Eternity with an Angel

James licked his fangs as he looked through the window at his new object of obsession. Shawn Michaels. He had heard the name on the streets, as well as picking it out of his mind. He had picked up the gorgeous scent on the streets. It lured the creature of the night in. James could see Shawn, but no one ever saw James. And that's the way he kept it.

He eyed Shawn up and down. From the gorgeous golden locks, to the sincere, yet naughty blue eyes. And down to his hairless, tan chest, the piercings adding to his sexual appeal. James just wanted to run his cold tongue down those abs... James's pale eyes traveled down to the legs. The lithe, muscled, supple legs is what caused that passion to burn in his stomach.

James cocked is head to the side as he saw the nervous look on Shawn's face. He was sitting on a tree, peeking into the window as the darkness hid him. He smirked to himself.

You should be nervous, love. He thought to himself.

James watched the show, hidden in the back of the club as to remain unseen. His eyes feel into a trance as he watched Shawn dance. He licked his lips as he watched the lights dance of the glitter on the smaller man's chest. He inhaled deeply, the aroma of the blood that raced through his veins filling James's nostrils. He would feed tonight. And then, he would fill a much more lustful hunger. One that's been stirring up in his stomach for years.

Once Shawn got up on that stage he came to life. No longer was he plagued by his fear. Everyone was watching him anyway so there was no point in dancing jittery. Besides Santana would have his head and if he were to tell her he thought he was being watched, she'd detail a bunch of unnecessary extra guards when he really didn't want all of that. He just needed some kind of peace. He needed to know if he was going insane or if there really was somebody out to get him.

Shawn went through his normal routine, slowly peeling off the chaps so that the boy shorts would rise. The next part of the song allowed him time on the pole, his athletic background allowing him to hang upside down and do splits. He dropped down slowly crawling across the stage eyes scanning the stage area for the guy holding up the most cash. With a smirk he made his rounds, pecking a few lips, kissing a few cheeks, allowing a few to tug on his nipple piercings and stealing a few wallets along with the cash that was slipped in his panties.

He took a final bow then disappeared behind the curtain to his dressing room. He'd earned enough money and nicked enough wallets to get out of the lap dance for the evening. Instead of fully dressing, he threw on a trench coat, grabbed his duffel bag and waited outside near the door for Chris. The night was dark and the air was cool. Once again he felt he was being watched but there was no one in site. He sighed wondering if it was high time he called a therapist.

James followed Shawn. He watched as the blond left the club. He was dressed pretty skimpy. James raised a brow to himself. You'd think he'd be more careful in this use-you, break-you kind of town. He flitted into an alley at a speed no human could comprehend. He leaned against the brick wall in the pitch dark alley way, watching a nervous Shawn from afar.

Oh sweetheart, soon you'll be relieved... we both will. James thought with a delighted smile to himself.

Right now would have been a great opportunity to snatch Shawn and James could have his way with him. But as he inhaled more of that delicious scent... James knew it would be a once in a forever little feast. The blood was unique. So he would wait for the absolute perfect opportunity to take Shawn. Even if it caused him great hunger. The hunger caused his throat to scratch and burn.

But after so many years, James knew control. He could wait. His lust could wait. The blood sang to him in a way no other human's had, at least from what James could remember. He knew it was going to be good. Possibly for both of them. And he had a feeling that perfect moment would happen tonight.

Chris finally came out of the club, jacket on and gun by his side.

"About time," Shawn yawned. "I was getting worried."

Chris offered a warm smile. "Sorry. A fight broke out in there so I had to help break it up before any more of Tana's good wine glasses were broken. She says they were donated to the club by the mysterious Russian mob boss that know one's ever seen before."

"Oh okay."

Chris put an arm around Shawn walking him down the dimly lit street towards home. The walk was silent and as Chris chanced glances at his blonde friend, he could tell Shawn was still shaken about something. "Hey."

"Hm?"

"You okay?" Chris asked. "You still seem nerved up about something. Do you want extra security outside your home?"

