"I'm pretty good at molesting little boys," Amy laughed, lunging at Josh, thrusting her tongue in his mouth.
Kissing her as chastely as he could with her tongue fishing for his tonsils, Josh pulled away. Surveying the room, he hit on people's thoughts bouncing from one mortal mind to another.
Perfect, he thought hungrily, latching onto a mortal girl's thoughts.
A lone girl abandoned by her boyfriend sat on a bar stool. Suicidal fantasies of first killing her boyfriend then shooting herself were reeling fast forward through her mind.
Leaving the bar, Josh implanted the thought in her mind, I'll meet you outside.
Stumbling like an automation, the drunken girl went for the door, thinking the voice was from a good angel.
"Hey guys," Josh said after quickly chugging his beer and blood, "I have to step outside for a minute, I'm not feeling good. I'll be right back."
"Want me to come with you?" Amy said, starting to get up.
"I just need some fresh air. Stay here and order me another Coors," Josh said, implanting in the camera man's mind the command to stay. Josh barely had to make the command the camera man was busy filming Joey and Marica sloppily making out. Joanie was drinking her margarita on the verge of tears.
Twisting his way through the crowd, Josh finally made it outside.
His drunken new friend was weeping leaning against the wall of the brick building.
"Come here," he said, grabbing her arm, using his mind to unlock a car door which had pitch black tinted windows
"He doesn't care about me. I caught him cheating again. Why does he do this to me?" she whined.
Toying with her cashmere gray sweater, Josh sensed her prettiness more then he saw it. He sensed her human frail lips, the glitter of her tear heavy eyes. Her hysterical humanity so crushed in its disappointment. She smelled overwhelmingly like she had douched with rose perfume.
"Do you still love him?" Josh said solemnly.
"More than life itself," she sobbed.
Then you're too much of a dumb shit to be walking on the planet, Josh consoled himself
Breaking into the tender smoothness of her young neck, Josh drew her blood into his possessive mouth. The hold he had on her was firm, but not painful. He didn't want to frighten her into going into a panic. He didn't want to leave bruises.
Crooning she whimpered underneath him, feeling colder. But for the weight of his body on hers she could have well believed she was becoming nothing.
Withdrawing from her bleeding throat Josh bit into his lip, healing the jagged puncture wound he made on her with a lingering kiss to her wounded flesh. He then drilled his thoughts into her mind, convincing her the last person she had been with was her boyfriend.
Trembling Josh went quickly out of the car, too fast for any mortal to see. Nice, he thought dizzily. She was much nicer than the bum I took out in the airport. She'll live to see another day. It's for the best just taking a little drink from her. But still, I wish I could have killed her, Josh thought wishfully, feeling cheated and tormented..
Going back inside, joining his group, Josh laughed mechanically at their jokes. Nothing going on here has anything to do with my life or my future, He thought miserably to himself, I know dads thinks this will make me a better and more well rounded hunter. He thinks the more human I appear, the more safe I will be from discovery. But how does he expect me to cope with this eerie feeling I get whenever I'm around mortals? Put on the show. Be popular Joshie boy who everyone likes but nobody knows, Josh thought bitterly to himself.
Downing another glass of Coors and blood, Josh worked himself into be inebriation Feeling he needed to be smashed just to get through another night of masquerade, regretting his decision to have anything to do with yet another charade.
"These are my kids," he slurred, passing around Ace's and Tabby's pictures, "They deserve better."
"I can't believe you married their mother," Paul said, "Man, child support would have been enough. Did you love her?'
"Yes," Josh said, blearily eyed, missing his erratic, excitable sister, wishing she was in the bar with her lover Jesus.
Come on Amy let's dance," he said, taking her hand, pulling her to the dance floor.
Make it look great Joshie boy, Josh thought as she undiluted against him. Dirty dancing with her, licking her throat, he grabbed a hold of her waist, liking how narrow and small it was. Bumping his crotch against her ass doggie style, his fingers dug into her ribs, he held on to her tight. Her little skirt hiked up over the zipper of his jeans. Amy's silk panties pressed into his denim. Her animal heat radiated into his satanic heat.
Eminem's music wailed out to the dancers:
Look, if you had one shot, one opportunity To seize everything you ever wanted
One moment Would you capture it or just let it slip?
