A week later Niall’s back at the club. Not cruising. Not dancing. Not even inside. He’s standing in the shadows of the alley across the street, the darkness wasting its cold caress; it seduced him long ago, though it’s forgotten him already. He’s waiting for Jamie, or whatever the f**k his real name is.
Jamie bounces out next to an old, thin guy who smells of cheap tobacco and stale earth. Real vamp, this time, an old one. Even vamps decay, given time. Niall follows them a block and a half, admiring the act. Should he warn the guy?
But there’s no love lost between their kind and his. Niall watches as Jamie pulls Slim into an alleyway. Waits.
The sounds that filter out toward Niall could be either s*x or murder, but the smells, they’re a different matter. After a few minutes, Jamie comes