Shawn shook his head. "You've got a sniper on the roof and cars ride through here all the time." Shawn kissed his cheek. "I'll be fine. I'm going to get a quick shower and hit the sack."

Chris nodded, kissing him back. "Text me if you need me babe. I'll see you tomorrow night."

Shawn nodded watching as Chris walked off before hurrying inside. He hung his coat on the racked, kicked off his shoes and headed straight for his restroom. He flicked on the shower stripping out of the boy shorts tossing them aside as he stepped inside sighing as the hot water soaked his hair and body. After a long night at a sweaty club, nothing beat a hot shower and he was going to take his time so he could hopefully sleep dream free through the night.

A loud hoot made him jump and he spun around. His window, which was up pretty high, was unlocked and an owl was perched on the ledge. He let out a sigh of relief then decided he needed to speed things up. The shower wasn't helping with the nerves at all so he lathered up his body so he could quickly rinse off and get to bed, provided he could sleep at all.

James was perched on a branch outside the window of Shawn's home. His lustful eyes ran down the planes of the blond's body as he undressed. He licked his lips. He could hear the nerves by the quickening of the smaller man's pulse. If James's heart beat, it would be racing from the lust and want.

He watched Shawn step into the shower before he silently leaped from the branch to the window sill with amazing grace. He shooed the owl away and sat on the sill, his legs hanging inside the bathroom. He slipped in and walked over to the door, locking it as to delay Shawn if he chose to run. He was as silent as could be, putting the drop of a pin to shame.

He looked over Shawn's belongings. He picked up a brush, examining it. He closed his eyes and put his nose close to the bristles, inhaling deeply that potent scent. Shawn smelt amazing. He set it down and looked at all his colognes. He smirked slightly. His natural smell was strong enough. He didn't need artificial fumes.

He then opened the drawers. Face washes, glitter and other make ups. He couldn't help but chuckles silently to himself. Shawn was in the shower, not even knowing that a hungry vampire was waiting for him. It gave James a thrill. He closed the drawers and looked down, seeing Shawn's cloths.

He saw a pair of skimpy little boy shorts. He brought them to his nose and breathed in even deeper. His eyes rolled in the back of his head at the potency. It drove James absolutely mad. He could never get enough of the scent. He slipped the panties in his coat pocket. He leaned against the counter, his eyes turning darker. He was ready to feed. He was ready to fulfill the lust that's been burning for some time now.

As Shawn began rinsing off his body, he still couldn't shake the feeling he was being watched. He glanced up at the window once or twice more, but all he would see was the occasional owl or bird flying by. He moved to stand directly underneath the running water quickly finishing the rinse off and feeling even more anxious for some shut eye. He shut off the water and stepped out coming face to face with a man he'd never seen before in his life.

"Christ! What the hell?!" Shawn jumped back, losing his balance and almost slipping in the shower. He grabbed hold of one of the knobs to keep from falling, accidentally turning the water back on but that was hardly an issue at the moment. He straightened his body as much as the trembling would allow, back flat against the cool tile panting. The fear kept rising in his chest with every breath taken as the stranger eyed him with intense, dark eyes.

Shawn was going to die. He just knew it and despite cold water raining down on his nerved body, he hardly noticed the icy chill from the water. The only chill came from the the idea of this being his last night on earth and how there were so many things he was yet to explore about the Earth. This was not how he envisioned leaving this world and he would fight to stay in it until his last dying breath.

Shawn cut his eyes towards the bathroom door. There was only a few steps between him and his bedroom if he could just get to the door. He would run straight for his gun and with a few shots Nicki's men would be storming the apartment, guns blazing.

Shawn swallowed hard finally finding his voice again. "Who the hell are you?" He tried to sound brave but fear and tension was making it hard to breathe let alone sound brave.

