This gets a little descriptive with both making out and blood so....You've been warned.

(Seán's P.O.V.)

I frown, slowly following Felix into the club. I already feel incredibly out of place, but I promised him I'd come so I had too. Honestly, the only reason I even agreed to coming is because he said Mark would be here (though the fact that it was a masquerade night made it even better). And that seems petty, but I don't often get to see Mark and I would by lying if I said I didn't have a crush on the man.

The club is dark, with flashing lights lighting up masks left and right. Felix is immediately going to join his friends, leaving me to just stand awkwardly. I have no clue where Mark is in this mess, and I honestly don't even know if I wanna try and find him. Looking around I notice all the different colors and styles, making my dark green suit and bright green mask fit right in. 

Not knowing what else to do I slowly make my way towards the bar, sitting down at an empty stool. I don't order anything, despite the bartender asking, and just watch the many people dancing. That is, until about three guys crowd around me. 

"Hey, look at this cutie. Wonder what he's doing here." My eyes widen a bit and I chuckle, standing up slowly. 

"I, uh... I was invited by my friend. I'm sorry, I'll be going now." I say, starting to walk away when I feel a hand on my wrist. It's a girl, having fought her way through the three guys. Now four people are crowded around me looking at me like their next meal. 

"Aw, why? Come on, stay a little. We'll show you a good time." She giggles, leaning in way to close for my liking. I back away, getting my wrist out of her grip.

"No, seriously, I think I'm gonna go."

Another guy grabs me, making the total five. "But you'll ruin our fun. Come on, we're a good group of people. We'll make you a good guy too." I cringe at his words, knowing the path this is going down and not liking it. I try to get away, but as soon as I do I'm just grabbed by another one of the five. I start to panic a bit when I hear that lovely voice I love oh so much.

"Hey! Leave him alone!" I breath a sigh of relief when Mark pushes the group off of me, grabbing my wrist and directing me to go behind him. The girl puts her hands on her hips and licks her lips a bit before speaking.

"He's fresh meat Mark! Let us have our fun!" 

"No. Now scram. If you want fresh meat look somewhere else." The group scoffs and glares at my savior before turning and walking into the crowd. Only then does Mark look at me and I admire his outfit. A nice red long sleeve shirt, with a dark red vest over that. He wears a red devil's mask, and his red hair compliments it all. 

"Thank you so much Mark, I seriously had no clue what to do." I say, chuckling. This is when I notice he isn't smiling, but not frowning either. 

"Come on, I want you to stick with me. I know the owners, so we're gonna go to a back room okay?" He says, not really giving me an option as he grabs my hand and starts walking fairly quickly towards the corner of the large building. My face flushes at the contact but I nod. 

"O-Okay." Is all I stutter, watching as Mark leads me to a small room off to the side of club. When we get inside we can still hear the music, though it's muffled, and the lights are dark. There's no window to the main room so no one will know we're in here, and there are blinds over a window that I assume looks out to somewhere outside. 

"Why are you here?" He asks then, cutting straight to the chase. I frown, taking my hand from him and fiddling. 

"Felix invited me." I say, ducking my head towards the ground though I keep my eyes on him. He sighs, though it sounds more like a growl.

"That dumbass, why the fuck would he do that?" He asks it more to himself then to me, so I don't answer. This is mainly because I don't have an answer. 

"Mark what did they mean that I was "fresh meat"? That sounded a bit weird." I say, getting a feeling that something more sinister is going on around here. Mark snaps his head towards me, and it scares me a small bit, the glare in his eyes. It's almost as if he's hiding something.

"It's not important, all right? They were just saying that...That you haven't been here before, so a knew face and a new body to mess with." He says it with hesitation, and yet to quickly. It's almost a sure sign of lying but I decide not to question it. It's already obvious he won't tell me anything, sadly. I watch as he backs away from me slowly, though his eyes never leave me.

"Are you okay?" I ask, and he shakes his head slowly, swearing under his breath. 

"Felix is a fucking idiot." He mumbles, before walking over to the window and staring out the blinds. Then he sighs and glances over at me, and I swear his eyes are darker. "Come over here." He says it so quietly I almost miss that it wasn't a question. So I walk over and he opens the blinds. He backs away as I look out the window.

My earlier presumption was correct, as it looks into an alley behind the club. There are three people in the alley, not paying any attention to the window which makes me think it's one-way glass for some reason. One girl, two guys. The girl looks like she's freaking out, and the guys are trying desperately to pin her to the wall. Despite the horror of what I think might happen I don't look away. Instead I watch as one of the guys backs away, and the other sinks his teeth in the girls neck.

The girl flails around desperately, trying to get away, but it only takes a minute or so for her to fall limply. The man detaches himself from her neck, blood dripping down his chin. Then the two bend over the body and start licking at the blood on her neck. It's at this point that the blinds are shut again and I involuntarily jump, looking over at Mark who is staring at the wall with dark, black eyes. I back away slowly, which makes him look at me.

"Mark what the hell was that?" I whisper, staring at him with a mix of confusion and fear. He starts slowly walking towards me, and I stay rooted to my spot. 

"What do you think, Seán?" He asks in a deep, quiet voice. 

