Changing Fortunes

Part 8

Cam woke up naked and disoriented on the van floor with the feeling that he'd been run over by a steamroller. He couldn't remember a fucking thing, did he get that blitzed?

Hmmm. His head wasn't pounding, he couldn't have been that drunk. What the fuck had he been doing? Obviously, based upon the fact that he didn't have a stitch of clothing on, he'd been doing someone and if it'd been Balint he wouldn't have had a reason to get drunk. So it had to be some lollipop he'd been having sex with.

As Cam got dressed, memories flickered into his mind and trickled as slowly as molasses. Sluggish enough for Cam to seize onto them and begin to remember.

Cam's neck was sore; his fingers absently rubbed it as he jogged his memory.

Images of Weasel's body writhing on top of him… on TOP of him?

So he finally had Weasel, or, as the images flashing through his brain suggested, Weasel had Cam. Too bad that Cam couldn't remember a second of it.

This was too weird for words. Cam could remember parts of what happened up until then. Weasel practically stalking Cam outside the van, looking good enough to eat. Just after Balint had walked out on Cam.

Balint!

That's right, Cam had to go play big jealous boyfriend or he'd never get any from Balint for a long time. He might not get Balint back, period. Not that Cam had to pretend to be jealous, he was definitely that. He'd always been that way when it came to Balint, although considering that they were more like friends who fucked other than anything else, it shouldn't have been that way.

It shouldn’t have been that way at all, but it was.

Cam had always had his prickles of possessiveness, but they never lasted long, probably because none of the boys Balint had meant any more to him than the ones Cam fucked. None of them had been a threat in any sense of the word.

Not until now. That was why Cam had gone ballistic on Balint. Because Cam had realized that for the first time, he had a serious rival for Balint's affections.

Not that Angelo was serious about Balint. No chance of that with Weasel as his lover. But the dark-eyed boy was obviously serious about making Balint his newest acquisition.

Cam would've thought that Balint wouldn't go for that; he was way too free spirited to be someone's new toy. Unless Cam had finally pissed him off enough by going after Weasel in the first place.

But why? It wasn't like it was the first time Cam had gone after a boy he had the hots for. Why was this time different than all the others? Or had Balint finally reached his limit and Angelo happened to be there at the right time?

All the good timing in the world wouldn't stop Cam from reclaiming Balint. This time nothing would distract him from his objective.

Nothing.

Cam checked over his gun, making sure that Weasel hadn't tampered with it or emptied the chamber of bullets. Everything was in working order and the gun had all its bullets. Cam had figured Weasel would've taken advantage of the fact that Cam had been out of it but he hadn't. Cam was actually disappointed that Weasel didn't seize an opportunity like that. Cam would have in a second. Weasel was just Angelo's sexy siren, sent to keep Cam occupied in the one way Cam couldn't resist.

Fuck. Balint had been right and that was the real reason he'd gone to straight to Angelo's bed. Cam had blown this whole job all to hell for a piece of ass he could barely even remember having.

Cam rubbed at his neck, shit it was sore, Weasel must've left him a hickey. Fucking great. It was one thing for Balint to know Cam was doing Weasel. It was another thing for Cam to flaunt it.

Which was exactly why the bitch had left it on Cam's neck.

Shaking the feeling of déjà vu battering at his brain, Cam grabbed his gun, shoved it into his waistband and got the hell out of the van.

As he walked to the Nocturne, Cam had the aggravating feeling he was being tailed. It wasn't that he heard footsteps or even the crunching of leaves behind him. He could sense no strong emotions or even any, now that he thought of it. Still, he felt someone's presence somehow. A familiar one.

If Cam had to explain how he knew it was Weasel, he couldn't. But he knew it was. He could feel it in his gut.

Cam was tired of this game and tired of being fucked with. "Come on," he roared. "Cut the crap and face me!"

"If you insist." Suddenly Weasel was standing in front of him. "Is that better?"

How'd he…

Cam was positive Weasel was behind him, how'd he get in front of Cam without Cam seeing?

"Get out of my way," Cam warned.

"Or you'll do what?"

