Changing Fortunes

Part 9

His own blood? "What the hell you mean by that?" Cam demanded.

"Your bloodline."

The words and the implications behind them made Cam want to cringe, even almost ten years later. Ten years since he ran from his grandmother Hathaway and her contempt for Cam's less than blueblood father. From always feeling like an outsider in that world of perfect breeding. Hell, he'd fitted in better with the servants than he did with his mother's family and if Cam hadn't been the only heir left as a result of his mother's death he doubted his grandmother would have had anything to do with him at all.

Yves Dumoutier. Knocked up Cam's mother Pamela, then got paid by Cam's grandmother to vanish without a trace. It'd taken until Cam was eleven for him to realize that he could say all the correct things, get the best grades, socialize with the right people and it would never please Grandmother Hathaway. It'd never matter.

He'd always be nothing but Pamela's bastard.

Yeah, he wasn't even twelve when he took off but living on the streets was better than living under his grandmother's microscope and being nothing but a breeding stud, with no value except the potential heirs he could create for her. A flawed heir because of his "polluted" bloodline but it was better than nothing.

Which was the other reason he left. Puberty came a little early for Cam and he quickly realized where his interests lie. And they weren't with women.

He could have done what he'd learned a lot of the men did: do their fucking around on the side and just sire the child demanded of him. Cam could have but knew that his grandmother would just count it as another strike against him.

So he told his grandmother to go fuck herself and he hadn't seen her since.

And hearing Weasel mention it brought back those same feelings of never being good enough. He cut his eyes at the blond. "What the fuck about my bloodline?" he snapped, the last word said in a mimicking tone.

Weasel didn't even blink. "Do you know anything about it?"

"Do you?" Cam retorted.

"More than you do."

"Yeah?" Cam laughed nastily. "Like what?"

Weasel "answered" Cam by asking another question. "Why are you in the line of work you're in, Cam? What do you get out of it?"

"I get paid," Cam replied curtly.

"Well, yeah, you get money that enables you to support you and Balint. But that's not what you really get out of it, is it?"

Cam snorted. "I'm supposed to do it for free?"

"Not what I mean. Money is a nice perk but it's not what drives you."

"What does then, since you seem to know so much about me?" Can asked sarcastically.

Weasel smirked. "The hunt."

Cam wanted to tell Weasel he didn't know what the fuck he was talking about. He wanted to laugh derisively in the green-eyed boy's face; to slap the smirk off that pretty face. But he couldn't. It was true. For Balint, it was the money. It always was the money.

For Cam it was the hunt itself.

Oh yeah.

Finding his quarry and pursuing them as they ran; almost locking onto them. Feeling their panic as they realized he was drawing closer to them, that they couldn't escape, he had them and finally the almost sexual thrill of killing them.

Just thinking about it made his cheeks flush with pleasure.

He had no idea how Weasel knew and he wasn't gonna bother denying it. It made him furious that Weasel knew ANYTHING about him but he wasn't gonna give the presumptuous asshole the satisfaction of knowing that. Instead he said nonchalantly, "So?"

"It gets you off doesn't it?" Weasel whispered, as seductive as a lover. "The violence. You could shoot them from a distance like your buddy but that doesn't do it for you. You'd rather do it up close and personal. Stab them and watch the blood gushing from their dying bodies. Beating the shit out of them with your bare hands which you can easily do because you're stronger than you look, aren't you? I'll bet you come just taking that life that's pulsing and warm in your hands and crushing every last breath until it's cold and still. It's almost as good as sex, isn't it?"

Cam's hands clenched at his sides, the maelstrom of fury swirling from the pit of his stomach; exploding and simmering like molten lava in his veins. "Shut the fuck up!"

"What will you do if I don't, tear me to pieces?"

Weasel's words were goads to Cam and with fists flying, he launched himself at the boy, his rage spilling over and fueling a combustible mixture of hatred and lust.

"You don't know if you want to fight me or fuck me, do you?" Weasel taunted, but his eyes were wild with excitement and he flared with arousal. Sexual. Animal.

Weasel was right. Cam didn't know which he wanted to do more and somehow the two desires were blurring.

"That's the effect my blood is having on yours," Weasel murmured dreamily before Cam seized him by his slender shoulders and captured his mouth with his own.

Weasel moaned and returned the intensity, kissing Cam so hard his lips bled, pressing his hardness and grinding it into Cam. "I want you," he breathed. "Not as prey. As one of my own blood."

Cam didn't know exactly what Weasel meant but he was quickly getting the picture that whatever contempt Weasel had felt towards him was no longer there. That and the fact that all rational thought was quickly being blotted out from his lust fevered brain made his urges all the more overwhelming. "Show me," Cam challenged. "Let me take you."

And before Weasel could say yes or no, Cam's hands were all over the blond, tearing at his clothes and tugging his jeans down around his ankles.

No underwear. Nice.

For a moment, as usual, he thought above the waist, noting that he was wasting time he could be spending winning Balint back, completely aware that even if Weasel had purposely chosen to confront Cam somewhere in the shadows, it was still in public view.

That part of him remembered that he had no lube whatsoever with him because fucking Weasel hadn't been in his plans and any fucking he did have planned with Balint would be back at the van where the lack of lube would be no problem. "You wouldn't happen to have anything slick would you?" he managed to gasp.

"Don't worry about it," Weasel hissed through unsheathed fangs. "Just do it!"

Just do it? No problem.

Cam hurriedly undid his own jeans and yanked them and his briefs down; pulling out his rock hard cock. Then he practically threw Weasel down on his belly, got on top of him and slammed himself into surprising heat.

Weasel was as warm as Cam now.

"As hard as you can," Weasel pleaded. "Pound me into the ground."

"You do like it violent!"

