FIC: Politics

[paulacas]

Title: Politics - Should be read after Craving Like Fire
Author: Paula H
Fandom: RPS
Pairing: vampire!Steve/Chris
Rating: FRT
Summary: Prompt – anger
Disclaimer: I don't own them. They belong only to themselves. This is a figment of my imagination and a work of fiction. I'm not making any money.  Any goofs are my own. 

 

It was all Steve could do to control the vampire inside. The beast constantly snarled in the back of his mind. It had been six weeks since he’d seen Christian. 

The annual meeting of the Council had drug on forever. Vampire politics had become as convoluted as humans’. The most pressing issues had been handled in the first four weeks, and he had tried to slip away, but as The Second to the head of the Council he’d been forced to stay. 

Finally his beast slipped the leash. He’d exploded his displeasure at the petty disputes of the immortals and returned to LA. 

What he found in LA had Steve letting the vampire have free rein. Christian was gone. His friends refused to talk. Even when he slipped into their minds, there was no information. Chris had not told anyone where he was going. 

Feeding on strangers only fed his anger. The vampire craved the bond he’d developed with the young man, the scent of sage and sweet grass that clung to his skin, the taste of the blood that fed the body and soul of the man and vampire. 

Finally there was a whisper in his mind. A feeling that had been missing for almost five months. Blending with shadows, Steve watched the stage. Eyes took on an inhuman glow at his lover’s appearance. Hair longer, body thinner, expression hard, eyes flat as a winter sky. He had become a character in his own life. 

Anger at the Council flared again. They caused this transformation, caused the pent up pain and anger he sensed. 

The performance ended. Christian gave no indication he knew the vampire was there. He had shut himself off from the bond he shared with Steve. He had shut himself off to the point where he paid no attention to lustful gazes of the men and women in the room. 

Steve came up behind his love as he stood at the bar nursing a beer. 

“I’ve been hunting you, lover.” He let fangs graze the shell of the ear. 

“You kin jist keep on huntin’. Ain’t no lovers here.” Chris growled as he fled the room before his hard won control cracked. 

Steve reined in his vampire that wanted to run its prey to the ground. Force was not going to undo the damage that’d been done. 

He let go his anger and started planning for how he was going to woo his mate back into his arms.