Chapter Text
{ 6 Months Later}
Alex laid in the middle of the road staring up at the stars. He was in the middle of nowhere, trees surrounding him at his head and feet. On his sides an on going road leading to who knows what.
Staring at the stars above him he thought of Michael but felt nothing. Before Alex could think of anything else a car screeched to a stop before the person could hit him. Alex simply looked over watching as a man got out of the car.
"Oh god!" The man panicked running to him, concerned. "Are you alright, sir?! Are you hurt?"
"I don't feel anything." Alex said with a dead tone looking back up at the stars. Which was completely true, he hasn't felt anything in months.
The man waved at him to stay put, "Imma grab my phone and call 911. Just don't move." Then he disappeared towards his car, reaching in grabbing his phone. Dialing the number he turned back and Alex was gone.
"What-" the man stepped forward confused. He looked around not seeing anything and started panicking going back to his car. Before he could reach the door Alex appeared in front of him, blocking his reach to the door.
"Oh fuck!" The man shouted, startled. Freaking out, the man looked back to where he was once laying then back at him, " Yo-you were just there and now… here. What the hell is going on?!"
Alex simply smirked, veins appearing under his eyes as they darkened. His fang attracted as launched at the man, ripping into his throat. Screams filled Alex's ears and carried through the night sky.
Alex watched the body sink slowly into the lack as his phone rang in his pocket. Rolling his eyes, he took his phone out knowing exactly who it was. The same person it alway been for months now.
"What?" He said trying to keep the irritation out of his voice when he answered.
"Alex," Max said in relief. There was a pathetic laugh of relief coming from the other man and it irked Alex further. " I keep expecting you to just not pick up one of these days."
Alex sighed, leaning against the safety railing trying to pick blood out from underneath his nails. He was already bored of this phone call.
"Ha-have you found anything yet?" Max asked after realizing Alex wasn't going to answer. "Any witch know how to bring Michael back?"
"No, none." Alex said, before licking the blood off his hand. At Max's sad silence, Alex silently groaned to himself. "Any witch I talk to is too scared to bring someone back from the dead. Especially of a different species they know nothing about. All of them think aliens go somewhere else than where humans or the supernatural go when they die."
"Like a different…. heaven or purgatory?" Max asked.
" Yeah, I guess. " Alex shrugged. " I'm still looking so. Don't have a breakdown yet. "
"Do you need any help?" Max asked after an uncomfortable amount of silence.
"Oh god no." Alex muttered by accident. "No Max. I'm good." He said properly after realizing he probably shouldn't say the other.
"Alex-" Max said but quickly trailed off, he sounded worried now. Concerned even more now. Crap, that was definitely not what Alex wanted. None of the others knew what he's been up to the past few months. They all just thought he was going insane because of his grief and looking for any way to bring his husband back. Which is half true but none of them knew about the emotion part. That he had none.
As it turns out even without any emotions when Alex was given a mission he was determined to complete it. And right now his mission is to find a witch who is willing to bring Michael back to life. To be fair he was doing it so the alien scooby gang would shut the fuck up finally.
~~~~~
"How did he sound?" Eduardo asked after Alex hung up on him.
Max was taken back, the more phone calls he and Alex shared the more detached Alex seemed. Like it was just annoying him. "Strange… he just sounds so…. Lifeless. "
Kyle and Greg shared a worried look. The other Manes man sighed, sitting down on one of the office chairs in Deep Sky.
"His husband died, he's dealing with his brother's blood on his hands… that's a lot for anyone to handle." Eduardo said, arms crossed with concern.
Max shook his head, feeling something in his gut telling him it's different than that. Well for one, he knows it's grief but it's almost like there's nothing. He remembered the way Alex was before he left. Like there was no trace of 'Alex' in him.
"Do you think we should go to him?" Kyle asked.
"Let's give it a bit more time but I think we need to do something soon." Max said he looked at his phone when he got a notification.
[Heath] -The serum test didn't work. We'll get to work on Jones healing cells now-
Max sighed, pushing back tears as yet another hell mary save for Michael didn't work. For months the same repeating pattern of nothing working, which is why Alex went looking for a witch. He wanted to go with him, just to be able to do something but Alex left before he could join.
"We'll keep an eye out for him." Max said as the other's nodded. "But I gotta go check on Isobel. You guys take care."
