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Their vacation to Cancun had been wonderful. Aziel had acquired a small beach house on the coast some years ago, and that was where he chose to stay. It would have cost a fortune, if Aziel hadn’t been as shrewd as he was. It had taken an exceptional amount of work on his part, but he had managed to manipulate one of his victim’s estates to ‘drop’ the estate. Accompanied with the burning of several of the deceased’s property (which took care of most of the deeds), Aziel had managed to snea
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Cam woke up wrapped in warm arms. The light was drifting in through the closed Venetian blinds, making small slits of golden yellow that played across his dresser and carpet. Cam watched the motes of dust float in the sunlight from his position against Gabriel’s chest. It was a peaceful morning. Gabriel’s naked body felt good against Cam’s own, and his even breathing told him that Gabriel was still fast asleep. Cam loved Saturday mornings like this. Gabriel always slept a little later
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The call had come very early in the morning. Cam had slapped at his alarm clock ineffectively for at least fifteen seconds before he realized that it was 5:02AM, about two hours before his alarm was set to go off. Gabriel grumbled beside him, something about Cam needing to take less time in the shower so they could snuggle longer in the morning. This comment caused the side of Cam’s mouth to tilt up just a little. Finally, his morning-numb fingers closed over his cell phone. “Hello
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The world was incredible pain. His heart raced in his chest, pounding so hard, he thought it was going to leap right out of his chest. His head hurt, feeling like it was full of glass needles that jostled against each other and pushed at the soft tissues of his brain. Following on the heels of this incredible pain was a sense of debased wonderment focused on a single, leaping thought. Why am I alive…? He struggled to move, groping blindly in the darkness behind his eyelids. He was l
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Cam felt better as Gabriel held him. The tears stopped, and gradually he relaxed. His confession had tumbled out, and there had been a blissful moment when he was sure that everything was going to be all right. Maybe he should have told Gabriel sooner, because Gabriel could have protected him. Cam allowed himself to be held against Gabriel, his head on his shoulder and pondering the road that his life was going to take. Would the police be able to protect him? Could he get into reh
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Cam woke without pain. He was almost surprised, and his muddled brain associated the warmth and security of another’s arms around him with Gabriel. Perhaps all the drugs and the second arrival of Aziel had only been a nightmare? He didn’t want to open his eyes and find out if he was wrong. The reality would be too painful. So instead of opening his eyes, Cam lay with his cheek pressed to a warm shoulder, his arms around a firm chest, and warm breath trailing over his cheek. He could ha
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If everything in Cam’s head had been made of crystal, it was surely shattered now. Individual shards of crystal were piercing the tender, delicate tissues of the inside of his skull, lancing his arteries and filling the inside of his head with pumping, hot blood. The pressure and pain were something that was quite unlike anything Cam had ever felt before. His eyes pounded in their sockets, thumping against his eyelids as if they had a will to escape. His ears rang a high-pitched squeal th
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To say that Cam was terrified was an understatement. After Gabriel had left (Cam had finally convinced him to go home sometime around noon) he had frantically paced his apartment. He found himself cleaning; picking up plates and cups, straightening out the furniture and making sure the dust was off the ledges. When he caught himself preparing, he stopped. Why was he doing that? Because he was terrified of what Aziel was going to do, that’s why. There was a horrible hour where Ca
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For long moments, all Cam could do was gawp at the gleaming red phone that sat with inanimate indifference on the counter. It had landed face up, about two feet from the box. It had almost toppled onto the floor, but friction had granted it mercy and stopped it precariously on the edge of the counter. He didn’t hear Gabriel’s questions, in fact, his drawn face did nothing; the only movement was in his gawping mouth and throbbing Adam’s apple. When Gabriel seized him by the shoulders an
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It had been a pretty busy week for Cameron. He had been sending off letters and collecting information on different colleges and the programs that they offered. Prices, options of night classes and correspondence were his main concerns. While the money that he had sitting in his bank account had accrued a vast quantity of interest, Cam felt an overwhelming reluctance at using all of it. The more he thought about it, the more Cam believed that the money was dirty, and using it was someh
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Another month passed… Cam could hardly believe that he had finally graduated grade 12. With his high school degree in hand and still more than enough money in his bank account to continue on, Cam was left feeling like he was standing in a large room that was composed of nothing but doors. He could go anywhere he wanted, do anything he wanted. He’d already started to look into various college requirements, thinking that he would get himself a technical degree and maybe start working with
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Gabriel took Cam out for dinner. Cam had protested, since he had been the one to ask, but Gabriel was firm. He said that regardless of the financial situation, it was just wrong to make a student buy him dinner. Gabriel’s smile had been the final nail in the coffin of Cam’s argument… it was just so hard to argue with that. Cam was excited. He hadn’t been on a date in years. Even the swelling promise of another Craving didn’t deter his genuinely happy mood. He got dressed with a smile o
