Nick stepped into the house, feeling out of place already since this life seemed to be no longer.

Brian looked curiously at Nick while watching the mystery girl like a hawk. "Nick, Kev was so pissed. We had a major rehearsal today. I really hope you have a good explanation or your life may be no more. I mean, where have you been? I was really startin' to worry!"

Nick snickered slightly and then noticed the confused look on Brian's face. "I...I just...I was being irresponsible," he sighed.

"He was helping me out. My name's Natasha," she softly spoke. "Your friend here helped me home from the Trans Con party. I guess I had one too many drinks. He refused to leave my side until I felt completely better." She held her hand out to Brian.

He hesitantly took it; unsure of the story he was being fed. "Yea, that's our Frack. I doubt Kev will buy it though. At least you're home right now and you can go to the rehearsal before the show tomorrow."

"Tomorrow? As in, during the day?" Nick began to panic.

"Look, I know it's late, but we've ran on less sleep than this!" laughed Brian.

He looked at Natasha, his eyes pleading with her. 'I need to tell him. I can't keep this from him!'

'You'll put him in more danger than what he already is. I'll help you out.'

Brian watched as they had a staring contest, confused by everything that had happened so far. "What's going on?"

Nick's eyes snapped away from Natasha and to a perturbed Brian. "Nothing," he sighed. "Is it okay if we crash in the guestroom?"

'We?' thought Brian. 'They're we already?' "Yea, that's fine," he shrugged.

"Thanks," smiled Nick, hearing his thoughts. He grabbed Natasha's arm and led her to the room, hearing Brian gasp but ignoring it.

As he passed by, Brian noticed Nick's eyes seem to almost...glow. 'I know I did not just see that! What the hell is going on?' He shook his head, going to lie down for some obvious much needed rest.

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"He suspects something!" Nick whispered as he held Natasha in his arms.

"Nickolas, you should be worried about tomorrow. There's only one thing I can think of to help you through this."

"What's that?" he asked curiously.

"You'll have to feed from me. You must feed from me again, Nickolas."

"No, Natasha, I can't do that. You said yourself that it can't happen often or you'll die."

"Nickolas, you barely fed from me the last time. Plus, I doubt that you'll suck me of all my blood!" she quietly giggled.

He glanced at her body up and down. "With the hunger I'm feeling right now, I wouldn't doubt it," he laughed.

"Well, then, I guess we'll have to feed some of that extra hunger in another way," she smiled.

"Come here," he grinned pulling her closer to him for a kiss. He felt her back away a little. "What's wrong?"

"Can I do something for you that I've never done for another man?"

"I thought you already did that," he giggled, rubbing his nose against hers for an Eskimo kiss.

She smiled, quickly bolting her hand underneath the covers and grabbing his already erect cock in her hands. "Does this feel good, my angel boy?" Nick's breath quickened, his eyes glowing more. "That's the one true way I can tell you're turned on. My eyes never glowed with Justin," she sighed, continuing to rub him.

He sat up slightly, rubbing her face. "They're glowing right now," he whispered. "I can give you things he never can." His mouth soon devoured hers in a mind exploding kiss. "I wanna make love to you,"

"You never do anything less," she smiled.

"I want this to surpass what we've done." His eyes sparkled as they drank in her beauty. "I've never done anything like this before." He sat up, sitting Indiana style across from her. He took her small hands within his, mustering up courage to speak from his heart.