangs....'
The two men both crossed
the yard, meeting in the middle.
"What are you doing
here?" Lance challenged.
Eric favoured him with a
disapproving smirk. "Ohhh, now is that any way to greet me?"
"You know they're
looking for you."
The smirk turned into a
chuckle. "I know. Those fools actually think they can stop me."
Lance scoffed.
"You're awfully cocky, for someone so young."
Rage flickered across
Eric's face for a second, but his smirk was quickly pasted back in place. He
decided to switch tactics. "You know, you could show a little
gratitude."
"Gratitude?!?"
Lance couldn't believe what he was hearing.
They began to circle
each other, like two predators sizing up their adversaries.
"I gave you life. I
set you free!"
"You gave me
nothing! You've put me in hell."
"You brought the
hell on yourself. You surround yourself with these kine as if they were your
friends."
"They *are* my
friends!"
"*We* are your only
friends now! *They* are nothing more than a convenient meal." Lance just
glared at him. "Come with me!"
"Never!"
"I am your
sire!!"
"*You* are my
MURDERER!!!"
If Lance had thought
about it, he probably wouldn't have done what he did next. He pounced. He
gathered all his strength and threw himself at Eric, sending them both flying.
Eric was pinned to the ground for a moment, but he quickly overcame his
surprise. Flying fists soon became snapping jaws, and anyone drawn to the scene
by the sounds of the growling would have only seen a rolling mass of fur.
They both scored their
share of hits, but it was clear who was the stronger of the two. They backed
off and stood facing each other, crouched, haunches tensed and ready to pounce
again, the hair on the backs of their necks standing on end. Eric growled and
bared his teeth. Lance jumped forward and snapped, but stopped short of his
goal. The standoff continued. Then they were both distracted by the sound of
more growling coming from the trees by the lake.
Two large wolves, one
silver, one black, came at them at a gallop, both snarling. Eric turned and
bolted from the yard, the black one in hot pursuit. The silver one – Julian –
slowed and approached Lance, who sat and started licking a wounded paw. Julian
looked down at him disapprovingly, then motioned towards the house with his
head. They both reached the porch on two feet, and Lance perched on the edge of
the table, gingerly cradling his arm.
"That was really stupid," Julian chided him.
"I know." He
tried flexing his fingers and winced.
"What were you
thinking? You could have been killed."
"A little late for
that, isn't it?"
Julian continued his
rant. "You should have left him for us to deal with."
"Tell me you
wouldn't have done the same thing, in my place!" Lance hissed in pain as
he moved his hand the wrong way.
Julian just sighed. He
was right. He rolled up his sleeve and held his thumb to his wrist.
"Here," he said, "you'll heal a lot faster with my blood in
you."
Lance looked up at him,
student looking to teacher again. "I.... I can do that?"
"It's actually
better this way. Our blood is stronger than any human's, and there's less
concern for the Masquerade." He cut through his skin with his elongated
thumbnail while he spoke, then held his wrist out to the younger man.
Lance only hesitated a
moment before drawing Julian's wrist to his mouth. He drank his fill, then sat
back. He could practically watch the gashes on his own wrist healing.
Julian remembered what
he had gone through when he was first embraced, and he had done so willingly.
Lance had been thrust into it all without asking, without a good sire for a
teacher. He took pity on him.
"I'm sure Eric
won't get far," he reassured him. "He's wounded, and he was probably
starving again." Lance nodded silently. "I should go help with the
chase. You go inside and get some rest. The way Julie sleeps she probably
didn't hear a thing. Get in there with her and she'll never have to know this
happened."
Lance nodded again and
went into the house without a word. He just wanted this whole nightmare to be
over with. Unfortunately, the nightmare was now his life.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Apparently Eric wasn't
quite so easy to catch, because Lance didn't hear anything more from Julian,
Francois, or Kimberly for two days. Life went on as usual, and he went about
his business as if nothing was wrong. On Wednesday afternoon, he was at JC's
place, working with him in his private studio on a song he'd gotten an idea
for. (He found he was getting a lot of ideas lately.) Lance's cell phone rang,
and he fished for it where he'd flung his coat on a nearby chair.
"Hello?"
"We've got
him." Francois didn't need to explain.
Lance tried to swallow,
but his mouth suddenly felt as if it was stuffed with cotton. He grabbed a slip
of paper from a nearby surface and scribbled down the address the Prince was
reading him.
"I'll be right
there." He hung up and addressed JC. "Sorry, man, something's come
up, I've gotta go."
"Everything
okay?"
"Um, yeah..."
He thought fast. "Julie's car broke down, she needs me to give her a ride
home from the shop." He prayed she wouldn't find any reason to call JC
before he had the chance to talk to her.
"Alright, catch you
later."
"For sure. See
ya."
Lance practically ran
out of the house, and he drove as fast as he could to the address he'd been
given. He pulled up in front of an enormous mansion on the outskirts of the
city, and when he got to the front door, the person who answered led him to a
room in the basement.
It was obviously a
formal meeting room of sorts. It was dominated by a large polished wooden table
which was surrounded by eight chairs. At the far end of the room, Eric was
being held by two large men who were bald and had slightly misshapen ears and
faces. Lance surmised they must be Nosferatu. To the right of the entry stood
Francois and Kimberly; to the left were Julian and a woman Lance didn't know.
He nodded greetings to
the people gathered. Julian gestured to the woman.