Kyle nodded as he left. Max ran a hand over his face, groaning. He was exhausted. He barely slept or ate lately. If this is how the others felt when he was dead he's forever in their depths.
~~~~
Alex pulled his shades off stepping into a small shop, the doorbell ringing in his ear as he opened and shut the door.
"Good afternoon, welcome." The worker behind the counter said.
Alex smiled sweetly but he couldn't care less. He looked around at the different items there, pretending to care and be interested. For a normal person it looked like a place selling natural home remedies and stuff, like a fake witch shop but hearing from other actual witches he knew this place was owned by a legitimate witch. Grabbing a few dumb fake colorful rocks and a "calming" necklace he moved to the counter, setting them down.
"Did you find everything okay?" The man asked politely as he reached for the items.
"Mmmhm" he hummed, reaching into his pocket. "And I'm about to get more of what I want." He said before pulling out his knife and stabbing his hand into the counter.
The man screamed like hell, tears flowing freely, " OH GOD, WHY?!" He cried, shaking from the pain.
"What do you know about a spell that can bring someone back to life?" He asked, unfazed by his dramatics.
"What?" He cried, blinded by his pain.
"A spell, damnit. To bring someone back from the dead." He snapped, rolling his eyes already annoyed at this woman.
He gritted his teeth in pain, his eyes shifted to anger. Clearly finally finding his strength he grabbed a cup beside him splashing the water inside on him, "Incendia!"
When nothing happened like the witch wanted he grinned, " Aw, trying to set me on fire? Seems like you're having trouble with your magic."
The witch panted getting frustrated, "What do you want?!"
Rolling his eyes, he swiped some blood pooling from the witches hand with his finger and licked it off before answering, "Are you hard of hearing? I said it twice. Bringing someone back from the dead, is it possible?"
He grimaced seeing him lick the blood from his finger, " You're a vampire." He says with disgust.
"Yep… spell. Do you know one?"
The witch glared at him, refusing to answer as he grabbed the handle of the knife, intending to pull it out. He grabbed his hand and squeezed until his bone cracked underneath the pressure.
"Ah! Ow! Ow! Stop!" He cried, tears filling his eyes once more. He squeezed harder until the witch finally shouted, "Fine! Fine!"
He let go finally, leaning against the counter waiting. The man grinded teeth before finally speaking, " yes, it's possible. But it's not something a basic witch knows how to do. It is very dark, dangerous magic. You need someone extremely powerful and not afraid to tap into that."
"And where do I find someone like that?"
" New Orleans usually. " He said hesitantly after a moment.
Alex hummed, nodding, swirling his finger in the pooling blood, ignoring the other man's whimpered cries, “ Now what about a witch named Lydia Delroblez?”
The man breathed heavily, shaking his head, “ you don't wanna mess with her-”
“I didn't ask that. I asked, Where is she?”
“New Orleans, she's there.” He said quietly, fight draining out of him." w-will you let me go now please?"
Alex considered it for a moment then pulled the knife from the man's hand. He sighed in relief, pain written all over his face. " thank y-" he was cut off by Alex slicing his throat with the knife. He watched as the witch choked and sputtered out blood slowly collapsing.
Grabbing a tissue he cleaned the splattered blood from him. Throwing it away he walked to the door and tipped over a burning candle. The store went up in a blazing fire as he left.
~~~~
Michael blinked awake, he felt like he was floating heavily being weighed down by an invisible force. He looked around confused and lost. It was dark but there was a subtle glow of red and purple in the sky. Wherever he was, it wasn't a place he was familiar with.
"Alex," he muttered, wanting and missing him. "Ale-!" It then all came back to him. The wedding, after, turning, dying, waking up to Alex and Max covered in blood, Flint lying dead before them, rushing to Deep Sky because of Jones then he and Jones dying. He's dead. The realization sent a dreadful chill through his body. "Oh god."
His eyes widened, running his fingers through his hair and clenching tight. He needs to find a way back. He can't be dead now, not yet. Michael looked around so confused on where he's at, “Where the hell am I?”
“Oasis,” a woman's voice said, he tensed up the voice sending chills through him. He didn't recognize it but it felt so familiar. Turning around and seeing who the person was brought tears to his eyes. The face he definitely recognized. But it wasn't the one that haunted his dreams for months after Caulfield exploded. But the face he saw in pictures of her back in 1947 through 1948. “ It's not exactly our planet but an afterlife version of it.” Nora said as she stepped down the front porch stairs with a gentle but sad smile.
