Chapter 1Everyone thinks I’m in charge
Everyone sees me as the ‘daddy’ of them all
Everyone thinks I call the shots
How wrong can they be?
When I joined I knew my life would never be the same again, I knew I would change. I never guessed how much.
Nick seemed to all the world like a normal, if a little goofy, 13 year old, stumbling over words in interviews and giggling at inane things. Playing computer games and basketball and blushing when the conversation turned to sex. I knew he, Howie and AJ were close. Closer than I’d ever been to any of them. When Brian came I felt a little relieved I wasn’t the loner. I don’t like being left out of things.
I think Nick knew that.
Nick knew everything.
I was 22 when they ‘took’ me. Sounds dirty, doesn’t it. I thought so too when they (they being AJ Nick and Howie) told me. They’d managed to corner me in my hotel room, where Howie and I, yes Kevin the Great Responsible One, were wrestling playfully. Suddenly, Howie had rolled me onto my back and slid off me, grabbing my arm. I tried to sit up when another body sat the other side of me, holding my other arm down. I struggled a bit when Nick plopped down onto my stomach, effectively winding me. I struggled a bit more. I don’t like being out of control. It isn’t me. I’m not used to it.
So naturally I was more than a little surprised when Nick slapped me. Hard. And told me to shut up. Which I did. He leant down and I panicked slightly, but Nick ignored me, pushing my head to one side and digging his teeth in my skin.
Can I just say, Fuck that hurts. Hurts like a bitch. Which, funnily enough, is what I was about to become.
I felt him sucking gently, the pain was lessening now. Except I was feeling weak. Really. I could barely struggle, so I just lay there, keeping my eyes closed as Nick sucked the blood from me. When he moved away, I didn’t react. I could hear them talking above me.
“I think you killed him.” AJ’s husky voice came from close to my ear, I felt cool breath brush over me cheek. Cold fingers tilted my head up, I coughed.
“Not yet.” Nick‘s voice sounded foreign, and I felt his hands tilt my head backwards, opening my mouth. I felt something warm and wet drip into my mouth, then more. I swallowed. Blood. I tried to move my head away from the metallic taste, but Nick obviously thought I needed more. Bastard. More of the tangy liquid slid down my throat. I needn’t have minded the taste. I passed out a few seconds later.
Waking up took more energy than dance rehearsal. I groaned, thinking that was one hell of a fucked up dream. Maybe I was losing it. I tried to sit up and look where I was.
Oh, hotel room. Why did I think it wouldn’t be?
I felt cold hands slide over my face, and I opened my eyes to see Nick staring down at me, blond hair falling down in front of his eyes. I sat up, nearly fell back again, but Nick helped me.
“What the fuck...” Intellectual huh? Well, it was, considering what had just happened.
“Don’t worry Kev, you’re one of us now.” Nick’s voice sent shivers down my spine. Shit, that happened like… never. Then Nick kissed me.
Turns out, a few days later when the guys had convinced me it had really happened, that I was a vampire. How cool is that? Except, it wasn’t the ‘roam around, having a great undead time’ cool. It was more like, do everything Nick says or he’ll make your life a living hell. Turns out that Nick was my sire, I was his childe. I asked what was up with the ‘e’, but there you go. And there were rules.
1 No sex with anyone except Nick. Which is a bitch.
2 Do EVERY DAMN THING Nick says. Or else.
3 No turning anyone else into vampires. Not allowed, Nick would probably break their necks anyway.
Crappy. That bastard just likes power. I can tell, so do I.
Brian had been hard to take. They made me watch, said it would help with getting settled in. I leant against the wall as Nick and Brian messed about like the kids I thought they were. Soon enough, Nick had Brian on the floor and sat on him. AJ and Howie soon had him stretched out. Then Nick bit him. The worst part was when Brian looked at me, god those eyes. I could feel the pain with him. He called out to me. How pitiful was that? I wanted to run over and drag those bastards off him.
But I didn’t.
I let them kill my cousin.