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Hot Tip
« on: June 10, 2019, 05:05:22 PM »
THERE WAS A SMALL district that wasn't quite attached to the city he'd twice ruled. It had its own mayor and a population of a thousand people - the size of a large school. He stood out because he was gorgeous, tall, blonde and only had one hand. The other had turned to dust.

Fucking Jake. Fucking Ben. They'd got exactly what they wanted from him and then buried him. Ben's rebellion wasn't unpredictable. Jake's betrayal was.

He seethed, he planned, he thought about how to hurt them when he couldn't even get close. He didn't have the stomach to hang around this dumbass town either. They were full of dope-addled teens who weren't even that pretty and weren't impressed by him. The missing hand was what was fucking up his ambience. It would take time for him to learn how to work it so it made him more mysterious. Right now he was too fucking angry.

He read about his trial in the paper. Another vampire had passed through this bullshit on-the-cusp town and ditched his copy in the trash. Lazarus fished it out and read it, keeping the clipping and staring at the picture of the journalist who'd written it. Murphy Hilton. He knew that name, remembered that face. It was who Jake had replaced him with.

Lazarus hatched a plan and seduced one of the not-quite-pretty dope-addled teens to let him come back to his place. Once Lazarus had drunk from and fucked him, he used his phone to google the newspaper's number. He found a website and searched through it, puffing laughter when he saw that Hilton's mobile was on their webpage directly, seeking tips for stories.

Well. He had a fucking hot tip. The hottest tip.

His jaw clenched, Lazarus thumbed a message to the number and hit send. The phone said it was delivered. He looked down at the snoring mortal beside him and decided he would keep this phone. Pocketing it, he left for the motel he was staying in, hoping to draw Murphy Hilton to him for his plan to carry out.

The message he sent was:

I have evidence of corruption by the District Leaders. Come alone to Harrow's Motel at midnight, room six.

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Re: Hot Tip
« Reply #1 on: June 11, 2019, 07:14:54 AM »

Jake had some sort of event on tonight at the White Rabbit, so after spending the day curled up in Jake’s bed, Murphy had woken up a couple of hours before daylight, showered there (since Jake’s bathroom and plumbing was much nicer than his own) before taking himself home to catch up on a few things he’d been neglecting in the heady flurry of a new romance.

Murphy hadn’t seen Ben since the night the blonde had told him he wouldn’t be siring him, or even really heard from him. It still felt too raw, so Murphy didn’t want to initiate contact, not just yet. Hopefully he assumed Ben was just giving him a bit of space to get over it, not that he’d just forgotten about his human friend since making his decision. At least he’d had Jake to distract him from that disappointment.

Murphy rifled through his small pile of post, made sure his bills were all up-to-date, checked his bank account to make sure that bonus from the paper had gone in following his last article and by then the sun had set. He dropped Jake a quick text:

Have fun tonight, looking forward to seeing you later. X

Murphy had just started browsing through the latest news article when his work phone vibrated and let off a jaunty little set of tones to indicate a text. Murphy jumped slightly at the sound – he wasn’t used to actually getting messages on that number – people preferred to email or call – texting didn’t usually get enough information across when it came to his line of work.

His hazel eyes skimmed over the message after he’d dug it out from an inside pocket of his bag and a frown flickered over his face. The subject itself was disturbing – he really hoped someone wasn’t going to try to tell him a story about Jake or Charon. He also had no idea where the location mentioned was.

Murphy spun his chair back to the computer and typed the address into the search bar, discovering it wasn’t too far away. He’d have to drive since it was outside the city limits, but he’d have plenty of time to get there. His fingers itched to reply, but the tone of the message, telling him to come alone, gave him the impression the author might be a little jumpy, so it would probably be best just to follow the instructions rather than firing questions before meeting.

