BOYS OF THE NIGHT - CHAPTER #12



AJ smirked. "Really?" Not taking Justin's threats seriously,
he was caught off guard when he found himself surrounded by the
group.
Justin laughed. "Yeah, AJ. Really."
As they closed in like pack animals, Bone looked all around,
searching for an opening or hole in their offensive position. He gulped when he realized that there was none. Preparing to fend off the NSYNCers, he crouched low to the ground, his muscles tense and waiting to let loose like a spring when he needed them to. Justin watched the odd ritual, realizing that fighting the Backstreet Boy would be like fighting a tiger. AJ stared Justin down, telepathically telling him to back off. But Brillo Head wasn't so easily swayed once his plans were in motion.
Chris attacked first, jumping on AJ's back from behind, sending
them both flying to the floor and sliding a few feet. He pinned AJ
beneath his weight, nearly crushing the smaller Gangrel.
As Bone was helplessly trapped under him, Lance and JC leapt in
to the frenzy of kicking legs and flailing arms. They tore at him
with their sharp fangs and nails, ripping through his flesh where
ever they could find a spot to bite or scratch. AJ yowled in pain,
struggling to get a limb free to fight back with.
To hell with fair fighting, he thought and sank his fangs in Chris's forearm viciously. His teeth hit the bone and his jaw locked - like a pitbull, he didn't let go.
Chris wailed in agony and tore free from AJ 'death bite,'
ripping off a chunk of muscle and tissue from his arm, forcing him
to scream even louder. He backed away - roaring obscenities in
Romanian at the Gangrel. For a split second, the others looked up
to watch their companion walk away, nursing his wound, and AJ saw
his chance, he sat up and pushed Lance hard, sending him across the
floor with a thud. He hit a few surprised dancers and made a
commotion. Before everyone knew it, the whole place was watching
the brawl. Some were even chanting AJ on.
A stunned JC just looked at him, making no move to stop the
angry Gangrel. He crawled away slowly, not turning his back to AJ
in fear of ending up like Lance or Chris. AJ glared at him, and
stood up, slowly and threateningly walking over to him.
JC turned and began to bolt, but was grabbed by the leg and
dragged back, kicking and screeching about how he was sorry for
starting a fight with the Backstreet Boy. Joey began to charge AJ
in an attempt to save his friend, but was thrown to the floor as JC
was tossed at him, hitting him full-force in the stomach. They both
laid there, afraid to face AJ again.
AJ panted loudy and let his legs collapse from underneath him. His body was covered in spitty bites that had broken the skin completely. His stomach was criss-crossed with lacerations from their raking nails. He was losing blood and his breathing was becoming very labored. AJ realized that for once in his life, he was losing the battle. Kevin tried pushing through the thick crowd, but the fight was over before he even got there.
Chris and Lance rushed up from behind and grabbed both of AJ's
muscular arms, wrenching them behind him. Bone moaned loudly, the
pain unbearable as they twisted his shoulders in the wrong direction
and bit at him, tearing up his body again with razor-sharp teeth.
"What the fuck?!! Get the hell up and fight him!!!" Justin
commanded to JC and Joey. He yelped when a sudden hand reached out
and pulled his head back by the hair, exposing the tender flesh at
his throat. He was now face-to-face with none other than the
Backstreet Leader himself... Kevin.
"Oh God!!! I'm so sorry!! Please!! God, I'm sorry!!!" he
pleaded to the Ventru.
"Fuck your apologies! It's too late now! Call them off!!
Every one of them!! NOW," Kevin ordered, the rage making his
already terrifying voice even louder.
"Guys!! Let him go!! Just let him go!!" he screamed, Kevin's
claws at his soft neck, gently playing along the skin, tormenting
him, letting him know who had the upper hand.
The two slowly let go and AJ slumped to the floor in a small
pool of his own thick, red blood. They cautiously stepped away from him, their eyes glued to their ringleader as his very life lay in the
hands of a merciless Kevin.
The Ventru watched them, smiling devilshly. He was in complete
control. They probably should have thought of the fact that the Backstreet Boys always worked in teams.
"Farther! Back up farther! Slowly!! Come on, dammit!!!
Move!!" he yelled at his rivals. Eventually, they were far enough
away from his mate to satisfy him. He gripped the fist full of
Justin's hair harder, making the vampire whimper and quiver
in his grasp. His rage boiled higher as he saw the glistening blood
from AJ on their lips. In repulsion, he threw Justin roughly to the
floor. The Brujah laid there at his feet, too scared to move away,
his eyes transfixed on the elder and glazed over with fear.
"Who's your maker?" Kevin growled. "Who owns you?"
Justin didn't reply, but lay shaking on the ground, a hand held
up to shield his face.
"I said who's your maker?!! Did you hear me, white boy?!!" he
yelled now, grabbing him again, this time by the wrist.
He nodded and fearfully whispered, "Jordan."
"JORDAN??? KNIGHT???!!!"
The younger vampire nodded again.
He roared like a lion and glared, his eyes turning red as
flames. He backhanded Justin in the face forcefully. The Brujah
fell back from the blow and turned away, curling up in a fetal
position.
Kevin leapt over his rigid body and ran to AJ's still form, bleeding on the floor. He let his eyes soften, feeling pain in his heart as he watched his mate close his eyes tightly and take shallow, fast breaths. He was obviously in an immense amount of pain.
"AJ?" he whipered quietly, running a few fingers over his
bitten throat gently. The Gangrel moaned again, and Kevin looked at
his hand.
It was covered in AJ's blood. He gagged on what felt like
vomit, realizing how badly injured his friend was. A tear rolled
down his cheek as he lifted AJ effortlessly up and carried him past
all the staring crowds. Everyone was silent; afraid to say anything
about what had taken place mere minutes before and not really sure
would even could be said. Kevin carried AJ out of the club and
walked to the car, fighting his emotions with everything he had. I
have to stay calm, he thought. AJ needs it that way. But slowly
and surely, the icy wall came down, leaving him exposed to the cruel
world. He stared into AJ's face, twisted with pain. And then, for
the first time, he realized how much he cared for the companion in
his arms.
Letting the tears run freely now, Kevin silently prayed, "Oh
God... please don't take my AJ away..."