Well. This was just about as dehumanizing as it could get.

Early evening, and Colton was awoken by hunger pangs. He hadn't fed in almost twenty-four hours, and it was getting to the point where he needed to feed, or perish. There was still light in the sky, so Colton dressed, paced, tidied his bed--he'd never sleep in, dare he say it? a coffin--and folded the sheets two or three times before getting bored, throwing on his sunglasses, and slowly ambling from the catacomb to the church. It remained as dusk, and from his shadowed corner, he watched the still light sky fade to black. This was as close as he'd ever come to daylight.

With the first wish cast upon the first star, Colton was out. It was a brisk pace for him, as he just needed to feed, then hurry home and pretend he never hurt anyone. Feeding was always so hard for him, and, like last night, he tended to drink much too little blood, and then be set out on a frenzy the next evening for any easy prey. Easy prey was his term to describe anyone he would not feel bad about hurting: drunks, hobos, druggies, and prostitutes... The bottom of the social web. He just had to remember not to try and get too drunk or high a person, as it usually ended with him having no idea what happened for the next thirty minutes while the toxins wore themselves out.

One could say it was Colton's lucky day. Three horrendous prostitutes with nothing to do. He hated them most. He could stand a little intoxication. He could stand an unwashed man's stench. He couldn't stand women who had been with every other man in the neighborhood for 50 down and 25 dollars per hour. It wasn't like he had the money for something like that anyway. But tonight, he was desperate. He was hungry and desperate, and he wasn't about to go find some old, fat hobo.

"Watcha want?" She was chewing--no, smacking--bubblegum, posing with a hand on her hip that started sliding down those too loose short shorts her mother had let her out of the house with. She couldn't have been older than sixteen, and Colton wanted to puke. They were getting younger these days. "Umm... I'm not sure..." The girl grinned, and turned to the other two, who had been pretending to not notice him. "Heya, gals! Ah first timer! What, ya galfriend won't give ya any? Ain't pretta enough for a gal? She ain't pretta enough for ya?" Her slight ghetto-drawl was interrupted with a few snickers, a few more chuckles, and a few smacks of her gum. Colton ignored them. Maybe he could back down? Yes, he could always cop out and starve. "No, I--" The girl shoved a hand in his face. "Save it, buddy. You ain't gots a excuse I'm in tha mood far." She planted a finger straight in his chest, and twirled it into the fabric a bit, latching his shirt to her finger. Awww, damn, now he couldn't leave without his shirt. "Gots a name?" Colton didn't answer. "C'mon, I dun bite unless ya pay meh for it." A few more snickers. He didn’t like this, but unfortunately, he had no blood to rush to his cheeks. That's why he had to endure this. "Mmm... Strong sahlent type, are ya?" She tugged him closer with her finger, and he diverted his attention from her. "Dun like it in public?" Whispered in his ear, accompanied with a slight nibble of his ear, and a smack of her gum. He shuddered, and she grinned. "Fallow me." Like he had a choice.

Nearly fifteen minutes later, little Bubblegum Girl had dragged him down to the subway, but a foreign type of 'subway'. Here was a room where all the old, run down cars were stored until it was decided that they were to be thrown out in any manner possible. It was almost scary, as this seemed to be the universal sex location for all those classless men who wished to screw their whores somewhere other than where the wife would find them. Colton felt ashamed. He really should have gone for a fat, stinky hobo. Anything but this. A snap from her gum brought his attention from the room back to her. She looked impatiently at him, as if waiting for him to do something. He looked around to discover no one; they had disappeared behind an old car of the subway, and no one else was back there. That didn't mean no one would come, but Colton was too hungry to consider that. He half considered just biting her and getting it all over with, but he felt sorry for the girl. He didn't want to hurt. She took his lack of movement as an invitation to 'invite' him in with a soft kiss. Really, he'd have enjoyed that if it had meaning, and if he wasn't starving. She wrapped her arms around him, and he could no longer ignore the fact that if he didn't do something then he'd loose his chance at a meal. And all that work for nothing? He kissed her back, more intensely than her little butterfly kiss.

It was not even five minutes later that Colton emerged from behind the car, alone. He had checked her over, and she had a pulse. Lucky for him, too, because he had just about forgotten to stop drinking when she collapsed and stopped breathing. Now he just needed to get out of here. Wiping away any last drip of blood, he made his way to the door, avoiding the looks he got and the looks he could give.


