A/N- This is a birthday present for my beloved Collar de Espinas. Love ya, darlin'!

So, my name's Killian Anderson. I'm five foot six, have dark red hair and light brown eyes. I'm not bragging when I say I'm hot, just self confident. I'm twenty-six years old, and I'm rich enough to kick Donald Trump's ass out of his tower, if I ever felt the need. It's family money, I haven't worked for a dime of it. But that's okay, because I manage it. Not only am I not and rich, I'm smart too. I have a major in economics and a minor in business. Oh, and I'm gay too.

I've always gotten what I've always wanted, and that's exactly the way I like it. Yeah, I know that makes me a stuck-up, spoiled bitch, but I don't care what you think, so it's all good.

My life has always been easy and comfortable, and I've never had to deal with unpleasant things. That is, until I met Vincent.

Vincent is a vampire. A no good, annoying, arrogant, self-serving bastard vampire. I swear he was created just to make my life miserable.

I love the Steve Madden boots I saw yesterday, but I would pay just as much for a piece of wood I could drive through Vincent's heart.

I pray to God everyday that he'll save me and rid the world of the abomination that is Vincent.

No luck.

But I'll keep trying.

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I met Vincent late one night, as I was coming back home from a club I'd been at with my best friend, Aisha. We'd split a couple of blocks earlier, and I didn't want to call a cab, just because it felt nice and cool outside, so much different from the stuffy, oppressive heat of bodies against bodies.

I stuffed my hands into the pockets of my jacket, a warm cashmere knee-length coat I'd bought just the day before. I walked steadily, head held high, contemplating what I should buy tomorrow. Today I'd gotten the soft Italian leather boots from Dolce and Gabana. I think tomorrow I'll go get those Steve Madden boots. I smiled, happy just thinking about it, when a voice called my name.

"Killian!"

I spun, and it wasn't someone I recognized walking towards me. No, it was an unbelievably hot guy that smiled and made his way to me.

He stopped in front of me, and I couldn't help but just stare up at him. He had dark blue eyes, they might've well have been black. I thought they were at first, but the light hit them, and they shone a brilliant midnight blue. His hair was long, slightly wavy, and it fell around his face, some of the strands touching his shoulders. He was taller then me, but still slender. I glanced appreciatively at his black leather jacket and his loose pinstriped pants, but raised an eyebrow at his shoes; dirty, tattered black and white Converse. I don't know how it all fit, but it did, on him.

"If you're done drooling over me, I believe this is yours?"

That made my eyes snap up and my cheeks flush. He looked amused, and it made me angry instantly. I hate people laughing at me.

His hand was held out to me, and my black leather Luis Vuitton wallet dangled from his fingertips.

I snatched it from him, throwing a quick "thanks" over my shoulder as I spun and walked away.

"Hey, wait, that's all I get?"

I turned back to him, taking a deep breath. "What more do you need? I said thank you."

He smiled again, no, he smirked at me. "No handshake, no name, no invitation to coffee?"

"You're a stranger that happened to pick up my dropped wallet, why should I take you out to coffee?"

"Gratitude?"

"Again, I said thank you."

He seemed to just wave off my statement with a flick of his hand. He then reached for my hand, and held it tight when I tried to yank it away.

"Let me go, you-"

His voice steamrollered mine. "My name is Vincent, Vincent von Sahna. Yours?"

I glared at him, and kept my mouth shut.

Who the hell did he think he was? He must be a bit absent in the brain area, going around just grabbing people's hands! He must have a special talent, I went from approving to annoyed to pissed off as hell in the space of a few minutes.

He, Vincent, just... smirked again and shrugged. "Well, I don't know why I asked, I looked in your wallet." He leaned in close to me, and his whisper drifted across my ear. "Killian Anderson."

The way he drawled my name made shivers go down my spine, and my eyes flutter closed.

His hand left mine and trailed up my arm, and it was like I could feel his touch on my bare skin. His hand, with his long fingers, wrapped around my neck, and I suddenly felt so relaxed...

"Sleep Killian... I'll take good care of you."

Then his voice faded away.

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I woke up in my bedroom, wrapped in my covers and smelling delicious coffee.

I hummed and turned over. Aisha must've let herself in, she had talked about dragging me to one of her exercise classes or another.

"Morning."

I shot up and found Vincent sitting on the edge of my bed, wearing a smile and holding out a cup of wafting coffee.