Michael bursted into tears then and there.
~~~~~
Alex walked through the streets of New Orleans French Quarter, music and chatter filling his ears. The past couple of months he's got used to his hearing ability. On controlling what he tones into or what he can tone out. But at this moment as he was trying to find anyone mentioning the witches name he's looking for he could hear anything properly. There was too much talking, laughing and music coming from all different places.
Last week he found a witch he forced into doing a spell for him. A spell that would identify the witch that linked Jones and Michael. An older witch named Lydia Delroblez. A day ago he set a blaze to a witches shop with him in it after getting information on where she is.
Hearing nothing but drunken laughter and music, he groaned, finding the closest bar and went inside. His heightened sight adjusted to the bars deemed lights and the atmosphere around him. In here the music was calmer and the energy relaxing. It allowed his frustrations to cool down and for him to figure out his next move.
Moving through the crowd Alex went to the bar, getting the bartender's attention, “A number 15,” he said after scanning the menu of tequilas. Originally he was just going to get a beer but something told him he needed a harder drink.
The man behind the bar nodded, turning to another worker, “ Hey Sofie, a Jose Cuervo Platino.”
The young brunette girl nodded and got to work. Alex looked around the bar seeing how many people were there as customers and workers, how many exits and entrances were available. It was a habit he picked up from years of abuse and needing to be alert. Now it's a choice to find an exit just in case things turn south.
Looking around the bar he noticed certain aspects of it. Burned symbols on the wall, blended it enough for people to not see them but with his eyesight he could pick them up immediately. He then notices the salt lining the front door and an herb hanging right in the middle.
“Witches own this place,” he muttered quietly to himself.
“What was that?” Sofia, the other bartender asked as she put his drink down in front of him.
Alex looked back at her, eyeing her. He now noticed the underlying confidence that he learned witches held tightly. Like they were completely insensible but with how he's spent months killing many of them, he knew it wasn't true, not really at least.
“Nothing,” he said simply as he sipped his drink, eyes drifting to the display of drink on the back wall. Tucked in on the shelves were little voodoo dolls and books, herbs and other witchy useful things. “Actually-”
He stopped her from watching away. As she looked back at him his eyes connected with hers, “ Where can I find Lydia Delroblez?” He asked with an intention to compel it out of her.
Sofie's eyes widened slightly until they settled, he raised a brow then she finally answered, “ Lydia? She's usually at Jackson Square giving palm readings with others at the weekly market. I'm not sure where at this moment but she'll be there tomorrow.”
Alex picked up on her rising heartbeat and her quickened breath, “Are you lying?”
“No, I am not.” Sofie answered in a calm tone.
“Forget I ever asked anything, and when I leave here forget I exist.” He compelled her after a moment of doubt. He went back to his drink ignoring her running off to other customers, now wondering what he could do for the rest of the day. Being in a bar there was a possibility of taking someone back to his hotel room and relieve some tension.
His phone buzzed in his pocket, rolling his eyes, he down his drink waving for another. Taking out his phone he knew it was either Max, Kyle, Eduardo or Greg. None of them have left him alone for a day since he left or since Mich-
It grinded his last nerve getting messages and calls everyday from one of them, especially from Max. His calls and text ticked him off even more.
[Kyle- hey just checking. I hope you're okay. Call soon, or just come home. It's better to be with the one who loves you than be alone. ]
Grinding his teeth, trying to type back a reply, he groaned wanting to chuck his phone instead.
“Alex?!”
Pausing his brows furrowed as he turned around, “ Forrest?” Alex was honestly shocked. He never thought he'd see the historian again. In a lot of moments he forgot he existed. “Wow, fucking hell.”
Forrest ignored his dismay though and pulled him into a tight hug, “ God, it's so good to see. It's so weird. I got offered a job here and I was gonna decline but something just told me I needed to. And… here you are. Like fate.” He laughed, eyeing him in a way Alex once remembers.
He really doesn't care for it, all he can focus on is the small hint of blood on Forrest's skin. Like a small cut somewhere, maybe a paper cut or scratch but it made him very aware of all the blood coursing through him. Hearing it pumping, rushing through veins all through his body.