*Reserved por Adonis/Lizzy*

It could be disconcerting, to see Adonis in such a state. Even to the two others that knew him, a simple greek boy and a rather acerbic German man, he would seem to be beyond his wits. Sandy locks were dulled by the moonlight, and the thick smog of the city. His cerulean orbs shone only to the point of implying youth, but not vigour. He walked with his usual gait, only with a bit more of a spring to it than usual. And one would inquire as to why. Well, two very wonderful things had just happened to him, almost simoultaneously. One, he had fed on the most delicious blood he had tasted in all of the ages he had lived. Two, it had been during some very rough, very unplanned sex against an alley wall. True, he didn't often grant requests like public fornication, but this client had been particulalry interesting, a rather randy young man with glasses and an internship at Textron Inc. He paid well, and got the job done quickly. Another two upgrades for the evening.

As it was, Adonis only had one problem in the world that he felt could be rectified. That was his current financial standing. Fair enough, he didn't have to pay for his room and board, since a certain German land lord of his couldn't remember anything beyond a three second span. But he did owe quite a bit of money to Ganymede. Money that had been borrowed in order to nurse a certain addiction, one that had worn off long ago. But...somehow, the debt had always seemed to slip his mind. But the little Greek pestilence had been bothering him as of late, and he was on the prowl for some cash. So it was with the percise intentions that he strolled the city streets, and with the same inentions that he let his eyes travel up and down the form of a boy not so much older than him, and immortal. Even when looking for cash, Adonis still had pleasure on his mind. Nephim, naturally, couldn't change that.

Adonis' cheeks were tinted slightly rosy, via make up. It wasn't done in a more natural way than most citizens of ill repute would have it done; it didn't seem carnivale in any way. Almost like the cold had kissed him, almost like he was still living. His small, slender form was clothed in only a white tanktop on, one that would do little to cover the pale chest beneath, cold and flat, still youthful in its own morbid right. Riding low on his narrow hips were his pants, long and leather, trailing all the way down to his ankles. Ah, the simplicity of black and white - if only life could be so rigid in its morals. But, no. Sometimes...things turned woefully grey. Adonis tore his wandering mind from his thoughts, and gazed at the young stranger. He seemed upset, so much so that Adonis would go as far as to call it aggrivated. But his smooth face was oddly calm. Perfect. Adonis smiled, and descended the steps of the subway gracefully to meet him as he walked the opposite direction.

"Rough time, stranger?"

He inquired, honey voice still showing distinct signs of his French nationality. He cocked his head to the side, full lips drawn up into an inviting smile.

Colton had recieved enough invitations for one night.

He ignored the presence of the child like there was no one there. What did he care? Really, it wasn't his kid. Colton didn't have to yell at the boy and tell him to pull his pants up and throw a shirt on. He was always 'well-covered' when it came to attire. Tonight, the usual deep blue denim jeans that looked like they had been washed once and no colour had ever escaped them. The usual button down shirt over a white long sleeved shirt that was less than emaculate, but not grubby looking. Colton felt naked without having sixteen layers on.

"Shouldn't you be asleep, little boy?" He said it in a tone that expressed more annoyance than anything, but a bit of exaspiration escaped his control. His rhetorical question was meant to discourage any conversation, and Colton pushed past the kid. There was no reason for him to stick around and mother the child; tell him that anyone in their right mind would have at least thrown a jacket on over such sparse clothing. One could argue the same about Colton, as he wore no jacket, but at least he had long sleeves. The boy was going to catch his death out here. But, really, Colton didn't care.

The man kept walking, planning his night before anything could come up and plan for him. Go back to the church for a few hours, and clean out his room in the catacomb... Maybe start making the outside of the church look run down and unusable, while cleaning the inside of the church so that there wasn't 6 pounds of dust on any one pew. Maybe he'd lock the front door and keep the side door open? That way, only the others would know how to get in. Seemed like a lovely evening. Perhaps he'd call Lily instead.

Adonis gaped as the other boy simply pushed past him. He was used to being given such annoyed retorts at first, when people simply thought that he was lost. But never before had he been so blatantly brushed off. Him. Adonis Jorren Novius - given the cold shoulder. Was this guy a eunuch? Judging by his icy demeanor, he was. But, then again...Adonis had warmed up even the coolest of impenetrable fortresses of people. Seemingly undaunted by the cruel rejection of the other, Adonis regrouped and followed along behind him, smirking to himself. Even if he couldn't have this one in bed by the end of the night, he could still have a little bit of fun.

"I sleep during the day, Big Brother. But I usuallly am in bed by this time..."

He giggled to himself, catching his own dark little joke. The chilled wind brushed a slightly curled strand of blonde out of his eye. He wondered if he would have to explain the usage of 'big brother' again, as he most often did. Basically, contemporaries were big brother or sister, and his seniors were mother and daddy respectivley. Sometimes mama. At any rate, he attempted to keep names out of it as much as he could. According to anyone whom asked, he was just Little Boy Blue. He could only hope that this one would soften up. If not, there were more. But his cross hairs were focused on this blonde man, and he wasn't giving up so easily.