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Jared never saw his face. But he was sure, sure, that if he ever saw those cold, calculating eyes again, he would know the demon. They way they glittered like ice chips suspended in the deepest of space, devoid of anything human and sane and warm… He was sitting in the chair, slumped over. He could feel blood running from him. He didn’t know the answers to any of the questions that this other was asking. He didn’t know why he thought that this other would think he would know them. He w
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Cam leaned against the wall of his small cozy apartment and squeezed his eyes shut. He fought down the horrible thirst that was squeezing his heart. It had been three months, and the cravings would still come for him. He was starting to feel like his body would never forget the flavor of Aziel’s deadly kiss. Sinking slowly to his knees, Cam held himself against a cold that was coming from within and let the tears slip down his cheeks. Would his life always be like this? Shaded by a hor
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Mark held tightly to Aziel’s hand. He looked up with wonder and affection at the powerful lawyer that was his boyfriend. His fingers squeezed around Aziel’s, and Aziel’s squeezed back. In that moment, on the street under the sodium lights, it was perfection. Aziel smiled down on him, and they moved out of the crowd towards the valet parking. “Aziel, this is perfect,” Mark said softly. He leaned against the man’s shoulder, sighing softly. His soft brown hair whisked about his head in th
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Cam looked around the cramped little apartment that he had found for himself. It had taken him the better part of two weeks to locate a place that was half-decent and didn’t demand a reference. He instead gave his first three month’s rent up front as a show of good faith. It was a step down from the place that Aziel had given him, but a leap up from the place he had been living in before that. There was a small kitchen, two bedrooms and a bathroom. Cam was sure that the former resident
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Cam’s heart was beating so fast he could hardly breathe as he got off the bus. He scanned the crowd, wondering if he would see Aziel waiting for him with a new phone in his hand. He jumped when one of the station’s staff touched his shoulder. “Do you have a bag, sir?” he asked. Cam swallowed and nodded, going to fetch his only worldly possessions from the bus platform. Hands shaking, he pulled the bag over his shoulder and walked out of the station. He stood on an unfamiliar stre
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Aziel was perched in his lab, hunkered over a flask and swirling the purplish-gray contents. He was only half concentrating on the chemistry, instead thinking over his game. He’d visited Cam last night, taking the whore over the kitchen counter, shooting him up, and then taking him all over again sprawled on his stomach in bed. The encounter itself wasn’t what bothered Aziel, for Cam’s responses had been as predictable as always. Instead, it was the numbers. What was bothering Azi
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Cam was standing in his kitchen, staring at out the large window that was in his living room. His hands were on the counter, his back bent, his legs casually crossed. He was biting his lip, working it to the fragile point of pain just before it began to bleed. He ran his tongue over the tender patch of skin on his tongue, tasting the hint of copper that he would soon release. This was bad. Cam could feel it clawing at his mind. He could feel it like rough, hard fingers through
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Cam woke with a little bit of a hangover. His eyes felt like they were too big for their sockets, and he could feel his heartbeat hammering away in them. Aziel was nowhere to be seen, his blue bag and burgundy-stained suit gone with him. It was like he was never here at all. Were it not for the burning sting in his arm, Cam could have very well convinced himself that he imagined the whole thing. He moaned painfully and rolled over. The world had a peculiar shimmer to it when he op
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Aziel was in a bad mood. He knocked on the door three times, each heavy and loud. Cam had gone to the door and opened it, the smell of Hamburger Helper washing out from the penthouse. Cam looked up at Aziel, standing aside so he could let the taller man in. Aziel's eyes had been like compressed ice, intense blue and set in sockets that were dark and angry. His hair was slightly messy, and he was wearing a peculiar outfit under his long coat. He said nothing to Cam, brushing by
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Cam looked down at the sheet of paper before him on the coffee table. He was holding himself, as if he were afraid he was going to fly apart at any moment. He looked down the list of letters, letting his eyes see it but his brain was a little slower on the uptake. It was so hard to believe. He’d passed grade 11. And he’d done it with a B average. Cam almost wanted to cry with joy, but the emotion was trapped beneath the wave in his stomach and the shake in his hands that was te
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The answer to Cam’s earlier question was coming to him with a vengeance. His hands were shaking where he clutched the edge of his desk. His back was ramrod straight as he stared at the whiteboard, fascinated by the fact that he could only focus on the words for brief snatches of time. They fuzzed out, spiraled together with the whiteness of the board and the whiteness of his teacher’s blouse. Yes, whatever Aziel had given him was very addictive. Cam watched the whiteboard fuzz in
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Cam lay on the bed in the brown room in Aziel’s apartment, afraid to open his eyes. He was lying spread eagle, his hands flat against the large mattress. He knew where he was, vaguely, but he couldn’t place how he’d come to be here. He could feel the smoothness of sheets around his body, the coarser, heavier blanket that was on top, and the heaviness of the air that was pressing in on him like he was at the bottom of the ocean. Despite the heat of the air, Cam felt cold. Horribly