Alex's mouth watered at the thought of it, from the satisfied look on Forrest's face his eyes must have darken and he'd taken it as a different sign. A lust full one. But he would be wrong. It was lust for him but his blood.
“Alex… imma be honest, I haven't stopped thinking about you since I left.” He shot him a grin that made Alex repulse in disgust. “ and… you're here. So imma shoot my shot.”
Alex raised a brow.
“You wanna come back to my hotel room?”
The first thing he thought to do was to laugh. Was he serious? Then immediately a second thought came. Smirking, he stood up making sure his body rubbed against his, running his hand over Forrest chest, “ Yeah.. it's been a while since I gave a nice fuck.”
Forrest blushed at his sly smirk, understanding what he was hinting. The shorter man pulled out his wallet and paid for his drink before pulling him out the door with him and walking in a certain direction.
Alex suppressed an eye roll and gave a sweet smile instead. In all honesty, he hated sex with Forrest. He doesn't mind being on top, it obviously feels good. Anything does wrapped around your dick and from what you are attracted to. But he's a bottom. Alex loves getting fucked, being held down and taken or riding someone and having all control like that. He only tolerated sex with Forrest being it was his only option.
Halfway to the hotel, walking through an abandoned pathway, Alex was grinding his teeth. Forrest kept going on and on about his book, a new book he's working on. The only thing he ever seems to talk about. He kept going on and on about a future together, how they were clearly meant to be.
Walking up to a set of stairs leading down he was too annoyed and pissed to go with his original plan to drain the man of his blood. “Forrest!”
Forrest stopped talking immediately, eyes wide taken back.
“Imma just be honest because I've lost all patience. I don't care Forrest.” Alex shrugged. Forrest face fell confused and shocked. “All I wanted was a quick fuck and a drink but you seem to think we're in love and belong together in all honesty. .. I forgot you existed.”
“Alex-”
“ I teared up a bit and by the next day I was already in Deep Sky planning to protect Michael Guerin even if it killed me. And the next week I was back together with him because even though I told you you had nothing to worry about, it was a lie and within two months I married him.”
Forrest opened and closed his mouth and hurt taking over his expression, “You're married… to Michael Guerin? I thought it was over?”
“Mmmhm.. well kinda.”
“Wh-why are you coming with me then?! What the hell?” Forrest said, now angry and hurt.
“ because he's dead and I wanted to kill you.” Alex shrugged like it was obvious.
The other man's face immediately took on so many emotions Alex could laugh. He looked at him like he was crazy, “What?” he finally spoke, confusion and shock lining his voice.
“I said,” Alex's voice darkened as he stepped closer. “ I want kill you.”
Forrest backed up, almost tripping down the stairs but Alex caught him by the shirt. Holding his weight was easy, especially for his strength now.
“Bye bye.” Alex then let him go. The last thing Alex saw was Forrest's eyes widening before he started falling down the stairs. Series of grunts and cries left him until there was a crack and nothing else. Alex watched as blood pooled around his head, darkening the pavement and wetting his hair.
Stepping away, he went looking for another blood source humming to a song playing in a nearby bar.
~~~~~
“So this is Oasis?” Michael asked, sitting cautiously on a dining chair as Nora brought over two cups of hot…tea?
“A version of it, yes. I guess when we.. our kind dies we go here, home.” She said with a fond smile.
Michael's brows raised, feeling his heartbeat faster, “ This was our home?”
His mom nodded with a smile, “ Yea.. you grew up here for a bit. You were born here too.”
A tear threatened to fall as his eyes filled with tears. Words wouldn't come to him, he's always wanted to know where his home was. To know what it looked like. To know what his mother's voice would sound like, what it would be like to speak to her directly. Voice to voice, face to face. No glass or nightmare, dream being in the way. But it just felt wrong at this moment, especially with them being dead.
After a few moments he finally spoke, regret in his voice, “ I'm sorry. I wish I could be… I don't know. Happy? To see you but-”
“It's not your time yet. At least not yet” Nora answered for him.
Michael nodded a lump in his throat, “ I just got married.” He choked up thinking of Alex and what he must be going through. “ I… I don't want to be here yet, even if I get to see you and home.”
Nora smiled at the mention of his marriage, “ You got married?”
Michael immediately softened and nodded, “ Yea.. to the guy you saw at the… ya know. Alex.”
Nora smiled big, tears in her eyes, “ I had a feeling there was something.. big too. Cosmic even.”