((Ezzy I'm editing my post because lawd knows I was ten shades drunk when I typed the first response. I must have somehow missed the fact that James is a super creep and locked the damn door ><))

((Heh, sokay Neffie. <3))

James smiled a dazzling smile, revealing his long fangs. His pale eyes looked over Shawn's shivering, naked body. Wasn't the first time he'd seen the younger naked. James watched Shawn all the time. When he was dressing. When he was dancing. When he was with a client. And when Shawn was alone and left to pleasure himself in a private moment.

But seeing the gorgeous blond this close was even better. He knew there were guards outside Shawn's home. The thought almost made him laugh. He could catch a bullet between his teeth, and crush until it was nothing but dust.

"Hello, love." He greeted, looking eery and calm. He moved forward slowly, his footsteps silent.

"You are quite the beauty, aren't you?" He breathed. James reached forward and ran the back of his cold hand down Shawn's wet cheek. He then turned off the water, his pale tongue swiping over his lip.

"A beauty I've been wanting and watching..." James said. In the blink of an eye, he grabbed Shawn out of the shower and pressed him against the door, careful not to break anything or bruise him.

He ran a hand up Shawn's thigh. "You'll be mine soon, love..." He whispered, his eyes turning a bit darker as he pressed his nose to Shawn's neck, inhaling his scent deeply. He couldn't get enough.

When James smiled Shawn thought maybe he was hallucinating. After all for weeks he swore he was being watched (apparently he had been right) but there were times he swore he heard voices. High pitched screams from afar or waking up thinking that maybe someone had been talking to him in his sleep. Other nights he'd fallen asleep only to wake up to music playing; music from his stereo that he just knew he turned off before bed. It was all a blur so he couldn't be sure anymore. But those looked like fangs and he'd seen enough horror movies to know what they were for.

As James slowly approached him, he felt himself unable to move; unable to run for the door. Shawn watched as his eyes darkened and it scared him, making the hairs stand on his arm. "What--why--ahh!"

Shawn felt his body being slammed against the very door he wanted to escape out of. He gasped, not from pain but from the sudden action he didn't see coming. It was like James was moving in the blink of an eye and he was super strong. Shawn felt the cool hand running up his thigh and he whimpered, not wanting this at all. "Wh--who are you?" Shawn pushed against him, heart racing as he felt the warm breath on his neck. "Please...I don't wanna die!"

Jame chuckled cooly, running a cool hand down the small of Shawn's back, cupping his ass. He wouldn't kill Shawn. He was far too infatuated with the young man to simply kill him off. Oh no. He stroked Shawn's hair with the hand that wasn't holding his ass.

"Oh darling, I'm not gonna kill you. But I am going to take from you." James whispered and kissed along Shawn's neck, his fangs lightly brushing against the warm skin from time to time.

Shawn felt so warm against him. He warmed James to the core. It felt amazing, it made him addicted. The smell, the sound, the look, the feel, and he was anticipating the taste... It all pulled James in. He rubbed Shawn's back, his cold fingers brushing down the spine as his kissed along the racing pulse.

He opened the door, like always, at the speed of light had Shawn on his back on the bed before the could even blink. James nipped along Shawn's jawline as he started to spread those gorgeous legs, lightly massaging his thighs.

Shawn did not know what to think of this man...vampire...hybrid--whatever the hell he was. All he knew was that everything about him was off. He seemed, if at all possible, possessed. Drugged. High. Or something. Shawn couldn't quite place it. His body felt cold next to his and coupled with his silky voice and light caressing of his back and ass, he shuddered against his own will.

The man promised not to kill him. That was a relief he never got a chance to process. In the blink of an eye he was transported to his bedroom alright but now he was on his back underneath what he assumed to be a very sick and dangerous man. Shawn wanted to close his legs. He didn't want to give some serial rapist the satisfaction of having his body, which wasn't all that great compared to other dancers, but that wasn't the point.

"Who--who are you?" Shawn managed as his legs were being spread. Cool hands gently massaged his thigh and with the added soft kisses along his thumping pulse and jawline, Shawn felt his member tingle and that's not what he wanted right now. This guy was taking him without permission and he needed to focus long enough to get the knife out of the drawer of his night stand. He would end this before it began. "You can't just--just--and what are you? What have I done to deserve this?" he asked, slightly panicking as he felt around his nightstand.