"This is Lillie
Langtry, Primogen of the Toreador in San Francisco. Lillie, Lance Bass."
Lillie stepped forward
and extended a slim hand, palm down. Lance took the cue and grasped her
fingertips lightly, pulling them to his mouth and barely grazing her knuckles
with his lips.
"I apologize for
what's happened to you. His sire was my childe. I should have taught him better."
Lance cocked his head
and barely smiled. "It seems that everyone is willing to take
responsibility for this except the one who caused it." With that, he
turned to face Eric, still at the other end of the room.
"You should have
come with me," the condemned man pleaded. "I could have taught
you...."
Lance scoffed.
"Why, so I could carry on your legacy? Sorry, killing's not my
style."
Eric strained against
his captors, though it was a useless effort.
Everyone in the room
faced Francois as he spoke, addressing Eric. "For crimes against the
Kindred and against humanity, and for endangering the Masquerade, I sentence
you to Final Death," he said formally. He picked up a ceremonial dagger
from the table, its handle beautifully carved and encrusted with gemstones. He
held the handle towards Lance. "Would you like your revenge against the
one who sired you against your will?"
Lance looked from the
blade back to Francois and shook his head. "Like I said, killing's not my
style." He turned on his heel and walked from the room, though he wasn't
fast enough down the hall to escape the sounds of the screams that followed.
Lance and Julie arrived
at Chris' just as dusk was starting to fall on Friday night. Julie unbuckled
her seat belt and started opening the door, then realized Lance wasn't moving,
so she stopped. He was staring out the window at the house.
"What if I can't do
this? I mean, what if I let something slip, or they figure out that something's
different?" He didn't look at her while he spoke, instead he kept staring
at the building where all his friends and their friends were already gathered.
Julie put a hand gently
on his arm. "You'll do fine," she reassured him.
He finally broke his
gaze from the house and ran both his hands through his hair, making a
frustrated noise. "Why am I so worried about this? I've seen them already
once since the weekend, and no one suspected a thing. Why am I nervous
now?"
"Because that was
just the five of you, and now there's a house full of people to face. Lance,
you can do this. You're ready. Just relax and enjoy yourself."
"Yeah." He
took a deep breath and seemed to steel himself. He turned in his seat to face
Julie. "How do I look? Everything normal? Nothing out of the
ordinary?"
She smiled at him.
"You look fine." He looked better than fine, she thought. He was
wearing black dress pants, a loose-fitting blue and grey patterned silk shirt,
and his sliver-framed, blue-lensed glasses.
"Okay." He got
out of the car, but didn't move towards the house. Julie also exited, and
joined him on his side of the vehicle. He took another deep breath and looked
once more at the house, then back at Julie. "You're sure I can't tell
them? Just the group members, no one else. They know how to keep a secret, and
they could really help."
"I know they could,
but the more people know the more chances it could slip. Besides, you know what
happens to people who break the Masquerade."
Lance closed his eyes
and nodded. He remembered that all too well. Finally he opened his eyes, took
Julie's hand, and started across the street. "Well, let's do this."
Chris opened the door
and let them in to a chorus of greetings and hellos. Busta came running to the
foyer, barking up a storm. "Busta! Be quiet!" Chris reprimanded his
puppy. Lance knelt to pet the dog, as was his usual custom, but the animal
growled and backed off, throwing in a few more barks for good measure.
"Hey, what's wrong?" Chris pet the raised fur at Busta's neck, trying
to calm him. "It's just Lance, you know him."
Lance stared at Busta,
who was still growling, and he let a low growl escape his own throat. Busta
whimpered and looked away, then slowly slunk forward and licked Lance's palm
submissively. Lance ruffled the fur between the dog's ears, then he stood with
a chuckle. 'It worked!' he thought with disbelief.
Chris looked from his
dog to his friend. "*That* was weird," he said.
Lance shrugged. "I
just had to show him who's boss." He winked and tried to laugh it off, but
he was thinking that it was actually one of the stranger things he'd
experienced so far. They all headed for the back yard, and Julie looked at him
with amusement clearly on her face. He shrugged again. "Dogs and wolves, I
guess....." he whispered to her. She struggled very hard to keep from
laughing out loud.
The music was blaring
and everyone was gathered in the yard, sharing drinks and finger foods in the
fading light. A few people were dancing in an open area near the centre of the
yard, and that was where Lance immediately dragged Julie. They stayed out there
for well over an hour, grinding and swaying to the pulse of the music. They
danced together most of the time, splitting off with other partners for the odd
song here and there. After a particularly energetic song with Joey, during
which he had swung her around nearly the whole yard, Julie decided it was time
for a rest. She motioned to Lance so he'd know where to find her later, and he
nodded and kept dancing with his partner of the moment. She found where a
couple of the other girlfriends were sitting, and flopped down into an empty
chair with a sigh.
"I don't know how
anyone keeps up with that boy," she said, then took a long draught from
the drink Lara had passed her from the open cooler nearby.
Tonya laughed.
"Maybe that's why he goes through so many girlfriends. He just wears them
all out!"
"Wouldn't surprise
me. So how have you ladies been doing?"
The three of them
chatted and caught up with each other. It had been awhile since they had all
been together, so they had plenty of girl talk to go through.
Finally Tonya sighed.
"You know, I really hate these parties."
"What?"
"How come?"