Cam whipped out his gun and aimed it squarely at Weasel. "I'll blow your fucking head off."

"Is that the only song you can sing?" Weasel mocked.

Hell, his neck was throbbing even worse than before. The urge to drop the gun and rub the sore spot so overwhelming that he bit his lip, just to give himself something else to think about. Anything to take his mind off of it. "Apparently seducing me is the only song you can sing. Well it isn't gonna work this time, asshole."

Angry hornets were stinging his flesh, so badly that he wanted to slap at them, he couldn't stand it anymore. Cam switched his hold on the gun, holding it with one hand while he rubbed at his neck, feeling for what was causing this much agony. He traced with his finger. One, two. Two little bumps that could have been mosquito bites. Or punctures.

Like a dam bursting, Cam's head was instantly flooded with memories. The screaming pain running through his veins. The weakness that quickly overcame his body. Weasel's mouth sucking at his throat.

Just after he bit Cam.

"What the fuck are you?" Cam screamed, getting ready to pull the trigger.

"Something your gun is useless against," Weasel replied calmly. "I'd think enough of your memory is back for you to put two and two together, Cameron."

Cam was putting two and two together but was coming up with an answer that was ridiculous. "What are you," he sneered, "some kind of vampire or something?"

As an answer, Weasel grinned at him. Just long enough for Cam to wonder if his eyes were playing tricks on him. "Close enough."

Close enough. Cam realized the clues had been there all along. Everything from the first time Weasel's lips had slipped to his neck, only to stop himself, to the warning he'd given Cam about killing anyone he bedded before he vanished. And Cam found the body of the Pet with his throat torn out.

Oh fuck. "You killed that Pet I found," Cam accused.

Weasel rolled his eyes. "You murder people all the time, Mr. Assassin. You have no need to do it and you have the nerve to judge me?"

"Need? What possible need could you have had to butcher that boy?"

"The need to eat," Weasel retorted. "Is that okay?"

"No, it's not okay!" Then Cam thought a moment. "Was that all you were doing when we were fucking?"

"Was what, all I was doing?"

"Was that all you wanted? To 'eat?'"

Weasel laughed. "That's what it all boils down to, doesn’t it, studmuffin? Most people would be scared, or even horrified, but not you. You only care about the possibility that I didn't want you for your body. Just your blood. Well fear not. I wanted both. And I got them."

"Then why didn't you just take it the first time?" Cam demanded; his ego only slightly assuaged.

Weasel pouted. "That was the plan. I was to seduce you, then lure you to the woods where Angelo was supposed to be waiting. Then we'd Share you."

"What did he think? The three of us would have group sex?"

"You don't understand. When we play Angelo's game, we always Share the kill, and that, " Weasel's eyes gleamed, "was gonna be you."

How do you like the game so far, sweetling?

"And just what is Angelo's game?" Cam asked before the rest of Weasel's words sank in.

Cam was gonna be Weasel and Angelo's kill. He remembered the taste of blood on the Angelo's lips. He must have stopped Angelo right in the middle of…

Then he remembered the marks on the boy. And on Balint. "You fucking bastards!" he snarled, frustrated because the gun would do shit to Weasel. "Leave Balint alone!"

The whisper of a smile played upon Weasel's lips. "I think you're beginning to get the picture but you're not quite there yet so let me drop you a hint. I have no designs on Balint other than to bed him."

Cam snorted. "So Angelo wants him? I figured that out before you told me, smartass."

Weasel shrugged. "Whatever."

"You said what your plans were supposed to be but you still haven't told me why you didn't kill me the first time."

"Can't put anything over on you, can I?" Weasel smirked.

"Knock off wisecracks and spit it out!"

"Since you're asking me so nicely," Weasel drawled, "Angelo declared the game changed just before he ran into you shaking me. He offered me a boy he'd been planning to kill in exchange. I wasn't happy because it was one of Sarin's Pets and would definitely be missed but at that point, I was too hungry to care."

Cam stared at him. "I didn't hear Angelo say a word until he reached us."

