Wayward Son [Zach]

[Milo Dakota Lark]

He'd made nearly three hundred dollars already this week, and it was only Thursday, so Milo decided to treat himself to a night off and a peaceful drink. Unfortunately, there was really only one place to go drinking in this stupid town, and drinking by himself in his dorm didn't sound like much of a celebration to him. So he was back at the Gateway, where he would have been anyway had he been working, but tonight it was for pure enjoyment.

Nursing a blood and beer by himself at a small table, he watched a small crowd dancing in front of the stage. He smiled to himself. Things had been going...suspiciously well lately, really. Well, school still sucked and his only friends were a socially retarded sorceress and a mentally retarded air faerie, but it was about enjoying the little things.

A wolf - someone he'd 'worked for' before - had been eyeing him for about fifteen minutes. Finally, Milo saw a meaty hand slam down on the top of his table. "You gone blind or something, kid?" he asked.

"I saw you. I'm not working tonight," Milo told him, his apathy spoken almost directly into his beer.

"Don't be like that. I'm sure you can make an exception." Which was annoying on its own, but then the dude made a huge mistake. He placed his big, nasty hand on Milo's shoulder and squeezed.

Milo stood up so fast, his chair went skittering out from under him, toppling to the floor. "Don't fucking touch me! I said no, so get out of my face!" he snarled.

The wolf glowered down at him, his lip curling in a sneer. "Awfully high and mighty for a dirty, useless whore." He turned and stalked toward the door. It took every ounce of self-restraint Milo had to keep from chasing him down and sinking his teeth into the bastard.

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Tagged: Zach!
Notes: zomgzach ily
Lyrics: Pretty Vacant by Sex Pistols
Credit: Chloe!

[zachariah levi carter II]

After his absence that'd spanned over a decent couple of months, Zach though he would've missed his place of work a bit more than he had. The old vampire had only had to be in the smokey and lurid establishment for the better part of an hour to come to terms and admit to himself that he hadn't. Zach hadn't missed the stench of stale alcohol and sickly perfume, like he hadn't missed the underage drunks and their overly frivolous dancing in scanty clothing. The Gateway seemed even more of a rotten place now than before he had left. Perhaps a change of occupation was due because he was only realizing now how sick he was of this mecca of sin.

Zach sat by the bar with a slight hunch over his glass of whiskey and blood, immersed in his own thought and trying to blot out whatever drivel was thrumming through the speakers. Something about easy sex or drugs, no doubt. He sipped calmly, inwardly cringing at the bland taste the drink had to him now his last meal had been a fae, and looked rather out of place in his blazer, vest and shined shoes.

Lost in a debate with himself on whether he should cut his holiday short by a couple of days just so he had the right to change the music, Zach's attention was brought to a sudden flurry of action by the table behind him. With an almost lazy sigh, the vampire turned in his seat, expecting it to just be two drunks doing what drunks do when annoyance is mixed with a couple of drinks too many. What he hadn't expected though was to see a scrawny little - he sniffed - vampire looking about as menacing as a puppy with - another sniff - a werewolf standing intrudingly in his personal space. The little one didn't look too inebriated, but definitely too young to be in here. Or, maybe. Zach's senses laced enough finesse to be able to tell from a sniff if the seemingly young vampire was actually a centenarian trapped in a youthful boy's body. But somehow he doubted that, judging by the way he chose to dress anyway.

The vampire drained the last bit of his watered, weak and flavourless whiskey and slid up to his feet to take a stride forward. Quietly, he bent his lanky frame slightly to scoop up the fallen chair and set it back on its four legs for the kid. But not before he caught the last, spiteful word spat to the vampire. Whore. Such a powerful yet dirty word, not apt for a child, surely.

"Why don't we sit and calm down?" Zach said, just loud enough to be heard over the buzzing of the music. "Before you do something you regret." He added on spotting the vampire's rather irate expression. The long-haired man took a seat himself and waved a passing barmaid down to order another whiskey and blood, as disgusting as he found them tonight. "It's a wolf. They're not worth the time; they taste like diseased vermin anyway so... just take a seat, vampire."

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[Milo Dakota Lark]

Milo nearly snapped at the other man that came up to him - nearly. His blood was simmering, but he still had enough sense not to start a bar fight right now. Besides, this was supposed to be a good night. So instead he turned and fixed a hard stare on the man for a long moment before complying with his request, obviously still unsure about him.

If he hadn't been able to tell by the scent (which was masked in a bar like this), Milo could more or less divine that the guy was a vampire by his words alone. Not just a vampire, one that had actually tasted wolf. Maybe he was old or something.

"Yeah, but the look on his face mighta been worth it," he grumbled. His hand closed around his beer again and he took a long drink. Milo raised an eyebrow at the man sitting across from him. "Who the hell are you anyway?"

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Tagged: Zach!
Notes: zomgzach ily
Lyrics: Pretty Vacant by Sex Pistols
Credit: Chloe!