The human had a quick dinner (currently spending most of his time being on night shifts with Jake was playing havoc with his body clock) before grabbing his bag (complete with notepad, a pen and spares, tablet and some cash in case his lead needed his wheels greasing before he’d give up the story) before heading for his car. Given the subject of the message, Murphy didn’t want to tell Jake about it before he had any more information and he guessed there would be plenty of time beforehand. If the story was true, the texter should have evidence as he’d said, which Murphy could see and review in his own time. If it was bullshit there would be no evidence and he would just have a wasted journey.


Murphy arrived five minutes early, relieved that his satnav had taken him to the right place. The human had a final rummage through his bag before stepping out of the car. He was wearing dark jeans which fitted nicely, teamed with a white t-shift under a red plaid shirt which hung open, his sleeves rolled up to just under the elbows. His gaze drifted over the motel as he quietly shut the car door, aware that as it was late there would probably be humans sleeping. He felt a thrill of excitement run through him – this feeling never got old. Even thought there was the potential this might be a story he didn’t want to hear, it could lead to something good, or something which might even help Jake and/or Ben.

He ran a hand through his hair as he approached the motel, eyeing up the numbers on the doors before finding the right one and knocking quietly just before midnight.

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Re: Hot Tip
« Reply #2 on: June 11, 2019, 03:34:35 PM »
The sixth door was positioned as the end room, the motel having only twelve rooms in total. A narrow walkway above took other residents to rooms seven to twelve upstairs. Lazarus knew only rooms three and seven were occupied, closest to the office, farthest from him. It was off peak and the place was a shitty place to stop. People who’d come this far would spend the extra 30 minutes driving into the city proper to stay in something better while at their destination.

He’d seen the car pull up as the headlights washed past his window, and positioned himself close to the door. He waited, wondering what was taking so fucking long for the journalist to reach the room. He could hear him out there; footsteps crunching on the gravel car park, the swish of things being put away up or brushing against other things, the gentle shutting of the car door.

Lazarus stopped himself from bouncing from foot to foot in anticipation. He was rubbing the stump of his arm with his free hand, a white sock had been pulled over it to hide it away. He wore a blue long sleeved baseball shirt, the only thing he could find in this dump that fit him. With difficulty he’d rolled the sleeve up until the end of his stump peeked out, so the sleeve wouldn’t flap and get in his way. He would have to find himself a follower that wasn’t doped to the eyeballs to look after him until he got his bearings.

There was a knock. He blinked a long, slow blink of relief and reached for the doorknob. He opened the door, keeping himself hidden until it was open wide enough to pull the mortal through. With celerity, he grabbed Murphy by the head and pulled him in, smooshing his face to his hard chest and turning so that his shoulders gently closed the door behind him. He didn’t want it slamming and waking up the few assholes that were staying here.

He lowered his head to speak into Murphy’s ear as the young man struggled and protested with muffled words.

“If you struggle any more I will snap your neck then bleed you dry while you lie paralysed,” he warned. “You remember me. It’s Lazarus.”

He didn’t want to kill Murphy because he had something else for him, but if the other didn’t have survival instincts, then it was no great loss too Lazarus. Both Ben and Jake would be upset, though it would be a short term thing. Lazarus has something much better in mind.

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Re: Hot Tip
« Reply #3 on: June 11, 2019, 03:49:27 PM »
“Fuck!” The expletive wasn’t especially loud, since he didn’t have a chance to get much air in his lungs before he was suddenly inside the room and he was pressed against a very solid body. His eyes were wide, but in his position he couldn’t see much of anything other than a closing door behind him as he pressed his hands against his attacker, trying to push his body away.

His struggles stopped at the softly spoken words and the cutting threat behind them; his hands stayed pressed against Lazarus but he desperately fought the urge to wriggle and fight against him. His heart was pounding with adrenaline.

How the fuck had he been so stupid? Jake didn’t know where he was, no one did. His work phone was on him so no one would see the message until they found him dead, if that was what Lazarus ended up doing. Maybe being paralysed from the off would be the better option, but if there was a way out of this Murphy wanted it. He knew anything he said right now would be muffled, so Murphy stayed quiet, willing his heart to slow down a touch.

