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"Hey now, if you don't settle down I'll drop you." The brown haired boy smiled a closed lipped smile, turning from the dance floor to walk back toward the bar. He had been watching a while, so he knew where they had been. Surprisingly, the drink Michael had been sipping on so happily was still there, but it had a couple napkins under it. Apparently, they had left it long enough it had started making a little pool of water underneath.

Gleefully Michael threw himself to the floor, and sway-stepped his way over to the bar, tossing himself up on top of one of the padded stools, feet hanging in the air even with his boots on. He scooped up the glass of lovely pink drink stuff, and took a long sip, an odd dreamy look in his eyes as he set it back down, settling with his chin on the counter, arms going around the cup as if he were cuddling with it. "This stuff is so yummy Ezzy, I'mma have ta get another one." he grinned, and little giggles came from him, lazy things.

With a curious look to Ezzy, Yurick reached over, carefully prying the cup away from the Asian boy, holding it out for the barman to take, who did so without question, casting eyes over the three. He finally settled on Ezzy, who gave him wide innocent eyes, shaking her head a little. He narrowed his own, turned and walked away with the nearly empty glass. Yurick ran a hand idly through Michael's hair, who turned his head to the side, a heavy purr in his throat, eyes sliding closed as if he were in the most perfect place in the world for a nap.

"Elizabeth...he smells like alcohol. You told me he was turning fourteen today. How much did you give him?" his eyes held a hard accusation, and Ezzy grinned only wider at it, kicking her feet out to cross her legs in a long and flashy movement, spinning in her seat so she could lean back against the bar, her small white square of a top straining over her breasts. When you can't beat them, distract them. "Ooh, Only about three dollars worth. Not that much." But Yurick knew enough to know how much that was, and he gave her shocked eyes.

"Look how small he is! You couldn't possibly have thought that would come out well." he wanted to reach over and strangle her. How could she have done something so stupid? He looked down at the Asian boy, and amber eyes looked up at him. It was a little shocking. He didn't smell like a lycanthrope. But then, there was so much alcohol smell coming off of him he probably wouldn't have been able to tell if he had rolled in a pile of garbage. He covered the shocked look well, moving to pull Michael in against him. The boy seemed to be doing pretty well off for now, but it would probably get worse.

"What's so bad about it? So he'll have a hangover. So what. Did you see how much fun he was having before you interrupted?" she smirked, wriggling her eyebrows at him. Michael moved, snuggling against the brown haired boy. He had completely missed the fact that the boy was a vampire, and the fact that Ezzy had slipped alcohol into his specifically requested non-alcoholic drink. He was far too pleased, too full of that bubbly happy warmth to really care.

"When you planned this outing, did you plan on his little...condition?" he turned Michael's head gently, showing Ezzy those yellow-amber eyes, and she bit down on her lip, shaking her head a little. "No...I figured he has a fast enough metabolism, it ought to just wash right though him...right?" she didn't look so certain, and she moved into Michael's previously occupied stool, getting closer so she didn't have to speak too loudly. She knew he didn't like having just anyone know, even if he wasn't actually infected with lycanthropy. People always took it wrong.

"Well, next time, might I suggest that even though you want things to be 'fun' you leave the alcohol out? You don't even know how he'll react." he sounded as if he were telling her something that just anyone should have known. She wanted to squirm under that gaze, staring at his chin instead of those light brown eyes. It wasn't that she was ashamed, she knew you weren't supposed to look vampires in the eyes. That's how they caught you, sometimes even when they didn't mean to. It made Yurick feel a little bit like a bully, but he wanted to quite thoroughly get it through her head. She nodded, slipping off the stool. "This isn't fun anymore. Let's go to the circus." She turned, that wide wicked grin on her face again.

