Epilogue (Julian)

My parents had my entire life road-mapped for me, just like they did with my brother and sister.

Do well in school. Get smart. Know politics, become one with the humans, don't upset the balance of Life. Make sure you graduate early and be the pride of the Grey Clan. Go to a good college and let mommy and daddy pick the perfect husband and or wife for you.

Brush your fangs carefully, don't let anyone drink from your thermos at school, don't bite the humans, play nice, and walk with dignity.

Don't do drugs, don't smoke, don't drink.

Just because vampires can't die doesn't mean we're totally immortal. We can be killed.

I was supposed to live up to my older siblings, Amber and Alexander. Amber was pretty and intelligent. She was a high priestess in Lansing, leading a coven of half witches and half vampires called Sunset Rising. She owned her own shop and had her own wife, Mary-Kay, an aura reader.

Alexander was married to the biggest badass in the vampire world, Vladimir Van Gothica. He was super smart, graduated from both high school and college with straight As, and now he was working as a professor of theology at one of the major colleges of Michigan.

I had to be just like them, or even better. My job was to make my parents proud to call me their son.

And in the beginning, I didn't believe I could ever live up to that.

I was failing high school, hardcore. I traveled with a gang of hooligans that ran around the town looking for a good fight. I had turned down numerous proposals for marriage that my parents prompted in order to get me to be successful, because I was in love with my human friend, Adam John Wayne.

But then things turned even worse.

While it was great that Adam and I were allowed to hook up, the terrorist organization known as Zephyra had picked up on my brother's family, my parents and I. At first, Zephyra was using us to lure Vladimir and Alexander in, but come to find out, I had a parasitic demon living in my brain that they wanted to extract and use to take over the world and enslave humans because to them, humans were a bunch of mindless cattle that should be herded and kept around for sustenance.

Well, the shit just kept hitting the fan. Zephyra had me in their clutches and in an attempt to save me, my mother was killed and my father was severely injured, as well as my uncle and my friends.

And my boyfriend died for a split second, only to be turned into a half-blood, the thing he didn't want.

But he dealt with it without complaining. I knew he was suffering. He wanted to eat greasy cheeseburgers and stuff his face with nachos and fries again and feel the satisfaction of being full, but it never came. He couldn't drink ice cold drinks anymore or scorching hot coffee because of how sensitive his fangs were.

And then we decided that Zephyra wouldn't do this to us anymore.

So we destroyed them.

Zephyra scattered after that day. The generals and Giorgos were dead. Everyone else had disappeared or run away to go into hiding. There was no word about Orion or his girlfriend, Olivia, not even Orion's brother, Ollie. The group had vanished.

Part of me wanted to find them and kill them, just to make double sure, but I was so tired.

I didn't want to waste my life hunting them down. My mother had worked so hard to try and give me the best life I could possibly want. She scolded me and kicked me in the butt and yelled at me, sure, and there were times when I was so fed up with the way she ignored my wants. I hated having her barge into my room and tell me to get up and get ready for school, remind me of chores, piano lessons, and warn me not to get detentions.

But now, there were some mornings where I woke up wishing she'd just burst into my room and yell at me again. I'd give anything to have her whack me over the head and tell me I was being rude or impolite. I'd give anything to have her kiss me again and tell me that things were going to turn out okay.

She wouldn't want me to lie in bed all day, depressed over it, though. She hated that. She always wanted me to be up and about, so I did just that.

And I did everything I could. I couldn't go back to school again, but I got a job as a bartender at another bar in Detroit. I played in the band with my friends and my lover, a band that we had come to call Vanessa Contessa.

Kipp was our drummer. He had come a long way through all of this, having the hardest time trying to believe in vampires and mermen and parasitic demons. He was also going back to school to be a music teacher. He was living with Anoki and Seth.

Seth, our bassist, was also a big hot shot computer programmer and already teaching at a university. He was still the same fiesty, sarcastic jerk that hit people when he was pissed and couldn't stand people in general. He seemed okay with Kipp and Anoki, though.

