A/N  Although vampires don't age in this AU physically and do mentally:Trigger warning if you cannot stand even the appearance of dub-c or size difference/age difference implications.

"Alright everyone, repeat after me: Humans are friends, not food." The professor raised his arms and waited for us to repeat it. A few of us grimaced as we spoke the words out loud. Including me, I'm afraid to say. It reminded me of that strange human cartoon, the one about the fish.

"Humans are friends, not food." I mumbled with the rest of them. I felt stupid saying it after every class, but apparently it was supposed to help us change our point of view. Brainwashing is more like. Whatever though, it meant that I got my traveling license and a pass to the free blood cafeterias set up for 'friendlies' as they called us. The rest of the lot were hunted down as a danger to society.

I was a survivor. Plain and simple. I had been turned into this... creature... so long ago that I barely remembered who I once was. What I did remember was lonely, bloody and full of running in the dead of night from those who wanted me dead. Or destroyed or whatever. I packed up my books and electronics into my bag and slung it over my shoulder before leaving the room. The hordes of other students at the facility all rushed about between classes and I sighed at the crush of bodies in the courtyard.

A large male body went flying into the side of me, sending me to the ground with an oomph. I was distracted and the force actually sent me flying, to my utter surprise. The other man went flying too, and both our bags spilled out onto the pavement. The other students and professors merely went around us as we sat up and gathered our things.

"I'm so terribly sorry. I wasn't watching where I was going at all. It was completely my fault. Here, let me help you with that." He helped to pick up my scattered notebooks and pile them back into my bag carefully. I noticed then that he had a faculty tag on his lapel. Mr. Leon Chance. I grinned and shook my head. I truly had a run in with 'chance', and he was quite handsome for a human.

"Bien, je me sens bien, monsieur. Nous nous sommes rencontres par hasard. I am fine, truly. Please do not worry yourself." My thick accent had his brows up by his hairline and doing a double take. I took the case of writing utensils from his hand and placed it inside with my other belongings. The simple brush of my hand had him shivering slightly and I grinned again. This was an interesting habit to have around another being, this smiling.

"Listen, let me make it up to you. Please? Meet me out front after classes end. Six o'clock by the fountain, alright?" He was up and running off down the path before I could say a word. I shook my head at the situation. He probably was trying to take me for dinner or something. I went to my next class and stared off into space. I already knew the subject better than the human professor since I had studied under the man who wrote his books. It was just something to pass the time.

I took the work sheet he handed out at the door and studied the questions carefully. As I thought, it would take me a few minutes to complete. I walked down the stairs out front and sat on the edge of the fountain with a pen to work on it. My lips chewing on the end every now and then as I struggled to remember the next set of the equation. It had been awhile since I last wrote them out properly.

"Are you solving quantum mechanics equations in pen?" I heard a deep voice ask from in front of me. I snapped my head up to see the incredulous gaze of the professor from earlier. I set my sheet and pen aside into my bag with a smile and stood to greet him.

"No indeed. I am merely writing out the answers for my class. I solved them before on chalkboards. I must simply recall what I already know. How was your class? Did your students behave well?" I said politely. He nodded his head absently with a strange look on his face.

"Yes, class was fine. I always enjoy teaching my students. They are very well behaved. Shall we..." He motioned me to join him as he walked towards the parking lot. I hefted my bag over my shoulder and walked in pace with him. It appeared I was skipping a little with my shorter legs, but I didn't ask him to slow down. We reached a small blue Audi and I patted the shiny paint before getting into the unlocked car.

"You have a very nice vehicle. What year is it?" I asked since I did not know much about automobiles. He glanced in my direction and stroked the wheel as he turned out of the lot.

"It's a 2014. I got it used. It has been very reliable for getting me where I want to go." I nodded when he glanced in my direction. The conversation was stilted, it felt awkward being in such a closed space with this human. I wasn't sure what I should be saying, or doing for that matter. I tapped my fingers on my thigh in nervousness. I started popping my lips unconsciously and he chuckled.

"What is it? Am I doing something wrong?" I asked with wide eyes. He shook his head and bit his lip.

"Nope. I just can't decide what to make of you. You have an Ipod and don't know anything about cars. You solve complex math in pen and speak French fluently. One second I think you are a naïve teenager and the next it seems you are a genius going to school for the fun of it. Either you are a prodigy or..." He stops his train of thought nervously and I feel the tension thicken in the car.

"Or what, monsieur Chance?" I ask quietly as I pick at an imaginary thread on my shorts.

"But... I knocked you over. In the c-courtyard." I caught the stutter in his voice with a sigh.

