Origin: Part One
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spongetasticTwo Years Ago…
“What’ve we got?”
“Teenage boy, seventeen years old. Passed out during soccer practice at school. His vitals show he’s experiencing severe anemia.”
“That’s the fifth one this week. What the hell is going on?”
Peter watched the doctors wheel off the teenager. He remembered taking in an anemic patient just the other day. In that case it was a sixteen-year-old girl. Peter remembered seeing strange marks on the girl’s neck when he brought her in. Not like the Company’s marks but close enough to make him wonder. Now there was this boy and Peter had to know.
Once the patient was stable Peter made his way into the room. Aside from the pale skin and the uneasy breathing, the kid looked pretty good.
“Hi, my name’s Peter. How are you feeling?”
“Fine.” The boy shifted in bed. “Is my mom here?”
“Not yet.” Peter noticed that there were marks on the boy’s neck. The same marks as the girl. “Mind explaining those marks to me?” The boy shifted again and tried to pull his shirt collar over the marks. “Listen…” Peter leaned forward a little. “This is all patient confidentiality. I swear that whatever you tell me will not leave this room.”
The boy swallowed, meeting uncertainly with Peter’s eyes. Peter didn’t want to use his telepathy but this kid was tempting him. Those marks almost looked like bite marks.
“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”
“Try me,” Peter said with a quirk of his lips.
“Okay. So… you ever seen True Blood?” Peter nodded, wondering where this was going. “Some people get into it. Like… really into it.”
“So, what? Your girlfriend bit you and drained your blood?” The boy didn’t answer. With a sigh Peter tapped into the teenager’s thoughts. Vampire club… Mom will kill me if she knew… “I won’t tell your mom,” Peter persisted. The whole vampire club thing didn’t make any sense to him. He was missing something but didn’t want to invade too deeply to find out.
“There’s a club. They cater to people who… you know…”
“Fangbangers,” Peter finished with a nod. “I think I get the picture, but you need to be more careful. Severe anemia can cause heart problems.”
“Got it.” Whatever… He doesn’t know. It’s better than sex… Peter frowned at those thoughts. This definitely wasn’t about the Company. This was something else…
“Are you telling me that vampires are real?” That shouldn’t have surprised him, with everything he’d seen and done. But even so the idea was fantastic. Extraordinary…
“I’m not saying anything else.” Not that he needed to. Peter learned all he needed to know from the boy’s head.
-- --
He didn’t know how he should dress for the club. He’d been to clubs before but it’d been a long time. So Peter opted for black. Black worked with everything, especially at a vampire club.
It was so obvious. Club Crocs Et Sang: Fangs and Blood. Peter was just a face in the crowd. He got a drink and weaved through them, trying to pick out thoughts and figure out which one was draining teenagers.
No clues. Most of them were thinking of sex or how cute that person was, or some other insignificant thought. Nothing that would help him understand what happened to those kids.
“Hello there, handsome.” A beautiful woman had sidled up to him. She was dressed in a glittering red blouse and black skirt. “You’re a new face,” she continued thoughtfully. “You here for a drink?”
“Yeah,” Peter answered. “I guess I am.” She flashed him a smile, and he saw fangs gleaming in the light. They looked incredibly convincing. The woman leaned in close. “You smell nice,” Peter observed. “Like vanilla.”
“I know.” Her lips pulled into a smile. “It’s to curb the smell of death.” Peter wasn’t sure if she was joking or not. Then her fangs were sinking into his neck.
He jerked in surprise; he wasn’t expecting to feel real pain. He could feel her drinking his blood. It frightened him, but it felt good too. Arousing. He didn’t expect that, either: to be turned on by this, for his neck to be this sensitive.
He tried to remember why he came, but it was hard. The vampire pulled away after a while, licking her lips clean of his blood. Peter’s dick jumped a little in his pants.
“Want to go somewhere quieter?” the vampire asked him. Peter swallowed hard.