"No, I mean the
party itself is great. It's what it stands for I don't like." The other
two women nodded in understanding as she continued. "After this weekend
they're nuts with a rehearsal schedule, and then they're gone for another
tour."
"More months of
lonely nights and long phone calls," Lara muttered.
"And this time
they're touring Europe, so they can't even come home for visits when they have
a day or two off." Tonya sighed and shook her head. "Sometimes I
wonder why I put myself through this."
Lara smiled as she saw
Justin headed towards them. He was wearing a tight shirt, and she could see
every muscle defined beneath it. "Yeah, but I never have to wonder for
long," she said in a low voice just before he got within earshot.
Julie and Tonya stifled
their giggles, and Justin sat with a sigh on the bench beside Lara, draping one
leg across her lap.
"Good evening
ladies. I see you're enjoying yourselves."
Julie cleared her throat
and tried to stop laughing. "Oh, um, yeah...."
"What? What's so
funny?"
"Nothing,
sweetie." Lara ran her fingers through his curls, then she jumped up and
grabbed his hand. "Come on, I want to dance."
He groaned but allowed
her to drag him off of the bench. "But I just sat down...."
"Too bad!" the
two remaining women could hear her say before they disappeared among the bodies
on the "dance floor".
Tonya stood and shook
her head, still laughing. "I should go find out where JC has gotten to.
You're okay here?"
"Oh yeah. You go
ahead." Julie waved her on and sat back to watch the crowd. Before long,
Lance came rushing out of the group towards her. He sat on the chair next to
her, out of breath and looking around wildly. "Hey there," she
started, then she realized something was wrong. "Lance, what is it? What's
happened?"
"Nothing.
I...." he panted. "I don't think..... ah, man...."
"Come on." She
stood. "Let's go inside where we can talk." Once inside the house,
she sat him down on the chesterfield. "Okay. Tell me."
He took a few more deep
breaths and then started. "Every time I think I can handle it, every time
I think it's all under control, something comes up. It's always something little,
something I didn't think about." He looked into her questioning eyes.
"I was dancing with this girl. I don't even..." He waved his hand in
the air. "One of Joey's friends, I think. Anyways, it was a slow song, and
she decided to rest her head against my chest. At first I thought, fine,
whatever, but then suddenly it occurred to me. She was short, so her ear was
right by my heart. What if she noticed..." he dropped his voice to a
whisper... "that I didn't have a heartbeat? I panicked. I didn't know what
to do."
"Lance, calm down.
First, she probably didn't notice. It's not something people really pay
attention to. Second, you *do* know what to do if someone notices something
like that. And third," she tried not to smirk, "you probably got
yourself so worked up over it that your heart started beating anyway. It'll do
that when you're agitated."
"You're
right." He leaned back against the couch. "You're right," he
said again. He shut his eyes and found that he could, in fact, hear his own
heartbeat. He breathed slowly and willed it to slow and stop. He opened his
eyes when he felt calmer. "I'm just so worried that someone will find
out."
"I know. But you're
managing okay so far. I don't think anyone suspects a thing."
"Probably not. I
think I'm hiding it pretty well, for the most part."
"Of course you are.
Nobody has any idea that there might be something wrong," she reassured
him. "Now come on, let's get back out to the party, or else they will
start to wonder."
They passed Tonya coming
into the house on their way out of the living room. She went past the room and
around the corner, nearly crashing headfirst into JC. "There you
are!" she said. "I've been looking for you."
He mumbled a hello and
snaked an arm around her waist, but his eyes were distant.
She whistled to him.
"Hello? Earth to JC...."
He shook himself out of
his thoughts. "Hm? What? Oh, sorry, hi sweetie."
"Is everything
okay?"
"Oh yeah, fine.
C'mon, let's go outside."
Hours later, attendance
at the party was starting to dwindle, but those who were left were still going
strong. Lance was getting more food from the fridge when JC approached him.
"Hey, man, can I,
uh... can I talk to you for a minute?"
"Sure, what's on
your mind?"
"Can we go
upstairs? It's quieter up there."
Lance looked at his
friend strangely. "Okay. Just let me bring this stuff outside first."
JC nodded and waited in
the kitchen. When Lance returned, he turned and walked silently up the stairs.
They went into a small den, and JC shut the door behind them. Lance sat on the
couch, but JC remained standing. He didn't say anything for awhile, but he
seemed very nervous, which in turn was making Lance nervous.
"Well?" Lance
finally prompted him.
JC took a deep breath.
"First just let me say that I am really, really sorry. I know it was
wrong, and I know I should have just left when I heard voices, but.... I
overheard you and Julie talking earlier tonight."
Lance put his glasses on
the coffee table and buried his face in his hands. 'Shit,' he thought. 'I
thought I'd done it. I thought I'd made it through the night.....' "How
much did you hear?" he asked softly, not looking up.
"Not much. Just the
tail end. I only know that you're hiding something from us." He paused to
give his friend a chance to say something, but when he didn't, he just
continued. "What's going on, Lance? I mean, you looked so awful on Monday,
and then you left in such a rush on Wednesday, and now this.... Are you sick
again? Because if you are you can tell us. We'll delay the tour, we can work
something out."
Lance mentally thanked
JC for doing the quick thinking for him. "Yeah," he said.
"Apparently my, uh, my heart's been acting up again..." ('Well,
that's not entirely inaccurate...' the voice in his head intoned.) "It's
just minor, and it shouldn't affect me too much. That's why I didn't tell you.