Anoki had regained consciousness a week after the incident with Zephyra. Seth and Kipp were working hard to teach him everything they could on their own. Anoki was a fast learner and catching on pretty quickly. He seemed incredibly into music and writing lyrics. He'd even taken to writing a couple of our songs, that I noticed were about his brothers, Voltaire and Daimonas.

The only two brothers we could find.

After the incident, we'd searched and searched for the other demons, but they had gone missing. We had asked the others and upon asking Peter, he'd gotten this look on his face that told me exactly what had happened to the demons that we had rescued, so we tried not to think about it.

Oh yeah, Peter and Walter. So, get this, apparently that one experience had drawn them together tightly. They were always together. If I went to the grocery store, they were there together. If they were hunting down supernatural baddies and keeping the public safe, they were together. I'm pretty sure they did a lot of other stuff together too. And I could tell it made them happy to be so close.

Vladimir and Alexander had gone back, but not before paying for the surgery to have a pair of porcelain fangs inserted into my mouth. It was weird and uncomfortable and I had made a huge scene about it when it first happened.

These weren't my real teeth. They were fake and they were gross and uncomfortable.

So I thought.

But as time went on, I forgot about it. When I bit into blood bags, it was the same as when I had fangs. When I nibbled on Adam's neck or, ah, put my mouth on other places, it was the same as usual with him pulling on my hair and warning me not to use my teeth. The thought made me smile.

"What're you grinning about?" I blinked and looked up to see Adam walking into our apartment. I just smiled sheepishly, getting to my feet and setting down the small glass of blood wine I'd been drinking. It turns out I could hold it better than Alexander. Who knew, right?

Adam just smiled at me as he hung up his coat and slipped his shoes off, coming over to wrap his arms around me tightly, kissing me hungrily on the lips and sending bolts of pleasure through me as I melted in his arms, savoring each second we were together. He lifted me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist, letting his hands cup my ass and squeeze me there as I nipped at his nose playfully.

"How was work?" I asked as he carried me over to the sofa and sat down with me in his lap now. He ran his hands up and down my arms and along my thighs, feeling me through my boxer-briefs and tight black tank top.

"It was fine," He said at last, looking up to me to finger my lower lip, "Think I might be getting a promotion." He was referring to his job at another car garage. He was just one step closer to becoming the manager's assistant. It made me smile to think about it and I put my arms around his neck, pecking him on the lips a couple times to tease him.

"That's wonderful. I bet you'll get it tomorrow." I told him.

"Is that another premonition?"

"I don't need to have a parasitic demon in my brain to know that." I responded with a smirk, kissing him again. Adam smiled and kissed me back, running his hands down my arms and to my hands. He laced our hands together and lifted them up for me to see. A shiver of delight ran through me at seeing the wedding ring on my finger.

Back after the incident, he'd proposed to me with a cheap plastic ring.

Now, sitting on my finger, was a real 14 karat gold ring with four real diamonds lined up on top. Inside was the rune symbol for partnership and our initials. I smiled at it, then at his, which was an exact copy.

Adam leaned in and kissed my finger where the ring was gently, then slowly kissed his way up my arm, making me laugh before he reached my mouth and captured my lips roughly. He swung me around and pinned me to the sofa, leaning over top of me as he undid the buttons of his shirt.

"I've been waiting all day for this." Adam said breathlessly, eyes searching my face hungrily. I smiled at that, clasping my legs around his waist and jerking him down closer.

"Same here," I murmured, reaching up to run my fingers through his hair, "I'm ready. Take me." Adam growled low in his throat at that, leaning down to capture my lips. He sucked on my tongue and nibbled my lips until they were swollen, ran his hands up and down my thighs, his ring scraping me gently. He looped his fingers in my boxers and pulled them down, then flung them onto the floor. He pushed my shirt up and tucked the hem between my teeth, giving me a look that told me to hold it there. I just smiled excitedly, watching him lean down and kiss my chest.