I suddenly remembered last night's events, and anger pulled it's way into my brain. "What the hell are you doing in my apartment?! How the hell did you get in here? Get out!"

His smile never wavered. "I've got my ways."

Well, his "way" was going to get his ass kicked.

I jumped out of bed, absently noting that I was in a big white t-shirt and not the clothes from yesterday.

Holding my arms behind my back, I paced the length of my room. I muttered under my breath. "I can't believe this. I have a psycho-stalker in my room, and I don't know how to deal with it. This has got to be a dream. I'm going to wake up soon, call Aisha, and laugh about it. Maybe this is caused by stress. Maybe I need to get relaxed. Sex. Sex always relaxes me. That's it, I'll go out and get laid, and dreams like this won't happen anymore." I gave myself a quick, sure nod, and ignoring Vincent completely, I made my way in front of my mirror, reaching for a brush to run through my hair.

It was then that I noticed the bandage on the side of my neck. I blanched, and gingerly touched it with my fingertips. The feel of cool white cloth proved that it was real, and I spun to Vincent, eyes blazing, not a doubt in my mind that he had done this to me.

"You fucker, you hurt me! What the hell is this?! Did you cut me?! I swear I'm going to call the cops!"

I reached for the phone, but Vincent was suddenly net to me, his hand wrapped around my wrist. "Don't do that." His voice was low and soothing, and I didn't believe the "nice-guy" tone of it at all.

I glared at him. "No, you let me go of me. You have no right to touch me."

Vincent just shook his head, and (DAMNIT!) he smirked. "Oh, I can touch you all I want, now."

I was opening my mouth to let loose all the cusses I've learned in my life (including some in three different languages) when I noticed that his canines where too long... too sharp...

My heart thudding, and my mind telling me that I was crazy, I turned back to the mirror and peeled away my bandage with my free hand, which was trembling.

Underneath the slightly stained white underside of the plasticy cloth, two tiny, almost invisible dots of dark red marred the skin of my neck.

A word floated through my dazed mind, a word I'd never believed in, a word that wasn't supposed to be real.

Vampire...

I turned back to Vincent, and his eyes seemed to glow. I considered screaming, but something stopped me and turned my fear into anger.

That fucking smirk.

So instead of screaming, I grabbed my phone and threw it at him, yelling at the top of my lungs.

The phone hit him in the chest, and he looked surprised as hell.

"You fucker, you're a fucking vampire! Fine, what the fuck ever, now I know exactly how to kill you! I'm gonna fucking buy out the country's supply of garlic! I'm gonna fucking get a priest to bless every fucking drop of water in the city! I'm gonna get every piece of wood I can get my hands on and fucking stab you in the heart until you're fucking Swiss cheese!!"

I lunged at him, my hands automatically going for his throat, and he actually looked a bit scared, grabbing my hands.

We fell back, me yelling, Vincent trying not to get clawed.

"Killian, stop it, come on!"

"Fuck you!"

I kicked out at his crotch, but Vincent swept his leg out of the way, then did something with his hands that had me falling to the floor, Vincent landing hard on top of me.

I panted, out of breath, but Vincent just lifted himself up, staring down at me.

His eyes bore into mine, and just like last night, all the tension seeped away, until I was laying there like a pile of spilled Jell-O.

"I'm not going to hurt you, Killian. I just... like you. You're arrogant and cocky and spoiled as hell, but you're beautiful and spirited... and you taste like Heaven." His words were whispered, and the more he talked, the more his voice thickened, taking on an accent that I couldn't place, and that hadn't been evident just minutes ago.

He leaned down toward me, and his lips touched my neck.

I tried to move away, but his hands held me steady, and I couldn't budge him.

His lips trailed down my neck, and over my collar bone. I closed my eyes and turned my head, trying no to like the way it felt, and not having much luck.

"It won't hurt Killian... Actually, you'll probably like it..."

The feeling of his teeth sinking into my neck had me gasping aloud, my eyes flying open and my hands coming to clench at the cloth of his t-shirt.

God, it did feel good.

Like... a rhythmic pulsing at my neck, vibrating and sliding down my length of my body. It seemed to pound like the techno song at the club last night, making my toes curl and my breath come short.

My hands lifted to tangle in Vincent's long hair, and he hummed against my skin, making my gasp soft and audible. His hands trailed down my sides and slipped under my shirt, rising back up my chest and pulling my shirt with them. The touches made me arch my back, and Vincent's mouth tightened.