The drawer slowly opened and with difficulty he managed to get his hand around the knife. But his body was reacting too quickly and the sharp teeth on his neck made him whimper and wonder if James really was inhuman. Impossible he knew and yet this was New York. Anything was possible. "If I killed someone you know or a loved one then you must know, it's my job. It's nothing personal now please...let me go." He clutched the knife tighter. If this man gave him the wrong answers and decided not to let him go, this knife was going in his back.

James raised a brow. He was thousands f years old. He's done this thousands upon thousands of times. He's seen every war, he's seen the evolution of mankind. A knife? Seriously?

"Oh darling... you'll learn." James breathed and reached behind his back, grabbing the knife swiftly from Shawn's hand.

He held the knife and leaned forward, putting the blade between his teeth. He ripped the glad right from the hand effortlessly. He bent the metal into a ball, threw it in the trash along with the handle.

When that was done he sat up, and slipped off his shirt, revealing his pale but toned torso. He slipped off his cloths quickly and was soon back on Shawn, spreading his legs. He kissed his neck gently, his hand trailing down his thigh. He stroked Shawn's shaft for a bit before his fingers wandered lower, two of them pushing into Shawn's entrance, stretching him.

"Let yourself enjoy it..." James purred quietly, kiss his chest and neck with his cool lips. He loved how warm Shawn was, how human he made James feel.

When James snatched the knife out of his hand, Shawn felt any hope he had left leave him. He watched as the man completely decimated the blade, crushing it and tossing it away with his teeth as if it were nothing. Shawn went pale, convinced that this man couldn't possibly be human. "I--I don't..."

His voice trailed off as the man sat back on his knees peeling off his shirt. Shawn tried to will his body to make a run for it, but there was that common sense ticker in the back of his mind that somehow just knew he wouldn't make to the door or if he did, he would be dragged back to the bed.

The man was without a doubt gorgeous and once he stripped completely naked Shawn took note of the pale skin and sexy lean torso, but that didn't change anything. He was being forced into something he didn't want. Not really, and it was wrong. It was against the law, even if he was in the mafia.

In the blink of an eye, his legs were being spread again as the man who's body felt almost icy cold, molded against him. "Please...please don't..." he pleaded, but he was ignored as chilled kisses that made him shiver were rained all over his neck. He squirmed underneath him, pressing up against him in an attempt to wriggle him off. "Don't--I don't even know--Ahh!"

He clinched his eyes shut as two fingers were suddenly pushed inside of him. Another hand was now working his shaft until it stood erect with the need for release. He hated his body. He hated himself and most of all he hated that he couldn't do a damn thing about it. The constant probing and scissoring was starting to feel good, but he didn't want to give this guy the satisfaction of hearing him moan with pleasure.

"I--I don't wanna enjoy it," he breathed, almost unable to get out the words. His body was completely turned on, but he refused to just give in. "L-let me go. You can't do this!"

James smirked a bit when he felt Shawn's body shudder in pleasure under him. He would enjoy it. And if he didn't... well that was really unfortunate. The burn in the back of his throat was tingling more than ever, telling him his body was hungry. He hadn't fed in a few days, holding off for this. For Shawn.

He finished stretching Shawn and leaned on his arms over him, caging Shawn with his body. James' pale eyes looked over the blond, taking in the perfect body all over again. He would never get tired of looking at it. It made his body sing, just like the scarlet liquid that raced through his vein in fear and anticipation.

James rand his hands down Shawn's thighs and pressed the tip of his shaft against the blond's small, tight entrance. He leaned down, nipping lightly at Shawn's neck as he slowly pushed in. He groaned lowly, feeling himself be surrounded by that warm heat. It took all he had not to just pound into Shawn. His goal wasn't to hurt the smaller man. Just... take from him.

As he let Shawn adjust, he licked over the racing pulse. His eyes rolled in the back of his head as he slowly bit into the racing veins. The warm liquid flooded into his mouth, making him moan as he began to swallow. It was better than he had ever fantasized about. He wanted more and more of the intoxicating taste.