[zachariah levi carter II]

What an angry, little thing. Zach could smell the irritation pulsing off him as he sat although his heightened senses only pointed out the obvious since the other vampire's mood was darkly clear on his youthful face. He took his drink from the barmaid once it was brought to him and the bonny girl went to jot it down on his tab. The cool ridge of the glass pressed gently on his lower lip as the kid spoke of how it might have been worth biting the dog just to see the look on his face. Zach snorted quietly and looked at him over the glass. "And then what? He dies and you find yourself being executed for it." Zach gave a small roll of his eyes before disappearing into his drink. "Very worth it if a deathwish is what you have." Teenagers and their recklessness. It was something that didn't change throughout the generations, as if it were firmly ingrained in them.

The older vampire took his time to answer the younger, placidly sipping on his whiskey that was - to be honest - just as bad as the one before it. It was weak and the human blood added to supposedly enhance its flavour did naught but dull the drink. Zachariah licked his lip and set his glass down on the table littered with dents from keys and crude graffiti carved into it. "I'm Zachariah. Just Zach for short. I work here as the music manager although... I'm supposely on holiday." He stole a quick glance over to the speakers that towered over the main floor where the drunk people danced as if they were having a sort of fit. "So the music tonight isn't my fault." Fair enough, some of the kids either liked it or had drank too much to care. Zach couldn't help but hope that it was the latter rather than the former.

"What was up with that fellow anyway?" Zach inquired, looking in the direction that the wolf had left. He didn't need a werewolf picking fights on his turf if that was the case. Zach took another small sip as he thought; he'd been gone a good couple of months and wasn't yet caught up on what'd happened in his absence. His dark brown eyes wandered back to the teenager he was sat with and his beer that was nearing empty. It wouldn't hurt to be polite, despite the kid's young age. "Want another?" Zach asked casually, gesturing at the nipper's glass with an uncurled and lanky finger. The ice cubes in his glass clinked together with every slight movement he made yet it was lost under the roaring and constant pumping of music. Zach looked over at the bar to see if there was an employee he could cheekily wave over again instead of getting up himself. Perks of being one of the managers that helped run this place somewhat smoothly. That and the tab that he was allowed to run up.

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[Milo Dakota Lark]

With the other guy gone, Milo was starting to cool off a bit. He fumbled in his pocket for a cigarette and lighter, needing something to do with his anxious energy. He stared at the other vamp. Zachariah. So he was old, then. No one these days would be caught dead with a name like that. Still, he didn't seem totally lame. At least he knew how shitty this music was.

Milo snorted because, if he only knew. "Yeah, not exactly what I wanna get killed over." He took a long, practiced drag on his cigarette, relishing the feel of hot smoke in his cold, dead lungs. Dying had made smoking rather more enjoyable. With a shrug he explained as if it were the most commonplace thing in the world, "Dude wanted to buy some ass, but the store's closed tonight."

And, alright, this guy could be upgraded to cool. Buying Milo booze was a sure way into his good graces. "Yeah, thanks, man. I'm Milo Lark." To make room for a new bottle of beer, he pulled the cigarette from his lips, balancing it between two fingers as he liftedhis first beer and drained the rest. He was clearly a boy that had been at this'd for quite some time.

[zachariah levi carter II]

Surely, he must've misunderstood the boy. He didn't just say what Zach thought he'd said. The elder vampire paused and watched the boy with careful, waiting eyes, his glass poised on his lips. After a handful of seconds there was no denying that there hadn't been a slip of the tongue and the thumping music hadn't made Zach mishear him. The boy was serious. He'd been selling game. And he spoke of it with such nonchalance that Zach was unsure whether to feel sorry for him or feel disgust at how men would willingly pay someone so young. Society had definitely decayed into something filled with filth and immorality. This poor child, was all Zach could think although he chose not to voice his opinion on Milo's 'profession'. Not yet anyway.

"Hm. Milo." Zach hummed, his drink finally leaving his lips. He'd drained more than a healthy mouthful of it; he'd sucked the alcohol right up so to keep himself quiet. "You seem rather young... Do you go to the Academy?" He better go to the Academy. Zach didn't know what he'd be able to say if he were faced with an underage and unschooled male prostitute sat close enough for him to touch. Zach'd never had a child of his own but he was known to sometimes care too much. Like when he used to feed fresh before he met Alejandro... he'd refrain from feeding from youngsters or anyone he knew had a child or two.

The same barmaid from before breezed past with Milo's beer and another drink for Zach. He gave her a grateful nod as she took away the younger's empty bottle. "I'm also going to guess that you're new about these parts... well, about the Gateway anyway. You're not a regular I recognize." There were quite a few faces Zach didn't recognize tonight. He supposed that a few things had changed and there'd been a steady influx of new students and locals during his absence.

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[Milo Dakota Lark]

Milo recognized the look on Zach's face. He'd gotten used to seeing it on medical clinic nurses and boys' shelter volunteers. It was pity, but restrained enough that he didn't mind so much. The cigarette slipped back between his lips, his mouth curved around it in a way that had originally been meant to attract customers bit which had since become habit.

Jerking his head in affirmation, Milo agreed, "Yeah, just got bit last year, they shipped me off here in the fall. People were sorta freaked cuz I guess I was too young to get turned." Milo just shrugged, not really caring one way or another. If they hadn't turned him, he would have been dead by now, probably.

He took his beer from the barmaid with a grateful nod. She was pretty cool. Usually half in the bag, but she never have him shit about his age. "So, Zach," he said, "we both work here, both on a break, and for some reason we both ended up here anyway. Dots this place secretly not suck or is Northvale just that lame?"