He pinched and nipped at my nipples, making me moan and squirm beneath him. His touch was like a white hot fiery magic that set fire to my blood and made me want more. I purred at the feel of his hot breath against my skin, giving me goosebumps as he pulled himself out of his pants. I licked my lips, wanting a taste of him and eagerly pushed him back on the sofa, settling myself between his legs. He watched me intently, eyes raking me with a lusty hot stare that made my cock twitch with need.

I forced myself to be patient and leaned down, taking him into my mouth, moaning at the taste of him. I expertly twirled my tongue around the tip of him, bobbing my head up and down. He hissed and moaned, sinking his fingers into my hair, nails scraping my scalp as he jerked me closer, thrusting his hips up. I opened my mouth a bit more and my throat, taking him in a bit further.

"God," Adam groaned after he came hard into my mouth, tilting his head back against the arm of the sofa, "We need to make this an everyday thing."

"I can't serve people with a sore ass." I reminded him after swallowing his fluids. Adam scoffed at that, then took his chance to push me back down. He drew my legs up roughly, then paused to hold up a finger for me to wait a second. I raised an eyebrow, then watched as he withdrew a tube of lubrication. Not cheap strawberry lotion, although, as Adam opened the tube and squirt the liquid out onto his fingers, I smelled strawberries. I stared at him.

"You bought strawberry lube?" I asked flatly. Adam shrugged.

"I got used to it." He answered. I smiled at that and slumped back down on the sofa, spreading my legs wider and reaching down between us to rub myself for a second, watching Adam's eyes darken hungrily. I reached down as far as I could, spreading myself for him.

"What're you waiting for?" I asked breathlessly. Adam flicked a tongue over his lips, fangs flashing in the light before he slathered his fingers against me. I moaned, closing my eyes in bliss as I let wet me before plunging himself deep inside me. A cry of elation escaped my lips at the fullness inside me and even more as Adam began to move, quick and hard. I panted, digging my nails into him and grabbing his hand, urging him to do the same. He obeyed, knowing just how I liked it, sinking his fingernails into my skin enough to draw blood. I moaned, climax building harder and faster as my body trembled with anticipation.

Release hit us both with a sharp blasting sensation of pure and utter ecstasy.

We slumped down on the sofa after a while, too lazy and tired to get up and clean anything. Adam and I just shared the glass of blood wine, laying on the sofa together, his arms around me, my hands resting on his as we stared at the TV screen, not really watching what was on it.

And that was how it was from then on.

No terrorist calls.

No one calling to ask for help.

No one calling to threaten us.

Unless you counted Seth. Otherwise, things were just how I had wanted them. Adam and I were working, our band was at a peak of popularity in the city, we weren't being evicted from our studio apartment.

Sure. There were still things that were wrong. There were still dangers out there and there were still problems we should solve, but to do all of that right now?

After years of suffering at the hands of Zephyra, I could really use a long, long break.

And this was it.

This was the happiness I had dreamt about.

Feeling Adam's warm body around me, his breath on my ear as he fell asleep behind me, fingers laced together, wedding rings glinting in the television light. I smiled, reaching out and picking up the remote to shut the television off.

Perfect.

THE END.

A/N: Yes, this is the end of the Sweet Trilogy with Julian and Adam. I'm sorry if the ending was a bit abrupt, but it seemed like a good stopping point. Now. Before you trudge off with the thought that the entire story is over... STOP. It ain't over yet. While the Sweet Trilogy is over, yes, there is a spin-off and that, ladies and gents, is The Vampire's Requiem II. It is the continuation of Newell's story. The first part came before the Sweet Trilogy, now the second part is AFTER it.

Hope that wasn't confusing. I shouldn't have made it like that, but oh well. It's done. SO YEAH. GO READ THAT.  Hope you enjoyed this story! Thanks for the comments, votes, and reads! See you in The Vampire's Requiem II!