When Shawn saw the smirk, he knew he wasn't getting out of this. In fact his assaulter hardly said anything, not even his name, as Shawn fought to keep from enjoying any of this. He was a complete stranger; a criminal even considering he broke into his apartment yet here he was on top of him, making his body react in ways Shawn wished it wouldn't.

"Ahhh," he finally groaned as the probing fingers got more demanding. His sweet spot had been discovered and it was all he could do not to quiver in pleasure. Shawn felt James shift and he looked up in time to see the vampire's strong frame hover over him, studying him with those dark, intrusive eyes that made him nervous.

Shawn turned his head to look away, not wanting to look at him anymore. The man was gorgeous and he hated himself for thinking this of a criminal. He gripped the sheets tightly, choking out a cry as he felt the man enter him slowly. He was big and it took him a moment to adjust and when he did he just glared at James. "You," he panted, "you son-of-ahhhh God!"

He reached up, gripping James' sides as the fangs sank deep into his neck. James bit him. The man bit him and was actually drinking his blood. It was insane. Maybe he was dreaming. Maybe it was all in his head but it sure as hell didn't feel like it at the moment.

"Please," he groaned, feeling dizzy. His head was spinning between the pain and pleasure he felt. Shawn pushed at James chest, not liking the uncomfortable feeling of the blood sucking but he grew tired and as James moved in and out of him slowly, his body began to relax on it's own giving in to the pleasure.

The sounds Shawn made were music to his ears. The moans, the groans, it all turned James on more than ever. He thrusted deeply, yet slowly. Shawn was so tight and warm around him, it was almost ridiculous. He had to resist the urge to just start slamming into the blond, and drain him dry.

But he didn't want to kill Shawn. No, he had control. He was starting to feel full anyways. The blood soothed his throat, and gave him peace of mind once again. He closed his eyes, feeling the liquid run down his that, smothering the burn. He listened, hearing the pulse start to grow tired, slowing down. He unhooked his fangs, blood dripping down his lips. James licked it off, feeling very satisfied.

"Sssh..." He breathed in Shawn's ear. James's hand trailed down the blond's stomach, and wrapped itself around the smaller man's shaft. He moved his hand, slowly stroking Shawn in sync with his thrusts.

"Enjoy it, sweetheart... stop fighting." James whispered, a cool, slight smile gracing his lips.

He angle this hips, aiming for Shawn's sweet-spot every time. James could read the man without even probing his mind. Every muscle movement, moan, whimper and panted breath... He knew SHawn was fighting not to enjoy it. But he knew Shawn would give in, especially after having fed a vampire. He knew how to make it pleasurable for him. James could see Shawn was slipping, and would fall right into James's little trap.

Shawn's body felt considerably weaker as it completely gave up the fight. Muscles began to relax as the cool hand wrapped itself around his stiff member, he began to feel even more pleasure. Every thrust and pump made him cry out for this stranger. He hated it, but the pleasure was too much to deny anymore.

The voice whispering in his ear made him tremble even more. Criminal or not, he couldn't deny that voice which seemed to have a power over him, lulling him into a high where he felt only pleasure and was unable to think about everything that was wrong with this picture. He arched up into the hand, feeling his muscles tighten and his insides twist. He was going to come soon.

He looked up at the man with heavy eyes. He felt so tired like he would pass out soon enough, but he needed to make sure he wasn't crazy. The room was becoming a blur between the sounds of his own moans and James' groans of pleasure. Shawn reached up with a shaky hand caressing James' cheek with the back of his hand feeling that he wasn't just imagining everything. He could see the fangs when James smiled and it freaked him out once more. "Oh--oh my God you're a--ahh I'm gonna come!"

Shawn clung to James, face buried in his chest as he began to spill all over him, his body shivering with pleasure. He felt blood rush to his head and he just let his body feel free for the first time in a long time.

