Monday May 12th, 2008

Laval Domestic Terminal

Arrival Concourse

10 AM

As she stepped out the doors that lead to the baggage collection a young blonde woman scanned the large hall searching for her significant other.

“Lachelle!”

The woman swept her eyes across the baggage collection hall once more and her eyes shone when they fell upon a group of six men standing near carousel number four. The tallest of the group was the one who had called her name. His dark scruffy hair looked unbrushed, the T-shirt he wore old and worn, and the jeans that hung loose on his hips were fraying around the ankles. Yet, she didn’t care; she loved the man for all his faults. After all, she did accept his proposal.

Clutching her purse, she hurried across the polished linoleum flooring her heels clicking lightly.

“Pierre!” She dropped her purse at the feet of the five other men and rushed to throw herself into her fiancé’s arms. He caught her by the waist and swung her around a broad smile on his full lips.

Setting her back down on her feet, he leaned in close and placed a tender kiss on the corner of her mouth. “Missed you, sweetie...”

Lachelle smiled softly, light brown eyes sparkling. “Me too...”

David poked his head around her shoulder. “You missed you too?”

Pierre rolled his eyes. “No, you dick. She missed me.”

The bassist pouted. “What about me? Did you miss me?”

“Hell no!” Pierre laughed.

Lachelle slapped his shoulder lightly. “I think he meant me, Pierre.”

Pierre chuckled stroking a hand lightly through her long blonde locks. “Of course. And yes...of course Chelle missed you, Davo. She missed all of us, right?” He met her warm gaze.

She smiled, brushing stray strands of hair from her face. “It always feels like I’ve lost my best friends when I go to TO.”

“Awww...” Seb came up and squeezed her around the waist. “You know, you’ll always be our best friend.”

Jeff and Chuck nodded agreeing with the younger man’s sentiment. Pat, who was hanging back slightly, didn’t add a comment; he was preoccupied. His concentration firmly fixed on Pierre. Unknown to the rest of the guys, Pat was basically babysitting the pubescent vampire ensuring he didn’t lose control of his faculties.

A young vampire was extremely dangerous if he or she was not under constant watch. It was even more dangerous if the vampire was going through puberty amongst people who had no idea of his or her true nature.

“Pat?” Jeff waved his hand in front of his friend’s face.

Pat blinked, forcing his mind from Pierre for a moment. “Huh? What’s that?”

Lachelle smiled softly. “Hello, Patrick.”

“Oh, Chelle.” He grinned but it appeared forced.

She tilted her head. “Something wrong, hun?”

Pat shook his head. “No.” Just your fiancé being a vampire who could attack you if I don’t keep an eye on him... He glanced back at his friend, who was standing a little behind Lachelle.

When he’d arrived at Pierre’s earlier that morning, the immature vampire had been chewing on a dead squirrel an extremely frustrated expression on his face. Pat of course had quickly surmised the reason behind his expression and had offered his vein to the larger male.

Pierre had practically torn into his wrist and drained as much of the sickly red stuff that he could possibly get without knocking Pat out. Luckily, being a Werewolf increased Pat’s tolerance to blood loss.

Of course, the fact that his friend had needed his blood to quench his thirst could mean only one thing. The blood of herbivorous creatures would never be enough to slake Pierre’s appetite. This meant he could be very dangerous to any human who got too close to him when he was thirsty.

Pierre shifted his weight and glanced across the baggage carousel that was moving slowly around. “Which bag is yours, Chelle?”

Lachelle moved to stand next to him and leaned forward. She watched as several bags moved passed then pointed at a light beige suitcase that had a red ribbon tied to the handle. “There.”

Pierre stepped forward and lifted the bag easily from the carousel. However, he made a show of effort, grunting slightly. “Ooof...what have you got in here? The kitchen sink?”

Lachelle rolled her eyes. “That got old after the first time you said it.”

