My Stepbrother's a Vampire!

9; The Vixen's Advance

(Warning: This chapter contains a tad of smuttiness and not so child-friendly content.)

Alec is in the boys' bathroom. Stood by the row of chipped sinks, he stares at himself in the mirror, wondering what has happened to the familiar stranger before him. Since when did a vampire's complexion have this much life to it? Usually of a chalky pallor, his skin was now more peachy and tanned, making the dark azure of his eyes pop. Admittedly, when a vampire fed, he did appear more alive and human—a smart defence against exposure (the more one fed, the less otherworldly they appeared)—but not to this calibre. He is practically glowing. It is quite astonishing, considering he didn't drink from the George boy for too long.

The actual case is, he should appear terrible. Prolonged absence to a vampire's mate and coven is usually fatal. He should indeed be dead, at the very least exceedingly weak. Perhaps, he muses, it is something to do with Kara. Her aura is very different than other human girls. This is probably why Richard had been drawn to her. He has to admit, getting Kara's mother to fall in love with him was the perfect excuse to get closer. Unprovoked, an orgasmic shiver flits down Alec's spine as he recalls drinking Kara's blood yesterday when she passed out.

There are a couple of other high school seniors in the bathroom, disposing of their liquid waste at a urinal. Alec tries hard not to think of the thick, pounding blood that runs in their veins. Drinking from George and Kara reminded him just how appealing the smoky, musky taste of the scarlet fluid is. American cuisine surprisingly isn't too bad. Funnily enough, he hasn't killed anyone since he has arrived in San Francisco.

That will have to change soon.

One of the boys shakes himself clean and turns around to face Alec. As he zips up his pants, he gives the vampire an odd glance-over.

As if he is sizing him up.

"Hey," he says, coming over to the sink so as to rinse his hands. "You're the guy who banged Santana Quebec, right? I'm Martin."

Alec doesn't say anything. He merely purses his lips in contempt.

Sensing hostility, Martin raises his hands consolingly. "Ah, I see. You don't wanna talk about it. Just tell me one thing, though." Martin switches off the tap and dried his hands with his shirt. "Is she as dirty in the sack as everyone thinks she is?"

Alec represses the urge to punch the boy. Within him, what he likes to call his 'internal human' snarls in outrage. The human who lived as Alec before the vampire was raised a courteous gentleman. Speaking of any lady in this manner was considered foul and treacherous, worthy of a good hiding. Even if the girl in question is the devil's incarnation.

Aware that the times have changed and he is no longer human, Alec only smirks. "No. She's dirtier."

Martin grins wildly, most likely picturing a wide-range of scenarios involving Santana in his head, and exhales the hormones which so power teenage boys. "I'll tell you, that girl has been keeping me up at night. I would wreck her."

Whilst Alec fights off the revulsion that threatens to contaminate his expression, the other senior comes to join them by the sink and grins in agreement.

"I'd give her something to suck on," he moans.

"In your dreams, Joey," Martin laughs. "Probably not even in them."

Joey scowls at his friend. "Yeah, yeah."

Abruptly, the door to the bathroom opens behind them, and they turn around to see the new addition. In enters a girl with the same skin colour and hair of Pocahontas, except the look in her eyes is far too heated to be Disney. Santana Quebec saunters towards their direction, with a walk that is more hips than it is legs, and the two seniors squeak in hormonal reverence.