of your brethren are dicks.”
Patrick chuckled. “None taken. I find I quite agree with you in that regard. As you could probably tell, I’m not really a part of the vampire in-crowd.”
“I figured as much by how uncomfortable you were at the club,” Jacob said. He walked over to the bananas and looked them over with a discerning gaze. “Why is that anyway?” The question was framed lightly, but when Jacob glanced back over at Patrick, he could see that the vampire’s shoulders were tense.
“Let’s just say I disagree with many of my kind’s more…carnal pursuits.”
“Like drinking human blood whether fresh or otherwise?”
Jacob’s question stopped Patrick in his tracks. “How did you—“
“You ordered off the vegetarian menu even when I offered you the real stuff for free at the club. Most vamps don’t do that. They either go straight for the All-American meat menu or at least go for meat as an appetizer.”
Jacob’s voice was flippant, but his mind was going everywhere at once. Why did he feel the need to push Patrick’s buttons like this? It was as if he needed to see how far he could go before Patrick pushed back.
“I stopped drinking hu—I stopped, a long time ago.”
“Why?”
Patrick paused. “I thought you said you didn’t believe that I don’t drink human blood. Why so willing to believe it now?”
“I believed you then,” Jacob replied. He picked up a few bananas and placed them in the cart.
“So you just want to give me a hard time then.” Patrick sighed and shook his head. “You really do have a death wish.”
Jacob smirked. “We’ve all got to die sometime.” He looked at Patrick. “Though not all of us stay dead the first time I suppose.”
Patrick met his gaze for a moment before pushing by him with the cart. “I guess not.”
“Do you miss it?”
“Do you miss it?”
Patrick stopped. That was a question that no one had ever before asked him, not even the fans who came to his book signings.
“Every day.”
He wasn’t sure why he’d even bothered to answer. Most vampires he knew, Gabriel included, would have laughed in Jacob’s face at the thought of missing their human lives. To be a vampire was akin to being a god surrounded by a sea of weak and wanting mortals. Most of those who mourned for their previous human lives didn’t last long in their new vampiric ones quickly succumbing to grief and despair and then finally, immortal death.
“So why did you never…” Jacob trailed off. Patrick looked back in time to see Jacob draw his finger across his throat.
“I’m more afraid of what comes next than what I have to deal with now.”
Patrick’s answer seemed to surprise Jacob, but the other man nodded as if in agreement. “Understandable. Not much out there about the vampiric version of heaven or hell.”
“I would assume that heaven is off the menu for us,” Patrick said. He turned away and resumed walking. The conversation was becoming a bit heavier than he wanted to delve into in the middle of the grocery store. These were things he often thought about when he was alone in his study, but never had he come close to finding an answer. Jacob seemed to realize the conversation was over as he simply caught up to Patrick and continued browsing the shelves.
“Get whatever you want,” Patrick said. “It’s all on me.”
Jacob grinned. “You might regret that, but okay.” He walked ahead picking up items as he went.
“I somehow doubt that,” Patrick said under his breath as his eyes were drawn to Jacob’s tight ass. He allowed himself a moment to gaze in hunger before picking up the pace and hurrying after him. They spent a little while longer, Jacob stalking the aisles with a gleefully determined look on his face while Patrick walked dutifully behind him. Occasionally he would hear whispers floating in his direction.
‘Look at him, following a human.’
‘He’s always been a disgrace, but that is taking it too far.’
He
Patrick chuckled. “None taken. I find I quite agree with you in that regard. As you could probably tell, I’m not really a part of the vampire in-crowd.”
“I figured as much by how uncomfortable you were at the club,” Jacob said. He walked over to the bananas and looked them over with a discerning gaze. “Why is that anyway?” The question was framed lightly, but when Jacob glanced back over at Patrick, he could see that the vampire’s shoulders were tense.
“Let’s just say I disagree with many of my kind’s more…carnal pursuits.”
“Like drinking human blood whether fresh or otherwise?”
Jacob’s question stopped Patrick in his tracks. “How did you—“
“You ordered off the vegetarian menu even when I offered you the real stuff for free at the club. Most vamps don’t do that. They either go straight for the All-American meat menu or at least go for meat as an appetizer.”
Jacob’s voice was flippant, but his mind was going everywhere at once. Why did he feel the need to push Patrick’s buttons like this? It was as if he needed to see how far he could go before Patrick pushed back.
“I stopped drinking hu—I stopped, a long time ago.”
“Why?”
Patrick paused. “I thought you said you didn’t believe that I don’t drink human blood. Why so willing to believe it now?”
“I believed you then,” Jacob replied. He picked up a few bananas and placed them in the cart.
“So you just want to give me a hard time then.” Patrick sighed and shook his head. “You really do have a death wish.”
Jacob smirked. “We’ve all got to die sometime.” He looked at Patrick. “Though not all of us stay dead the first time I suppose.”
Patrick met his gaze for a moment before pushing by him with the cart. “I guess not.”
“Do you miss it?”
“Do you miss it?”
Patrick stopped. That was a question that no one had ever before asked him, not even the fans who came to his book signings.
“Every day.”
He wasn’t sure why he’d even bothered to answer. Most vampires he knew, Gabriel included, would have laughed in Jacob’s face at the thought of missing their human lives. To be a vampire was akin to being a god surrounded by a sea of weak and wanting mortals. Most of those who mourned for their previous human lives didn’t last long in their new vampiric ones quickly succumbing to grief and despair and then finally, immortal death.
“So why did you never…” Jacob trailed off. Patrick looked back in time to see Jacob draw his finger across his throat.
“I’m more afraid of what comes next than what I have to deal with now.”
Patrick’s answer seemed to surprise Jacob, but the other man nodded as if in agreement. “Understandable. Not much out there about the vampiric version of heaven or hell.”
“I would assume that heaven is off the menu for us,” Patrick said. He turned away and resumed walking. The conversation was becoming a bit heavier than he wanted to delve into in the middle of the grocery store. These were things he often thought about when he was alone in his study, but never had he come close to finding an answer. Jacob seemed to realize the conversation was over as he simply caught up to Patrick and continued browsing the shelves.
“Get whatever you want,” Patrick said. “It’s all on me.”
Jacob grinned. “You might regret that, but okay.” He walked ahead picking up items as he went.
“I somehow doubt that,” Patrick said under his breath as his eyes were drawn to Jacob’s tight ass. He allowed himself a moment to gaze in hunger before picking up the pace and hurrying after him. They spent a little while longer, Jacob stalking the aisles with a gleefully determined look on his face while Patrick walked dutifully behind him. Occasionally he would hear whispers floating in his direction.
‘Look at him, following a human.’
‘He’s always been a disgrace, but that is taking it too far.’
He
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