BOYS OF THE NIGHT - #13




"Dammit, AJ! You almost died in my arms! I don't want to
lose you to your stupid fights! You can never just walk away, even when it's better for you!" Kevin yelled from upstairs.
"Well, la-dee-fucking-da, Train! Now you care, huh? Now you care what's better for me! Not when I was fending off five Goddamn white-hood-wannabes! Why the fuck didn't you get in then?! When I needed your help?!" AJ roared back.
Brian ground his teeth together, and winced at their fighting
in the upstairs bedroom. Howie folded the newspaper in his hands
and removed the pair of reading glasses he was wearing over the
bridge of his nose. They were silent, waiting for the next assault
from their companions. Brian stared up at the ceiling where the
vicious attacks were coming from.
"You have no clue how hard it is to be me, Alex! No clue! I
have to shelter the four of you, protect the four of you, keep you
all in check! And all you can do is fight?! and make it harder for
me to do my job as your mate, your father?! I just fucking saved
your life!" Kevin shouted.
"Oh fuck you! You don't have to do anything for us! You
don't do me any favors! Don't bother trying! You shoulda let me die Kev, if that's how you felt! And if you keep such a close eye on us irresponsible vampires, why the hell is Nick no where to be found, huh?! Where is he Kev?! Where?! Can you tell me exactly where in the state of New York he is?! If he's even in New York!!"
There was a few seconds of nothing. Neither of them spoke.
"Yeah, that's what I thought," AJ said more calmly. There
was silence again.
Kevin's fast footsteps came down the stairs. Brian and Howie pretended to be doing something. He flew past them, opening the front door and slamming it behind him. The engine purred in the driveway, and then the wheels peeled out. He was gone.

Kevin tossed his head back in the wind, closing his eyes
momentarily. The night was dark and still; humid with sea air. He
opened them again, watching the city street in front of his black
convertible.
He listened to the car's massive engine roar, it had a calming
effect on him, as it always did. He loved it; admired it's
mechanical strength and beauty.

Kevin drove aimlessly for the few hours he had before dawn,
not sure of where he was going, not really caring. The car
practically led itself, taking unexpected turns down side roads or
drawing him into going faster down the long stretches of paved
streets.
As he drove, he thought to himself about everything AJ had
said.
Though his tough exterior wouldn't ever give away what he was truly feeling, he was having a hard time fighting the tears gathering in the corners of his eyes. AJ was his mate - not in a sexual way, but
in a spiritual one. Kevin had always liked to believe that they
were the same soul, split in half, and now that they were united,
everything would be great. But it wasn't... at all. Lately,
they had been fighting, yelling and arguing. Kevin hated
it, and attributed it's cause to too much togetherness. Now he was
beginning to believe that it was just the fact that they weren't
compatible. "Different clans don't mix, Kev," his former leader, Jordan Knight had warned when they thought up the idea of the Backstreet Boys. Afterall, hadn't New Kids On The Block proved that theory. The members of that group still hated one another to this day. This realization about he and AJ stung. Quite badly. But being as bull-headed as he was, Kevin refused to just give up. He'd stay
true until the end.
His thoughts drifted to Nick, who was off somewhere in NY.
Kevin liked to think that he was a good leader, caring and
controlling. But AJ's harsh words had knifed a cold reality
straight into his backbone - he'd let his youngest son go off alone.
Without his guidance. And that was what Nick had needed.
Guidance. Leadership. A parental figure. Stability. And most of
all, love. Kevin shed a single tear, knowing he'd failed miserably
in all those areas. Poor Nick, he thought.
Kevin diverted his attention to the scenery of the deserted
Orlando streets, trying desperately to keep his mind off of his
pathetic half-ass job of being a father. Up ahead, a large bubbling
fountain, shot water into the night sky, creating a dome. He
squinted as the car approached, a figure in the water came into
view.
"What the hell???" he asked aloud, pulling up to the curb. A
man was dancing around the pond, splashing the pennies and the water
everywhere, apparently drunk. He was about Kevin's height, perhaps
a little shorter. His hair was black, and combed off of his face,
revealing masculine, handsome features.
Kevin got out of the car and walked over to get a better look.
His mouth practically fell open in the shock of finding out who it
was.
"Nooooo. It can't be," he whispered.
The man turned around, smiling.
"Kevin? Kevvy? Is that you?" he asked ecstatically.
The Ventru backed away, his hands held out in a 'stop' signal.
"You were dead, Jordan. This isn't possible. There's no way. I
killed you myself. A long time ago."
"Yeah, so you did. Killed your own maker. How nice, Kev. I
see I've brought you up with manners...," Jordan smiled deviously.
Kevin quickly turned and walked back to his car, wanting to
get as far as he could from the Brujah before him. His embracer -
Jordan Knight. The leader of the group who were the predecessors of
the Backstreet Boys. New Kids On the Block. He hadn't seen Jordan since the incident in Kentucky when he and the other Boys had attempted to get away from him. To get out of his wretched grip. Jordan was pissed as hell at their escape - he stalked them all over the US, until finally, it all came to a head in Lexington. They'd killed him. Torn him to unrecognizable shreds. He'd lived . . . Kevin didn't know how, but he was right there before him.
Jordan leapt from the fountain, soaking wet, leaving a puddle
of water where he stood. He looked down to the black silk shirt he
was wearing and cursed under his breath. It was stained with water.
"That'll cost you," Kevin said, a wicked smile on his face.
Jordan looked up, annoyed. But instead of a comeback, he
chose to ignore the comment.
"So, Kevin, I imagine life is good now, huh?" he said. Kevin
whipped around, staring at him with his piercing grey eyes.
"Better than yours," Kevin answered stiffly.
"Yeah, well, I've dragged my lifeless career out of the sewer.
You see me on TRL? I'm making a come back. Teen idols are in
again!" he howled.
Kevin glared at him, disgusted. "I met your newest
creation."
"NSYNC? Awww yeah, well, when you left with the Boys, I got
lonely. So I made another group. Cuter. Younger. Not
necessarily smarter, because I don't want them leaving me anytime
soon," he said slyly. "And what about you? How are the guys?
Brian, Howie, AJ, and... oh damn... what was his name?"
Kevin was quiet, his anger building. Hatred raced through his
veins.
"The youngest one? The one that was so cute and blonde and little you could just suck him dry? And you did, didn't you? You killed that boy. Tell me Kevin, was he sweeter than any thing you've ever tasted? Hmm? Was stealing his precious little life better than any orgasm?"
Kevin still did not reply but hung his head shamefully.
"Oh well, no worries. I'm sure he's giving you problems now,
right? Teen angst? That's worst time to turn them to the dark
side. I thought I taught you that... but moving on... I'm
proud of you. Really. You've come a long way. Longer then I
thought you'd ever go. Good job."
Kevin opened the door to the driver's seat and sat down. "Fuck you," he stated plainly as he started the engine.
Jordan laughed. "Such language, Kevvy. My you've grown up."
Kevin began to drive away, attempting to ignore the Brujah's
teasing.
"Kevin, remember!" he shouted after the retreating car.
Kevin turned his rear-view mirror to see Jordan standing on the
curb, laughing. He was cupping his hands around his mouth to yell
out something.
"I took you into the dark! I can throw you back into the
light!" Jordan screamed, his vengeful words echoing into the night.
Kevin slammed the car into second gear, racing it as fast as
he could. Things had to change... and very soon. His
thoughts drifted back to Nick, but Jordan's threat continued to gnaw
at him throughout the remainder of his drive home.