Oh, lucky Colton! The seven year old decided to follow him home. Well, unfortunately that scratched the 'Call Lily' plan, because the last thing she needed was some pesky kid that wouldn't shut up and wouldn't go away. Colton glared back at this new 'companion' of the evening, then sped up his pace. Oh, he knew well at this point just how fast he could move without tiring. The kid wouldn't even be quick enough to see him. Then again, he wasn't in the mood to race to the church and start cleaning. He was trying to enjoy his walk, ok?

"Then go home and get in your bed like you normally do." That was his first reaction, then, as an after though "And I'm not your big brother." The kid must have been messed up in the head. Slept during the day and slept at night? What was wrong with him. Colton is booksmart, you see. The minute we get into the territory of 'life smarts', we lose him. In his world, there are no fourteen year old vampiric prostitutes. Thusly, the idea of talking to one is completely lost on him.

Now that the kid had been delt with (Or so he was hoping) he went back to re-thinking his evening. He really should clean the church... He could also go to sleep really early and pretend he had a decent life to wake up to the next morning... He could, but that didn't seem fun either. What about Hannah? Colton was going to have to call Lily to be able to get ahold of Hannah.

Adonis giggled, the sound a pitch or so too dark to be from someone as apparently young as he. Of course, he was two thousand fifty something years older than he appeared, but society bases all off of look, and none of anything else. So to the world, or the percentage of the world that was not Nyx or the girl from the coffee shop, he was just a fourteen year old with little to lose. He walked alongside Colton, his step more like a skip than anything else. Truthfully, Adonis was a little more than relieved to have a potential client whom didn't immediatley recognize his position on the socioeconomic web. Mostly, if he showed any special attention to anyone at random, they either took him up on his offers or spurned him to the point of ignorance. But very few spoke to him as another person, like this man was.

And thusly he followed, alternately skipping along and walking with a seductive, hip-swinging gait. To onlookers whom were as innocent to they ways of the street as this Colton appeared to be, the boy was simply a bit misgiuded, and possibly gender-confused. But to those with darker minds, with gutters running through their brains the likes of which Adonis had, he was obviously a prostitute. But the conundrum: how could he convey that point to this seemingly oblivious gentleman whom seemed intent on giving him the royal cold shoulder? He decided on an innuendo laced answer to the man's previous question.

"If I got into my own bed, it would be no fun."

This man spoke to him as if he was another person because this man was absolutely clueless. Problem solved.

Colton happily tuned out the giggling, but the minute the boy skipped along beside him, he stopped. Was he lost or something, and needed directions? Beggar and needed money? What the hell was going to make him leave? Colton leaned down some to be eye level with the boy, and spoke in a tired tone, yet honeyed with that artificial sweetness only mothers could ever perform flawlessly. "That's nice, but see, I need to go to work." And that was that.

Or so he had hoped. The kid spoke a comment, and Colton could no longer ignore him. The honey in his voice committed suicide, and was left sound cold, uncaring, and slightly disgusted.

"Listen, kid, what do you want." Colton chose to not consider the fact that this kid could be referring to sleeping with other people in his little comment, because, frankly, that was just wrong. Fourteen. What did Colton do when he was fourteen? Oh, yea, the big thing back then was who was holding hands with whom, and who had a crush on whom. There was nothing about multiple sexual partners per evening per paid customer in his little mind. Then again, he couldn't help but feel uncomfortable. That had been a sufficient hint to Colton, and he didn't like it. He was also reconsidering his question at this point. He'd get an answer he wanted just as much as he wanted to be shot. With silver bullets. Right between the eyes.

It had been a long while, years even, since someone had called him 'kid' and truly meant it. Usually, it was some sort of sexual name, they liked him because he was a kid. But for this rather stoic young man, Adonis was just as he said: a kid. Not a hooker, not an exellent lay, just a kid, who was following him home. For a moment, a fleeting second, Adonis considered just following in silence, glad for once to be considered more than a paid screw. However, like this guy, he had work to do. Even as a vampire subsisting off of blood, he needed basic things. Like, a home, per se. He lived with a rather grumpy German, and had to pay rent. Plus, the dues owed to Ganymede. Perhaps...For just this night, he could go to the catacombs to stay. True, those twisted, maze-like halls were comfortable, but forboding at the same time. His best bet was to just stick with this man.

