Chapter 3
When he gets home the smell returns, his fangs come out as he looks around carefully, he can smell someone. A vampire. Not a human. It was familiar.
God. It’s him.
”Now what have you been doing?”
Regulus pounces, getting knocked back against the ground. Sirius. He’s on top of him, grinning with his teeth bared.
”Bastard.” Regulus grins up at his smiling face.
”Playing house with the humans?”
He pushes him off and stands, shaking his head with a laugh. “I knew I could smell you. Stalking me are you?”
Sirius leans against his front door, shrugging. “I could smell the man from miles away, got closer and smelt you all over the place… Who is he?”
Regulus lets him inside, shrugging off his jacket and sighing as he prepares for the lecture. Here was the judgment. No hiding this. “He’s… just a human.”
”Heard you screaming his name from here.”
”Well if I knew you were coming, I’d have left it today.”
Sirius raises a dark brow at him, he’s got it pierced, the idiot. He can smell the judgment. “You see him often?”
”No,” Regulus says carefully. “Just a couple of times.”
”And he lets you feed off him,” Sirius inhales and grins widely. “God he smells so sweet.”
Regulus closes his lips, as if he could hide the smell from him. It’s tactless. It was too strong.
“He seems too nice for you.”
”He is.” He replies glumly. James was too nice for anyone. The angels envied his presence.
”You like him?”
Regulus side eyes him as Sirius sits on his bed, putting his dirty boots on his sheets. “I like him, I suppose. He’s a good human, he’s lonely and has a big cock. What can I say?”
Sirius splutters a laugh, pulling out a flask full of blood, he sips it and sighs happily. “Can I have a go?”
”No you cannot.” He says firmly. He isn’t sharing. Sirius always liked to share. But he would not share James. Not ever. He’s his special discovery. No one else’s.
Besides, Sirius doesn’t deserve it.
“Why?”
”Because he’s mine, and you can have anyone else in this shit town, but not him.”
”You’re totally marking him… You stick around here much longer, someone else will smell you there, make it their business to see why a vampire as old as you is so entranced with a mere human.”
Regulus knows this. He knows the dangers of staying in a place for too long. To be near a human longer than a few hours was making James’ scent get muddled with his own.
But he wasn’t ready to leave yet.
Besides, he would gladly put up a fight to mark his territory.
”I’ve got it under control.”
”If you say so.”
”What are you doing here anyway?”
Sirius shrugs again, putting away his flask and running his hand through his hair. “I missed you.”
”Bollocks, you got into trouble didn’t you?”
He can smell it on him, the blood and the way his mouth is caked at the sides with it, the look in his eyes. The redness of them. The reddened knuckles. The smell of alcohol and guts.
”Had a fight.”
”With who?” Regulus sighs heavily.
”Ran into some unpleasant company in London… got a bit knocked up, didn’t realise there were so many of them down there.”
”How many?”
Sirius frowns and shrugs.
No. This is not happening again.
”Sirius, how fucking many?”
”5… maybe 6.”
Regulus pounces on him, choking him. “And you thought you’d lead them here!?”
”I didn’t know about the human!”
”You fucking idiot!”
Sirius gasps, “Let go!”
He releases his throat and slaps him firmly across the face. Selfish bastard. He always did this. Brought him the trouble he picks up. Regulus has to fix his messes. But it was different now. With James marked, his blood on his tongue and now Sirius’ scent here with his own.
He was a target.
A sitting duck.
James would be the easiest target before they got to them.
”Go!” He shouts, “Go and run, you selfish prick.”
”He’s just a human!” Sirius drawls. “Who cares?”
”I fucking care… get out of here and don’t come back. Don’t you dare come into my life and blow things up for the millionth time!”
Last time he had to fight 4 vampires whilst Sirius ran all the way to France. It was not happening again. Not here. Not with James. He was just beginning to learn about him.
He will not die due to his stupidity.
There were vampires, a group, now chasing Sirius, leading them directly to them. It usually wouldn’t matter. They’d fight. Not care who is hurt in the process. But it was different now. James was suddenly very important to him. And he would do everything in his power to keep him away from danger.
Sirius stands up, scowling at him. “He’ll die anyway, Reg. He could die stepping on a rock. You want to keep him, fine. But you’ll kill him quicker than any other vampire will.”
”Get out!” Regulus screams, his fangs drawing from his gums.
He’s gone in a flash, and he’s then gone himself, back to James’ house, stalking the perimeter. Biting himself to rub his blood on trees, leading any scent in a different direction.
Now he’d really done it.
He didn’t know what to do.
He had two options. Take him. Somewhere far away. Somewhere no one would find him. Or turn him.
He couldn’t think of anything worse than turning him.
To have his life taken to be a vampire, just due to Sirius’ stupidity. He wouldn’t do it. He couldn’t. He deserves a life better than this.
He’d been selfish with him so far, but not now. Death is not on the card for a soul as soft as his.
Regulus comes for him the next night, he knocks on his door, James is surprised, smiling cluelessly at what must happen now.
Everything was ruined. His soft encounters and mindless sex had been tainted and now he must take him on the run. He’ll kill Sirius. If anything happens to James from now, he is dead.
“Wow, you’re back sooner than I thought… you okay, you look a bit stressed.”
”I’m sorry darling, really didn’t want to do this,” Regulus takes a breath and elbows him in the face, knocking him out onto the tiled floor. “Poor bastard.”
He’s dragging his body to the sofa, placing him down whilst he packs him a bag. He could return after a few weeks, when Sirius’ scent wasn’t lingering like the plague. He was a hassle to drag around, he weighed a lot and he was so floppy asleep, Regulus had to carry him like a child on his back.
There was no chance to be slowed down, so he got a car- stole a car he should say, plopped him in the back seat, and drove.
He drove away from the town, from the village, from the sickening smell of too many vampires.
He could smell them, a pack, coming from the south, when vampires travelled together their scent was choking, Regulus drove so far that night, he couldn’t smell anything anymore.
Not even himself.