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The speed at which it happened made Daniel freeze. No, this couldn’t be real. Not in a million years. He had turned a corner to take a smoke away from the crowd and low and behold he found something that wasn't meant for him to see.
Watching the light leave someone’s eyes. The way their mouth had formed a scream but it seemed to get caught in their throat.
How the blood drained from their face preternaturally, and in a way they lost that spark that made them human.
But what was so strange is how it happened, the teeth, the silent death, the gentle caress of a hand. Poetic in a way.
The man was twitching, the nerves in his brain reacting to the stimulus as it ceased to function.
He’s died… right before Daniels eyes and he stood there, a deer in the headlights. Transfixed upon the horror of it all.
He never knew blood could be so red.
Fuck.
Daniel stepped back, his shoe scuffing against the ground.
Fuck.
The thing, dropped the mans body. And Daniels eyes followed it, the way it hit the ground lacked the humanity of a body, it felt like a dream, worse than his usual bad trips.
Daniels eyes traveled up this things- no this mans face, and he froze. Shock and horror registering all at once as he staggers back, his drug induced daze causing his reactions to be slow. He didn’t see the man move.
Who knew a monster could be so beautiful. Green brilliant eyes that held no humanity, brown skin that made his eyes stand out like stars, he was stunning. Of course a monster would be beautiful.
“Hello there boy, didn’t your mother ever teach you it’s rude to stare?” He had a twang to his voice, accented on the T’s and R’s. He’s there so quick and so close that Daniel staggers. “I-“ he swallowed, “I-“ The man crowded Daniel before he was prepared for it, too quick and so close.
“I- I- I-“ the man mocked him almost drawling in a moan as he licked his fangs clean, leering down at Daniel like another snack. He wasn’t taller than Daniel, but he had a way about him that made Daniel cower.
“Speak properly boy, or you may bore me.” He sniffed at him as he ended his words on a drunken hum.
“Is this? Some kind of sick joke for the Holiday?” He licked his lips and glanced back down at the body, his eyes darting to the alley escape where the ruckus laughter of the crowd lingered just out of sight. He wasn't even sure if the crowd would be able to hear him if he did yell.
“Don’t look there boy,” he tucked a hand under Daniels chin holding him in place. “Look at me.” Daniels Adams apple bobbed as he looked at the mans blood stained mouth, the mess on his shirt and the way his eyes leered at him. “I didn’t see anything sir…” he felt cowed into a corner and the lamest lie that he could possibly imagine tumbled from his mouth. “Oh come now boy, don’t lie to little ol me. You saw it, and unfortunately for you that means you gotta die. Can’t leave any messes ya know?” He sighs and brings a hand up messing with Daniels curls. He drags his nails down his scalp pulling a whimper from Daniel. He didn’t know he could make that sound. "Shame to kill a fellow omega, we are so tantalizing aren't we? But the taste has always been my favorite..." he hummed inhaling the scent of the other again.
Daniel's pulse picked up the pace and he felt fear zing through his spine. “No- what if I interview you, I’m a writer, you probably have hell of a story to tell,” the drug fog made him slow but his silver tongue worked faster. “Too bad, your mind is a whirlwind, what a fascinating boy you are. A marvel I have never seen before.” He inhaled against Daniel's jawline and sighed openly. “You’re probably gonna give me a wonderful trip~” Daniel couldn’t move his body, and he squeezed his eyes shut tight.
He was going to die.
In that moment Daniel was certain he was going to be turned into mince meat by this terrifyingly beautiful man, but an angel in that moment seemed to intervene. “Louis! Stop playing with your food! The boss is going to be angry if we don’t come home soon!” A french voice distracted Louis and in that moment, Daniel shoved him with all his strength, and ran.
He figured he wouldn’t get much of a lead, but ANYTHING would be good.
“Oh for fucks sake Lestat, you made me lose my snack!”
FUCK FUCK FUCK.
Daniel stumbled down the lane into the street that was filled with buskers for the street fair. Thank fuck for hippies. He looked behind him and he wasn’t being followed, and he shuddered hugging himself as the adrenaline dumped from his body. Did you know adrenaline dumping when you’re already tripping sucks ass? The more you know…. Daniel certainly knew this well now.
He stumbled producing a sour fear smell that he tried desperately to suppress. He knew if they tried to follow him that sharp scent of fear would make it easy. He did his best, attempting to blend in with the rickshas crowd. “I need a fucking drink..” He shuddered again and rubbed his face. San Francisco in the 70s was beautiful, but it was also incredibly expensive for Daniels drug habits. Rich hippies were the fucking worst and usually had the worst dope, but they usually were fun at parties.
It was hard to explain to anyone who knew him, why he did it, when he could barely afford rent. Not that he would admit that it was the only thing that made him think clearly, the only thing that quieted his self loathing. So he would scam his dealers, stupid yes, but well worth the reward. Daniel had wrapped his arms around himself as he shoved his way through the crowd.
Now his brain just desperately wanted a distraction, something comfortable and safe, he wanted to go home. He swallowed as looked over his shoulder, paranoia breeching is inner most safe places within the cracks of his mind. He didn’t see those bright green eyes, he didn’t hear any distinct accents.
He was safe.
Come on Daniel! It’s fine, you got away, was probably just a dumb prank anyways.
There was a time when Daniel used to feel scared all the time, being an Omega had its disadvantages, especially in the 60s when he was growing up. Shit was brutal, thankfully, Jewish families held Omega’s in high regard, they were the way to pass down the religion. It was kind of an honor really, he got treated pretty normally growing up, it was just dealing with the nut jobs at school that made things difficult.
Thank god for suppressants.