A small chuckle left him, “ yea we say that to each other a lot.” He smiled fondly thinking of Alex, “ he's uh.. the love of my life, has been since I was 17. Been loving him every second since.”
His mom smiled happily, “ I'm so happy for you.”
Michael smiled, looking down at his tea, “ It's… been a roller-coaster. There's been ups and downs. There's been dumbass moments when we thought we could move on but we always find a way back to each other.”
He broke off in a scoff, looking down at his ring biting his lip, “ We wanted.. want to spend forever together. I need to find a way back to him.”
His mother's hand rested on his, Michael's breath caught quickly. He immediately clutched hers as she smiled, “ I don't know what we'll do from here but I'll get you back to him.”
Tears finally fell free and he cried nodding, “ Thank you.”
Nora's other hand reached up cupping his cheeks, “ You're my son. I will always help you.”
Michael tried to push back his tears as he gripped her hand tight. God he misses Alex so much like an ache in his body but he was so glad for this moment. To know she's okay and happy.
~~~~~
Alex pushed the body into the dumpster and let the lid close, “ Ugh.. worst part of all this, cleaning up the damn bodies.” He said as he walked away.
Emerging out from the darkened alley Alex walked down the street, licking the rest of the blood from his fingers. It was a surprise at how empty and quiet the New Orleans streets were. At this time of night he expected people to be partying and drinking. Crowding the streets with their obnoxious laughter and screaming.
*Clank*
He paused hearing the faint sound of something falling in one of the alleys. Looking down the open way he found nothing so he brushed it off and continued walking until. He suddenly heard a dozen heart beats all at once. Before he could react a sharp deafening pain shot through his head. Painful enough to bring him to his knees screaming.
Alex held his head, screaming until his face turned red. His ears rang and his head felt like it would explode. A sharp pitch went into his neck and his skin felt like it was burning from the inside. Slowly he faded away, his sight darkening until there was just black and he was out.
~~~~
Max sighed, carrying his uniform jacket and lunch bag from the Crashdown as he entered the station. He tried to ignore the ache from experiment after experiment failing. Work was his only outlet now. Especially since he didn't have Liz now.. again.
But he still tries to help her and Heath, help Maria with Greg, help Isobel in her grief and anger, and help Kyle and Eduardo with Alex. This was his own escape from reality.
“Ugh,” Sherif Taylor sighed exhaustedly, she was putting the office phone down with a devastating look.
Max sat his stuff down gently at his desk, watching her with concern, “ Is everything alright?”
Taylor looked up, taken back from his presence. Clearly hadn't heard him come in. She exhaled, shaking her head, “ That was a call from the New Orleans police department… Fo-Forest Long was found dead last night.”
Max stopped, shocked by the news. He didn't know Forrest very personally. He knows that Michael had interactions with him and well the whole him and Alex dated thing. Which he listened to his brother rant about that whole year.
But the news was so sudden.
“H-he was found at the bottom of the steps. They think he tripped, possibly drunk maybe. I've never heard of Forrest being careless while drinking.” Taylor said, tears filled her eyes. She knew many of those families personally. “ I just.. I don't know how to break it to the Longs, his parents just moved back here.”
Max shrugged, lost in words. All he could think about was Alex. How this will affect him. He's not sure of what their relationship was like but he was still worried. Thinking of Alex made him pause.
[ “where are you headed next?” He asked two days ago.
“New Orleans, I got a lead there on some witches. Probably will be there for a few days.” Alex answered.]
Max swallowed, a nauseous, sickening feeling settling in his stomach. It was the same he's been getting for the past couple of months. The sheriff continued talking but couldn't focus on any of it.
“I-I need to go.” He said before leaving without another word. Getting in his jeep he drove back home. Inside he stumbled over the mess in the living room. Over cans, pizza boxes, alcohol bottles.
Max scrambled through the mess of his makeshift bed on the couch and found the files he's been collecting since the second he got suspicious. Remembering each place Alex has gone the past six months.
[January 30, dead body found in Clovis, Mexico. ]
“ I'm headed to Clovis in a couple of hours. I heard some witch rumors there.” Alex told him the morning he left.
Max's heart raced, flipping to the next one.
[ February 5, body found in a motel room in Shamrock, Texas.]
“There's a witch near Shamrock, Texas. He's by himself, and works at a bar. I'll just ask a few questions.”
