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some  days  he  couldn't  believe  he'd  arrived  in  new  haven  almost  a  year  ago  now.  he  wasn't  like  the  other  lost  souls,  he  wasn't  stranded  in  a  time  that  wasn't  his  own  &  yet  part  of  him  felt  just  as  lost  as  them  sometimes.  he  missed  his  family,  he  missed  his  old  life  &  some  days  he  wondered  if  maybe  there  was  a  chance  to  go  back.  live  life  the  way  he  always  had,  the  way  he  knew,  but  did  he  really  want  to  live  a  lie  again?

what  are  you  doing  now  though?  hiding  away  from  people  so  the  truth  doesn't  come  out.  how's  that  better?  he  didn't  know.  he  found  joy  in  his  work,  in  tending  to  the  animals  at  the  ranch,  spending  his  days  with  the  horses  &  his  fellow  ranchmen.  like  dirk.  dirk  was  nice  &  he  made  him  feel  somewhat  …homey  here.  but  at  the  same  time  it  was  lonely  &  he  felt  caged  -  just  like  he  had  before.

only  then  he'd  been  caged  by  someone  else,  this  time  ..  it  was  his  own.  he  didn't  really  know  how  to  escape  it,  how  to  find  a  way  to  be  free  from  doubts,  hesitancy  &  a  false  sense  of  pride,  but  he  assumed  dressing  up  …in  a  questionable  state  of  undress  to  grab  free  drinks  at  the  bar  …with  no  intention  of  paying  out  for  them….  was  not  it.  or  maybe  it  was  a  start,  or  …maybe  he  just  felt  safe  in  falling  back  into  odl  habits.  or  maybe  ..  it  just  worked  &  he  felt  good  when  he  engaged  in  something  he  was  good  at.  told  all  his  life  how  pretty  &  handsome  he  was,  he'd  long-since  learned  that  was  about  the  only  quality  he  had  that  mattered.

wide  grin  showing  teeth,  he  wore  a  tank  top  that  hid  only  very  little  of  his  torso  &  a  tight  pair  of  washed-out  torn  jeans.  his  current  victim  wasn't  the  oldest  or  ugliest  patron  yet,  it  also  didn't  really  matter  because  other  than  smiles,  laughter  &  the  occasional  hand  on  the  man's  shoulder,  damien  didn't  plan  to  go  any  further.  said  patron  though,  seemed  to  think  that  a  drink  or  two  meant  he  could  get  handsy.  "hey  hey  hey,  let's  not--"

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not  the  first  time  damien  had  to  deal  with  hands  where  they  didn't  belong,  nor  would  it  be  the  last  -  he  assumed.  it  didn't  matter  per  se,  he  was  alpha  after  all,  so  if  he  had  to  defend  himself,  he  could.  he  just  usually  chose  not  to.  a  little  hand  wandering  down  his  muscular  torso  -  a  few  complaints  from  his  side  &  drinks  or  money  would  flow.

he  was  good  at  what  he  did.

to  think  he  made  a  fortune  without  ever  even  kissing  someone,  he  should  be  rewarded  with  a  trophy  &  a  nice  sum  of  money  for  himself,  but  life  wasn't  fair,  so  ...  here  he  was.  the  old  bear  was  a  little  stronger  than  he  expected,  but  it  appeared  he  found  himself  a  knight  tonight.

pale  as  the  moon,  dressed  sharply  &  eyes  to  get  lost  in.  he'd  seen  him  before.  the  idiot  sitting  in  that  throne  in  the  midst  of  his  own  bar.  curious  what  he  could've  possibly  done  to  draw  the  man's  attention,  he  ...  watched.  their  scents  mingled,  but  it  was  unmistakably  the  scent  of  an  alpha.  not  one  like  him,  though.  vampire.  pesky  little  things.  damien...  never  quite  trusted  them  near  him.

better,  bigger  things?  oh  yeah?  that  piqued  his  interest  for  sure.  done  with  this  one,  he  slid  away  a  little  on  the  seat,  bringing  a  minimal  amount  of  distance  between  them  at  least.  one  thing  damien  never  quite  cared  for  was  attention.  he  did  what  he  did,  because  he  was  good  at  it,  but  ...  he  didn't  do  it  for  the  looks  it  got  him.  in  fact,  he  preferred  less  public  places  like  this,  but  new  haven  didn't  make  his  business  easy.

"i'm  fine,  thanks."  that  was  the  whole  point,  nothing  aroused  alphas  more  than  one  of  their  own  being  prey,  even  if  he  was  just  pretending.  his  own  fangs  joined  the  fray  when  he  shot  a  smile  back,  not  bothering  to  move  away  from  the  hand  on  his  cheek,  fingers  cold  -  like  death.  vampires  were  strange  creatures.  but  so  were  dragons.  he  couldn't  spend  half  an  hour  close  to  one  without  needing  a  change  of  his  shirt.

when  he  left,  damien  knew  he  had  to  make  a  choice,  but  by  the  time  he  turned  around  after  watching  the  vampire  leave,  his  patron  had  already  left.  chickenshit.  he  doubted  the  usual  would  work  with  someone  like  him,  but  he  was  curious  to  try.  so,  he  pushed  himself  off  the  couch  &  gracefully  (like  the  feline  he  was),  made  his  way  over,  his  half-drunk  drink  still  in  one  hand,  sipping  as  he  moved  from  one  foot  to  the  other,  waiting  -  maybe  a  little  nervous.  he'd  not  agreed  to  any  fishy  stuff.

“and  you  think  you're  suited  better  for  the  job  than  this  guy? why?”

time... death... life. he had seen so much, done so much, even before he set foot in the americas, even before he set foot in new haven. it was a chance for something else, a moment of respite. maybe, a distraction.

it was easy enough to settle. enough money to do it anywhere really, and be comfortable, things like that didn't really lose their taste with time but one got used to them.

drugs, sex, power. it all faded away in the big scheme of things and while santiago was not the withdrawn sad vampire type he had his moments. few, as they were, he did enjoy presiding over his little club, sitting on a throne that might seem showy for some but had been earned long ago.

he knew how to entertain himself and tonight, he had his prey in sight. his blood sung to him, as did his smell. he had gotten so good at sniffing out a secret, a little shame... and this boy, coming to his club, well, he had plenty of both.

another night he would have let him suffer a little, seen how it went, but not tonight. he was bored and so...

"so soft spoken for such a big strong alpha," he chuckled, voice sweet and tempting, pheromones doing their work as he sauntered closer to the alpha. he knew his own scent would come on top of both of theirs and he enjoyed it. "come on now, i'm sure you could both put up a nice fight but the pretty boy here," his hand moved, cold fingers slowly caressing the boy's face, "has better, bigger, things to do tonight."

when he smiled, his fangs were easily revealed. he ignored the other alpha, focusing on his new prey. "you really ought to stop behaving like an omega, if you don't want to be treated like one."

and then, leaning in to breath in his scent, to feel his pulse, so close to his throat... "if alphas are what you like, you should learn to pick them." he leaned away, motioning to be followed back towards his throne and started walking without looking back.