And now for something completely different. My first ever fic including a vampire as one of the main characters. Just a little idea that came to me and unsure how it will turn out or how long it will go on, but I hope you enjoy. All reviews and feedback greatly appreciated and as per the summary, note this is M/M (slash), so if that's not your thing, turn back now. It's also rated M for language, lemons and possible violence so under 18's better click on the 'x' and read something else :o)

I will still be updating Never Too Late until it's finished and there will be a new chapter up shortly, but thought I would throw this into the mix as well. Hope you like.


It was only a matter of time before I got sprung by Embry. He had been my best buddy since kindergarten and I don't know how long I thought I would be able to keep it a secret. He wasn't blind or stupid, but I never said anything and he never asked. Somehow I had always managed to keep my thoughts suppressed when the pack was phased although none of us had done that in over four years. Embry finally opened his mouth on my twenty-first birthday when there was practically an orgy going on in my house and I was keeping out of it.

"You ok?" he asked, catching up with me in the kitchen where I was digging more beers out of the refrigerator.

"Yeah, why?"

"You're hiding in here," he pointed out.


"There's half a dozen girls out there panting for you," he added.

I shrugged. "You know I don't fuck around," I muttered.

"I sometimes wonder if you fuck at all," Embry said. He leaned against the kitchen counter and stared at me. "Are you gay?"

I opened my mouth and nothing came out of it. I closed it again and swallowed. "Why do you say that?"

"Just wondering. I don't think I've ever seen you get it on with a girl. Well, when we were sixteen maybe, but not since."

"Maybe that just means I'm not a slut," I grunted, bending down and sticking my head in the refrigerator while I grabbed some more bottles, hoping my face didn't look as red as it felt.

"Come on, Jacob, I thought we told each other everything," he said. I straightened up, wondering if I should just tell him. I glanced at the open door. He followed my eyes, stuck his foot out and kicked it shut. Then he folded his arms and fixed his not-giving-up stare on me. "Well?"

"Why's it so important?" I prevaricated.

"It's not. You're the one who's making a big deal out of it by acting like you've got some big secret going on, so I figured, either you're in love or you're gay and I doubt it's the former since I never see you with anyone."

"So you assume I can't possibly be in love, so I must be a fag?"

"You can just say you're not, you know," Embry said with a grin.

I glanced at the closed door again.

"You think I'll tell the others whatever you tell me?" he said, his grin vanishing to be replaced by a slightly hurt expression.

I shook my head. "Sorry, no. Alright, I like guys, okay? I like both. Are you happy now?"

Embry grinned again. "Jeez, Jacob, it's like pulling teeth with you," he said. "Did you think I'd have a problem with what you're into?"

I shrugged again and stared at the cupboard to the left of him.

"You're so uptight," he continued. "What the hell does it matter? If you like girls or guys or goats, for Christ's sake, I don't give a shit. So are you seeing anyone?"

"No," I said.

"Why the hell not?"

"I'm picky, you know that part," I said.

"Yeah, don't I," he laughed. "The only girl you ever showed any interest in at school was Bella Swan."

I grinned despite myself. Bella's Dad was a cop and very protective of his little baby girl. I'd spent the best part of a year trying to get into Bella's panties. I wouldn't give up though, despite the fact that several other girls were after me and I could have had any one of them instead. In the end I got around Bella, took her to the prom and deflowered her. I avoided her like the plague afterwards, having discovered she was a whining, clingy depressive sort, and I had been lucky her Dad didn't find out and shoot me. It was right around then I decided the thought of cock was much more enticing than pussy.

"How long have you liked guys?" Embry asked.

"I don't know," I lied. "Years."

"Yeah, but do you just think about it and wonder, or do you do anything about it?"

"What do you want out of me? Every little detail?" I grumbled. I was embarrassed at the thought of telling him anything about me and guys. Admitting it was hard enough. I still had visions of him running straight to Quil, the other guy we were both closest to, and bursting out with, 'hey, did you know Jake bats for the other team?' or something similar.

"A couple of vague hints would be better than nothing. Like how many guys have you screwed? Something like that."

I opened my mouth and then shut it again as the door burst open and Paul came in looking for beers.

"Just getting some," I said, passing him a couple of bottles.

"Thanks." He retreated and I made to follow him.

"Jacob!" Embry exclaimed. I glanced over my shoulder.