Max brushed it off at the time but then a second body was found along with the motel one. A male, head removed and set on fire. It was then things started to feel off.
The more files he looked through, the more it sank in that his dreadful suspicion was right. Each place Alex traveled a body or more were found.
The last one was 2 days ago in Mystic Falls, Virginia. A man named Kai, his body was found in a burnt down store. And Alex was there for information during that time. Now Forrest is dead and Alex is in the same place he's found.
Max ran his hands through his hair, panicked. Quickly grabbing his phone, he called Alex. “Please pick up. Fuck Alex what have you been doing?” He muttered. When the phone didn't pick up he resulted in calling Kyle instead.
“ Shit, Evans I just got off my lunch break.” Kyle said as he answered the call.
“We have a problem. I think Alex is killing people.”
“Wha-”
“I can't explain much over the phone, just get over here as soon as you can and get Greg and Eduardo.” Max said, staring at the dozens of files blaring at him.
~~~~
Alex jolted awake as a burning sensation formed on his arm. He screamed as his skin sizzled, “ Fuck! What is that?!”
“Vervain,” A woman said. Alex looked up, grinding his teeth at the pain. Her hair was red, definitely older than him. She scoffed, “ I should've known. Your humanity is off. That's why you're so careless in who you kill.”
He groaned realizing he's tied to a chair, and was weak as hell. Despite himself, his brows furrowed confused, “ humanity? What do you mean it's off? That makes no sense.”
The witch sighed, deflating and sat down on a nearby chair, “ How long have you been a vampire? You're completely clueless about everything.”
“I'm not clueless,” he said defensively. Finally taking in his surroundings, he looked around, it looked like he was in a crypt. “Why am I in a crypt? Isn't this supposed to be sacred grounds or whatever?”
“ New Orleans witch's magic is bound by their ancestors. So we practice and perform spells here. This is witch territory.” The red head said. “Why are you looking for me?”
Alexa angry flared, realizing this is the witch he's been looking for. Yanking his arms, he tried to get free of the restraints.
The witch, Lydia's brows furrowed watching his anger.
“wh-”
“ You're the witch that linked my husband and Jones together!” Alex shouted, pissed, tears pricked his eyes before he blinked them away. “He's dead because of you.”
Lydia's breath hitched, the realization of why his humanity is off becoming clear. A guilty look struck her face. “ I am so sorry. I hadn't realized what type of person Jones was at the time.”
Alex struggled to get free until he eventually gave up, breathing heavily, “Is there a spell to bring him back.”
“Your husband?” Alex nodded. “ There is but with a huge price. Not on I'm willing to pay.” Lydia said regretfully. She sighed, grabbing a knife and cutting his ropes, freeing him.
Immediately he wrapped his hand around her neck, choking her, “ That was stupid. I could kill you now.”
Lydia gagged, struggling to breath, “ I'm sorry, I know you're grieving and it hurts. Maybe not now with your emotions turned off but that just tells me how strong your grief and love was for your husband. But I have a husband and child too. The spell you want will cost my life. I can't leave them behind.”
Alex gasped quietly, letting her go at once. For a second he felt like crying, like a wave would consume him and everything would just come pouring out. Swallowing, he took a moment and shoved those emotions down not wanting to feel any of them.
“Look, I'll make sure none of the other witches come after you. I can help. I have a friend who's a vampire. She can help your with this-”
“No,” Alex cut her off, not wanting to deal with any of this anymore. He was suddenly so tired. Months of looking for the witch that helped Jones, now he just had no energy for it anymore. “ Forget it.”
“Wai-”
He left in a blur before she could finish. Leaving the cemetery he stopped in an enclosed alley somewhere in the French Quarter. Alex leaned his head against the brick wall behind him, feeling drained of everything for the first time in months. Emotionally drained in six months. Physically drained since he became a vampire.
Closing his eyes, Michael's face flashed in his mind. His smell in his nose, his voice in his ears. It was like he was right there, in front of him. Alex leaned forward, aching to feel Michael's presence but was met with nothing.
A desperate, heartbreaking whimper left him, “ No, no, no. FUCK!” He cried, pushing his hands into his eyes. Alex groaned, finding that part in his mind again and pushing it all down until he felt nothing at all. It wasn't ideal but he could handle this pain. It was unbearable.