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Re: Hot Tip
« Reply #4 on: June 11, 2019, 03:57:21 PM »
“Much better,” Lazarus commended as Murphy stilled. “Let’s talk and maybe you can walk out of here.” He released the mortal and stepped away.

Murphy would see Lazarus without his usual pristine hair, instead it was messy and straggly like it hadn’t been washed in a while. The missing hand was obvious as Lazarus stood idly watching him, arms at his side but he was slightly hunched over like an animal about to pounce.

“I can smell him on you,” Lazarus said, then laughed. It didn’t sound like a well regulated laugh. It was a little shrill.

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Re: Hot Tip
« Reply #5 on: June 11, 2019, 04:31:49 PM »
Murphy didn’t take a lot of comfort from Lazarus’s praise, or the briefest mention that he might be allowed to walk out of here.

He took a quick step back as Lazarus released him and glanced quickly around the shabby looking motel room to get his bearings before his gaze returned to the ancient. Lazarus looked like a completely different person to the sleek, powerful creature who had been on trial. Seeing him missing a hand was a jolt – Murphy knew it had happened, but actually seeing it, seeing a vampire, an ancient vampire, so disfigured, it was shocking. Vampires could heal, but apparently not whole limbs.

The manic laugh brought Murphy out of his thoughts and he looked up at Lazarus’ face, wetting his lips nervously.

“He knows I’m here,” he said, hoping his voice came out more confidently than it sounded to his ear, but in fact it had a definitely wobble to it. There was no way he could get to the door without Lazarus catching him – that celerity had been scary. Murphy had been around Charon plenty of times, but this was a different set of skills. Charon was more subtle, used his mental powers with good effect. Murphy had no doubt that Lazarus could and would rip him limb from limb in half a second if he said the wrong thing.

“What can I do for you?” he asked, trying to keep his tone respectful. Maybe Lazarus wanted information, or just for Jake to come here so he could fight him again, Murphy desperately tried to keep his focus on those ideas rather than the image of Lazarus snapping his neck.

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Re: Hot Tip
« Reply #6 on: June 11, 2019, 05:24:47 PM »
Lazarus hadn't meant to talk. He'd meant to just get on with his plan. But he had Jake's new paramour here and he wanted

he didn't want

to know the details.

"How did it start? Did Jake drink from you? Did he fuck you when he was still with me? We had an open relationship," Lazarus adjusted, reminding himself that they were both sleeping with others, but replacement was never supposed to be on the cards. "Did he mention me to you? What did he say?"

The questions came hard and fast, and he was looking over the journalist now with a critical eye. He was hot. He didn't blame Jake for tapping that. But he was just some silly mortal. Had he been dumped for a mortal?

"You're friends with Ben as well. Have you two fucked also? In the past, if not current?"

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Re: Hot Tip
« Reply #7 on: June 11, 2019, 09:34:03 PM »
Murphy was surprised by the sudden string of questions thrown at him by Lazarus. This was suddenly feeling a lot more personal than he’d expected - since Lazarus had contacted his work phone he assumed he knew about the article, but he must have spotted him with Jake and Ben at the trial too. When he questioned about he and Jake fucking Murphy’s lips twisted slightly, unsure on whether Lazarus was just guessing or that was the smell he’d referred to previously.

Murphy wanted to lie, to tell Lazarus it had just been the bite before everything had kicked off, but he didn’t know how much Jake had told him. The blonde might just be testing him, to see how truthful he’d be.

“Yes, Jake drank from me, once before you... did what you did. We kissed, but that’s it, nothing else. He didn’t mention you.” Maybe that would hurt Lazarus’ pride, but it was the truth.”

He took a deep breath at the mention of Ben. Ben and Lazarus had a history, more than just the rape and trial. Did he want payback for more than just those things?

“No, Ben and I haven’t, it’s not like that, we’re just friends.” Nothing else. And they never would be now, despite their previous plans which Murphy definitely wasn’t going to bring up. “I’ve hardly seen him since Kerr came back,” Murphy added, hoping to downplay their relationship so Lazarus might think again and maybe be more willing to release him.