Pierre smirked and wrapped his free arm around her waist, squeezing slightly. “You know you love me...”

She giggled, leaning her head against his shoulder and pressing a hand against his chest. Pierre bit his lip, the overwhelming scent of spices and cinnamon wafting up to his nostrils; and then the scintillating aroma of fresh blood hit him, and his salivary glands began to work overtime. He swallowed hard as his vision went a little hazy. He swung his head away, clenching his jaw tight.

Pat instantly sensed the change in his friend’s demeanour and moved forward to tap Lachelle on the shoulder. “Hey, can I get a hug?” He gave her puppy dog eyes, which, now that Pierre knew what his friend really was, really did look like the kind of sad pleading look a dog would have on its face.

Lachelle laughed and moved out of Pierre’s grasp to hug the other man. The other members of the band took that as a signal to swamp her and she found herself in the midst of five men other than her fiancé.

Pierre took that moment to settle his nerves and bite at his tongue to ease the hunger that had filled his mind. This was what he’d been most anxious about when with his fiancée. The need to feed became stronger when he was around his friends and sure Pat could probably prevent him from attacking them [and Lachelle] when they were together as a group, but as soon as Lachelle wanted to be alone with him, he knew he would have to rely on his own self-will to control his urges.

Taking several deep breaths, he shifted his grip on the suitcase handle. “Right,” he spoke over the huddle around his fiancée, “Let’s get outta here, we spend enough time in an airport to sink a battleship...I want to leave.”

Lachelle laughed, prying her slender frame from the other men and walking toward Pierre a tiny smirk gracing her lips. “Can’t wait to get home.” She gave Pierre a coy look.

The big man swallowed hard, pupils dilating in anticipation and hunger. He forced the latter feeling down, his stomach trembling a little. “Right, let’s go then. I came in my car...so we can go separately from the rest of the guys...”

Pat stiffened. Not a good idea, Pierre...

Pierre scowled at him. “What?”

Nothing... Pat just shook his head at his friend, staring hard at him.

Lachelle glanced between the two men. “Uh, Hun...I don’t think Pat said anything.”

Pierre smiled squeezing her around the waist again. “I must’ve been hearing things, then. Come on.” He turned and steered her toward the exit trying to ignore the silent mutterings coming from his friend.

So not a good idea...not a good idea...

Toronto

Hilton

Room 666

11:15 AM

Master...?

Shadows glanced up from the Alternative Press magazine he was perusing. Johnny had just materialised in the centre of the small hotel room.

The vampire frowned, shifting where he lay propped on the bed. “What have you got for me?”

Johnny hesitated as if only just realising where he’d appeared. He shook his head and looked toward Shadows a wary light in his dark eyes. “Nothing yet...” His tone was hesitant. “I know where he is though.”

“Where?” Shadows kept his voice light, shutting the magazine and swinging his feet off the bed and onto the floor.

Johnny shifted nervously beneath the vampire’s scrutiny. “Laval, Montreal.” He paused, licking his lips; his mouth was dry. “My contact...” He stopped. He didn’t want to say too much otherwise Shadows would realise he was lying.

“You know, you’ve never told me who it is you know in Montreal.” The vampire’s voice hardened.

Johnny avoided his questioning stare. “You don’t need to know.”

“Is that right? You belong to me don’t forget that. I want to know.”

“It’s not anyone important, Shadows.”

Shadows stood and glowered at the smaller man. “Then it shouldn’t be such an issue. Tell me who it is.”

Johnny swallowed hard fighting not to shrink back from his master. “Allan. His name is Allan. He’s a furniture dealer.” His heart rate increased and his breath caught in the back of his throat as he prayed fervently that Shadows would believe him.

The larger male stared narrowly at him, but after several tense seconds, he nodded and waved a hand at him. “You can leave now.”

“Should I go back to Montreal?”

Shadows sucked on his bottom lip, rubbing at the tip of his nose. “No. We have an interview at Much Music. Then a signing. So, it’ll have to wait.”