“Yes.”
“What’ve we got?”
“Teenage boy, seventeen years old. Passed out during soccer practice at school. His vitals show he’s experiencing severe anemia.”
“That’s the fifth one this week. What the hell is going on?”
Peter watched the doctors wheel off the teenager. He remembered taking in an anemic patient just the other day. In that case it was a sixteen-year-old girl. Peter remembered seeing strange marks on the girl’s neck when he brought her in. Not like the Company’s marks but close enough to make him wonder. Now there was this boy and Peter had to know.
Once the patient was stable Peter made his way into the room. Aside from the pale skin and the uneasy breathing, the kid looked pretty good.
“Hi, my name’s Peter. How are you feeling?”
“Fine.” The boy shifted in bed. “Is my mom here?”
“Not yet.” Peter noticed that there were marks on the boy’s neck. The same marks as the girl. “Mind explaining those marks to me?” The boy shifted again and tried to pull his shirt collar over the marks. “Listen…” Peter leaned forward a little. “This is all patient confidentiality. I swear that whatever you tell me will not leave this room.”
The boy swallowed, meeting uncertainly with Peter’s eyes. Peter didn’t want to use his telepathy but this kid was tempting him. Those marks almost looked like bite marks.
“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”
“Try me,” Peter said with a quirk of his lips.
“Okay. So… you ever seen True Blood?” Peter nodded, wondering where this was going. “Some people get into it. Like… really into it.”
“So, what? Your girlfriend bit you and drained your blood?” The boy didn’t answer. With a sigh Peter tapped into the teenager’s thoughts. Vampire club… Mom will kill me if she knew… “I won’t tell your mom,” Peter persisted. The whole vampire club thing didn’t make any sense to him. He was missing something but didn’t want to invade too deeply to find out.
“There’s a club. They cater to people who… you know…”
“Fangbangers,” Peter finished with a nod. “I think I get the picture, but you need to be more careful. Severe anemia can cause heart problems.”
“Got it.” Whatever… He doesn’t know. It’s better than sex… Peter frowned at those thoughts. This definitely wasn’t about the Company. This was something else…
“Are you telling me that vampires are real?” That shouldn’t have surprised him, with everything he’d seen and done. But even so the idea was fantastic. Extraordinary…
“I’m not saying anything else.” Not that he needed to. Peter learned all he needed to know from the boy’s head.
-- --
He didn’t know how he should dress for the club. He’d been to clubs before but it’d been a long time. So Peter opted for black. Black worked with everything, especially at a vampire club.
It was so obvious. Club Crocs Et Sang: Fangs and Blood. Peter was just a face in the crowd. He got a drink and weaved through them, trying to pick out thoughts and figure out which one was draining teenagers.
No clues. Most of them were thinking of sex or how cute that person was, or some other insignificant thought. Nothing that would help him understand what happened to those kids.
“Hello there, handsome.” A beautiful woman had sidled up to him. She was dressed in a glittering red blouse and black skirt. “You’re a new face,” she continued thoughtfully. “You here for a drink?”
“Yeah,” Peter answered. “I guess I am.” She flashed him a smile, and he saw fangs gleaming in the light. They looked incredibly convincing. The woman leaned in close. “You smell nice,” Peter observed. “Like vanilla.”
“I know.” Her lips pulled into a smile. “It’s to curb the smell of death.” Peter wasn’t sure if she was joking or not. Then her fangs were sinking into his neck.
He jerked in surprise; he wasn’t expecting to feel real pain. He could feel her drinking his blood. It frightened him, but it felt good too. Arousing. He didn’t expect that, either: to be turned on by this, for his neck to be this sensitive.
He tried to remember why he came, but it was hard. The vampire pulled away after a while, licking her lips clean of his blood. Peter’s dick jumped a little in his pants.
“Want to go somewhere quieter?” the vampire asked him. Peter swallowed hard.
“Yes.”