The Circus Of The Damned. One big fright and thrill attraction under a single roof. It was what the name implied, and a full circus, three rings and all, but it was housed inside a building. A stationary thing. There were zombie raisings, freaks, acrobats, thrills, chills, scares. There were more screams than from a normal circus, and the attractions tended to run on the darker side of things. They had a fifty foot snake once, but it had gone crazy, eaten it's handler, and tried to tear into the crowd. It had taken a whole group of lycanthropes, vampires, and the infamous Anita Blake to take the damned thing down. So saying the circus was anything like a normal circus would have been like saying a lion was as big as an ant. It just wasn't true. The Circus of The Damned was not a normal place, and it usually ran to the more bazaar. People came to be frightened, and they got it.

"The Circus!? We get ta go to the Circus??" Michael bounced in Yurick's lap, all bubbly excitement, wide eyes on his flushed cheeks. He'd wanted to go since he was little, but everyone had always said it was too scary, too big and loud for someone so small and timid. His mother had made comments about him being so frightened it would make him into something even less human than he already was. Possibly scare him into a coma. Michael had always begged his father, who never really had any opinion of anything. His mother was very much the leader of the house. His father simply went to work, ran their small convenience store, sold off his cheesy imports, and came home. He would watch Tv, sitting so straight in his chair, come to dinner, wash the dishes, start laundry, and go to bed. Sometimes michael thought his father was scared of his mother, and he couldn't blame him. She was a cruel woman. At one point he thought they must have loved each other, at least for a long enough time to get married. But since he had turned eight, his mother had been different. Less caring, more cruel. She didn't so much look at him as though he were that happy little boy she had birthed, but more like he was a nuisance that she simply had to put up with long enough.

Neither of them ever asked where he was going, and he could stay out all night at Ezzy's house without calling, and there was barely a question from his mother where he had gone. His father loved him, he knew that, but somehow he got the idea that he was too afraid of his mother and her opinions to speak up, show interest. So, he kept to himself. Kept everything to himself if he could manage it. Michael never wanted to let people see exactly what he was feeling, what he was thinking. His mother was proof enough that he wasn't supposed to think, or feel those things. So he hid them. Left them in a dark corner of his mind, unwanted, unfulfilled.

"Are you sure you want to go to the Circus, pretty thing?" Yurick asked with that thick accent. It was something like Scottish, but really smooth. Somehow as if someone had tailored the accent, made it something that made you want to melt and squeal about it. Micheal bounced in the boy's lap until he could wrap arms and legs around him, grinning from ear to ear, small kitty cat fangs on his bottom and top jaws. He wasn't trying to control himself well, and it made Yurick nervous. He smiled, running fingers through that so surprisingly silky black hair, amazed at the little bundle of joy in his lap. He hadn't fed yet that night, hadn't taken the blood of another into himself, or he would have had a more evident showing of his happiness.

"Course I do! I've wanted ta go since I was little! You're too small, michael. You would be too afraid. It's just full of more monsters. nobody thinks I could take a little scare. I can handle it." he visibly pouted, crossing his arms over his chest, looking angry and sulky at the same time. His brows came together with the force of that pout, and Yurick laughed, tickling him under the ribs. "You're a sweet little thing, aren't you?" he sounded as if he would have liked to send michael off with piles of sugar, watch him run around until he crashed like a toddler, sleeping in the middle of the floor. Now he understood why Ezzy couldn't resist slipping him something. Though he himself wouldn't have given him quite so much. Three shots just didn't seem like the right amount for someone with such a fast metabolism. Sure it would go through him quicker, but that also meant it would hit him faster, harder, and all at once, instead of over time.

"Well, let's go then." he glanced up at Ezzy, who was still grinning that thick wicked grin. She wanted to see how the boy reacted to all the different attractions. They would still be open, seeing as it was night time. His family had kept him pretty closed off from other supernaturals, magic of all kinds, pretty much. She thought it was really closed minded of them, but then his mother was a bigoted b***h. She couldn't figure out how they managed to not care about where he went, but still managed to keep him closed off from the magical community. She was planning on changing that.