And as for his latest question, devoid of the kindergarten teacher tone that he had taken before...Adonis smirked. What did he want? Many, many things. Some were superficial desires: he wanted money, and he wanted to get in bed with him. And some of his little longings were darker, deeper, like oceans: He wanted to go back to being a little boy in Gaul and he wanted to die. But it would be silly to bring those up, with someone as foreign to him as his current target. Speaking of which, he needed a name.

"I want...you."

He giggled once more, and offer in place. If this person wasn't sold on innocence, then perhaps he might go for a simlpe good time. The catacombs were looking way up. Adonis gazed at him, then inquired,

"What is your name, anyhow?"

Oh, well wasn't that sweet.

Colton didn't know how to respond to that. The shocked and disgusted expression, along with the arched eyebrow and stern face seemed to explain his answer well enough, but sometimes there needs to be words attached. Unfortunately, what could Colton say? 'Uh, no thanks. I don't sleep with underage minors and pay them for it.' No, that didn't quite fit...

"Uh... If you're just looking for money, you could have said so..." Colton grabbed his wallet, and effectively went to seeing how much money he had to give the kid. Poor boy. His parents probably sold him out on the street for money... Life today was tragic. Colton could pay him off and hope he'd have a less tragic life later. "Here." He handed the kid thirteen dollars in small bills, and then proceeded to keep walking, sliding his now empty wallet back into his pocket. Now that that minor annoyance was dealt with...

Colton seemed to forget that he had been asked for a name. Didn't matter, right? The kid just needed money, and people didn't want to pay large amounts unless something was attached to the deal. Like, a little, seemingly virgin boy, obviously bisexual, who'd fit perfectly for those who wanted to feel nurturing, or dominant. In whichever case, little cherubs were the fine pick.

Colton shuddered in the windless air, trying not to think too much on the suject.

Adonis merely blinked, flustered as the bills were shoved into his hands. He didn't plan to keep it, but counted it out of curoisity. Only -thirteen- dollars? Fifty for a thirty minute make out session, feeling and all. Seventy five for a blow job. One hundred for one hour of sex - him on bottom. (He'd never had a case, besides Nyx, where he was not.) One hundred fifty for one hour of free-style...he counted his prices in his head, none of them even coming remotley close to thirteen dollars. The kind-heartedness of the beautiful stranger struck him as odd suddenly, and Adonis laughed. Not his usual, virginal, faux giggle a'la school girl, but a genuine laugh. His voice hadn't ever changed from early boyhood, and he didn't think it ever would, so his chortle was rather like a girl's. At any rate, he laughed until he was doubled over, streams of tears issuing from his caocao eyes. Once he had finished his bout of uncontrollable shrieking laughter, he came back to his wits, and remembered the other. And his thirteen dollars.

This little faux pas on his mind, he propelled himself forward, darting after the potential client. His rather tight fitting trousers constricted him slightly, but with the super natural ability of speed that those of his coven posessed, he was able to catch up with the stranger, albeit short of breath. The taller was still walking at his brisk gait, seemingly paying no attention to the world that turned around him. He once again walked alongside the elder of them, chuckling to himself still over the misunderstanding. He had been right- Adonis was interested in money. But he had missed the fact that sex was also heavily on his mind. And his sights were set on this man. Now...would he be interested in someone such as Adonis? Not only a boy and a youth, but a vampire..? Adonis had to make sure. It was risky, but he would take the chance.

Gently, he grasped the stranger's hand, and pulled it towards himself. And it was...to his shock, cold. Adonis had managed to find another vampire? He couldn't be sure. As he usually did, he acted without thinking, pulling the hand close to his pink lips. Gently, he placed his mouth on the man's hand, letting his fangs graze the skin lightly. Then, he had no choice but to wait.

Really, Colton thought the kid must have been laughing for joy. No humiliation, no sex from some old, grungy man, but still, some money. Good. He deserved to keep a bit of his youth. Colton smiled lightly, and kept going. It was always a euphoric feeling to help someone and know exactly what they were after without humiliating him. Why, so euphoric, he might just skip. But, no, that'd look weird.

The laughing stopped, and everything was over. Now he could go home, and... And, now, wait, there were footsteps. Colton paused and watched the kid stride up beside him and grab his hand. Aww, how cute. Did he need to be led home, because he was lost? The kid's hand was also extremely cold, and Colton wasn't so sure that he was a kid anymore. Just stuck in a kid's body? With all the courtesy of a stimulated man, the boy brought Colt's hand to his lips and kissed it. Nope. This was no longer innocent, cute, or pitiable. This was wrong.