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Re: Hot Tip
« Reply #8 on: June 11, 2019, 09:47:22 PM »
Lazarus shifted, his muscles coiled and his expression changing to one of calculation. His gaze raked down and back up Murphy's body in a way that was purely sexual, but unlike his usual self, he wasn't interested in sex. He wouldn't mind a bit of humiliation, though. He'd suffered humiliation because of Jake. His new fuckbuddy could suffer humiliation because of Lazarus. It would even things up a bit more, that was for sure.

"On your knees," he hissed.

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Re: Hot Tip
« Reply #9 on: June 12, 2019, 07:41:45 AM »
Murphy wasn’t sure what bit of what he’d said made Lazarus tense up, but he saw it happen and took half a step backwards, especially when he caught that look in the vampire’s eyes. After hearing and reporting on what Lazarus had done to Ben and Jake, that look definitely felt dangerous. It wasn’t the worst thing Lazarus could do to him though.

His eyes narrowed at Lazarus’ command. Murphy opened his mouth to protest, but there was no doubt in his mind that Lazarus wouldn’t hesitate to carry out that initial threat, so after a moment he slowly lowered himself to his knees, letting his bag drop from his shoulder to the floor. He raised his chin as he moved, keeping his eyes on Lazarus’, looking for a hint of what was to come.

“What do you think you’re going to get out of this?” he asked, keeping his body high rather than resting back on his heels which would have been comfier. He wished his initial lie, that Jake knew exactly where he was, was true. Why the Hell hadn’t he told him?

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Re: Hot Tip
« Reply #10 on: June 12, 2019, 08:20:23 AM »
"You're a pawn," Lazarus said, skulking forward until there was half a metre of space between them. "A playing piece to be used for amusement or sacrificed for the greater... good," he smirked, for there was nothing good about this. "So what kind of piece are you? Amusement or sacrifice?"

A small step forward and Lazarus closed the gap so that Murphy was looking all the way up at him. Being so high on his knees meant he wasn't quite right for the crotch of Lazarus' jeans, but the insinuation was there. Still, his sexual response wasn't even stirring, while usually he was at the ready in situations like this. He had a pretty thing on his knees in front of him - someone he could extort to use his mouth. Someone who he could manipulate out of fear and intimidation. He should be rock fucking hard.

But he wasn't. It made him angrier, that regardless of what Murphy was willing to do, he wasn't being turned on by it. His hand twitched, wanting to strike out.

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Re: Hot Tip
« Reply #11 on: June 12, 2019, 03:53:36 PM »
Murphy kept looking up at Lazarus, even though it became increasingly uncomfortable as the tall man before him moved closer. He wasn’t going to give this rapist the satisfaction of dropping his gaze to stare at his crotch now it was so close unless he had to.

His shoulders raised slightly at Lazarus’ words. A pawn? It depended on how you looked at it. Not in his own life, but maybe in others – ones who had perhaps had plans for him then moved on. Ben. The Sacramentum. Not Jake though, and that thought was reassuring. If Lazarus killed him here, someone would care.

“Bit of a big, pointless risk you’re taking then, for a pawn. Haven’t you already sacrificed quite a bit?” he said, nodding towards Lazarus’ stump of an arm and giving it a quick, pointed glance before lifting his hazel eyes again. Lazarus had lost a hand, been banished from the city he cleared wanted for his own, but worse could have been done to him and still could.

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« Reply #12 on: June 12, 2019, 05:01:20 PM »
It was the perfect retort for Lazarus to do what he wanted.

He swept his hand in a quick slap - though to Murphy it would feel like getting slapped by a shovel. The mortal managed to catch himself on the carpet enough that he was on his hands and knees. Lazarus kicked him, his foot and shin feeling like a steel bar. When Murphy hit the floor Lazarus strode up to him and pummelled him, breaking ribs, fracturing his collarbone and his cheekbone - just missing the nose.

Stop.

He didn't know if the journalist was pleading (because he couldn't hear anything beyond the ringing of rage in his ears) or something inside him that had him pulling back, looking down at the mess he'd made. Fuck. He didn't want to kill this asshole. He wanted Jake and Ben to suffer.

