chapter 11;
- meaner than demons;

AS SOON AS THE FIRST SUNBEAMS SHONE THROUGH THE WINDOW AND SHONE ON HIS PEACEFUL FACE, BLEIZ WOKE UP WITH A LIGHT YAWN. He tried to stand up but couldn't move. Immediately, he got panicked, trying to wiggle free, until he could feel, that two strong arms were holding him. Donovan. Relaxed, he let out a soft breath and cuddled again. Thank god, he hasn't woken him up.

In slow, gentle movements, Bleiz stroke above his handsome face, smiling, as he saw the corners of Donovan's mouth twitching. The vampire was awake, but wanted to enjoy the soft touches of him, because Bleiz would be too shy to touch him like that when he would open his eyes.

Donovan's cold hands were stroking the warm body of Bleiz along. Just softly the sides of him. He was too afraid, to scare him away, if he will go any further. Still, he could feel the light strokes of Bleiz above his cheeks. Light, like a feather. God, Bleiz was so carefully and gentle. He couldn't remember the last time, he has been touched so sweetly. Probably never in his life before.
But after a while, Donovan just had to open his eyes. He had to look at the smiling face of his little angel on top of him. "Hey", the immortal whispered, his voice hoarse because he just woke up. A soft blush crept above Bleiz' cheeks, causing him to grin lightly. "Hey", the smaller one replied and kissed carefully the tip of his nose. "What was this thing with no touching?" Teasing, Donovan wiggled with his eyebrows and kissed his temple.

The blush of Bleiz went darker, almost crimson red. "I am still insecure about this", he answered, smirking a bit. "Mm, I see." Amused, Donovan winked and kissed his forehead. Indeed, he could kiss his pretty face all day. Soft skin, warm eyes, cherry red, full lips and little dimples, every time he smiled. Beautiful and pure.
Protected, Bleiz closed his eyes and sighed relaxed. "I need to get up", he muttered, finally wiggling himself free. Donovan pouted, looking up to him. "Why?", the immortal asked and raised an eyebrow. "Because I am hungry, and I want to look for food", he answered, giving him a slight smile. If Donovan didn't know better, he would say, that his heartbeat just speeded up a bit. His smile drove him crazy, made him want to kiss him even more and protect him even better. Bleiz should have the right to smile the whole day. Nobody should dare to hurt him or making him cry.

"Are you alright?" Bleiz asked, raising an eyebrow. Donovan's muscular body was completely tensed, and his blue eyes sparkled dangerous. Like he has been pulled back to reality, the vampire blinked several times and looked up to him. Under the warm eyes of Bleiz, he calmed quickly down. It was almost, like they were pulling him back to the ground. Holding him like an anchor. "Yes, I'm quite fine. I just don't like the thought of letting you walk alone in this hotel", Donovan answered. Well, it wasn't the complete truth, but he didn't want to say: "No, because I'm thinking about to murder anyone who comes near to you and would hurt you. Besides, the thought of you leaving me alone makes me super sad." For that, it was simply to early. Besides, he still wasn't completely sure about his feelings.

"Don't worry. I'm a big boy and I'm not afraid of ghosts", Bleiz tried to calm him and winked. Carefully, he stroked with the back of his hand the cheek of Donovan along. "You really don't need to be concern about me. I'm not that fragile." Bleiz chuckled lightly, but deep down he thought it was cute, how his soulmate worried about him. Before he could know, what happened, his lips laid on those of Donovan. The vampire didn't move, just held him, pressed against him in this position. Eyes closed and just enjoying the touch of their lips. As soon, as Bleiz realized the sweet touch, he also closed his eyes. Not daring to move.

Both didn't know, how long they've stayed like that. It seemed like they were frozen in the gentle kiss. Donovan just held him on the collar, his ice cold lips reaching out for the burning flame of Bleiz. The younger one stood also still, eyes closed and holding his arm.
Only after a while, both pulled slowly away. "Come please back to me. As soon as possible. I don't want you to get hurt", Donovan murmured, searching for his eye contact. Amazed by the soft blush on his cheeks and the dark, long lashes of Bleiz, he smiled a bit. Gentle, like a soft cat, he stroked through his hair, tumbling it a little. Again, the brown hair reminded him of the fur of a puppy or a kitten. So soft and fluffy.

"Like I said before, don't worry. I will hurry up", Bleiz answered smiling, poking gently with the tip of his nose, the temple of Donovan. The corners of his mouth were twitching, as he looked up in the wolf boy's brown eyes. "I hope you will", he breathed, pressing a small, cold kiss on Bleiz' chin.
Bleiz gave him another smile, squeezing softly his shoulder, before he turned around, to grab his jacket and purse. For some seconds, he looked behind him, into the dark oceans of Donovan's blue eyes. Quickly, Bleiz looked away, so he wouldn't get seduced to stay in the room. With a soft sigh, he walked out and scratched the back of his neck.

Now, he felt a bit empty again, almost lost. Maybe it was the bond they shared. Some had a deeper soul-mate connection than other. The thought made him smile a little, because the image of Donovan appeared in his mind again. This man was so broken and beautiful. He needed to fix him. To show him, how much he was worth to him and what it meant to be truly loved.