"Two," I said and made my escape.

That was all he said on the subject for the rest of the night, but he continued to be a thorn in my side until I agreed to let him drag me to the Sun Lounge in Port Angeles one Saturday night. I spent the whole drive over there thinking it was a lousy idea. I had never been to a place like that in my life and had no idea why I had agreed to it, but after an hour or so I didn't feel particularly uncomfortable about it any more. The Sun Lounge wasn't exactly a gay club, but more gay people than straight went in there. I guess you would call it a kind of strip joint. They had both male and female dancers, alternating between the sexes. Embry wasn't interested in guys, but he wanted to shove me into getting some action and I decided at least the club would be fun. He enjoyed himself watching the female strippers which cavorted about constantly and the scantily clad barmaids.

We sat at a cocktail table close to one of the dance podiums, which at that point had a girl on it wearing cat's ears, a long fluffy tail attached to the back of her panties, thigh high black leather boots and nothing else. Embry watched gleefully and I alternately watched her and grinned at him. When she stopped and waited to see if any customers would give her a tip, Embry rose, a slight blush on his face and tucked a twenty dollar bill into the side of her panties. She treated him to a sexy smile and left the podium.

It remained empty for five minutes and then the next dancer appeared and climbed up on it. This one was a guy and my attention was immediately caught. It wasn't much to do with what he was wearing, which wasn't a lot. He had on a black lycra G-string, black suede cowboy chaps with fringes, cowboy boots and a stetson. His hair was collar length and a kind of dirty blond. I stared and was immediately aware of Embry staring at me. I glanced at him and raised one eyebrow. He just grinned.

I looked back up at the dancer. He moved with the music, but I mainly looked at his face when it was turned my way. His skin was incredibly pale, eyes a curious swirling gold colour, although that could have been the lighting. What struck me most was that I'd never seen anyone look so lost and hopeless and so desperately unhappy. He looked like he would have given anything to be somewhere else.

He seemed to realise I was paying more attention to him than any of the other club goers and he turned more towards our table, not catching my eye, but appearing to stare at the bottle of beer on the table in front of me. I smiled slightly and tried to make it obvious I wasn't leering. The poor guy looked as if he would run a mile if someone tried to touch him.

When the music changed it was the end of his dance and he paused for a moment for tips. No one else was really paying him any mind.

"Go on, then," Embry said with a grin. "Give him a tip."

"Fuck off," I muttered, but I got up and pulled a bill out of my pocket. I sure as hell wasn't going to tuck it into his underwear. I put it into his hand. I didn't actually touch him, but pulled my hand back before his fingers closed over it.

His eyes met mine for a moment. I was right, they were a honey gold colour and almost seemed to be glowing.

"Are you ok?" I asked softly.

He gave an almost imperceptible shake of his head, but didn't speak.

"What's your name?"


"Jacob." I gave him another smile and tried to think of something else to say, but the next performer was approaching the podium and he was forced to step away.

"I'm sorry, I have to go." He walked away slowly, head down and I returned reluctantly to the table, following Jasper with my eyes as he walked off. He glanced back once over his shoulder before he disappeared through a door to the left of the bar.

"Jeez, Jacob, don't get with a stripper, he's probably riddled," Embry groaned, wrinkling his nose.

"I can look, can't I?" I said idly, grabbing up my beer and draining the last of it from the bottle.

"You don't have to have a conversation with the little slut. Add to that, he's a leech."

I turned to look at him and raised an eyebrow. I must have drunk more than I thought if I hadn't picked that up.

"Couldn't you smell him?" Embry added, pulling a further disgusted face.

"No, actually. And it was your idea to give him a fucking tip," I reminded him.

"Yeah, well I thought you were in danger of sitting there all night doing nothing," smirked Embry. "I don't think much to your taste though."

"Go to hell. Want another?" I tilted my empty bottle in his direction and he nodded. I got up and headed for the bar.

"Two beers, thanks," I said to the girl wearing only a push-up bra and shorts behind the bar as she leaned towards me. She nodded and snagged two bottles from the chiller behind her. I handed over a bill and told her to keep the change, just as a guy in a suit appeared at my side, a sly smile on his face. My eyes narrowed.


"I'm Steven, the manager here. You and your friend enjoying the dancers?" he asked.

"I guess."

"You can book a private dance for a hundred bucks."

"No, thanks."