Letting his body calm down, he took a deep breath opening his eyes feeling nothing.
~~~~
“Why do you think it's Alex though? Despite him being a vampire now he's not like that?” Eduardo asked, concerned.
Max sighed, staring at the files, “ I don't want to believe it. I know Alex isn't like this but vampire stuff is out of our knowledge. There's probably stuff we won't understand. He's grieving badly right now, who knows how his heightened emotions will handle it.”
Eduardo sat on the nearby armchair sighing.
“He was different before he left. It's… possible something could be different with him.” Kyle spoke up, his face was pinched with concern. “ Crap. What do we do?”
Max's breath hitched, “we're not doing anything bad to him. I swore Michael I'd protect Alex. He's family now. Imma protect him just like I do with Michael and Isobel and… everyone else.”
Kyle gave him a sympathetic look knowing what he was originally going to say, then he sighed, nodding. “ I'm all for protecting him. As messed up and immoral it is.” He shrugged, looking at one of the files, “ he's my best friend. Can't turn my back on him.”
Max nodded, looking over at Greg there was a sullen look on his face, “ Greg?”
Greg looked up, having been quiet the whole time he sighed, “ I just… he's so unrecognizable.”
“Gr-”
“He killed Flint… then Jones and now so many more people. I just.. I don't know”
Max sighed, “ Greg I get it. But Flint was because Jones was controlling him and provoking Alex. And Jones needed to be put down anyway.”
“What about the others?”
“ I can't excuse those. Obviously.” Max said. “ but.. he's family. We can't turn our backs on him.”
Greg sighed, shaking his head.
Max looked at Kyle concerned. Kyle shrugged it off, muttering "don't worry about it.”
~~~~
Alex walked into the same bar as before, going up to the counter. The first person to see him was Sofie. Her face immediately turned red and her eyes wide, “ Wh-” she broke off clearing her throat. “ What would you like?”
Alex smirked, taking a seat, “ Same thing as yesterday.”
Sofie nodded stiffly, reaching for a glass. Alex watched her.
“I know you're a witch and I know you told Lydia I was looking for.”
Her heartbeat quickened, her breath hitching, “ I-I don't know what you talked about.” she said rather too quickly.
“Your quickened heartbeat and stuttering says different.” Alex said with a slight scoff. “I'm not gonna do anything to you. But just wanted to warn you, if you try anything I will.”
“What about Lydia?”
“She's fine, I just want a couple of drinks.” Alex said as Sofia handed him the glass. Drinking a couple of sips then talking more since she wouldn't go away, “ Ok fine. I originally planned to kill her but.. I don't have the energy anymore. So no need to worry about your witch friend.”
Sofie eyes him for a moment before carrying on to another customer. Alex sighed, drinking his tequila. An Hour and Half went by with him sitting quietly drinking, Sofie would serve him quietly. On his fifth drink his phone rang just as he picked up a conversation from the back corner.
“Just go up and ask him.” A man said as he picked his phone up from the bar and read the caller ID. [Kyle]
Alex eyed it for a moment, his attention being taken away from the group of men in the corner. He eyes them through the bars back wall mirror before averting his eyes back to his phone.
“I can't just-”
“Yes you can,” one interrupted the other. “It's your bachelor party. You have two more days of freedom, let's knock this outta the bag one last time before your tied down forever.”
Alex's nose scrunched, he hated guys with that type of mortality in mind. Ignoring them, he clicked ignore on his phone then took a sip until another part of the conversation hit him.
“He's hot, brunette, full lips, definitely a full ass. I know you saw when he walked in.” One of the others, a blonde man said this time.
One other man scoffed, “ A bisexual walking wet dream. He has both feminine and masculine vibes.”
Alex hid a smug look in his glass knowing they were talking to him.
The other man they were talking to, the guest of honor or whatever huffed, hesitantly. His heart beating fast in his chest and elsewhere, “ I..I don't know, we haven't done that in a while not since before Cassy.”
Alex raised a brow, waving for another drink. Sofie came over grabbing the glass, he looked through the mirror back to the group finally getting a good look at them. It was four guys. A blonde, two black haired guys and the one who looked like the guest of honor has brown wavy hair and a strong jaw. They weren't bad looking, not necessarily his type but good looking in general.
The one with brunette hair and dark eyes looked up just in time to meet his. From across the bar Alex could hear his breath hitch even over the noise and music. He eyes the man before looking back down at his drink.