I gasped again, and I felt like I was falling asleep, drifting away to Neverland. And as my hands let go of Vincent's hair to flop down on the floor, Vincent pulled away. I moaned without thinking, and I could hear his soft chuckle.

"Told you, you'd like it. Oops, I think I might've taken too much... here, you stay and rest, and I'll get you some cookies or something."

I felt myself lifted and carried, then placed on soft cloth. My bed.

Lips touched my cheek, then I was left with the sounds of my breathing.

I fell asleep.

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Aisha's voice woke me up, and the clanking of pots and pans.

"Wake up, Killian, damn you're so lazy! Get up and eat some breakfast, I'm actually cooking for once, you don't want to miss it!"

I groaned and slowly pushed myself out of bed, frowning at the slight pounding in my head.

What had happened?

Vampire...

I remembered, remembered Vincent, and his smirks, and the way he had bit through skin...

"Oh God..."

"You okay in there, boo?" Aisha's face peeked out from around the corner, and I couldn't help but smile at her. She still had her afro, her dark, tiny curls lifting up in the air, accentuating her chocolate skin and warm brown eyes. The beads she'd word yesterday were still wrapped around her neck, and she looked like the African princess she proclaimed herself to be.

"I'm fine, just a bit of a headache." I pushed myself out of bed, yawning.

She nodded and disappeared, and I quickly washed up, throwing on loose jeans and my old, faded, Rolling Stones t-shirt, that had been my last boyfriend's. He'd left it here when he moved out, and I'd never bothered to return it to him.

I found Aisha in the kitchen, making eggs and pancakes, toast happily making smoke in the toaster. "Is the toast supposed to do that?" I asked her teasingly.

Aisha spun around, saw the burning toast, and swore. "I hate cooking, how the hell am I supposed to focus on more then one thing at a time?" She popped up the toast and threw the burnt remains away.

"It's toast, Aisha, you stick it into the toaster and let it do it's thing."

"Shut up." She threw a towel at me, and it smacked me in the face.

I made a face. "Yuck, Aisha cooties."

Aisha just gave me that "Look" she has. "Sit your scrawny white ass down and eat." I sat, and she shoved a plate of eggs and pancakes at me, these having escaped the fate of the toast.

She sat down across from me, with a glass of milk. She sipped it silently, nodding with a smile when I thanked her for the food.

We sat in silence, and my mind wandered back to Vincent.

Vampires... Who would've thought? I never thought they were real... But I guess I was wrong, hmmm?

But how come the one vampire I meet, has to be sexy and hot and delicious AND a pain in the ass. It's not fair.

"Aisha, do you believe in vampires?"

She raised a perfectly drawn eyebrow at me. "Vampires? Hell no. It's all just stories to keep kids in line. Why?"

I shook my head. "No reason, just wondering..."

She scrutinized me, then shrugged and stood up. "Well, while I'd like to stay and play with you, some people in the world actually have to work. I'll stop by tomorrow and we have to check out that new club that opened on 85th."

"All right. Call me when you wanna go."

"Okay, love ya, boo, see you later." And she left in a warm breeze, with the scent of cocoa butter following her.

I finished my breakfast and dropped it into the sink for the housekeeper to clean when she came by later.

The day passed by uneventfully, with me eating comfort food (chocolate and ice cream) and trying not to think about Vincent and his mouth. I was laughing at something on "Will and Grace" when the phone rang.

I picked it up, holding it to my ear with my shoulder as I continued to dig out ice cream, straight out of the little cartoon it came in.

"Hello"

"Killian."

Vincent's voice came through the phone, and it sounded like he was right next to me.

I stared at the phone in grudging amazement, then put it back to my ear. "How the hell did you get my number? No, I don't care, what the hell do you want?"

"I want you to meet me."

"How about no?"

"Please Killian, I need to see you."

"You need to see the local priest."

"Will you stop being such a bratty bitch and come meet me?"

"If I do, will you leave me alone?"

"Yes yes, whatever."

"Fine, when?" I can't believe I'm agreeing to this. I'm out of my mind.

"Now."

I made a small noise with my teeth. "An hour. I'm not dressed."

"Oh, I like."

"Shut up, where?"

He gave me an address, and I wrote it down on the little pad sitting next to my phone. "I'll be there."