"Fifty a piece if you don't mind sharing," he added.

"Yeah, well we don't have the same taste." I grabbed one of the bottles and gulped some of the cold beer.

"Jake, how long does it take to get a couple of beers?" Embry grumbled, appearing at the other side of me suddenly and snatching the second bottle.

"Excuse me, I was just discussing our private dancing options with your friend," Steven said, looking past me at Embry. I groaned inwardly.

"Oh, were you?" Embry grinned. "How much?"

"Shut it, Em," I hissed.

"A hundred per dancer."

"How about I shout us both?" Embry smiled wider and pulled out his wallet.

"Em, forget it, ok?" I growled. "What's wrong with you?"

"Might as well make the most of it since we're here." He ignored me and began counting out the bills. "The kitten and the pale guy in the cowboy outfit, ok?"

"Embry, Jesus!" I hissed. "Make you mind up, you said the guy's probably riddled."

"Yeah, that was when I thought you were about to run after him and ask for his number, or a date, God forbid," he said quietly.

"Certainly." Steven whisked Embry's money out of his hand in a second and began walking towards the back of the club, one hand raised to beckon us to follow him.

"Em, I'm going to kill you later," I muttered, following reluctantly.

"Yeah, you'll love it. About time you had some excitement."

"Not this kind."

"You know, for a cool rock singer, you're a hell of a bore," Embry pointed out. "Just go with it for once. You don't have to do anything, do you?"

"Fine." What would it hurt, I thought. I liked the look of the guy, didn't I? Leech or not. Embry was right, sometimes I was too uptight for my own good and the thought of the little vampire dancing just for me had my pants beginning to tighten.

The pair of us were led out of the main club down a narrow corridor, a doorway every few yards, some with curtains drawn across.

"Shit, this is so seedy," I said under my breath. "What the hell am I doing?"

Embry was marching ahead behind Steven and I just knew he was grinning from ear to ear thinking about getting a lap dance from the cat girl. I actually couldn't imagine anything worse. I didn't want or need to pay for anything and this was nothing short of embarrassing, not that my cock seemed to agree at that moment.

"Jessica! In here, babe!" Steven called out suddenly, halted outside one of the unoccupied rooms and a moment later the kitten appeared at the end of the corridor and began to bounce towards us, a huge smile on her face, her breasts bouncing in time to her steps. She ducked into the room and Embry followed eagerly. The curtain was drawn across and I was left there in the corridor with the manager. He ushered me into another room and I hovered uncertainly for a moment, then sat down on the velvet couch to one side of the room.

"Jasper!" Steven bellowed.

"Do I have to?" I heard a timid voice outside ask a moment later.

"Don't argue with me, you worthless little shit! Get in there!"

My eyes widened in horror and my half-erection subsided rapidly as I wished again that I hadn't agreed to come to the damned place. Jasper lurched into the room suddenly, almost tripping and the curtain was yanked across the doorway behind him.

", Jacob," he stammered. He looked as if he wished the floor would open up and swallow him and I guessed if he had been capable of blushing his whole face would have been suffused with colour.


"You paid for me?" he said, sounding surprised.

"My friend did."

"Oh. I've this before. I've only been here a couple of weeks." He went to the hi-fi in the corner, selected a track and switched on the music.

"You look like you wish you were somewhere else," I commented, noting the way he trembled slightly.

"Yeah, well, I need the money." He stood in front of me, avoiding my eyes.

"Do you get any of the hundred bucks for this?" I asked.

"Yes, half."

"Sit down and talk to me," I said suddenly, scooting along the couch to make room for him. His mouth fell open.

"But...I'm supposed to dance."

"You don't want to."

"But you paid..."

"I paid for your time, so I guess that means you do what I ask so long as I don't touch, right? So sit down and forget about dancing."

I must be going soft I thought, as he perched himself gingerly on the cushion next to me. I didn't particularly want a lap dance, but I could have at least got something out of it. But no, I had to go and feel sorry for the little leech like the fool I was. Embry would fall on the floor laughing if he could see me.

"What do to talk about?" Jasper asked shyly.

"Anything. You. How did you come to be working in this shit hole?" I turned to look at him and waited for him to answer, eyeing him curiously. He looked young, probably no more than eighteen, or at least no more than eighteen when he was changed. For all I knew he may not even have been born in this Century.

"It was all I could find to do. I'm kind in town. I needed something to pay the rent."