"Sorry, but I was just as distracted as you were earlier. Did you want me to just go home? I don't mind. You seem very nervous." I looked out the window depressed. It had been kind of nice until the professor figured things out. I liked being treated as normal people are treated now that I thought about it. It had been a long time since a human looked at me with anything but fear, disgust, or distrust.

"No, I just... I'll have to change my plans I guess. I was going to take you to Enrico's Family Restaurant..." He muttered as he slowed for a traffic light.

"Oh that's fine. I like their red wine. Buy me a glass and we shall call us even?" I turned back with a smile lighting my face. He may be nervous but he was still going to spend time with me. Maybe I could have an actual human friend after all. He smiled back, if a little hesitantly.

"Yeah sure. It feels weird though, buying you a glass of alcohol. You hardly look old enough to drink liquor." He mused as we pulled into the parking lot at the restaurant. I hopped out of the vehicle and bounced on my feet as I waited for him to get out.

"I get that a lot. I was changed at a pretty young age, I suppose. It was older by my time's standards in comparison. I can't remember exactly how old I was, but I think it was my preteens based on my size. Maybe young adult at best. I can't really base my life off of the age I appear to be though. I do want to experience all that it has to offer." He got us a table and was staring at me with a rather bemused expression on his face.

"You are really talkative." He breathed out after the waitress had come and taken the order. I tilted my head with a little smile on it.

"Sorry, am I going too fast? I have never actually had a human friend before. Most people don't let me talk about my past. They interrupt me or say they don't want to hear about it. I think it frightens them to think about how long I have been living or something." I stopped when the waitress came back and set our drinks down. She got them confused though, placing his coke in front of me and my wine in front of him. We grinned and swapped glasses.

My hand brushed his again and I saw a flush of red cross his cheekbones. I licked my lips and considered what this human reaction might signify. I tried to remember my human anatomy classes, but I all I could remember was the gross cross sections of people's bodies. Did I really look like that inside? Did he? I let the wash of red alcohol go down my throat, burning a little as it warmed in my stomach. He watched my mouth, intrigued perhaps.

"Did you really... I mean do you actually drink blood?" He finally asked me as he poked a fork into his hot pasta. I swallowed hard at the question. I knew what he was really asking me.

"I did, and still do what I must to survive, Leon Chance." I looked away from his sad eyes. I did not want his pity. I downed the last of the wine in the glass and sat back in my seat. He tilted his head and then his eyes widened.

"Oh. I just realised. I forgot to ask you what your name was. That is so rude of me. I'm sorry." He reached out unconsciously maybe to pat my hand laying on the table. I turned it over to grasp his palm against mine reassuringly.

"It's alright. It's Emrys. Emrys Witzig. It is kind of a mouthful. Most people just call me Em for short." I stroked the palm of his hand gently, marveling at the warmth of it around my hand. When I laced my fingers through his, he finally glanced away to our joined hands and gulped.

"Emrys. It's a nice name, very different." He seemed to be sweating and warring internally with himself. Was I making him uncomfortable?

"It is Welsh. Ironically enough it means 'clever immortal'. I think the one that changed me named me this, but I cannot remember for certain. My true name is probably lost... Are you alright?" I sat forward and whispered the last bit to him over the small candle in the centre of the table.

"Yes, I just have to keep reminding myself that you are older than you look. You look barely as old as my nephew who is just fifteen. I just feel a little strange, touching your hand and whatnot." He whispered back to me. I glanced around and saw a few disapproving stares from an older couple a few tables down.

"Ah, yes I forget about the new rules society has about such things. I think people forget that their great grandmothers were barely out of the schoolroom before wedding and bedding. If you keep taking choice and voice away from your children though, they may rebel past the point of return. You are done your food now; would you prefer to leave? I am enjoying speaking to you but I do not want you to be made uncomfortable." I sucked my teeth in frustration and let go of the warm hand reluctantly.

"Sure. We can... we can talk at my place if you'd like?" He looked down rather shyly at the suggestion and I jumped to my feet. I grabbed his hand and pulled him up to pay so we could leave faster. He chuckled at my enthusiasm and let me pull him rather forcefully by the hand to the car after paying. I was careful not to break his wrist though, he might not want to talk to me if I did that.

"Is this it? Wow. Is this a subdivision? I live in an apartment. I had to get permission to get a room in the human city so I could go to school. I like your neighbourhood. It's very quiet. Do you have a pool? I like to swim. I learned at the school. I sink a lot and forget to surface sometimes. It scares the lifeguards. Once they tried to rescue me because they thought I was drowning but I was really just listening to the laughter from the bottom of the pool." He was laughing himself as he opened the door and pushed me into the house.

"You really don't have to breathe, do you? Why don't you go and sit in the room over there and get comfortable, I want to grab a drink. Actually, have you ever tried whiskey?" He walked down the hall and I snorted at him.

