Wishful Sinful [REVISED]

Part 12: So Many Witches... So Little Time

Author's Note: I'm adding a hint of witchcraft to the mix. Not strictly an element of Lost Boys, true, but it felt right. Channeling a bit of Vampire Diaries, perhaps lol. And I'm posting a bit earlier than my usual midnight of Thursday "morning," because I don't know if I can hold out 'til 12 AM tonight. Enjoy! Let me know what you think in comments. 

"Oh my God, I feel like I have an embryonic alien inside me, trying to claw its way free," Jared declared upon waking. He tried to curl up into a ball, only to discover he was once again tied down. "Again?" he moaned. "And why am I still naked?"

"He's alive! Well, sorta. Damn, dude, you had us scared to death. Or undeath. You weren't breathing, and your heart wasn't beating," Lenore declared. She stood at the foot of the bed, expression indignant, clutching the towel she had wrapped around her body. Her hair lay loose and wet, over her shoulders. At least the colors weren't dripping like paint anymore.

"But your wound was knitting shut," Haven told him. "I had a strong feeling you'd make it." Her tone held a great deal more tenderness than he'd expected to hear, and he suspected she was putting up a brave front. Unshed tears glittered in her earthen eyes, and it sounded like she was speaking past a lump in her throat. She'd been worried, too. Jared smiled, and she gave him a small grin in return.

Dorian lay stretched out beside him on the bed on the left side, head tucked into the natural divot where Jared's chest met his shoulder. "Welcome back, lover," Dorian said, lifting his head to meet Jared's gaze, resting his chin on Jared's torso. "That was one hell of a transformation dream. Almost makes me wish I could turn you all over again."

"Mmm...well, we could do all of it again, in the real world."

Dorian stretched up and kissed Jared's neck. "Oh, we most certainly will."

Lenore cleared her throat. "Still right here, guys. Care to share with the rest of the class what the fuck just happened, since you're both awake now? I leave for like ten minutes, twenty, tops, just to give you a chance to give Jared some relief, from his goddamn vampire blood-induced hard-on, and the next thing I know, I hear screaming. Again. And Jared's dead on the bed, in a pool of his own blood. Which, by the way, how do we plan to explain the blood-soaked mattress to the hotel? Though I suppose that's the least of our worries."

Dorian sighed. "It is. You'd be surprised how many problems money can solve."

"Okay, but, like, what the fuck? Explain," she spat.

Dorian filled her in on Lysander's nearly-deadly plot. Jared added small details here and there, though he moaned in pain while doing so. Neither one of them mentioned Lysander forcing Jared to masturbate for him; she didn't need to know everything, after all.

"So, what's this creep's endgame? Why force you to turn Jared?" she eventually asked. "And I get that we're all glad Jared is still with us, vampire or no, but I'd like to point out that had I left with him, he'd still be human."

"He'd more likely be dead," Dorian argued. "After all, Lysander commanded him to attempt to kill himself."

"Maybe. But seriously. You do realize you've not only turned Jared's life completely upside down in a matter of just a couple days. You may have also condemned him to eternity without a soul, or some shit."

"Alien...in my guts...is this normal?" Jared repeated, panting.

"Your body is transforming. When it's done, you'll need to feed. No telling how long that will take. I know it hurts. I'm sorry," Dorian offered with genuine remorse. "But to your point, Lenore, yes, I realize I have altered Jared's life forever. I take responsibility for that, as his maker, and his lover. Lysander was my problem, until he became Jared's."