To be constantly reminded of Lazarus.

Giving Murphy his blood would heal him - but first he would take it from him. Grabbing the mortal by the arm, he hoisted him up awkwardly and ignored the blood that seeped out of him from a cut on his eyebrow. Lazarus embraced him, his stumpy arm wrapped tight around Murphy's middle, his hand gripping Murphy's hair, forcing him to bare his neck.

He bit, and he drank.

And drank.

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Re: Hot Tip
« Reply #13 on: June 13, 2019, 07:20:09 AM »
Murphy didn’t see Lazarus’ first blow coming, all he knew was that suddenly there were stars dancing across his vision and a searing pain across his face. He found his hands pressed against the grimy carpet of the motel, curling against it but finding no purchase. Murphy barely registered roughness itching against his palms before there was another jolt of pain shooting through his body (accompanied by a crunch he’d not heard for years) and the human crumpled to the floor, gasping for air as the kick had forced the breath out of him.

He managed to let out a wordless cry of pain before Lazarus was on him, seeming to be attacking him from all angles – Murphy could hardly recognise where one blow had struck before there was another. It wasn’t Murphy’s plea for the vampire to stop which Lazarus heard, he was more focused on getting breath and curling up to try to protect himself (and failing miserably) to think about forming any kind of words.

Murphy didn’t realise when Lazarus’s attack halted. His body was shaking and there was an unpleasant gurgling in his breaths making him cough, sending a spray of blood across the filthy carpet.

Just as he began to think it might be over, Lazarus grabbed him again, lifting him upwards and Murphy let out a pained groan as the movement increased the agony he felt throughout his body. He tried to struggle, but Lazarus’ grip was too tight, the energy had been knocked out of him and his attempts to move his left arm to hit at the blonde, where his collarbone had snapped, failed. Every breath sent a sharp pain through his chest where his ribs had broken, one digging into his lung and pressed in more awkwardly as Lazarus pinned Murphy against him.

“Stop, no,” Murphy managed to gasp out as Lazarus wrenched his head to the side, realising what Lazarus was about to do just before his teeth sank into his throat. There was none of the pleasure and bliss which came with other bites he’d had, with Ben, with Jake, with any other vampire who had drunk from him in years gone by. Normally the bite was a method of relaxing – instead of weed to chill him out, the bite did it, but not now. Adrenaline shot through his body and he struggled in terror against Lazarus’ firm body, but not managing to move very much in that iron grip.

Lazarus would be able to feel as Murphy’s struggles began to fade. The stars in front of his eyes had dissipated to be replaced with darkness creeping in from the edges and Murphy’s body began to slump. The pain stopped him from falling unconscious and Murphy grasped for that, fearing that if he slipped into that abyss he wouldn’t wake up again.

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Re: Hot Tip
« Reply #14 on: June 13, 2019, 07:59:53 AM »
He couldn't let the mortal pass out or he would die. Death was not for this one. He should consider himself lucky that Lazarus had more in mind for him - otherwise he would be dead on this anonymous motel floor.

Finally gentle, Lazarus took the young man with him to the bed and sat him on the edge before laying him down. Lazarus had a knee up on the bed beside him, crouching over him as he did it.

"Hush now, little pawn, the king will have mercy on you, so you can go back and show yourself to your bitch queens," he soothed, stroking Murphy's hair and looking at the wounds he'd caused on his face. Woops. They'd go away, at least.

Lazarus ripped a wide gash in his right wrist, not wanting to deal with the sock that started just above the (missing) wrist of his left. The blood that poured out was a vibrant burgundy, like wine. He pressed it against Murphy's mouth.

"Drink, or die," he said, a little louder than normal to get past the focus of the other's wound likely had on the journalist. Blood was pouring between the the mortals parted lips anyway, and initially it might taste like more coppery blood, but Lazarus had made enough fledglings to know that vampire blood tasted fucking good enough to clamp on and suckle from.

Devil's milk.