I didn't want to worry you over nothing."
JC gaped at him.
"It's not nothing..."
Lance shook his head and
waved his hands dismissively. "Nah, really, it is. I had a couple of rough
days early this week, but it's short term. Nothing serious. Really."
'Please buy it,' he silently willed his friend. 'Please, please just buy
it....'
JC sat on the couch next
to him. "Are you *sure* you're gonna be okay?"
"Positive."
"Alright, if you
say so. But you'll come to us if you need anything, right?"
"Of course."
JC nodded and placed a
hand on Lance's shoulder. Lance's head reeled, and he shook it to clear it.
Suddenly he felt as if JC was way too close, and he realized just how hungry he
was. It had been four days. He shut his eyes and took a deep breath. The scent
of the other man filled his nostrils, overwhelming his senses. He struggled to
control his breathing. 'No way, not him,' he counselled himself. 'Never him.
Never anyone in the group.' He repeated it to himself like a mantra, but it
wasn't helping. JC reached his other arm across to grab Lance's far shoulder.
This, of course, only brought him in closer.
"Lance, what's
happening? Hey, come on, are you okay?" Lance shook his head, not in
response to JC but to something in his head. "Help me out here. Tell me
what I can do."
Lance tried to resist.
He couldn't think straight. He reached for the forearm stretched across his
chest, pulling it away from his shoulder and closer to his face. JC, thinking
he was looking for support, grabbed onto his friend's hand and held on tightly.
Lance inhaled deeply at
JC's wrist. He shook his head sharply, trying to clear it. "No..." he
whispered. He jumped from the couch, pushing JC back onto it hard.
"No!" He strode across the room quickly, but his friend called after
him.
"No what? Lance,
what the hell...."
Lance paused at the
doorway. He couldn't leave like this. JC was still hollering at him.
"Would you please
just tell me wha- oh, Jesus...." He recoiled in fear and backed up a step.
Lance had whirled to face him, his fiery golden eyes meeting JC's concerned
blue ones. "Jesus Christ, what are y...." He didn't get the chance to
finish his sentence, as Lance passed a hand over his face, putting him to
sleep.
Lance laid the man back
on the couch, and after a few whispered instructions, he bolted from the house.
He ran as far as his legs would carry him, then he leaped into the air and flew
until his shoulders hurt. He perched on a high building and looked out over the
city, trying to make sense out of what had just happened, but there was no
sense in it.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Not long after, JC came
wandering downstairs. The few remaining people at the party were sitting in the
rec room talking.
"Well it's about
time," Tonya said with a laugh. "You keep disappearing on me
tonight."
JC stretched.
"Sorry. I went upstairs to talk with Lance about something, and I wanted
to stay up there for awhile to think it all through. I guess I nodded off on
the couch." He frowned as if he couldn't quite believe it himself.
Joey shook his head.
"JC the cat. Only you could fall asleep at a party, man." JC just
laughed at that.
"Where is Lance,
anyway?" Chris asked.
"I think he said he
was going for a walk. He should be back soon." He shrugged.
As if on cue, Julie's
cell phone rang in her purse across the room. She stepped into the hall to
answer it.
"Jules, you've got
the spare keys to my car, right?"
She could hear the raw
emotion in his voice, and he sounded out of breath. "Um, yeah, I do.
Lance, where are you? What's wrong?"
"I'm at home. Can
you just.... I'll talk to you when you get here, okay? Please?"
"Of course. I'm on
my way." She returned to the others, laughing and shaking her head.
"That ninny," she said. "That was Lance. He walked and walked,
and now he's too lazy to walk back. He wants me to pick him up in his car and
then we'll just go home from there. He says goodbye to everyone, and he'll see
you guys on Monday." Hugs and kisses were exchanged, and then she was in
the car, on her way to Lance's house.
When she got there, all
the lights were out, and she found him sitting in the living room in the dark.
"I can't do
this," he said when she entered the room. "I thought I could, but I
can't. I just can't."
She sighed. She knew he
was going through hell, but they had been over this so many times in the past
week. "You don't have a choice. This is your life now."
"Well then maybe I
don't want to live it!" he shouted.
She stepped back,
shocked. "Don't say that," she whispered.
He stood and advanced on
her. "Look at me, Julie. Look at me! I'm dead! I'm not even human! I'm a
monster! I am a fucking predator who preys on his friends, for God's
sake!!"
"Wha..... did
you.... oh, God...." Julie remembered JC coming downstairs from his
"nap", and she cringed. She tried to reach a hand out to him, but he
pulled away.
He sank to his knees on
the floor and stared at his lap. "No," he whispered. "But I
almost did." He sighed, his breath shaky. "I hate myself. I hate what
I've become."
"Lance,
please...."
"Please
WHAT?!?" he roared again, looking up at her. "Please don't say that?
Why not? It's the truth. Please just think about it? What do you think I've
been doing every minute of every day? Please let's talk about it?" He
shook his head. "What more is there to say?"
She shook her own head,
tears beginning to fall. She moved to sit next to him, but he rose and walked
quickly out the sliding doors to the porch. She ran after him. "Lance,
wait! Don't go! Please...." she sobbed. But he was already gone.