Michael hopped off Yurick's lap to do a quick spin and dance on the floor, nearly falling over. His head was starting to spin, and there was an odd rushing feeling, as if he were a ghost, barely solid in a rushing river. He liked it. A low purr was still constant in his throat, and he wanted to simply dash around, jumping on everything, singing, dancing, laughing, playing. Ezzy came over, hooking her arm with his. "Come on you big fairy, let's go see zombies." she grinned, knowing that at least would catch his attention. He cuddled against her, rubbing his cheek against her shoulder, clinging to her as if she were his most favorite person in the world; Which she was. Yurick smiled, slipping from his own seat, putting his hands into his front pockets, pinkies still sticking out. He wore a shirt michael couldn't tell whether it was blue, or dark grey, being as the light was so terrible in the room. It was tucked into his tight jeans, and again he wasn't sure whether those were grey or blue. He blinked, actually looking at the boy. He was taller than michael was, his nose coming only up to the boy's chest. So maybe five six, five seven. Michael always had a good head for numbers.

His hair was long, just barely brushing his shoulders, and curly. Ever so slightly. It wasn't thick or poofy though, and michael liked that. He remembered the feel of those curls under his fingers, as if he had collected some substance on his fingers, silky and smooth under his hands. The boy's face was young, but there was a potential for growth, as if he hadn't finished filling out yet. Handsome. Michael usually called people pretty, cute, or beautiful, but this guy was handsome. He had a solid bone structure, pale skin that looked like he could tan up to a nice color, and light brown eyes that reminded michael of dark caramel. Michael did so love applying candies to people's features. He liked to think of them like sweets he could taste and try, see if he liked them. It helped that he could smell their skin from several feet away. Yep, big plus.

Pushing gently away from Ezzy he waltzed to the boy again, throwing arms up and around his neck to stare into those eyes. They were so pretty..looking closer he noticed that they had a ring in the center, almost undetectable. It was a ring slightly lighter colored than the rest of his eyes, and this close they made them look like rings of fine precious metal. There was an exasperated sigh from behind him, and he turned confused eyes to Ezzy, raising both eyebrows even as he pressed up against the boy. "Yurick, stop doing that." The Spanish girl walked over, moving to peel michael's hands from around the brown haired vampire's neck, but Michael growled at her. "Mine." he said, laying his cheek against the boy's chest, glaring at her with a low sound in his throat.

"Fine, fine." Ezzy stepped back, hands up, sparing a glance at Yurick, but the brown haired vampire shook his head. "I haven't done anything, Elizabeth. He's drunk." he grinned, showing he was quite enjoying having the lovely boy pressed up against him, hands going to rest at his lower back. Michael squirmed, giggling in delight. Ezzy shook her head, putting hands on her hips. "He never touches people. Doesn't like to be touched. He should be in a corner, blushing so hard blood's coming out his nose." She stuck her tongue out, pouting. She was always the one michael hung all over, and she had to admit, actually seeing him with someone else made her feel jealous, even though she had wanted to set the two of them up. But then, that was just the tequila. Or she supposed it was. She was sure when it wore off, she would still want to press them together like dolls, and make kissing noises. The thought of michael actually getting together with another guy made her want to run around and sing. She supposed that she would even be willing to dress in pink, just for the chance of him being happy with someone.

"Thank god for alcohol, huh?" she grinned, feeling a little tipsy herself. Having an uncle with a 'free spirit' complex, who also owned a bar was a wonderful thing. Moving around the two, michael's eyes following her like she were going to try and take Yurick away, she headed for the door, moving to hold it open for them. "Well, let's go then." Michael squirmed, making giggly happy noises as he jumped up, showing that extensive agility in throwing his arms around Yurick's shoulders, squeezing his knees against the boy's hips instead of wrapping them around him. People were starting to stare, but michael didn't care. He wanted to go see the zombies.


"Well, I don't know how we're going to do this...he seems to want to stay with me, but you said you were staying until closing, and I shall have to sleep before then." Ezzy pushed the door open further as they went out, letting it slip closed behind them. Michael grinned, laying his head down on Yurick's shoulder as they moved, the brown haired boy smiling as hands wrapped around michael's waist, holding him in place. He was actually quite surprised at how light the boy was. He felt like he would blow away in the wind. He was so skinny someone would think he had a tapeworm. He just felt so....delicate.

