It was not acceptable. The two century-old vampire fumed as he stormed through his house, smelling Will everywhere, knowing he\'d come home from fuck knew where, but was now gone. Again. With no fucking explanation, not so much as a motherfucking note. He hadn\'t returned phone calls or text messages for days now - for all the redhead knew, the cocksucker had gone and lost his damn mobile phone... or just got his ass ashed up somehow and he\'d never learn why. Now the bitch just breezed back in like he owned the place, and blew back out again, calm as you please, with no interaction.
He\'d been going out of his motherfucking mind with worry and of course it hadn\'t occurred to him that the same thing had happened the year before. The vampire didn\'t remember stupid shit like that, nor even stop to contemplate how differently he regarded Will now, as opposed to the same time last year. It hadn\'t once entered his tiny, frenzied mind over the past few days of being without his only companion. His only friend.
Shit was not like it used to be, ever since he\'d settled in this place. It was the adventure that had called to him at the time, that had ruined things between he and Reed
of course he hadn\'t had a part in that, had he? Clinging to his accidental lover and scaring the shit out of Captain Human by asking to sire him so they could be together forever hadn\'t had an impact, surely!
but he\'d stuck with it. Fucked if he was a quitter. And Will had just invited his bony ass in and stayed and he\'d got used to that deal, he\'d grown accustomed to the blonde being there, teasing him, trading insults, sharing shit with him.
Then the asshole just up and leaves! No hint it was going to happen, no word once Indie had figured out that he hadn\'t been home in at least a day, it just stretched out into almost a week (he thought) until now. Suddenly, the whore was home and oh God was the redhead furious for putting him through this! He was going to get his ass pounded in ways no homo would ever ask for once Indie got his hands
his younger, less experienced, less strong hands
on him!
He searched the entire house, noting the return of the bike in the garage and figuring that Will couldn\'t be too far away - maybe out getting a drink, though the bastard was in no way regular or predictable, so fuck knew where he might be. Once the small abode had been gone through, the vampire rang Will\'s mobile, not expecting it would be answered and just about hurling it across the room when it wasn\'t. Thankfully, he restrained himself (just) and threw it harmlessly into the couch cushions instead, before stalking back into his bedroom.
After a vigorous shower, the redhead dressed himself up in his usual uniform for going out - wooden-heeled boots, old blue jeans with a few rips in them, a black T-shirt and a maroon-coloured button-up shirt over the top of it, tucked into his tight jeans and only done up as far as his midriff. He threw a black leather jacket on, finger-combed his hair and went pacing around the neighbourhood, walking far enough away that he would be able to find someone clean, who wouldn\'t recognise him again.
He drank from a few women, perfunctorily but gently enough that they weren\'t jarred out of the experience enough to scream, then stalked his way back home. Will still wasn\'t there and it only made him angrier. He slapped his leather jacket down on his bed and paced out to the lounge room, unlocking his phone in order to send a text message this time: Where the fuck are you??!! He didn\'t expect to get an answer any time soon, so he thumped down onto the couch and tried to click through as many channels as he could without the TV glitching.
When a key eventually turned in the lock of the front door however long it was later, he sprang up from his position on the couch and hurled himself towards it, intending on greeting William with a punch in the face and maybe a body-blow if he could get one in, too.