"What a wonderful, sweet love. I thought my heart would've bleed, but then I remembered, that I'm dead."

Oh yes, there was the other guy in this hotel. He has almost forgotten about him. Already annoyed, Bleiz rolled with his eyes. "What do you want, March?", he muffled and started to walk. "What a nice greeting. You seemed to be very pleasant with my presence", the ghost mused, smirking a bit, because he knew what the other one felt.
"I asked you, what you want, not to leave." Bleiz looked to the side and grinned slightly, because James tried to catch up with his fast steps. But still, his words made him nervous. How did he know about Donovan and him? He hoped, that he hasn't watched them sleep. This would be very creepy, and he would be a very pervert ghost then.

"You still know about our deal, right? This guy, I've told you about. Here I have a shirt. Now you can use your good nose, to look after him. He needs to be alive, no matter what." Every single sign of joy, or amusement has left his face and was replaced with cold seriousness.
"How did you get this shirt and anyway, how do you know about Donovan and me? Did you watch us sleep?" Bleiz rose an eyebrow, while grabbing the shirt. Better, he wouldn't mess with him. He couldn't really say what kind of a person James March was, but Bleiz knew, that he would use his greatest weakness against him. Donovan. His heart cramped by the imagined picture of him, covered with his own blood, bleeding in his arms. Quickly, he shook his head. No, he would never let it go that far. He needed to protect his vampire as best as possible.

"Oh dear, of course not. Do I look like this sparkling vampire-creep, who was the reason why teenage girls wanted to be a boring and fucked up teenager?" By the judging look of him, Bleiz could say, that James took it quite personal. Good for him. "Wait, how do you know about Twilight? Have you watched it by your own, free will?", the wolf boy asked, followed by a little chuckle.
"Twilight? This is the name of it? Well, I didn't watch it by free will. Some guests have been once there and the night before they've died, they have seen this movie. So, I have decided to join them, because it has sounded very pleasant. And after this torture, I've decided to take their lives." The corners of James' mouth were curled up to a smile. Almost, like he was thrilled alone with the thought of a murder. Scary, but also fascinating at the same time. Bleiz should better be careful. Someone couldn't trust people like that.

The wolf boy tensed a bit, as he gave March another look. "I don't think you're a pedophile vampire, but I don't think you're a saint either. Better said, I know you aren't one. You've got a very dark aura and my wolf senses tell me to stay as far as possible, away from you." The steps of him quickened a bit. The company of the ghost wasn't really very pleasant. It was just the simple feeling, that something terrible will happen, which slowly grown in his body. Besides, the only reason why he hasn't ignored Mister March was, that he was worried of Donovan. His precious, wonderful Donovan. A soft smile built on his face, as he thought once again about him.

"I don't have to be someone, who can read minds to know, that you've just thought about him. The handsome guy", James muttered, rolling almost annoyed with his eyes. Which was probably a mistake, because in the next second, he has found himself pressed against the wall, looking into two dark eyes, which sparkled dangerous.

"He isn't only a pretty face", Bleiz hissed. "I know, you superficial humans just have to see a beautiful face and you can act all nice. But I'm more than a human. I can feel his beautiful soul and pain, he has been through. He is so much more than just a former junkie with a handsome face", he growled, tightening the grip around his collar.
In the dark pupils of March, he could see his own reflection, seeing, how his own brown eyes switched to an ice blue. James' mouth was formed to a grin. "Getting protective, little wolf, huh?", he chuckled, raising an eyebrow. Totally amused, he chuckled lightly, even as Bleiz squeezed his throat tighter. "I'm not a little wolf. You hear me? I can turn to your worst nightmare if you dare to lay a finger on him", he growled, starring right into his eyes. His whole body was tensed, as he could hear his teeth cracking.

"Mm, very interesting." James smirked, while studying the young man in front of him. The grin of his face went wider, as he saw how the long, dagger like teeth came out of his mouth, covered with the blood of Bleiz' own mouth. "I have now a living, and killing monster in my hotel", he mused and stroked the chin of Bleiz along. "I've known from the first second, I've seen your potential. Everybody else seems to think, you're just a sweet, little and innocent boy. But I've known it better. Nobody is innocent. And I could've felt the darkness you're carrying with. I don't even think your pretty vampire knows about your bestial side. Maybe it would destroy his image of you. He thinks, you're a sweet, little boy, who needs his protection. But maybe he should be the one, who needs protection."

Indeed, Bleiz was a slim boy. He wasn't tall neither, so normally you wouldn't think that someone like that could fight. As hard as possible, he hit his face, simply punching it. Over and over again. He knew, he couldn't kill a ghost, but he just needed to punch him. A wave of anger has hit Bleiz harder than a hurricane. With a soft growl, he punched him for the last time. "Don't you dare talking about Donovan like that, again. I know, you're dead, but there are some things, which are far worse than death", he hummed, eyes sparkling dark. Still his teeth were outside, but slowly turned back to their normal size, until they fit again in his mouth.