"S' easy, idn't it?" michael murmured, and they both looked at him, stopping halfway to Ezzy's car. She had gotten it when she was seventeen, a birthday present from her uncle's wife. She really did love her uncle..a pretty little red thing, but neither she nor michael were so inclined to actually know what kind. A Honda, they had concluded. But they weren't sure. Both sets of brown eyes settled on michael, and he pushed himself up, a wide grin on his face. "I go with him you follow, an when he goes to bed, we drive home in your car." he giggled, kicking his feet out behind Yurick suddenly, the boy having to shoot his hands down to catch him before he slid down. It made the Asian shifter squirm happily, that bruise on his butt stinging slightly. "Well, I suppose that's a plan. You don't mind, do you Elizabeth?" Yurick grinned as the Spanish girl shook her head, putting hands on her knees to look up Michael's skirt, Yurick wriggling his hands in an accommodating fashion, the skirt moving up to rest around michael's waist.

"Heeeyyyy! That's cold!" he playfully slapped Yurick on the shoulder, moving to squeeze his knees around the boy's hips, booted feet moving to press into the front of the vampire's thighs as he let go, pushing himself up as if he were on the most stable surface imaginable. Yurick's eyes went wide as michael pulled his skirt down, as if it were the most normal thing in the world. Ezzy tilted her head to the side, Yurick's hands going back to michael's waist, but he had a look on his face that said that he wasn't sure that he actually needed to be holding him. He was drunk, but michael was still just as agile as a cat. He finished pulling his skirt down, then settled down against the boy, smiling as if he hadn't done anything strange at all. He was always licking his wounds, sniffing at odd smelling people. Ezzy was used to it, and Yurick spent enough time around shifters to be used to those odd actions, but he hadn't ever spent time with them crawling all over him like he was a jungle gym. The look on his face was simply priceless, and Ezzy couldn't help laughing as she made her way to the car. "Well, you two have fun then, and don't be too long, will you?" She turned, giving Yurick a dark and knowing look. She didn't wriggle her eyebrows, because she wasn't teasing. Alright, not as much as normal. She was serious.

Michael in her opinion needed someone to bring him out of that thick and stuttering shell, that prison built of his own fears and insecurities. And she knew if anyone could do it without breaking him, it would be Yurick. It did help he was such a scrumptious guy. And she knew he liked the same sort of things that michael did. Those so special 'touches' that made the boy want to writhe on the floor. she knew he was still a virgin, which wasn't bad in her books, and was actually kind of expected. But they would get on like bread and butter, and she was content to just imagine it. Ooh she had a very dirty mind, but she knew that. And it was her second best friend, after michael. She got in her car, buckled up, and cast one last glance at the two. Michael was clinging to Yurick as if he were a happy monkey, kicking his feet and singing something under his breath, rolling his head left and right on the boy's shoulder. She grinned, moving to pull out and away. This was going to be fun.

Michael wasn't pronouncing the words of the song, and there were barely any Yurick understood. He was singing in Japanese, but he had a wonderful voice. Yurick made his way to his own car, a simply little jeep, and popped open the passenger side door, after nearly dropping a giggling michael while fumbling with his keys. He slid the boy out of his arms, who wriggled, commenting on how leather seemed to really stick to leather. He buckled himself in, barely containing himself as Yurick moved around, climbing into the driver's seat. "So, we get ta go to the circus now? For real?" he couldn't believe how awesome this was. He had gotten new clothes, and he had danced, and had a yummy drink, met a very handsome guy that smelled so yummy he wanted to just eat him, and now he got to go to the Circus of the damned. This night was just getting cooler and cooler.

During the drive, michael couldn't help but keep glancing over at Yurick, wriggling in his seat as if he wanted to simply move over and crawl on him again, clasping his hands together between his knees, rubbing his knuckles over the leather of his new boots. They were so much fun. He found himself turning to look out the window at the lights and buildings going by, but that had made him dizzy, so he leaned back in his seat, staring up at the ceiling. The Circus wasn't that far away, he knew that, but it felt like this was taking an eternity. "Yurick...right?" he murmured to himself, seeing the boy nod out of the corner of his eye. "Yes. That's my name. And I don't suppose Elizabeth told you anything about me? That I'm a vampire?" he sounded amused, not the least bit irritated. He had the idea that Ezzy had simply gone and invited him without telling michael anything.