He could kiss the Omega who invented them, it made his life almost 90% normal. Well, almost, there was that glaring 10% of stupid animal brain instincts. Those could really not be helped and it drove him insane. Made the sex fun though just so long as whoever he was sucking off didn’t try to actually fuck him.
Although Alpha women? So much fun, all the reward none of the risk really. He couldn’t get impregnated by them and he could still enjoy the effects of pheromones. It was truly the best… he felt himself grow a bit hot at the idea of the girl he had slept with recently.
Holy Fuck, Daniel smacked himself in the face. You just saw someone get murdered get your head out of the damn gutter. He swore to himself and shook out his hands. Time to go home.
Finish out this bad trip. And pray those whack jobs left him alone.
He shuddered the images of sunken skin, blood that was too red to be real, all flashed through his mind. Just gotta get home, come on Danny.
He hissed and rubbed his arms, the lack of adrenaline and drugs made him go all clammy. Fuck.
Fuck, what should he do? Go to the cops? Nah they probably wouldn’t do anything. Probably some fucked up satanic shit. Oh god… could that guy be the fuckin Zodiac Killer?
Christ… what was he gonna do?
When Daniel made it home he was shaking still, less cold, but still freaked out. It was gonna be a bad night. Maybe what he saw was just a bad trip?
He sighed and locked his doors and barred his windows, shutting the blinds. The flash of someone standing below his window caused him to jump and pull back the blinds to look closer… but no, no one was there.
“Dan you’re getting paranoid, fuckin cut it out,” He sighed and turned around. Too wired to sleep. Too jumpy to just sit around and do nothing.
He turned his type writer gleaming like an open invitation. Maybe just a story? He could turn it into a spooky story for the paper he was writing for, it was getting close to October he could pitch it to them.
Not exactly the journalism he liked to do, but fuck, he needed to spin this story into something that wasn’t true. Just like how vampires aren’t fucking real. Just like how he was tripping hard and that’s all it was.
Not that he dared acknowledge the blood on his shoes, he wouldn’t dare.
He sighed let the words flow, typing and sighing, and pausing any time the tiniest creak was heard until he had typed it all out.
“Well, it’ll do, I’ll tear it apart later but for now,.. fuck my life.” He buried his palms, in his eyes and dared to look at the clock.
5:02 am glared back at him.
Soon, he found himself unwashed, and hitting his pillow.
Daniel didn’t remember his dreams, but the onlookers to his apartment did. They could see his ever thought, hear his every breath, and know his every mood like it were nothing of consequence. For the boy was nothing of consequence.
Maitre is going to be furious with you. Madelines voice cooed in Louis’ ear as he glared up at Daniels place. Yea yea, shut up. If he we get his ass we won’t have any problems.
Lestat thinks there is no point. If the boy was going to tell anyone, he would have done so already.
“He is writing a story about us!”
Lestat scoffed, “Oh and you think I am dramatic Louis. So what? It is being passed off as a piece of fiction. I thought you found him fascinating.” His lips coiled around the word and Louis knew this boy was as good as dead.
“Look! We just take him to Maitre and let him decide what to do okay?”
“Oh~ Is the sweet little omega afraid of upsetting his sweet sweet alpha” This earned Lestat a harsh snarl and a laugh from Madeline. “Oh you two, for fucks sake. You are a mated pair and you act like precocious siblings. Give it a rest!”
Louis and Lestat both let out displeased sighs, but the way their hands touched meant they were fine. They enjoyed the conflict.
Madeline wrapped her arms around herself, “So what do you think we should do?” She looked to the two of them.
“Well, if my dear little Louis is fine with it,” that earned him an eye roll much to his delight. “I think we should find the drug dealers he owes money to…” he trailed off and the other two caught his meaning.
“Yes… that is what we shall do,” And like an early morning rain it was like they weren’t there at all.
Daniel awoke far too late to say he had the rest of the day to his advantage. But in what world would a druggy care about an early morning?
He showered, shaved, changed his clothes into something less rumbled and found his eyes drifting to his type writer.
The story was gone.
He frowned and started towards the desk when his door bell rang… he sighed, the night before a passing drug induced memory as he approached the door.
If only he had thought to check the peep hole.
If only he hadn’t undone his dead bolts.
Not that they would have saved him.
Before he knew it, he was out on the ground, two alphas pinning him down while the green eyed omega from before held a finely shined loafer to his face, using it to angle it up.
“What a fine writer you are Mr. Molloy, mind if I call ya Daniel?”
He hummed and paced around looking at the dingy apartment he had. “Take him to Maitre boys, knock him out too, but don’t bite him. I figure we should leave a treat for the Maitre as an apology for our mistake.”
Daniel couldn’t speak. It was like he was immobilized. The blonde to his left was the one that seemed to be doing the least amount of work. But his eye contact was intense, “Louis, are you sure? I can keep him in line so we don’t attract attention so early in the evening.”
“Lucky for us, you live in an alley Mr. Molloy, made it much easier for us to fetch you.” Daniel noted the umbrella in Louis’ hand.
I am so fucking screwed.
Daniel moved his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. “Go ahead, let him talk Lestat. Kill him if he screams of course.” Louis lowered himself into a squatting position in front of Daniel and smiled. “I- I thought I was trippin man, No one would believe me anyways.” He heard a soft whimper come out as sweat began to pour from his face.
“Please- Please- I-“
“Shhh shhh shh, now, now Mr. Molloy, I won’t be hurting you. But you owe my boss some money. And he is not a patient man.” Daniel could only cry in silence as the panic and dread set in. He couldn’t even make a sound as something puppeteers him away from the safety of his home and to the car that waited in the street.
Daniel, was so totally fucked.