James thrusted deeper, feeling his climax on the edge. He closed his eyes, groaning as he felt Shawn spill all over him. He looked down at him, taking in his features that were contorted in immense pleasure. James loved it, all of it. The sounds, the looks, how Shawn tightened around him when he released.

James wasn't too far behind. Hs thrusted got sloppy and before he knew it, he came long and hard, feeling the intense feelings twist inside him as he released inside of Shawn. He panted a bit before quickly recovering. He hovered over Shawn, looking over him. He smiled a cool, chilling smile.

"Yes, I am love. Vampire..." He breathed a he pulled out of Shawn.

He sat next to him and licks this teeth and lips of any blood leftover from his feeding. James could almost feel the glow radiating off of Shawn. He knew he'd pleasure the man, probably better than any other man could. And James was happy he could do it. He didn't know if he'd be back for Shawn. But he knew he would keep an eye on the blond. Make sure he was safe.

Shawn groaned, holding tight to James as he felt the man release inside of him. Both men were catching their breaths after such intense orgasms. Shawn laid back looking up at James who was now smiling down at him. So he really was a vampire, or at least he claimed to be. His body felt different, much cooler than any he'd ever felt and Shawn didn't recall feeling his heart beating next to his chest. But he was too tired to ponder those things right now.

Shawn felt completely full and satisfied, skin glowing from their session but he was still royally pissed. How dare this inhuman just break into his apartment and take him like this! "I hope you know...this changes nothing," he said quietly. "I don't know you. You're--you're pretending to be a vampire by actually drinking people's blood and you--you took me without permission! I'm so..mad right now..."

Shawn could barely keep his eyes open. The fatigue and drainage of blood was starting to kick in full force and he still wasn't quite sure he bought into this whole vampire thing. "You...I better not...I'm calling Chris when I...wake up...they'll kill you if you're..." Shawn let his eyes close, breathing slowing. "Why...?" but that was all he managed to get out before his body completely shut down pulling him into a deep sleep.

James had to bite his tongue to keep from laughing as Shawn stuttered and ranted. Pretending, huh? Yes. Because normal humans do that. Of course... James was never normal even as a human. He was... strange. But James didn't really meet too many people, if any, that could grow fangs and drink someone's blood without getting sick.

He shrugged. Shawn would believe it eventually. Because, well... James couldn't bring himself to leave the blond man just yet. Something about him pulled James in, and tamed him down. It wasn't much of a secret in the night world that James was quite... shady. A bit wild, and delightfully insane.

But even with that kind of disposition, he laid down next to Shawn, and snaked an arm around his waist. His undead heart was calm, and his mind at peace. He closed his eyes and was lulled to the sleep by the symphony of Shawn's heart beat.

Shawn slept for a really long time. In fact, he was glad he worked nights and didn't have any important meetings lined up for the morning because it was peaking noon when his eyes finally fluttered open. The digital clock on his nightstand read 11:48 and as he pushed himself to sit up, his body felt like it weighed a ton forcing him back down. His head felt light and his body was sore, particularly the neck area. He closed his eyes thinking back to last night. Work was long and uneventful but once he made it home...

Shawn frowned. He was starting to remember bits from last night though everything seemed more like a freaky ass fantasy from the back of his subconscious mind rather than reality. A drop dead gorgeous, yet very creepy vampire forced him into submission while drinking his blood in the throws of passion.

"Yeah right," he mumbled. He rolled over on his side and damn near jumped so far back that he almost fell off the bed. "What the--?" Shawn clutched his chest, staring wide eyed at the naked man sleeping soundly on the other side of the bad. Was it really more than just a bad dream? With a shaky hand, Shawn reached up touching the side of his neck and he felt all the color leave him as his fingers brushed over the tiny holes. "Oh...God..."

He was scared and he needed something--somebody--anybody. He reached for his phone quickly sending Chris a text message. With any luck Chris would be there soon but in the meantime he was getting hell out of there before whoever this was could wake up.