Johnny nodded slightly. “Of course...shall I go then?”

Shadows didn’t respond having turned to a platter of cheese that was on the nightstand. Sighing, Johnny vanished leaving his master in peace.

Noon

Much Music Studio

Patrick is anxious...

About what, Alpha? Johnny sat on a stool loosely clutching a microphone in his hands watching as the Much Music host asked Shadows and Synyster questions about the band’s recent album. At the same time, he was having a silent conference with his MC contact.

Pierre’s fiancée...he doesn’t want to leave the two of them alone.

Worried Pierre will attack her? Hasn’t he fed?

Pat says he hasn’t fed properly since the first when you were there...oh wait...um...anyway... .

Oh, yeah...Pat got Pierre to feed from him...

“Johnny.”

He blinked as Zacky waved a hand in front of his face. He realised he’d just missed a question. “Sorry, what was that?”

The host, a blonde woman with a bright smile, giggled; Johnny thought her name was Leah if he remembered correctly. “Do you get a lot of flak for being the smallest guy in the band?”

Johnny shrugged. “They’re always making jokes about it.”

Always? How about every single chance they get.

Don’t tease, Alpha...

Shadows smirked. “Can I say ‘short shit’ on live TV?”

“You could say ‘short stuff’,” The Rev snorted.

Synyster shifted on his stool and growled low. “Short ‘shit’ sounds so much better, though.”

Leah laughed. “You’re allowed to say whatever you want.”

Shadows smirked cruelly. “What? Even ‘fuck’?”

The host winced slightly.

Zacky groaned palming his face. “Jeeze, Shads...within reason, man...”

The singer chuckled softly. “Well, I was only asking, V.”

Johnny was about to add his two cents worth when Alpha’s voice assaulted his mind. Johnny! Code Red...get your ass to Bouvier’s place.

Oh...shit... He glanced toward Shadows; the larger male caught his look from the corner of his eye.

What is it, pup?

I have to go...

Go?

Back to MC... “Uh...sorry to cut this short...but I gotta go pee...”

Shadows rolled his eyes. “I’m sure the fans didn’t want to know that, Christ.” Now? Why?

Uh...your son...he’s um...available... Johnny got off his stool. “Sorry, Leah...”

“No, that’s fine,” she smiled warmly. “You don’t want to leak in your pants or something.”

The other guys laughed. Johnny put on a show of being annoyed at their laughter as he headed out of view of the cameras and the studio audience.

Shadows’ mind followed him. Report back ASAP.

Will do... As soon as he was concealed, the Werewolf vanished from the studio making haste to Laval.

Half an hour before...

Bouvier Residence

Pat scrounged through the Bouvier’s refrigerator. Jay leaned against the kitchen counter, observing him silently.

“Aha! How old is this cheese?” Pat pulled a foil wrapped block of blue vein cheese. It smelt off, however one could never tell due to the large blue veins running through and over the yellowing flesh.

Pierre’s elder brother just shrugged. “No idea.” He glanced back down the hallway leading to Pierre’s room. “What do you think those two are up to?”

“Huh?” Pat had his head back in the fridge, sniffing slightly attempting to find the owner of a particularly intriguing scent.

Jay pulled the door open wider. “Pierre and Chelle...what do you think they’re doing?”

Pat looked at him. “They’re in love...they haven’t seen each other in months. What do you think they’re doing?” That’s what he said aloud. Silently he added, I don’t care as long as he doesn’t try to feed fro-

Something warped in the air, an awful tightness gripped Pat’s heart. He pulled out of the fridge slamming the door shut. “Uh...thanks for the...uh...cheese. I have to go, see ya, Jay.”

He hurried out the front door before Pierre’s brother could respond to his abrupt goodbyes.

Jay blinked. “Um...right...see ya, Pat...” He shook his head and went into the living room to watch TV.