Lance wandered
aimlessly, or so he thought, but he eventually found himself at the doors of
The Haven. He stood, looking up at the glowing sign, then he shrugged and went
inside. He found a small empty table in the shadows and sat. He didn't know how
long he'd been there when a voice interrupted his thoughts.
"Care for some
company?"
He looked up to see a
young woman standing by the table. She had long auburn hair that fell in waves
around her shoulders, and hazel eyes set above high cheekbones. She seemed
rather plain, but at the same time she was stunningly beautiful. He thought she
looked to be in her mid-to-late twenties, and he wondered how old she really was.
"I lost track after
200. I count it in decades now," she said.
Great, a mind reader.
"You'll learn it
eventually."
He shrugged and shook
his head, rolling his eyes.
She waited another few
moments. "Well?"
He gestured at the empty
chair across from him and leaned back in his own. He still hadn't said a word
to her.
She watched him in
silence for awhile, then extended her hand. "Emma Fischer," she said.
He took the offered hand
and shook it. "Lance Bass."
"I know. So do
they," she said with a nod to the rest of the room.
He looked around for the
first time and noticed a few of the bar's patrons giving him sidelong glances,
furtive looks, and not-so-subtle stares. Some were merely appraising him, while
others were openly hostile.
"They don't think
you can do it," she said matter-of-factly.
"Finally, someone
agrees with me." His voice was totally void of emotion.
She laughed wryly.
"You're not exactly giving yourself much of a chance. You know,
the longer you keep
trying to stay human, the harder this will be."
He looked at her,
confused. "I thought that was what I was supposed to be doing."
She shook her head.
"No. You're supposed to make people *think* you're still human."
"I'm not sure I see
the difference."
"You will."
She paused, then continued. "I've seen this before. You keep all your old
friends, you keep in touch with your family... you're not giving yourself the
fresh start you need."
"But I can't just
disappear. The media'd be all over it."
"Aye, there's the
rub," she quipped, and sat back in her chair.
He shook his head. She
was making no sense.
"Look," she
said, leaning forward again. "Your humanity's important. It's what lets
you live among them. But don't hold onto it too tightly, or you'll never make
it."
"So what am I
supposed to do?"
"I can't tell you
that. But I can tell you that the sooner you accept what you are, the easier
it'll be." He started to protest, but she cut him off. "No, you
haven't." She got up from the table and leaned over to him. "You have
to hide it from them. Don't hide it from yourself." And with that, she
left.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The things Emma said to
him rolled around his mind all weekend, but by the time Monday morning hit they
weren't making any more sense than when she'd first said them. Stop trying to
be human? He knew full well that he wasn't human any more. That was the whole
problem. And accepting it.... he may not like it, but he certainly wasn't in
denial about it, either. He pushed her words from his mind. He had rehearsals
to focus on, and if he wanted to continue getting away with this, he would have
to *be* focused.
Rehearsals.... he
dreaded the idea of facing the guys all day every day, especially JC. He knew
his friend wouldn't remember a thing about what had happened Friday, but that
almost made him feel more ashamed. There was some tension between them at
first, since JC did remember that he had "admitted" to being ill and
keeping it a secret, but once he had gotten through a few days with no apparent
weakness, JC seemed to let it go.
Lance immersed himself
in the familiar flow of rehearsals, appearances, and interviews. Once they were
back on tour and performing regularly he started to feel much better. Being on
the stage again he truly felt he was in his element, and he revelled in the
exhilaration of the crowds. He was also growing more accustomed to the rituals
of feeding. He did so as little as possible, for it was the most pointed
reminder of everything he hated most about himself, but he had learned not to
push himself too far without it. Everything was going smoothly until one
afternoon on the bus.....
For various reasons, all
five of them were sharing one bus for this short tour. Justin, Chris, and JC
were sitting together in the "den" area at the back of the bus.
Justin and JC were watching a movie, while Chris was poring over some texts and
notebooks spread out around him.
"Hey Justin, come
over here, I need a test subject." Chris motioned to his friend to come
closer.
Justin rolled his eyes.
"Dude, why are you even taking that course? You're giving yourself extra
work.... You don't even need biology for what you do."
"I'm expanding my
horizons," he said matter-of-factly. Justin replied with a very skeptical
look. "This shit's really interesting," Chris defended himself.
"Now come on, I need to take someone's vitals for this lab."
Lance came into the room
from the front of the bus and sat on the couch between Chris and JC.
"Why don't you use
Lance, he's right there," Justin protested.
"Use me for
what?"
"Here, gimme your
hand." Chris held his hand out and took Lance's when he obliged.
"What are you gonna
do, read my palm?"
"Nope, I'm gonna
take your pulse." He started fishing for the spot to place his fingers on
the other man's wrist, but Lance pulled his hand away.
"No way, man, find another guinea pig."
"Oh, come *on*!
It's not like I'm doing rectal exams or anything...."
"Gee, thanks for
that visual, Chris," Justin said from across the room.
"You know you loved
it."
Justin just licked his
lips suggestively then turned back to the TV.
"Come on, Lance,
it's just the basics. Pulse, respiration, that's it." Chris pleaded with
him.
"No. You are not
taking my pulse." 'You couldn't even if you tried,' his inner voice chimed
in. 'Shut up,' he answered it. Chris just looked at him. "No," he
repeated, and he got up and left the room.
Chris turned to the
young man across the room. "Justin?"
"Oh,
alRIGHT..." He took Lance's vacated spot on the couch.