Shawn eased off of the bed. He took about three steps before he fell face forward onto the floor with a loud thud. His legs gave way because he was still weak, no doubt due to the loss of blood. Either that or he was too shaken up to get his body to function right. "Come on," he groaned, willing his body to move.

James slept peacefully until the morning. He didn't have dreams per se, but it was more along of the lines of thinking while he slept. He thought of his past. A very rough past. He'd been alone for a while. it's why he tried not to get so attached to humans. They died. And James didn't wanna change one. Being a vampire wasn't all it's crack dup to be.

He shifted in his sleep as he felt a weight rise off the bed. James was usually a heavy sleeper, plus the fact he usually slept in a coffin rather than a bed. They were more comfortable to him.

James's eyes opened when he heard a thud on the floor. He sat up and looked down t Shawn on the floor, smirking slightly. "Well, good morning love." He said cooly.

"I hope you didn't ah, tell anyone about our little endeavor last night. I'd hate to have to tear off the heads of your friends." He said as leaned against the headboard, perfectly content with his position in Shawn's bed. He searched through Shawn's thoughts a bit. He frowned.

"Who's Chris?" James asked, drawling out the words in his gruff English accent. Which was odd, considering England didn't exist when he was born.

Shawn was naked...in the floor and could hardly walk. This was troublesome but what was even more annoying was that his visiting vampire found this all amusing when clearly it was not funny at all.

"Chris is my bodyguard you creep! And you don't tell me what to do!" Shawn pushed himself on all fours crawling over to the floor where he was sure he had panties. They were not there anymore so even more annoyed than before, he crawled all the way back towards the bed, opening the bottom drawer and pulling out a pair of black undies slipping them on rather awkwardly from the floor.

"You know, lie there all you want but Chris isn't afraid of you. If you hurt him I swear to God I'll hunt you down and kill you myself. You have no right to be here you creep! You broke into my house, bit me like some--come beast and now you think it's okay for you to make threats while lying in MY bed as if everything is okay?"

Shawn used the bed pulling himself to his feet scowling. "Get out! And don't you come back or else!"

James bit his lip as Shawn ranted, resisting the urge to laugh. He'd heard threats before. And considering he was immortal, he just brushed them off. But Shawn's kitten fury pushed him over the edge.

"K...Kill me?" James started laughing. "Oh, good luck with that, love. I wouldn't kill you or your lithe friend unless it was absolutely necessary." He said, standing up and stretching his body.

"You enjoyed it last night, so I'm not quite sure what your freaking out about. And ah, try to keep my vampiric nature on the DL, yes? I'd hate to have to visit you again under worse circumstances." He said as he got dressed, taking his time.

"So Chris, huh? Is he your lover?" James asked casually, picking up his fedora and brushing it off, going to the mirror and adjusting it. "Or just a bodyguard?"

He looked over at Shawn, chuckling some more. And just for scares, he growled anomalistically, shaking the house, the windows shaking and the floor quivering with the force. When he stopped, he smirked. Maybe he's stick around and meet this Chris. He had nothing else to do. Shawn was amusing James beyond belief.

Shawn's eyes went wide as the floor and walls began to quake. He fell over on the bed, scared stiff until the trembling stopped. As he lie there on his back catching his breath, he scowled at James question. "Oh yes," he answered. "Chris is my big scary lover with a gun so don't you dare touch him," he lied. "And I barely remember last night so I wouldn't know if I liked it or not. Either way it doesn't give you the right to stick around like you didn't commit a crime by BREAKING INTO MY HOUSE!" he huffed.

There was a knock on the door and Shawn sat up on the bed. He wanted to make a beeline for the door but his body would not move."CHRIS! Come in! Just kick the damn door down if you have to. I'm being stalked and he won't leave!"

Shawn glared at James though it looked more like a sulk than anything. "Vampire. Like he'd really believe-- I don't care what you are. Just go."

Chris wriggled the handle of the door and when it wouldn't budge, he fired two shots breaking the lock before pushing the door open. He looked between Shawn and James, scowling. "What the hell's going on here?" he asked, weapon slightly lowered.