"We can talk softer and for a further distance than your ears can hear. Angelo told me not to touch you. That means your flesh or your blood; he could care less if I had sex with you." Weasel paused a moment. "Scratch that, he's a jealous bastard, he'd care a lot but it wasn't what he meant. He wanted you kept alive and he still does or he'd have killed you himself long ago. Angelo isn't in the habit of leaving irritants alive."

"But you touched me anyway," Cam pointed out.

"I'm not the one who wants to please his new paramour." Weasel's smile was cold. "If he pisses Balint off, then Balint won't be amenable towards… certain things Angelo has in mind and he won't dare risk that."

"Yeah? Like what?"

Weasel gave Cam a look as if he was an idiot. "How do you think I became this way, Cam?"

A shiver crawled up Cam's spine. "That's what you're trying to prevent me from stopping, Weasel? Angelo doing the same thing to Balint?"

Weasel laughed. "Now why would I want a threat created that I'd just have to kill afterwards?"

Ah, Cam was beginning to understand. Weasel was trying to prevent it from happening because it was against his best interests. And he'd slept with Cam and nearly killed him to get even with Angelo. Even though he hated Weasel, loathed this game he was playing, his respect for the blond was growing. He tucked his gun back into his waistband. "Okay, I get it, but can't you just tell Angelo not to do it?"

"He'll resent the hell out of me if I do it. Angelo can understand that I juiced…drank from you even though he said not to because he'd do the same thing. But asking Angelo not to add someone to our family is the same as asking him not to sleep with someone. It's not happening and if it does happen, he'll be so mad at me that he'll disappear for a while and sleep around even more." Weasel shook his head. "No, it has to be you, Cam."

It was Cam's turn to laugh. "What am I supposed to do, be the hero and vanquish him?"

Weasel's expression darkened. "Don't make me sorry I left you alive. I'm not about to let you hurt him."

They love each other, Cam recognized with amazement. Each boy protected the other.

"Then what the fuck do you expect me to do?"

"Win Balint back. Give him a reason to say no. That's what he was trying to do when you were getting all touchy feely in your van."

Cam glared at him. "You were eavesdropping!"

"It doesn't matter."

"Oh? And why is that?"

"Because all you did was act like an ass and show Balint you don't care about him as much as he cares about you."

For once Cam didn't have an answer. How could he have one when Weasel was speaking the truth.

Weasel must have read it in Cam's face because he softened. "You still have a chance. They're in a secret room in the Nocturne I can't tell you about but I can tell you how you can find out."

Another game. Cam was getting the distinct feeling that Weasel was getting off on this. As much as he got off on Cam's pain when he was…no, Cam didn't even want to think about that. Instead, he played along. "Alright. Tell me."

"Go to the bar in the far back and you'll see a tall blond with icy blue eyes. He's gonna give you a hard time because he's a dick, but ask him where Angelo is because he's fucking around with your lover and he'll cooperate. He's Angelo's cousin and he's real jealous of anyone Angelo is laying."

Cam blinked. "His cousin? Angelo fucks his cousin?"

"Angelo fucks any pretty thing that walks but yeah, they sleep together. Our kind tends to do that, let's just say relatives feel real good to us. The only thing that even comes close is our own blood." Weasel grinned wickedly. "Nothing satisfies quite as much."

"Is that why Angelo wants to make Balint into one of your kind?" Cam snorted. "To satisfy him more?"

"Among other reasons. But they don't really matter."

"Does this cousin know exactly where Angelo and Balint are?"

"Probably. And if he doesn't, you can find them anyway."

Cam really felt like shaking him. "How the fuck am I gonna do that?"

Instead of answering, Weasel threw him a curve ball. "You're as slutty as Angelo is, yet you've been with Balint all this time. Why? What makes him so good in bed?"

"None of your fucking business!"

"Seriously Cam. Is Balint better than anyone else?"

Why did Weasel even care? "Yeah," he spat. "Balint is better than anyone else."

"In-teresting," Weasel murmured. "Then you'll easily be able to find Balint the second you get inside the Nocturne, you won't need Angelo's cousin's help."

"Yeah? How?"

"The same way you felt me following you." Weasel explained, his expression infuriatingly smug. "You'll feel them. You can't help but feel your own blood."

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Last updated 2/13/03

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