Michael's eyes went wide, and he blurted out, "Is that why ya smell funny?" he immediately slapped hands to his mouth, a blush pushing over his cheeks, and Yurick burst out laughing. "Yeah, yeah, that's why I smell funny. Not human, kinda like snakes?" he glanced sideways at michael, giving him a smile that made him want to squirm and giggle like a little girl. Michael didn't think he'd ever met any guy who had ever been nice to him right off the bat. He nodded, letting his hands drop. He had a sheepish apologetic smile on his face. "It ain't a bad smell..just different. I like snakes, anyways. They feel so smooth and cool, an they have fangs." he wasn't too interested in explaining the last part, about why fangs were so cool, but Yurick smiled wider, showing those pointed tips, as if every smile before that had been careful, not showing them. Michael leaned over in his seat, hand actually going out as if he would touch Yurick's lips, but he pulled away, settling back in his seat with a look of lofty disinterest.

Yurick gave him a raised eyebrow, a look of slight confusion. "You can touch them if you want, but not until after we've stopped driving. Bumps in the road." he didn't want to catch the boy and bleed him. Vampires had an anti coagulant in their saliva that made it hard for blood to clot up, kept it flowing. Michael nodded his head, thinking to himself that he wouldn't actually mind if he got bit. He shivered, a sudden image of Yurick clamped down on his neck making him whimper softly, wrapping arms around himself. Yurick didn't take his hands off the wheel, or his eyes off the road, but he sat up a little straighter, a familiar scent floating through the car. "Are you alright?" he asked. That smell...that scent of lust spread thick like perfume, and he wanted to turn so he could see Michael's face, wondering just what had suddenly done that to him. He supposed he could simply blame it on the alcohol. Yes, lust in the face of intoxication made plenty sense to the brown haired vampire.

Michael nodded his head, slipping down in his seat a little bit, resting his hands casually in his lap. He didn't want to explain what had gone on in his head, and he most certainly wasn't going to tell someone he just met that he had instant and lusty urges for him to hurt him. It confused him, but he also enjoyed it. There was just something about the idea of fangs in his flesh, in his muscle, something about it that made him want to-

No. He shook his head, sitting up straight again, cutting off that line of thought. Yurick shivered a little. Michael was thinking things that were bothering, and exciting him, and his energy, power, magic, whatever it was, was spreading out in the car. Yurick smelled something sweet like spices, the power pouring silk and cool over his skin as if he were standing in a stream of water that was just the right temperature. Just this side of warm, or cool. He wasn't sure which. It was both, and neither. He wanted to lean back, smile, let it wash over him. It was making it hard to concentrate on driving. "Michael, you have to calm yourself. Whatever you're thinking, it's filling the car with energy, and I can't concentrate on driving." his voice was smooth, soft, that accent just a touch thicker. It didn't feel like lycanthrope energy, it felt magic enough, but it just wasn't that brand of magic. "What are you?" he asked, rubbing thumbs over the steering wheel.

Michael shook his head, pushing himself to draw back into his human body. He had felt it before, that touch as if he were spreading out. Usually it was right before he pushed into an animal form, but it had been different. He hadn't wanted to change, he had wanted to strip. His brain was filled with confusing thoughts, and the odd swirling dizziness that he had enjoyed so much before was making it harder to concentrate. He liked Yurick, he could tell Yurick liked him, and he didn't see why he should simply just keep from doing what he wanted. Didn't see what was wrong in it. Michael was shy, but he was also slutty enough to match Ezzy push for push. He didn't think human, not usually. Panthers and wolves don't see sense in not taking what they wanted, who they wanted, if they could. But still there was that thriving pit of him, full of so much body freezing embarrassment and self consciousness that he couldn't truly be himself.