"Good." Vincent hung up, and I sat listening to the dial tone before dragging myself up and getting ready.

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I met Vincent not far from where we had met, at a small discreet diner, one of those almost dirty, almost rundown diners that have mouth-water food and employees that mind their own businesses and keep their mouths shut.

He was already in a booth when I got there, and I slid in across from him. He smiled at me, and handed me the menu he'd been looking at.

I moved it aside. "What do you want, Vincent?"

He looked away, then back at me, and there was genuine regret in his eyes. "I want to apologize. I know that the way we started out wasn't... normal."

"Fine, you're forgiven, can I go now?"

He grabbed my arm as I moved to slide out, and I wondered how many times he'd grabbed me like this in the, what, three days we'd known each other? I glared at him, and he let go. I moved back into the seat, crossing my arms, and waiting fro him to go on.

Vincent sighed. "I really do like you, Killian, more then I should probably. Something about you... You're bitchy and a brat, but I can't help but think that there's something soft and sweet inside of you." He saw the disgusted look on my face and rushed on. "I want to get to know you Killian, more then I've ever wanted to get to know anyone else. I think you're beautiful. I don't want to beg, but I will. Please Killian, let's start again. I want to know you."

I tried not to melt at his words, but damnit, he was just too sweet, with that pleading look in his handsome face, and his hand wrapped gently around mine. I sighed. "Fine, whatever, I'll give you another chance."

He smiled, a real smile, not a smirk, and I had to look away so I didn't jump him.

"Should we stay here and eat, or should we walk a bit?"

I looked back at him, but his eyes weren't on me, but on the couple that had just stepped into the diner, a young girl and her man, laughing over a quiet joke, their arms thrown around each others waists. I looked back over at Vincent, but I couldn't read the look in his darkly brilliant eyes. "Let's go walk." I answered softly, standing up and straightening my jacket. Vincent's eyes glittered in gratitude, and we walked out of the diner, strolling down the dark streets of New York at night, standing side by side, our shoulders occasionally brushing.

I watched him out of the corner of my eyes, watching the way his hair covered his face as it fell forward, and how walks were sure and confident. He looked good, wearing the black leather coat I'd first seen him in, and with loose black dress pants. A white button-up shirt flashed from underneath the jacket, and the hem of his pants fell gracefully over dark, polished boots. I looked back up to his face, and saw that he was smirked down at me, amusement clearly evident in his eyes.

"Like what you see?" His voice was smooth and charming.

I didn't answer him, just turned my nose up and looked away from him.

"Oh, don't be like that, Killian, why deny that I'm a good looking vampire?"

My nice thoughts about him vanished.

He chuckled. "Do you want to come over to my place tonight?"

I whipped my head back to him and glared.. "Just because I think you're cute doesn't mean I want to bonk you."

For once, the arrogant bastard looked startled. His midnight blue eyes glittered as he cocked his head. "Bonk? Who the hell says 'bonk' anymore? I don't even say it, and I'm a couple hundred years older then you."

I couldn't help but flush, and we know how much I hate being laughed at. I turned back way away from him, walking faster ahead, giving him a nice view of the blue jacket I'd bought on my last shopping spree. "Shut up, don't you have innocent people to terrorize and kill?"

I nearly jumped out of my skin when Vincent wrapped his arms around my middle, his lips coming to rest over my ear. He whispered, and it sent shivers down my spine. "Oh, but I like terrorizing you much more."

"Let go of me, you wrinkled-up pervert! This is pedophilia, get off!" I lunged forward, but I'd forgotten one of the simple rules of life. Vincent equals superhuman vampire strength. Me equals less then average human strength. Shopping suits me better then weight lifting. So when I pushed forward, know what happened? Absolutely nothing. I might as not have moved, for all the help it gave me. So I did what any self-respecting fag would've done.

"HELP!! SOMEONE, HE'S TRYING TO RAPE ME!! HELP!! HELP!!" Besides shopping, I can scream like a damned opera diva.

Vincent let go of me, startled by my voice. But he recovered quick, his hand clamping over my mouth like a damned steel gag, his arms pulling me around the the corner of the building we had been standing in front of and into the darkened alley.

"Mmffmmph, mmph mff mmm!" I kicked out, cursing him and cursing me. Him for being all super-quick, me for getting myself into a worse position then before.