Neither of them paid
much attention when JC rose and left the room also. He found Lance sitting on
his bunk, playing with a Game Boy. JC leaned against the bunks across the aisle
from him.
"You know, I don't
think Chris is good enough to notice a bit of a beat irregularity." He
kept his tone light.
"I didn't want to
risk him trying," Lance replied without looking up from his game.
JC paused a moment,
watching him play. "It's more than that, isn't it? There's something
else." Lance just looked up at him, then went back to the little machine.
"Come on, Lance, talk to me." He paused again, but Lance didn't even
look up this time. He sighed in frustration. "We don't keep secrets! We're
too tight for that."
"There is no
secret."
"Bullshit."
"Jace, would you
please just drop it?" He finally looked up and met his friend's gaze.
"Please."
JC evaluated the
pleading look in the young man's eyes. He nodded. "Alright, I'll drop it.
For now." He went back into the den, shutting the door behind him.
Lance dropped the Game Boy
on the bunk beside him and laid back. He sighed and draped an arm across his
eyes. 'I can barely keep this secret for 3 months. How am I going to last 3
centuries?'
It was a week later, and
Lance was stretched out on the bed in
his hotel room, on the
phone.
"So how are things
going?" Julie was asking him.
"Great," he
said cheerfully. "I'm racking up quite the phone bill, taking care of
FreeLance from over here, but it's all coming along. The fans are as rabid as
ever. I'm tellin' ya, they're nuts in Europe!"
Julie laughed. "So
I've heard. How about the concerts?"
"Oh, the concerts!
It's amazing! I mean, I've always loved performing, loved being on stage. But
now.... it's like the entire place is just alive. I can *feel* every pulse of
the music, every wave of screams from the crowd. It's like I'm drugged when I'm
up there, or like things are more... real..... I can't even describe it."
He paused and listened for a moment. "Are you laughing at me???"
"No, no I'm
not!"
He shook his head and chuckled.
"Yeah, yeah. You've probably heard all this before, and now I sound just
like all the others."
"Actually, I never
really talked to any Toreadors before." She giggled again. "But you
do sound just how I pictured them, from all the griping Julian used to do about
Lillie."
"Gee, thanks for
that there, hon."
"Aw, I'm just glad
you're enjoying it all. And what about.... the rest of it?"
He paused, trying to
decide how much to tell her. "Outer circle, never been better. The
interviewers never ask anything that could lead some place bad, so that's fine.
I'm really finding that as long as I'm careful about what I do and where, it
never becomes an issue of having to lie or cover up."
"Mm-hm. And inner
circle?"
Lance sighed, and right
away she knew it wouldn't be good.
"Everything *was* going along fine, and then...." He sighed
again. "I don't know what happened, but..... it's all falling apart,"
he finally finished.
"Oh, no. That
bad?"
"Well, JC's the
only one with any idea that something's wrong, but he's being such a.... a....
a *bitch* about it, it's making everything tense! You'd need a hacksaw to cut
through the air on the bus some days."
"How come? I mean,
what... "
"He just seems to
notice all the little things. He never comes up with enough for me to
bother.... y'know.... But he knows something's up and he just won't leave it
alone. He never says anything in front of the other guys, he just gives me
*looks*, or talks to me in private. But it's starting to affect everyone."
He rolled over on the bed and readjusted the phone. "I don't know how much
longer we're gonna be able to keep it all together unless I fix this," he
said softly.
"Fix it how,
Lance?" He didn't respond to that. "Lance, you know...."
"No, I don't
know!" he cut her off. "All I know is we can't keep going like this.
Look, don't worry, I'll take care of it. It'll all be okay."
"I hope you're
right, sweetie."
"Yeah, so do
I."
They said their goodbyes
and hung up. Lance lay there for a long while, letting his mind wander.
'You could just let
things fall apart,' the voice inside of him said. 'Then you could slip back
into the woodwork and nobody would care, because *NSYNC would be gone.'
'Sure, and then add the
guilt of ruining my friends' lives and careers onto everything else. No
thanks,' he answered it. "I have to fix this," he said to the room.
But how......
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Another week passed, and
things continued to deteriorate. Lance felt like JC was watching his every
move, and he felt like he was slowly being driven crazy. Everyone in the group
was picking up on the tension, and finally one night, after a bad show, Chris
had had it. It was the first time it had actually affected a show, but once was
enough.
"You two! Sit!
Now!" he bellowed at them as they all stormed on the bus angrily. Lance
paused in the doorway to the bunks, and JC leaned against the counter in the
kitchen. "I said SIDDOWN!!" He waited until the two men had sat on
the ends of the benches around the little table. "I don't know what the
hell's going on between you two, but it's gone too far. What happened out there
tonight will never happen again, do you understand me?"
"Yes, Dad,"
Lance mumbled.
"Don't you pull
attitude on me. You were on that stage, you know exactly what I'm talkin'
about. Whatever it is, you guys either need to have it out for once and for all
or put it behind you. Now which is it
gonna be?"
JC looked at Lance,
challenge clearly in his eyes. Lance met his stare for a moment, then he
finally got up and started walking.
"Fine. In the back. I'll tell you everything."
"No way, man,"
JC called after him. "You got something to say, you say it to all of
us." Lance paused halfway down the little hallway of bunks and turned back
to face the rest of them. "I mean it. No secrets."
Lance looked at each of
them in turn, reading the looks on their faces. Finally Justin spoke.