Pat skirted the garden bed along the side of the house until he reached the window that he knew looked into Pierre’s room. He hesitated, steeling himself for what he was about to see. Then moving closer to the window he sank to a crouch and peered under the hem of the curtain into the room beyond.

Lachelle gasped as Pierre pushed her down onto his bed massaging his hands down her sides. The couple had just been quietly cuddling on the bed, talking about random stuff, work, her studies’, Pierre’s band, how much they’d missed each other. Then, Pierre had begun to touch her lightly, nuzzling into the nape of her neck and murmuring sweet nothings’ into her ear.

Lachelle had welcomed his little attentions until he began to pull at her top. That was when she decided she wasn’t quite ready to succumb to whatever needs her fiancé had right then. After all, she had only just arrived; she was tired and probably a little smelly from the flight over. So, she pulled away from him, which if Pierre had not been in the state that he was, seriously hungry tense vampiric puberty phase, would have been fine. However, the big male was beginning to become extremely thirsty and, couple that with an overzealous sex drive, he was suddenly a lethal weapon not to be trusted.

Unfortunately, for Lachelle she had no clue and so all she could do was gasp in shock as Pierre shoved her against the bed, pinned her beneath his hard body and ground roughly into her stomach, snarling low in the back of his throat.

“Pierre...?” She tried to push at his chest; he would not budge. His body was as solid as a steel wall. He growled grabbing her wrists in one hand and pinioning them to the bed. She moaned and twisted beneath him, body tensing as she felt the bulge in his jeans growing.

Pierre groaned at the feel of her lithe body wriggling beneath his. The spicy aroma of her blood filled his nostrils and he felt his canines’ beginning to ache. He needed to feed. He bent his head down and nuzzled into her neck, pressing his lips along her throat just where her jugular ran beneath the surface. Lachelle gave a soft whimper and bucked under him.

“Pierre...stop...” She tried to break out of his iron grasp on her arms. “Pierre...” Her tone became panicked. He hissed silently then parted his lips the tips of his fangs glistening with his saliva. Lachelle’s eyes widened but before she could scream or say anything, Pierre bit into her neck and began to pull at the blood in her vein.

Pat, who was on the other side of the window, peering in, had seen enough. He snarled under his breath then casting a quick glance over his shoulder, and sending a silent message to anyone who would listen, he vanished from one side of the window and appeared as silent as a wraith in his friend’s bedroom.

Pierre...let her go...

Pierre snarled without removing his fangs from her neck, Lachelle had gone limp beneath his body, head averted, eyes glazed over a little. Her breasts rose and fell unsteadily and her arms were resting loosely above her head. Pierre was no longer holding onto her wrists and was instead stroking both his hands up and down her sides as he fed.

PIERRE!! Pat’s mind was a steel bell in Pierre’s ears. The vampire groaned and pulled his head back. His fangs were tinged with Lachelle’s blood and his eyes were glowing. Pat shuddered, his own widening in shock. Pierre’s irises’ were no longer their usual deep brown; they were a fiery red colour burning furiously.

Pierre... Pat shivered. Get away from her...

Pierre gritted out harshly, “I need to feed.”

Pat shook his head just as Johnny Christ made an appearance, this time in human form.

Pat...get him away from his fiancée...make him take your vein...I’ll make sure she’s okay...

Pierre glowered at the shorter male. “What the Hell is this?”

Johnny smirked weakly. “An intervention. Get away from Lachelle.”

“No.”

He sighed and shot a look at Pat, who moved faster than even Pierre could imagine, tackling the larger male away from the bed and forcing his wrist against his fangs. “Bite.”

Pierre would have ignored the command, except that his hunger overrode his annoyance at his friend, and so he bit savagely into his vein, sucking hard at the honey sweet blood that filled his mouth.

For a moment, Johnny watched him then turned his attention to the blonde woman on the bed. Lachelle was beginning to stir.

He moved to sit next to her, placing a soothing hand on her arm. “Easy...”