My mind raced, faced with all the possibilities this situation had to offer. I came up with: one) Vincent gets fed up and leaves me alone for good, two) Vincent kills me and leaves my body in this nasty place to be found by cannibal homeless people, and three) it only fuels his sick, sadistic tendencies and he NEVER leaves me alone. I'm praying for number one here.

Vincent spun me around, his hand twisted to stay on my mouth. I sunk my teeth into it, but he didn't even flinch. Instead, the bastard SMILED at me. "God, I love you, Killian. You're such a bitch." And THEN he dropped a kiss to the tip of my nose before letting me go.

I pushed away from him, panting, straightening my jacket as I glared at him. "I thought vampires were supposed to be all suave and charming-like, why're you such an asshole?" I combed my mussed hair out of my eyes, straightening the copper strands as best as I could in the eight PM night.

Vincent shrugged, and I tried not to notice how the movement raised up the cloth of his jacket, stretching it against his collar bone. "I guess I'm special?"

I turned on my heel, back out out the alley way, muttering under my breath. "Special ED maybe." When I get angry, corny insults from my childhood become my main source of ammunition. I didn't wait for Vincent to follow me, I stuck my fingers into my mouth and blew, the whistle piercing the air and turning heads. Not that I cared, of course, because the end justified the means. A taxi squealed to a stop in front of me, and I climbed in, reaching my hand out to slam the door closed behind me. But, guess what, a hand stopped me, Vincent's blue eyes staring down at me, a smile dancing across his face.

"I guess I'll call you later?"

"How about never?"

"Good, I love you." He touched a hand to my hair.

"Bad, go jump into a lake and drown a slow, painful death."

Vincent only smiled, that infuriating smirk of his, and let go of the door, to let me slam it closed.

I swear, I don't care if I have to kidnap a priest and some nuns, he's going down.

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I woke up late in the morning, a couple days later. I'd had two blissful Vincent-free days, and I was planned on enjoying every second of the time I had without him.

There's no knowing when he might came back to torment me. I stretched, smiling vapidly at my mirror, that stood just across from me. "Today is a wonderful day, do you know why, Killian?"

"Because I'm here?"

I screamed and jumped, falling out of my bed and landing painfully on my ass. "Ouch, motherfucker!" I looked up, glare in place, and met Vincent's eyes.

He was leaning by my window, watching me with an elegant eyebrow raised. I hate him, I really do. He has no right to look so sexy, standing with his shoulder propped up, his arms crossed over a wine colored t-shirt that clung to his lean frame. His legs were covered by skin-tight blue jeans, faded away to a dull grey at the knees. His dark drown hair was pulled back in a messy ponytail, strands falling around his face in small waves.

Not that I was admiring him.

I jumped up, rushing toward him and landing a punch to his arm. "What the hell are you doing here?! You can't just come into my house! We went over this!"

He only shrugged, not answering me. I glared at him, before realizing his eyes were fixated on a spot somewhere beneath my neck.

I didn't have to look down, it would further my humiliation. Instead, I pulled what dignity I had left and crossed my arms, clearing my throat.

Vincent looked back up at my face, and I ignored and denied the way his eyes had darkened even more. "Do you always sleep naked?"

I put up my chin. "Yes, have a problem with it?"

He shook his head, and his smile was back. "Oh no, I like it." And suddenly, his hand was around my cock, and I was twirled over to land with my back against the wall.

"What the hell are you doing, let go of me this- oh..." His unoccupied hand was against the wall next to my hand. His other hand, well...

"Vincent, stop it! Please... Oh God, I mean it! Let..." My eyes fluttered closed, and Vincent leaned in to kiss my cheek, his hand moving on me in a slow, steady rhythm.

"Why stop yourself, Killian? You know you like it? Let me make you feel good."

"Corny bastard," was all I managed to get out before his lips pressed against mine.

It wasn't long before I was crying out and pushing into his hand, feeling like the world had exploded around me. He let me go, and I slumped forward, resting my head against his shoulder. "I hate you," I mumbled.

"Of course darling. Now look, I've worn you out, come on, into bed." I was feeling too good to do much more then stand there as Vincent cleaned me off and carried me to bed. Hell, if he wants to start it, he has to finish it too.

He set me gently down, and I curled up into my covers. I barely noticed him slipping in behind me, wrapping his arm around my waist.

"Love you, Killian."

"Shut up, go to sleep."

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Okay, fine, I change my mind, maybe I wouldn't mind having him hang around a bit more.

-fin-