"I don't want to sound stupid, but I would say vampires." My voice cracks in the middle of the sentence, and Mark just chuckles. 

"This is a club for vampires, a place to get what we need and not mess with humans." He confirms my outlandish suspicions, and my eyes go wide at his words as I piece it together.

"So...You, and-and Felix?" He nods, looking at me with something that could only be described as want. Only thing is I don't know in which way. 

"Yes. Both of us. For years now." He sighs, putting his hand to his head and shaking his head slowly. "Why would that dumbass bring you here? He had to of known someone would go after you..." 

"He planned on it." Mark seems shocked at my answer, but I just shrug. "Think about it. Felix and I are basically best friends. He brought me here in hopes I'd get turned so we could be friends forever." 

He seems to realize that what I'm saying isn't all that out there for Felix. Although it seems selfish as hell, it's something Felix would definitely do. I squeal when Mark turns and punches the wall, fuming. 

"Except you wouldn't be turned you'd be fucking killed! That idiot couldn't realize that!" He yells, and I frown. 

"Killed?" Mark looks at me, dark eyes burning with both want and fury.

"Most vampires don't kill, it's against the rules. But in a club full of blood that smells disgusting, you're like a fucking wedding cake to a six year old obsessed with sweets." My eyes widen as I realize that Mark is also probably experiencing this feeling with me in the same room. And yet, I'm not scared of him. Not anymore. 

"Would you?" His eyes widen and he walks over, shaking his head. He puts his hands on my waist, sighing as he stares at me. 

"No." Is what he says at first, taking a small break as he licks his lips before continuing. "Seán, I love you. And I want you, in more than one way, but I would never force this life on you. And I would never, never, hurt you." Silence follows his declaration as I take in what he said. He loves me? Am I surprised? No, no I probably figured that out a while ago. Guess I have no other option than to go with the first thing in my head.

"I love you too." Is the first thing I say, which obviously catches him off guard. I put my arms around his waist, pulling him closer. "And because I love you, I want you to turn me." I say, and he immediately shakes his head.

"Seán you don't know how much of a struggle this is." I shrug, tilting my head slightly and leaning closer. He sighs, putting one hand on my head and smoothing down my hair. "Are you sure?" 

And with a nod he puts his lips to mine, something that I never would have imagined happening in my lifetime. And yet here we are, standing in the backroom at a club, kissing. He walks forward slowly, pushing me back until I hit a wall. And then he detaches himself from my lips and leans down, kissing my neck. He starts pushing down the sleeves of my jacket and shirt, exposing my shoulders and collarbone. His one hand stays on my waist, the other goes up to the back of my neck. 

And then he bites down on my neck. I gasp, tightening my grip around his waist as my eyes widen, the pain turning to pleasure in an instant. I involuntary let out a moan as I feel some of the blood leaving my body. Mark quickly backs away from the one puncture wound and looks at me, smiling, fangs visible and blood staining his teeth. 

"Let me make this good for you too, alright?" He asks and I nod, kissing his nose gently. 

"Do what you want." He chuckles and starts kissing my neck again before once again biting down above the other puncture. I gasp again, relaxing in his touch and he goes and bites my neck over and over in multiple places, letting the wounds bleed. Then he moves to my collarbone and shoulders, every bite inciting more pleasure and more blood to spill down my collar. 

After about fourteen bleeding bite marks he starts licking the blood, kissing the spots, sucking on the wounds, and I let out a strangled gasp and moan. I bite my lip in both pain and pleasure, closing my eyes and throwing my head back against the wall. Mark just tightens his hold on me, leaving a trail of sloppy kisses across my collarbone. 

He continues kissing and sucking and licking at the wounds, and I don't know why but it feels so good. It feels like stepping through a portal into a fantastic, perfect world. I don't feel the blood running down my shoulders, and I don't smell the irony aroma from how much blood I've lost. Once I open my eyes I look down at Mark and I see it, the marks, the blood, and it just turns me on more.

The crimson red blood dripping down my chest and neck, almost like a trail of tears with each puncture wound acting as a different pair of eyes. The color is that of Mark's mask, and the smell doesn't make me feel sick, instead feeling hungry. Hungry for what I don't know, but hungry. And that's when I realize that my canines are no longer normal teeth, but instead fangs that I'm biting into my lip.

Blood pools from the new puncture wound in my lip and into my mouth, tasting like iron as expected but it tastes good. I let out a strangled moan as I try to drink as much of it as I can, until Mark snaps his head up and takes my lip in his teeth, stopping me. I look at him with a pleading glare, but he shakes his head. I get the hint and nod slightly, watching as he lets go of my lip and smiles.

"It tasted so good." I whisper, and he chuckles, nodding slowly. 

"I know it did. Won't for to much longer, but I don't want you chewing your lip off." He says, kissing my neck one more time. "Did you like that?"

I nod, running my hands through his hair as he brings his head back up to look at me. "Yes. I absolutely loved it." 

He kisses me softly, just a romantic, soft, quick kiss. Then he backs away, fixing my sleeves before holding out a hand. I smile and take it quickly, smiling back at him as he leads the way towards the door. And as he opens it he whispers one thing.

"Welcome to my world, Angel."