"You're a newborn?" I asked.

"Near enough, know? Are you worried that I might...? I mean, I won't, know, they'd fire me if the clientele started disappearing."

"No, I'm not worried. I'm a wolf," I told him. "I could probably hold my own."

His eyes widened and he edged away from me.

"I didn't know. I mean, I couldn't tell. Normally I can...uh..." he stammered.

"Smell dog?" I grinned. "Yeah, well normally I can smell vampire, but not with you strangely. I'm no threat to you. At least not unless you get hungry."

"Well, I feed on animals, not humans, or wolves even," he said. "So I'm no threat either."

"That's good to know." I knew the Cullen family near Forks, a strange bunch of vampires living in the woods, did the same thing and called themselves vegetarians. Weird as hell, but at least they had never been a threat. "So how long do I get for my hundred bucks?" I asked him now.

"Um...until you...get off, I guess."

"I got a lot of self control," I grinned. "Might take me a while."

"So, can I ask something about you?" He treated me to a small smile and flashed impossibly white and sharp looking teeth.

"Sure, what do you want to know?"

"Well, you look sort of familiar somehow. Like I might have met you before. Are you famous or something?"

"Not yet," I snorted. "Maybe one day. I sing in a band. Wolfpack. Pretty original, huh? We've played clubs around Washington and Oregon and I guess we got our pictures in the music press a few times."

"Rock music, right?" Jasper smiled wider. "I saw you in Portland maybe a year ago. Jacob Black, isn't it?"

"Yeah. Is that where you're from? Portland?"


"How long have you been...? You know."

"A leech? You can say it. Three hundred and forty-one days. It was my nineteenth birthday." His smile disappeared. "You don't want to hear about that."

"Yeah, I do. I paid for you to talk, remember." I looked at his sad face and wished I could have reached out to touch him. Ridiculous that I would feel sorry for a vampire and a seedy little stripper at that, but I couldn't help it. He had sparked my interest and I wanted to know more.

"Jacob, are you done yet?" To my intense annoyance Embry's head appeared around the curtain and his mouth fell open as he noted us sitting on the couch, a couple of feet between us, looking anything but sexy. "What the fuck are you doing? Hell of a waste of a hundred bucks. Jesus, you really need to loosen up."

"Will you fuck off?" I snapped.

The curtain was yanked aside and Steven appeared beside Embry. "Clearly we're done. Jasper, get back to work. Collect your money at the end of the night."

Jasper sprang up and scuttled out of the room without a backward glance and I got to my feet, scowling.

"I hope he gave you your money's worth," Steven frowned.

"He was well worth the money," I said firmly. "I was just saying thanks. In fact I was going to give him a tip, but I guess I didn't get around to it. Here." I pulled an additional twenty bucks out of my pocket and handed it to him.

"That good, huh? It was his first booking," Steven said in surprise.

"Yeah, that good. I'll be back." I stepped out of the room quickly and began to hustle Embry away before he could say anything.

"You'll be back? What the hell is the matter with you? You weren't even doing anything. Or rather he wasn't. Did you seriously just sit there and talk to him?" Embry said in amazement as we walked out of the club into the fresh air.

"Yeah, so? Did I say I wanted a lap dance? No. I felt sorry for the kid, alright? He didn't want to do it any more than I wanted him to."

"He's a fucking stripper, Jacob, it's his job," Embry snorted. "Plus he's a leech. You're not supposed to feel sorry for them, they're disgusting."

"Yeah, alright, you can drop it now. Here." I pulled more bills out of my pocket and held out a hundred towards him.

"What's this?"

"You think you wasted your money," I grinned.

"Jerk." He ignored the money and shoved his hands into his pockets. "I just wanted you to loosen up. You can pay for the motel rooms."

"What, we're staying over?"

"Duh," Embry rolled his eyes. "How many beers did you drink? Even more than me so neither of us can really drive. Besides, I'm not sitting in the car for over an hour with fucking sticky pants."

"You're an animal," I grimaced.

"No, just got my money's worth, that's all. Are you really coming back here again?"

"Maybe," I said.

Would I come back, I wondered? Did Jasper really interest me that much? Did I want to risk spending any more time with a bloodsucker? Somehow I found the idea exciting and I guessed that I probably would come back although I doubted I would tell Embry when I was doing it. That would have to remain my little secret.