"I'm with JC. If
there's something going on, I wanna know about it."
Lance threw his hands in
the air and turned back the way he'd been walking. "Fine," he said
again. "Whoever wants to hear this, come along. We'll make it a
party." He waved his hands in the air sarcastically.
All four guys followed
him into the little den in the back. Joey shut the door behind them and they
all found seats while Lance stayed standing. He paced back and forth in the
tiny space, options running through his head. There were really only two: make
up yet another story, or tell them the truth. He looked around the room at his
friends, then ran both his hands through his hair, making his decision. The
anger of the four other men was slowly dissipating as they watched him with
this obvious struggle.
"Alright,"
Lance finally said. "But you're not gonna believe this. I didn't either,
at first, and I was the one it happened to."
"What
happened?" Justin asked, almost afraid to.
Lance faced him, taking
a deep breath. "Remember that night we went to The Haven? And I stayed
behind after you all left?"
He and Chris both
concentrated, thinking back. Finally Chris looked up. "Ohhh yeah. And you
were all messed up the next day."
Lance rolled his eyes a
bit. "You could say that."
Chris thought again,
then he looked sharply at Lance. "Oh, no.
No, he did NOT get you into drugs...."
"No, no, no....
Come on, you know me better than that."
"Yeah, I *thought*
I did. It'd sure explain a lot, though."
"Well, no, it
wasn't drugs. He...." Lance looked up at the ceiling and shook his head.
"This is gonna sound so nuts...." He took a deep breath and looked at
the room again. He finally just blurted it out. "He made me drink his
blood, after he had drank all of mine."
Joey coughed from his
chair in the corner beside Lance. "You're telling us.... that you think
you're a vampire?!?"
"I don't think, I
know, and we're called Kindred."
"Oooo, Kindred, big
fancy word..." Justin laughed from his own chair in the corner across the
room from Joey.
JC was in the third
corner, at one end of the couch, and Chris stood from the other end of the
couch where he'd been sitting. "Dammit, Lance! We've got real problems here, and if you're
not even gonna take it seriously..." He reached for the doorknob, but JC
stopped him.
"Wait." He
looked at Lance squarely and calmly. "Prove it," he said.
Lance looked back at him
for a moment, then he shut his eyes. He mentally crossed his fingers and
concentrated. He was getting better at a lot of the things, but his conscious
control of his teeth and eyes was still touch and go, for some reason. He
opened his eyes and looked around the room; when he saw Chris pale and return
to his seat, he knew he'd at least gotten the colour to change.
"Believe me
now?" he asked, baring his fangs.
Joey shifted in his
seat. "You can pick those up at any costume store," he hedged.
Lance gave him an 'oh
please' look. "Can I get this at a costume store, too?" This was one
he was better at, since he enjoyed it so much. He paced the room a few times as
a wolf, then quickly returned to his human form.
The room had erupted.
"Jesus Christ!!" "Oh my God!" Finally Chris' voice raised
above the others and he stood up again.
"Holy fucking
shit!! What the hell...."
"Chris, calm down
and I'll explain everything." Lance took a step towards him, but he drew
back. Lance dropped his hands and looked away in dismay, but Chris said
nothing, returning to his seat in silence.
"Look, let's all
try to be rational here," Joey said. "I mean.... I can't really argue
with.... that.... but..." He thought for a second. "Okay. It was a
bright and sunny day today, we were all outside for most of the afternoon, and
you didn't even so much as get a tan. I thought you were supposed to burn up in
the sun."
Lance shook his head.
"Sunlight doesn't bother me, as long as I've... fed." He mumbled the
last word, and Joey grimaced.
Justin spoke next.
"We all had to get tests done before we could travel overseas. Wouldn't
the doctor have noticed something?"
"I found a Kindred
doctor, he faked all the tests for me."
Justin swallowed.
"You mean that new doc we all went to...."
Lance nodded with a
half-smirk. "We're all around you," he quipped.
"Shit....."
the young man whispered before Chris took a turn.
"Wait a second,
wait a second..... You say sunlight doesn't bother you if you've 'fed'. So you
still need to..." He couldn't bring himself to say it, but Lance nodded,
understanding exactly what he meant. "So why haven't the police been
knockin' at our doors, wanting to know about the trail of bodies behind
us?"
Lance looked insulted.
"Come on, Chris. My body's changed but I haven't. I've never killed
anyone."
"Well the media
then. Someone's gotta talk eventually."
"They don't have
anything to talk about. I always make sure they don't remember what I've done
after I leave them."
"Woah. You can
erase peoples' memories just like that?" Justin snapped his fingers.
Lance shrugged.
"Short term memories, yeah. But it's not quite *that* easy."
"Cool trick."
Justin sounded wary.
"It's the only way
to keep it a secret," Lance mumbled, looking at his hands.
Joey immediately noticed
his change in demeanour. "Hold up, there. You mean no one's supposed to
know any of this?"
Lance looked at him.
"Why do you think you haven't heard any of it before? Why do you think
it's taken me this long to tell you?"
"Well then why are
you telling us now?!?" Justin demanded.
Lance actually laughed
at this. "Do you think I could have gotten away with telling you anything
but the truth, after tonight?"
"Yes! *Anything*
else!! Geez, man!"
Lance shook his head.
"No way. Guys, this has been killing me.
The lying, the cover-ups.... And you've seen what it's done to us, too.