"I NEED it violent. I won't feel it otherwise."

The idea that Cam had someone begging him to be brutal sent a thrill through his body and made him so hard it hurt. He grabbed Weasel's shoulderblades, his nails digging viciously into Weasel's flesh as he savagely thrust as deeply as he could.

"Yeah," Weasel sighed, "just like that."

Weasel's pleasure kindled the desire Cam was already feeling and ignited a crazy fire of dual passion that swept through Cam's body. This could easily become very addictive.

It already was.

Cam let out a grunt, coming hard with a shudder; Weasel following moments later.

"That was fucking incredible," Cam exclaimed as he got off of Weasel and pulled his briefs and jeans back up.

Weasel did the same, brushing himself off. "That's what it's like to Share pleasure with one of us. With one of your own blood. That's why Balint feels like no one else, Cam. Because he's of your blood. Like me and Angelo are. And that is what you will be up against when you try to confront Angelo. You may hate his guts but it won't stop your blood from heating up when he's near you."

"But I'm not a va-"

"Neither am I." Weasel cut him off before he could finish the sentence. "I said it was close, not that I am one. But before Angelo Changed me, I was already not human, Cam. Part of you isn't. That's what I mean by your bloodline. Everything I've been showing you, it's all part of what you are. What Balint is. You think it's a coincidence that you and he found each other? Or why you're so close? Your blood reacts to his, and his reacts to yours. Your empathy makes it even more intense."

Cam's head swam with disbelief and confusion. This was the most ridiculous thing he'd ever heard… yet he couldn't deny what he'd felt. What he was feeling now.

Okay, he had to get himself together and the best way to do that was to act on facts. Not emotion. Just take a step back and accept. "If I'm not human, then what am I?" Cam asked calmly.

"You still don't believe me but at least you're listening," Weasel offered, "and that's a start. Most of you is human, Cam. Divide your bloodline into eighths. I'd say that the chances are seven eighths of you is human."

"You still didn't tell me what the part of me that isn't, Weasel," Cam pointed out.

"I'm getting to that. It's another race altogether. Sangsue."

"Sangsue," Cam repeated, trying the word on out on his tongue. "That's all fine and dandy but what does it all mean? And how can you tell how much I am, anyway?"

"You're sane."

Cam stared at him. "What the hell are you talking about? Stop with your riddles and just tell me!"

"I am. Sangsue have a regular puberty like humans do, although it tends to come much earlier and Maturity, which usually starts somewhere between fifteen and seventeen. People like you, who have just enough Sangsue blood in their bloodlines to give them some of the traits and talents, never go through Maturity and just breeze through to adulthood. They just figure they're extremely Gifted, they're usually quite promiscuous and they find outlets for their more aggressive and violent tendencies." Weasel smiled a little. "Like killing for a living."

Cam nodded, hating the feeling of inevitability that he was suddenly feeling but ignoring it. "What's Maturity, a nervous breakdown or something?" he cracked.

Cam had been sarcastic but Weasel's expression was dead serious. "No, the nervous breakdown comes during Maturity. And it's not just your brain snapping, your whole body changes. Your stomach shuts down, making it unable to digest solid food so you toss your cookies every time you try. "

"That sucks," Cam remarked.

"That's not the half of it. Your blood cells change as well."

"Into what?"

"Into something that needs blood. If they don't get it, they consume your own, so you start getting these overpowering cravings for blood. The thing is, your blood is also supposed to start manufacturing proteins so you can break down what you take, but unless you're a fullblood Sangsue, your Maturity usually doesn't go right. You drink but your blood can't absorb it because the proteins never developed, so it goes to your stomach and you can only drink so much before you puke your guts out. If you don't drink the cravings and the pain of starvation grown unbearable real quick so you drink anyway, knowing it'll only make you sick afterward.

"What makes things even more interesting is when you do drink, not only does the pain get better, it's intoxicating. Gets you real hot and bothered. And addicted. After a while, you figure out how much you can drink without vomiting but it's never enough." Weasel shook his head. "How long do you think you could do that before going crazy, Cam?"

Now Cam understood what Weasel meant. If Cam had gone through that, he wouldn't be here talking to Weasel. He'd have been in a loony bin. "So where does that put you?"

"I'd started Maturity when Angelo found me," Weasel told him. "When he Changed me, I became a Nightchild, like he is."

"Like he wants to make Balint."

Weasel nodded.

Something occurred to Cam. "How is Balint handling all this?"

A strange look flickered in Weasel's clear green eyes. If Cam hadn't known better, he'd say it was pity. "It's not the same."

"What do you mean? You're saying we're all the same and that's why Balint and I were drawn to each other. Okay, I buy it. So why should it be any different?"

It was pity. "How well do you know Balint?"

"Well enough, why?" Cam glared at him. "What are you implying?"

"Nothing." Weasel's voice cut like a whip. He wanted to shut Cam up. "Talk to Balint. Don't ask me. I won't tell you."

"You won't tell me? You drop this bomb then decide you're gonna clam up on me when it goes in a direction you don't want? Fuck that!"

Weasel's expression hardened, his eyes pure ice. The contempt was back. "Don't storm in there, thinking you can just sweeten Balint and that's it. It isn't. Angelo won't let it be and he plays dirty. You've already gotten a taste of his game. You think I fuck with your head? That's nothing compared to what Angelo will do to you."

"There you go again, trying to scare me. Don't bother. It's not gonna work. I can handle whatever Angelo dishes out."

Weasel's eyes glittered. "Is that what you believe? I suppose we'll see about that won't we?" he purred before making such a quick exit that Cam never even saw him leave.

"Fuck it, I'm gonna go anyway," he muttered defiantly to the night air as he stalked off to the Nocturne.

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Last updated 10/08/03

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