Yours? (MxM)

Chapter Twenty: Pour Some Sugar on Me

Alistair
    Quinn and Blake were walking ahead of me, chatting about all kinds of things; their kids, Asher and Sterling Devereux, their beloved husky, Cerberus, and their tattoo parlor.
    I of course, was not invited in this conversation. I had a feeling that these vampires did not like me in the slightest. But we were on a mission, and personal feelings and vendettas didn't matter. My concentration was broken by Blake's growly voice.
     "I know how to find this guy. You said he was drugged with zartiathine, right?" I nodded. He led us down a dark and dingy alleyway, where the scent of nicotine permeated the air.
    A human, cloaked in a big, black trenchcoat was leaning against a wall, with a cigarette in his mouth.
   "Tristan." The human jumped at the sound of Blake's voice.
    "Whaddya want? More sticky sugar?" I blushed scarlet. Sticky sugar was a well known drug in the vampire community that made your blood extra sweet and amplified orgasms, Maxime tried it on me once, and I've been craving it ever since. I bet Camden would love it.
   Blake nodded. "But I have questions first. Has anyone recently purchased zartiathine off of you?"
   Tristan scowled, crossing his arms. "You of all people should know I don't divulge information about my customers, assassin. "
   My stomach sank in fear. Blake and Quinn were assassins? Quinn gave me a devious smirk, which gave me all the answers I needed.
   Blake let out a noise of frustration. "Get me Kasper, then." Tristan's heart sped in fear.
    Blake inched closer, his hand reaching for the red beaded bracelet on his wrist. "Now Tristan, I've done a lot for you, can't I at least see your dead boyfriend?" Blake threw the bracelet off, making one bead burst.
    Smoke flew out of it in rivulets, before taking the shape of a man, with deep green eyes and blond hair.
    "Kasper." Tristan breathed. Kasper whipped his head, observing everyone with a frown. "Quinn!" The ghost hugged Quinn to him. "Long time, no see, kiddo! Let's hit that jelly roll!"
   Blake rolled his eyes. "I forgot you're dating an old man. Kaspar, do you know anyone who recently purchased zartiathine off you?"
   The ghost nodded. "Yeah, I think his name was Alex? A total hunk, that one. Tall, blond, and sexy." Tristan scowled.
  "Aw come on, babe! I'm not leaving ya, you're the one who decided to play with an oujia board."
   Blake turned to me as the couple bickered. "You know any Alexes?"
   I hummed, clicking the image Lilith sent me when she found Camden.
   Tall, blond, and an incubus. The neon sign above him read The Incubus' Illusion.
    "I know where he is!" I showed the picture to Blake, who was counting bills to give to Quinn to pay for his drugs.
   A decently sized bag of white crystals was pushed into Blake's pocket.
     "Let's get this over with."