"I'm...well, I don't know the word for it. I can change into a bunch 'a things..I just gotta learn. Not a lycanthrope though. No matter what form I'm in, ya can't catch it. I'm just...magic." he grinned. michael was proud of what he was, and he really did wish he could tell more people. Yurick pulled into the parking lot for the Circus, but he pulled into the back, michael's eyes glued to the front of the building. It had posters of the attractions, bright lights, there was circus music playing, and above the doors there were clowns, moving back and forth with their wide gleeful smiles, and if you looked close enough, they had fangs. "Oooo..." Yurick laughed, a full and happy sound. Michael looked at him, giving him curious eyes as he parked. "You're just so precious, aren't you?" he said, and michael blushed again, looking down to fumble with his buckle, wishing his hair were loose so it would fall around his face.

Yurick leaned over, gently slapping at his hands to make him let go, unbuckling him. "I'm not precious...an I'm not a kid." michael felt like sulking, and he slipped into it like a comfortable pair of shoes, crossing his arms. He had to let them down again though, as the belt released and tangled up under them. He didn't want to admit he was being silly. He felt air against his shoulder and looked over, Yurick's face inches from him and his pulse suddenly sped, making him freeze where he was, so close to those caramel brown eyes. Yurick smiled wide, a dark look in his eyes as he scooted closer, an odd smooth grace to the motion that humans just couldn't pull off.

"Yes, you are.." he put a hand on the edge of the seat so he could pull over without falling, knees going to the floor between the seats as he moved, michael actually leaning back a little as that face came closer, going dizzy trying to keep all of him in view. "W-what are y-y-ya d-doin..?" he stuttered, licking out over his bottom lip a moment. He had an idea, okay, so he knew, but he was too surprised, too flustered to actually act on it, to let his hands come up and to the boy's shoulders like he wanted. One minute he was crawling all over the boy, the next he wanted to run and hide. He was so going to beat himself with sticks later.

"I know you want me to touch you, I can smell it in the air, hear it in the so quick beat of your heart. You're frightened, and excited, and it's almost too much to bear." Yurick grinned, his other hand sliding up the side of the leather seat as if he were caressing it, making michael bite down on the corner of his lip, eyes following the motion until Yurick moved closer, eyes darting back to him. Michael squirmed, as if he were already feeling fingertips over his skin, very painfully aware that he was wearing barely anything. "J-just like that? J-j-just a little s-s-s-sniff an y-ya wanna c-c-crawl a-a-all o-over m-me..?" He looked down, Yurick's lips parting, and he wanted to kiss him, but he saw fangs, and knew there wouldn't be any escaping them, and still it excited him. He whimpered, moving his hands down to his lap, hiding himself.

Yurick pulled back, grinning as he sat back on his heels. Michael blinked, suddenly so confused. Yurick wasn't angry, or irritated, and he knew the boy still wanted to touch him, he could smell it. That thick sweet push of pheromones; Lust. "W-what..?" He licked out over his bottom lip again, pulling the corner of his lip in to bite down on it, fidgeting, squirming in his seat. Yurick laughed, a soft and happy sound as he moved back into his own seat, pushing the door open. "You're too cute. And I think I'd rather wait, let you actually want me, instead of the heavy trick of alcohol." he smiled, and it made michael smile, despite his confusion and sudden feeling of sadness. Yurick slid out of his side of the jeep, and closed the door, jingling the keys happily as he went around to open michael's door, the boy almost tumbling out onto the ground. He had been leaning on the door, blinking when it burst open from his weight.

Yurick set him on the ground, and he had actual trouble walking, a thick blush plastered across his face as he was forced to have to hold onto the vampire boy with both hands, the new shoes suddenly awkward on his feet. He was confused, disappointed, and happy. He was so unbearably happy. He couldn't explain it, even though he had wanted to be pounced on moments before, he was happy this guy was so nice...wanted him, not the touches. He cared. Somehow, he cared. It was such a big change from what he was used to, he just wanted to dance and sing. He tripped, and Yurick caught him.

Yeah, he would dance after the world stopped it's own dancing.