No more."
"Oh great. So
you'll just unload your little burden, tell us things that no one in the world
is ever supposed to know, just so you'll feel better. Thanks."
"Wait," Joey
spoke again. "You're not going to try your little mind trick on *us* after
this, are you?"
Justin started shaking
his head. "Nu-uh. I like my mind just the way it is,
thankyouverymuch."
Lance quickly started
trying to reassure them. "No.... I won't...."
"You should,
shouldn't you?" JC finally spoke from his corner. He spoke softly, but
everyone stopped talking and looked at him.
Lance didn't answer. "And you have before, haven't you?" It
was more a statement than a question, and the look of pure shame on Lance's
face as he stared at his hands again was the only answer they needed.
"When?" Chris
stared daggers at Lance. "WHEN and WHO!?!?"
JC answered him.
"At your pre-rehearsal party." He looked at Lance, who wouldn't
return his gaze. "We went upstairs to talk, and then you left. I didn't
just fall asleep on my own, did I?"
Lance finally looked at
him, tears streaming down his face in bright red streaks. "I'm sorry. I...
I couldn't.... There was nothing else I could do."
JC looked away and
didn't say any more, but Joey went ballistic.
"Jesus, Lance! Friends aren't supposed to mess with each others'
minds, for God's sake!"
Lance looked at him,
angry. "Yeah, well friends *are* supposed to accept each other for what
they are, and that's certainly not what I'm getting here!" He wiped his
face on his sleeve, not caring about the stains.
"And what are we
supposed to say?!? 'Gee whiz, you've become a blood sucking monster. Hey,
anyone up for a movie?!?'"
Lance stepped back,
wounded. "Well I was expecting a little better than this."
"What else has
there been?" Chris said, and it sounded much like an accusation.
"You've never... oh, shit.... you've never made lunch out of one of us
have you?"
"No! No, never, I
swear to God...." He reached a hand out to Chris, who pulled back again.
The look of pain in
Lance's reddened eyes when he did so was one Chris didn't think he'd forget for
a long time. He took pity and softened his voice a little. "No, you've
got... you're...." he gestured at Lance's face and then at his own. Lance
figured out what he was referring to, and he wiped his eyes more thoroughly
with his shirt.
"Those tissues in
the bathroom the other day after we watched that movie...." Justin said
softly. "That wasn't a nosebleed, I guess?"
Lance tried to laugh.
"No. I guess I'm still a sucker for sappy movies." His lame attempt
at humour fell flat. He looked around the room now that quiet had descended.
The other four were no longer jumping and screaming, but they were far from accepting
him. The looks he could read in their faces were blends of anger, disgust,
fear, and sorrow, and his heart sank. These were his closest friends, his
brothers, and they wouldn't even let him get near them.
A memory rose in his
mind, that of the night he had sat in The Haven and Emma had come to talk to
him. Her words came back to him now, and suddenly they all made sense. He had
been looking to the group as his peers, asking their acceptance of him as an
equal despite all the changes. Things were clearer now. They were still his
friends, and he would love them and protect them, but they would never again be
equals.
He looked up at them all
and started to speak. "Look, guys...."
"The longer we sit
here, the harder it'll be for you to get this out of our heads," JC
interrupted him. His tone was still quiet; he wasn't accusing, just stating a
fact.
Lance sighed &
nodded. "Yeah, but that would take hours. We're still okay."
JC shrugged. "The
sooner the better."
Justin sat up.
"Woah, wait, I thought you said you wouldn't do that?"
"I'm sorry, Justin.
I.... I never should have told you guys. I should have come up with something
else, some other excuse."
"And what about the
next time this happens? When someone else starts to notice things are funny
with you. Are we gonna go through all this again?" Chris wanted to know.
"No. I've learned
my lesson, you shouldn't notice anything again. And if you do... I think I can
leave you with suggestions that anything strange doesn't really matter."
Everyone sat and looked
at each other in silence for awhile. Finally Lance stood, opened the door, and
stood back from it. "Let's do it then. You can all go lie in your bunks.
In the morning, you'll just think we went straight to bed after the show."
They all filed past him
silently. Chris was the only one who looked up at him, and Lance wished he
hadn't. He stared at him for a second, then shook his head and kept walking.
Once they were all
situated in their beds, Lance put them out one by one then spoke to them as a
group.......
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
They pulled into the
hotel that morning just in time to have quick showers in their rooms before
their scheduled photo shoot. JC, Joey,
and Chris filed off the bus first, and Lance was at his bunk shoving some
things into a bag when Justin squeezed past him.
The younger man noticed
the blood stains on Lance's pillow. "Hey man, you have another nosebleed
last night?"
"Huh? Oh, yeah. I
woke up with it in the night."
"You should get
that checked out. It's not normal to have so many in a week."
"Nah, it's fine. We
just need a humidifier; the air's so dry in here...."
Justin started to head
off the bus, but he stopped. "Hey, you okay? You seem down, or
something."
Lance shrugged and tried
to sound nonchalant. "Yeah, I'm good. I think I'm just homesick."
Justin chuckled and
resumed walking. "Yeah, I hear ya. You'd think we'd be used to it by now.
I guess nothing ever changes, huh?" he called over his shoulder.
"Nope...."
Lance answered him, then he sat on his bunk and whispered to the empty bus.
"And the more they change, the more they stay the same......"
The End
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