"And I've just found your weak spot. I'll say, you should better watch your mouth, wolfie", James hummed with a grin and grabbed hard his wrist, causing Bleiz to cry softly in pain. But still, he held the ghost hard on his throat, ignoring the burning pain on his skin. The laugh of James ringed in his ears, causing him to growl again.
"You're such a nice weapon. Can't feel physical pain so quick, huh? I'm the same. The only thing, which has made me weak, were the feelings towards a woman, who has never loved me." Pure madness was sparkling in James' dark eyes, his grin getting wider. With a slight grunt, Bleiz let go off him, so he fell on the floor. "Fine. I will look out for your lover. But if I'll come back to the hotel and something has happened to Donovan, if it was your fault or not, I'm going to show you what real hell feels like", he growled. Before March could say anything else, Bleiz has already left.

Probably for the first time in his life, Bleiz didn't enjoy the cold night. He didn't admire the dark sky, nor the silence around him. His body was way too tensed, to relax completely.
Like cold claws, the fear was holding his heart, squeezing it tight. The image of his bleeding soulmate appeared once again in his mind, causing him to whimper softly. He needed to cooperate with this sick ghost. If he wanted it, or not. He could make a deal with him. Bleiz would do everything, James wanted him to do, and as a return, James needed to make sure, that Donovan was safe. Donovan's safety was far more important than his own wishes and needs, that was for sure.

Sighing, he looked around. Where the hell was, he? Without his wolf nose, he probably would never find the way back, later. The whole area here was strange for him and his heart cramped a little. New area was always a kind of risk. Unknown ground could mean danger and the young man was way too tired, to fight. A bit tensed, he started walk more carefully.

His steps were featherlight, despite his combat boots. Still, he had no idea, how this could be possible. He maybe would've understood it, if he was a cat shape shifter, but a wolf? Were paws that quiet? For example, the steps of dogs were quite loud.

Bleiz focused back again on the strong fragrance of this John Lowe. It was a weird scent, and he couldn't tell if he liked it or not. A soft growl escaped him, as he smelled something else. Blood.
Immediately, his steps quickened. James has ordered him, to keep an eye on him, so he needed to make sure, whose blood it was.

John Lowe was an impressive man. Athletic, strong body, a sharp and detailed face, which glowed lightly in the moonlight. Of course, he wasn't as handsome as his Donovan. But to be honest, nobody could compare with the graceful and elegance of the vampire. Still, this Mister Lowe had something predator-like, which made Bleiz a bit curious. So, he stood still at the corner, watching the man carefully.

He was just a simple human, the fragrance smelled like sweat. Supernatural creatures didn't smell like sweat. What could be so special about him then? What must a simple human have, to catch the interest of a crazy ghost?
Curious, he watched him. Now, John seemed almost a bit confused, until he seemed to understand what was going on. Without looking around, he started to walk in quick, long steps. His target was indeed fast, maybe because his height and very long legs. While Bleiz was walking closely behind him, focusing only on John, he suddenly jumped up after a moment, grabbing an apple from a tree. So, he would have at least a little snack. But he had to ignore his hunger, because of his mission.

It didn't take him long, until he found out, in which direction they were going. Hotel Cortez. Confused, Bleiz rose an eyebrow. Why was John Lowe going to an old hotel, somewhere in the middle of Los Angeles? He simply didn't understand this. Nervous, he bit down on his lower lip, ignoring the other things, he should worry about.
With an annoyed groan, he decided to follow him. March could've said him at least, that John was going sometimes to this hotel. So, he wouldn't have needed to run in a circle like a damn idiot. All, Bleiz could say was, that John was an average human with some blood on his clothes. Nothing special.

Like a cat, Bleiz entered the building in soundless steps. The smell of John was still in the air, but something else caught his attention. Again, he sniffed. The fragrance of bitter chocolate was spread in his nose, so he looked around, to see, where it has come from.
A woman sat there, her lips curled to a small smile. Well, at least it looked like a smile. Bleiz didn't need to know a lot about psychology, to tell that it wasn't an honest smile. Her cold eyes were laying on him, her body tensed. She wasn't an ordinary woman. No heartbeat could be heard, just like her chest wasn't moving. She was frozen, like Donovan.

A bit curious, Bleiz raised an eyebrow and walked towards her. "Excuse me, madame? But can I help you?", he asked politely, even if an unknown feeling of hate rushed through his veins. A bit, he blinked, not knowing why he felt like this.
Again, he studied her. The flawless, firm face reminded him on someone, just like the white hair. Was it the lady, who has sat next to Donovan during the fashion show?

"I don't think you can", she answered, her voice almost hypnotic. But Bleiz stood still, focusing her with his brown eyes. Quickly, the fake smile was replaced by a small smirk, causing the wolf boy to shiver slightly.
"What do you want from me?", he asked directly, not wanting to waste any more time. Donovan was waiting for him.

"I think, you know exactly what, or better said, who I want."

Yey, I've finally updated! And the chapter was absolutely trash, I hope you won't hate me now.
Dedicated to my sweet galacticmoondust, because of her wonderful support all the time!
And because she always listens to me, when I'm too gay again.