"Are you kidding? We invented whiskey." I flopped onto the couch and listened to the gentle hum of his laughter through the walls. Then came a crash of breaking glass. I heard him swear softly and I smelled the metallic tang of blood in the air. I sighed and closed my eyes, inhaling the scent like the sweetest of perfumes. I felt his panic in the air like something tangible. I lay there not moving. I waited until the clatter of glass being swept up had passed.

When I finally sat up, I saw him leaning against the doorframe with two glasses smelling sharply of whiskey. We appraised each other silently. I took in the sweat on his neck and the bandage on his hand. He took in my changed appearance, something I truly had no control over the second I smelled him. Normally I could stop it, prevent it from emerging and scaring people, but not today. Not with him. In a way I wanted him to see me as I was, there would be no illusions between us.

"Your eyes are really red. I think I like it better than the blue, actually. It's rather sexy." He mumbled as he came into the room and handed me a glass. I grinned and let my fangs poke out of my mouth. He stared at them, mouth hovering above his glass. I licked my lips and took a sip of the burning liquid carefully. He watched my throat as I swallowed it down. His hand reached out, bandage and all, to hover by my chin.

"Please. Don't tempt me." I said, letting my age creep into my words. They sounded deeper, raspy and full of the darkness that was my past. He put down his glass and moved in on my face with a moan. I was surprised and froze as his mouth descended on my own. I felt his tongue lick my enlarged right incisor, then plunged into my mouth for a dangerous kiss. His blood assaulted my senses, from the hand pressed against my neck holding me forward to the pounding pulse just inches below my salivating mouth.

"It's you who has been tempting me, all night. Emrys, god you tempt my very soul. With the mind of an adult and the beauty of a boy, how did I even stand a chance. You have no idea how long I have waited for someone like you..." My blood churned at his words, I knew then what he meant and I warred with myself not to tear into his flesh like my instinct was pushing me. He wanted me sexually and I wanted to eat him alive.

"Leon, I know what you are asking for... I just don't know if I can do it without... You smell so good, Leon." I moaned and grabbed his hand, lifting it to my nose and taking a deep breath. He had no idea what his scent was doing to me. My eyes rolled back a little and my head tilted as I let the passion sweep over me. He took that opportunity to lean forward and lick my throat. I felt him kiss up the tender column of skin and nip at my chin.

"It's fine. I'll give you what you desire, and you give me what I desire. Fair trade, right?" He breathed into my ear as I felt him push me back on the couch. His large hands raked through my strawberry blond locks, fanning them across the black leather of his couch. I whimpered as his big body pressed me down, feeling his excitement through our clothes as I acted fragile beneath him.

I could have thrown him off. I could have broken him into pieces or drained him of life in minutes. All I could hear was the pounding of my blood as he tore the clothes from my soft, pale skin leaving the illusion that I was vulnerable. My brain screamed the mantra that was drilled into me for weeks on end while my body throbbed with the need to drink from him. I opened my mouth to his kisses and tried not to slice him wide with my teeth as he plunged into my mouth with his tongue.

The danger of it was heady, turning us on so much that we both hissed from the contact of his hot skin against my cool flesh. I felt his hands grasping at my thighs and kneading my tender round globes of flesh behind. His fingers were rough as he shoved his spit-coated digits into my eternally tight virgin hole. He spread me wide with his scissoring, and then shoved his huge adult c*ck inside. I yelped at the burn and accidentally bit my lip.

My own blood ran down my chin as he thrust into me like a relentless piston. I squirmed and whined beneath him, feeling his excitement as I panted and scratched at his back. My back arched as he pounded his meat harder, hitting some nerves inside my body as he tried to bruise my neck with his mouth. It was taking all my control not to use all my strength while he f*cked me.

"Em, Em I'm gonna cumm. Baby I wanna cumm deep inside you." He growled into my ear. I let out a feral sound and clamped him to me in a vise-like grip. My teeth flashed in the light and sank into the meaty flesh of his shoulder. I felt him shudder above me and blow his load deep into my body. His blood rushed into my mouth from the bite wound and I let it trickle down my throat a little before licking the torn flesh clean to heal it.

My body flushed with the force of my own orgasm as his hot, fresh blood pumped into my system. I released onto my stomach between us and I felt him slide down to lick it from my sweaty, hot skin. I basked in the warmth of my pleasure and a willing donor's life energy. I had nearly forgotten how alive it made me feel when I fed from a human directly. I sighed at the thought and stroked the man in my arms.

"I feel like such a pedophile. You are so much younger than I am." I mused. I felt him chuckle as he curled over me for a kiss. I could taste myself on his lips.

"You may be older than I am in years, but you will always be younger than me in body." He murmured into my neck. I nodded and grinned to myself. Yes, I would be forever younger than my new lover.