She flinched, staring at him. “Who...”

“Just a friend.” He pulled his hands back. “Johnny Christ.”

Lachelle swallowed hard locking eyes with him, trembling. “How did you...”

“Long story. Let’s just say, Pat let me in.”

She frowned. “Pat?”

She sat up more and leaned passed the short man to see what was going on. Her eyes widened in horror at the scene in front of her and she brought her hands to her mouth.

“Oh my God...ohmigod...” She began to shake and Johnny could feel that she was about to be ill.

He gripped her shoulder tugging her around gently. “Don’t look.”

Her bottom lip quavered. “Pierre...I saw...in his mouth...he’s...Pat...” She shook her head. “He...he bit me...”

Johnny rubbed her shoulder lightly sending in a soothing wave of energy.

She wrapped her arms around her breasts, rubbing at her arms. “He...”

“Shhh...” Johnny stroked her hair slowly as she began to rock. She was in shock; the Werewolf couldn’t blame her. To find out about her fiancé in such a horrific manner would definitely be unnerving. To find out at all would not have been easy, but for Pierre to lose control and attack her the way he did, it didn’t bear thinking.

Eventually Pierre finished and pulled away from Pat. The older Werewolf sucked at the wound making it heal faster.

Then he glanced toward the bed. How’s she coping?

Johnny shook his head lightly, shooting an accusing look at Pierre. She’s in shock.

Pierre bit his bottom lip allowing a sheepish expression to pass across his features. “Did I hurt her?”

Johnny snapped, “Why don’t you see for yourself, Bouvier.”

Swallowing nervously, Pierre got up off the floor and made his way to sit on the edge of the bed. “Chelle?” His voice was a strained whisper.

She peeked up at him from over her knees. Her pupils were dilated and she was still breathing a little unsteadily. The wound in her throat where he had bitten her had healed, yet there were some marks left where his fangs had hit.

“Pierre...” There was a tremor in her voice. “What’s...what’s going on?”

Pierre drew his breath in roughly, it wasn’t going to be easy but he had to be honest and tell her the truth.

He loved her and she deserved for him to be straight with her. “You’re going to find this hard to believe, sweetie...but...I...” He paused, looking down at his hands. They were pale and trembling slightly.

Lachelle tentatively reached out and took hold of one of them, squeezing it gently. “I’ll try, Pierre...please...tell me?”

Pierre closed his eyes then opened them again, gazing deep into her soft hazel eyes, drowning in them and drawing strength from the love he saw in their depths. “I’m...I’m a vampire...”

Lachelle shifted back but didn’t release his hand. “You’re a what?” There was a hint of disbelief in her voice.

“A vampire...” Pierre bit his lip.

She looked away shaking her head. “You’re joking...”

“No. I’m not. It’s true...” His voice was so quiet she could barely hear him.

She met his serious gaze and licked her lips. “I...” She withdrew her hand from his and stood, smoothing her hands over her clothes. “I need to go home now...”

“Chelle...” Pierre protested weakly.

She couldn’t look at him. Turning to Pat, she bit her lip. “Could you drive me home?”

He shrugged smiling faintly. “Sure. I’ll just go grab my keys.” He shot a look at Perre who sat with his head down, a defeated slump to his shoulders. I’ll do some damage control, bud...try and explain everything...

Pierre nodded without looking up. Thanks, Pat...I owe you for that...

Pat just waved at him then gently took Lachelle’s arm. “Come on. I’ll take you home.” He led her out of Pierre’s room leaving Pierre alone with the smaller Were.

Johnny sighed deeply and shook his head at the vampire. “I need to get back to Toronto...you should think about what just happened and find some way to curb that appetite of yours.”

Pierre nodded again still staring hard at the floor, wishing the earth would just open up and swallow him whole. Johnny sighed and without another word, vanished from the room, leaving the Simple Plan singer alone to ponder his next move.

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