It was simple enough to yank his hand away from the small fingers that had captured it, but what to say, again, was the hard part. "Listen. I gave you some money. Go find someone else. And, hey, what's with that. Never have I heard of a prostitute picking their victims. Just a little note: I can't have sex, and especially not with a little... Kid. Like you." Colton folded his arms, trying to look completely serious and stern, and not pitying and like a liar. Well, he wasn't sure if he could have sex, but he'd never tried, and he wasn't going to try now. His sister told him vampires couldn't. He just assumed she was right.

Once more, Adonis was struck with the uncontrollable, undeniable urge to laugh. Never one to control such impulses, Adonis did laugh, clutching his sides as he did so. Mistaken for what he truly was, twice in one evening...by the same person, even! And, to add to this little comedy of errors, it seemed as though the gentleman had taken Adonis' little vampiric kiss as an expression of gratitude - and then of lust. And all the little one had meant to do was show his fangs in a more seductive way than smiling like a Cheshire cat. Still grinning, he gently placed the collection of small bills into the taller man's hands, eyes cast down virginally.

"If vampires can't have sex, sir...Then I'm as mortal as can be."

((I'm SO sorry for the shortness. But I have tons of HW. ^^ Please forgive me!))

Colton raised an eyebrow. He had figured as much--that the kid would be a vampire. It just really hadn't hit him that one could bring it up so casually. And bring up his sexual life, so casually. With all the ease of a prostitute, really. Colton disregarded it. "I never said vampires couldn't have sex. I said I couldn't." And maybe he meant something by that, but in any case, the topic of conversation was making him uncomfortable, but one could barely tell. He shoved his hands into jean pockets and peered down at the kid through dark sunglasses. It was impossible to tell the colour of his eyes. It was hard to see their expression. If he was uncomfortable, it didn't show up there.

"What do you want." Well, if declining the sexual offer wasn't motive for the kid to leave, then he had to have another objection. Or he was stubborn. Or both, but he'd share the other objection to perhaps get Colton interested in the first? He didn't look at the kid for long, but started walking again. Ambling, at a pace made for small children to walk in stride with. Colton really should stop thinking of him as little. The boy was probably older than he was by a number of extremeities. He had a rough French accent; not Canadian french, but Real France french. He had to have come from overseas, and god knew how long ago that might have been.

Innocent? Or simply apathetic? Adonis' deep eyes narrowed - was this man, this fortress of a vampiric being, playing with him? It wouldn't be the first time that someone had decided to mess with his head a little bit. But he hadn't, for some reason unbeknownst to himself, considered the thought before. He gazed into darkened lenses, searching for some whisper of either evil or truth. Adonis hated being in the dark on such matters. And then that question, the one that was so patently his own 'What do you want'? At this inquiry he chuckled sardonically, tipping his face up to gaze at the new moon. What did he want? Where was he to begin?

"You poor, poor thing! No sex? I'll bet I can fix that. That's what I want."

A soft brush of wind feathered Adonis' sunny locks, dull with the haze of the city. Perhaps there was a baetter way, another way. Maybe he could have changed some part of himself ages ago, and saved his own timeless life. But it was all over now. Despite all other facets of himself, Adonis was now only a shadow, a shell of his former youth. Begging for sex and money from strangers. All of this didn't worry him. What upset him is the fact that he saw no light at the end of the tunnel, no immediate chance for change.

Colton laughed. You know, a real laugh, not forced or anything. Not loud, but not soft--a regular laugh. Nearly inch-long fangs shimmered in the nightlights of the city. It was a rather sadistical thing; to see something thought of as so evil laughing like so was awkward. Different. "No." Colton smiled faintly. "Would you perfer me to give reasons on why I don't have sex with eight year olds, or should I leave the obvious to itself..." Now that was harsh. "Kid, listen up. Persistance is always good, but this really is pushing it. You should... I dunno. Put it to some humanly good cause. Some worthy, noble cause. Find the cure for cancer or something. Sex from me is most definitely not an achivement, nor will it happen."

Colton kept walking, still at a conversationally slow pace. "Why, kid, do you have to sell yourself out on the street. You don't need to buy groceries, life insurance is no good, dental plans look fishy, medical exams would prove you inapt to live... So what do you need money for. A car?" That last part was a joke. Vampires were known for speed, right up next to strength and blood-sucking. Even Colton knew that. "I'd suggest quitting. It's a low life job, in any circumstance. Unless you're telling me you like sex in alleyways with old fat men who don't have partners to go home to?" A cocked eyebrow, but really, he expected no reply. He was out of line anyway, to be so intrusive on the boy's life. Really, Colton had no idea why he could be doing this sort of work. To him, it wasn't for the love of it. No, that was being an astronuat or something. Not a whore.