Title: Chance Encounters
Author: Blue Gold
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Pairings: Adrian/Quinn, Adrian/Master (implied)
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Adrian’s in heat and picks up a feisty bed partner and things take a turn for the worse.
Warnings: None really
Adrian walked into the brothel and ignored the hungry looks he received from the other patrons. He may have been 600 years old but he still looked like a fresh face boy just coning into manhood, a blessing and a curse.

Adrian was taken by surprise when one of the men sitting on a large couch pulled him onto his lap. “Hello little one lost? Jean! I’ll take this one!”

The owner looked up and frowned, “Merde, he’s not mine.”

“Release me,” Adrian growled.

“Why little one I can show you what its like to be with a real man.”

“With what?” Adrian asked grabbing his crotch, “I need something that is larger than my little finger,” he said using just a little of his unnatural strength to make the man cry out. He climbed out of his lap and held the owners eye.

“I have just the person for you, came to us just today,” Jean said leading Adrian upstairs, “still very feisty.”

Jean lead him down the hall and he heard some mad laughter and what sounded like choking as Jean remained oblivious. He opened the door and his latest acquisition was strangling one of the struggling customers. Continue reading →

Title: Chance Encounters part 2
Author: Blue Gold
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Pairings: Adrian/Quinn, Adrian/Master (implied)
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Adrian’s in heat and picks up a feisty bed partner and things take a turn for the worse.
Warnings: None really

Quinn watched as Adrian’s hung limply in the other creature’s hand. Avi bit his wrist and allowed the blood to flow into Adrian’s mouth. When Adrian tried to latch onto his wrist, he was tossed back onto the bed.

Adrian shakily got to his knees, crawling towards his master arms out stretched. “Ma…Master.”

“You dare bring that thing into my home? I want you and that filth gone.”

“Master…” Adrian started.

“If you have not left by the time I return I will destroy you and your childe.”

“Master…please…” Adrian pleaded his eyes filling with tears as the being turned and left and Adrian burst into sobs. Quinn came out of his corner and put his hand on Adrian’s shoulder. After a few minutes the tears stopped and Adrian looked over at Quinn puffy eyed and depressed.

He sighed climbing out of the bed, and swaying slightly. Quinn steadied him and followed him like his shadow, He helped Adrian into his clothes and watched as the boy took a small satchel and shoved a few more shirts and pants into it. He looked at Quinn, seemingly noticing his nudity for the first time.

“In that chest,” he said shakily pointing, “master’s mortal clothes.”
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Title: Chance Encounters part 3
Author: Blue Gold
E-mail: midnightscribbles@gmail.com
Beta: none
Archive: http://slash.midnightscribbes.com
Pairings: Adrian/Quinn, Adrian/Master (implied)
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Adrian’s in heat and picks up a feisty bed partner and things take a turn for the worse.
Warnings: None really

Quinn started to search the cargo hold, for the third time. They were running low on rats and he did not want to risk exposure by the humans who had yet to come down here. Then again there was no food and no reason to look at the hold of a ship transporting printing machines. He had been stunned the day, well night he had actually been able to understand the strange buzz of thoughts he constantly heard.

The thing that really amazed him, he had kept from Adrian. He had had a strange ability to move small objects with a thought. It had never amounted to much out of fear and the heaviest object he had ever moved was a horseshoe. And that had exhausted him. Now he moved both satchels with ease though he could not do the same with Adrian.

He realized he had lost track of nights in the monotony and wondered if he had lost his mind saddling himself with this child vampire. Why did he bother? He only had Adrian’s word that he would not have had died. Turning to the vampire his anger dissolved.

Curled up on his side in a fetal position he held a clenched fist to his chest. Lips parted slightly Quinn could see him fight for every breath. And he knew he did not want to see Adrian lose this battle. Instinctively he knew he needed very little blood to survive and a single person could feed him for weeks.
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