His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy There's vomit on his sweater already, mom's spaghetti He's nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready To drop bombs, but he keeps on forgettin What he wrote down, the whole crowd goes so loud He opens his mouth, but the words won't come out He's chokin, how everybody's jokin now The clocks run out, times up over, bloah! Snap back to reality, Oh there goes gravity Oh, there goes Rabbit, he choked Hes so mad, but he wont give up that Is he? No He wont have it , he knows his whole back citys ropes It dont matter, hes dope He knows that, but hes broke Hes so stacked that he knows When he goes back to his mobile home, thats when its Back to the lab again yo This whole rap shit He better go capture this moment and hope it dont pass him
You better lose yourself in the music, the moment You own it, you better never let it go You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow This opportunity comes once in a lifetime yo
The souls escaping, through this hole that its gaping This world is mine for the taking Make me king, as we move toward a, new world order A normal life is borin, but superstardoms close to post mortar It only grows harder, only grows hotter He blows us all over these hoes is all on him Coast to coast shows, hes know as the globetrotter Lonely roads, God only knows Hes grown farther from home, hes no father He goes home and barely knows his own daughter But hold your nose cuz here goes the cold water
His bosses dont want him no mo, hes cold product
They moved on to the next schmoe who flows He nose dove and sold nada So the soap opera is told and unfolds I suppose its old potna, but the beat goes on Da da dum da dum da da
HOOK
No more games, Ima change what you call rage Tear this mothafuckin roof off like 2 dogs caged I was playin in the beginnin, the mood all changed I been chewed up and spit out and booed off stage But I kept rhymin and stepwritin the next cypher Best believe somebodys payin the pied piper All the pain inside amplified by the fact That I cant get by with my 9 to 5 And I cant provide the right type of life for my family Cuz man, these goddam food stamps dont buy diapers And its no movie, theres no Mekhi Phifer, this is my life And these times are so hard and it's getting even harder Tryin to feed and water my seed, plus See dishonor caught up bein a father and a prima donna Baby mama drama screamin on and Too much for me to wanna Stay in one spot, another jam or not Has gotten me to the point, I'm like a snail I've got to formulate a plot fore I end up in jail or shot Success is my only mothafuckin option, failures not Mom, I love you, but this trail has got to go I cannot grow old in Salems lot So here I go is my shot. Feet fail me not cuz maybe the only opportunity that I got
"Growing old Salem's lot," Josh laughed unpleasantly.
"Don't miss your chance to blow," Thomas whispered, pulling Josh away from Amy. Using Josh's hips bones like handles.
Feeling like a player being played with, Josh savagely bumped and grinded against the mortal boy, careful not to send him flying thought the wall, letting his lips glaze Thomas laughing face, thinking, If only you knew.
Relishing the bones of Thomas. So nice, so easy to caress, covered with perishable skin so nice to bite into.
He placed a kiss on Thomas' ear lobe which turned into a poke and a slow lick from his long, salty tongue. Thomas' sweat. the smell of his hair, his taste was a trip. Josh almost felt like growling. His is groin flexing tightly against Thomas' groin. Making fucking movements which people fashionably claimed to be a form of dance.
Staggering away from Thomas before he licked Thomas' ear again. Josh left Thomas to dance with Amy. Josh fell into his chair.
"I want you to watch something Joey," Josh whispered. Sliding his mouth on the long neck bottle of beer, Josh slid his mouth all the way down the neck. then he sucked up and down the slippery glass, licking the bottle's rim, inserting his tongue as far as it would go.
Removing his moist with saliva mouth from off the bottle, he said nastily "Notice no gag reflex?"
"Interesting," Joey said, his eyes so human, so startlingly mortal and alive, "You now what Josh if you were a girl, you'd be ugly. But you're not a girl are you?"
"So I'm ugly," Josh laughed bitterly, "Tell me something I don't know I know I'm ugly."
"You're outstandingly pretty," Joey's warm tantalizing mouth whispered in Josh' ear.
"No, I'm ugly," Josh insisted, "I'm not beautiful. Not like them Not like my dads, Louis, not like Daniel, Lestat or Michael. I'm ugly compared to them. Leave me the fuck alone Joey. I don't want you to know much about me."
"You're being honest with me. You do want me to know you. Which ass hole in your life made someone like you think he's not pretty?" Joe whispered.
"I don't go for your type Joey," Josh laughed shakily glad Joey couldn't see the pitchfork holding demons in his thirsty eyes, "I was must bullshitting you, lad."
"No, you weren't, I don't go for your your type either. In fact, I 'm going to enjoy all night long hammering away at Marcia. Funny thing through Josh for a moment I thought there was shall we say something special between us?"
Drunkenly, slapping hands with Joey's as a means of a peace offering, Josh left with the cast and crew to the house.
Once inside Josh went straight to his bedroom, deciding to take the bottom bunk bed beings Joey already informed him he would be sleeping with Marcia.
"Josh," Amy cried, running into the bedroom slamming the door shut, "You'll never guess what Joey and Marica are doing!"
"I can guess," Josh moaned.
"I didn't want to be in the same room with them," she squealed, prancing around in her baby doll pajamas.
Jumping into bed with Josh, she snuggled against him. Before Josh could yell at her to get her butt right up to the top bunk now. Thomas came into the room saying," Joey and Marcia are being pretty disgusting. Joanie's on the phone crying to her mother. She's all upset. She thought after playing with Joey in the shower Joey had a crush on her. Poor girl. Can I bunk with you two?"
"Please come in and join us!!" Josh said, throwing open the blanket
"You're not suggesting a threesome are you? Boy, you are kind of into having sex in a group aren't you!" Thomas teased, approaching the bed in his flannel pajamas. "I'll try anything."
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