“ Just give it a shot. One more time man.” The blonde encouraged him.
“Fine,” the brunette said with a nervous huff, “ Fine. I'll ask. Y'all better have condoms or something.”
Then Alex heard shuffles and quiet chuckles.
“ Always do, buddy.” One said as the brunette's feet were making its way towards him.
Alex shifted, pretending to be completely unaware of the conversation evolving him. A second later the brunette came up beside him, leaning against the bar trying to seem casual as hell.
Alex looked slightly at him as he chuckled nerves.
“Hi…. This is weird. Um it's just I, me and my friends saw you here and well-”
“ you four wanna fuck me.” Alex interrupted him and caught the man off guard. He smirked at the brunette's shock. “ I noticed the way you and your friends were eyeing me.”
The brunette stuttered, cheeks red. At least he had the decency to look ashamed of himself. Alex looked the brunette up and down then looked at his friends then back to the one in front of him.
“I-I… I'm so-”
“Kinda makes me feel like a doll on display that's ready to be used.”
The brunette shut his eyes, “ I'm-”
Alex thought for a moment and decided to finally do the one thing he hasn't in months. Reaching out he grabbed the man's tie, pulling him close and getting off the bar stool, “ I like it. I want you to. You and your friends. I want you to use me. Fuck me.” He said deeply, dropping his voice low.
His breath hitched, heart beating fast, “Okay.. okay yes. We can.” His mind seemed to go blank so Alex took charge, grabbing the man's hand and moved towards the table with his friends.
“Where are you staying?” He immediately asked the others, taking them off guard. They looked between each before one of the blonds grinned, turning back to him.
“ We'll take you.” He got up, following the others from their booth. “My name's Jack by the way.” He said rubbing Alex's arm gently.
Alex looked down, eyeing the arm then looked up, “ Alex, so are we gonna get this show on the road or stand here like idiots.”
Jack chuckled, leading him out the bar with the others in tow.
“He's not picking up.” Kyle said.
“Fuck, we need to get him home or go get him ourselves. This is bad.” Max said.
Isobel scoffed from the couch, “ Do y'all seriously believe Alex is killing people? That's just ridiculous.”
“We know it is but.. there's proof pointing towards him.. we just wanna talk to him. Figure out what's going on?” Kyle said.
Isobel shared a worried look with Maria and Liz as they sighed. Liz grabbed her phone, calling Alex's phone.
Alex tossed his phone aside letting Dylan the bachelor man pull him in close and kiss him. The moment they got to the hotel Dylan's shyness changed to confidence. Alex moaned, feeling lips and hands touching him.
Not once in six months has he let anyone touch him, not like this. Not once has he dared to have sex with anyone because no one is Michael.
Ignoring the nagging feeling that something was wrong, he pulled Jack closer, moving to kiss him. His brows furrowed when he realized the lips felt wrong. Feeling annoyed, he grabbed one of the others hands and pushed it up his shit feeling them pinch and play with his nipple.
Alex let out a frustrated groan, everything feeling wrong as he was pulled close by another as Jack and Dylan removed his shirt. Hands palmed his ass and chest. Leaning his head back he let the men kiss his neck and along his chest trying to lose himself in the feeling.
“Fuck.” He muttered.
All he could think about was how wrong everything was. The lips were wrong. The touch wasn't right. Too soft or too rough but not right. The hands weren't callused enough. The kisses weren't right.
Alex groaned, “Fuck.” Realizing why it all felt wrong. “ fucking hell. Dame curly cowboy.”
“What?” Dylan asked as he reached for his pants.
He shook his head, now irritated by every touch and kiss and frustrated. Anger built up in Alex as the men kissed and pulled at him. Jack's hand slipped into his pants and he snapped. Grabbing Jack's head, he snapped his neck, killing him.
The men screamed as his body fell to the floor. Alex grabbed one of the brunette's and ripped into his neck, anger and frustration coursing through him. He was so angry at Michael for ruining him. Even with his humanity off and his heart feeling nothing the cowboy was imprinted into his body, where only he could think of him now. His body and soul memorized Michael to an annoying extent.
Blood dripping down his mouth and neck, he pulled away dropping the body and grabbed the other snapping his neck. Dylan panicking trying to open the door, tears streaming down his face begging.
“Oh god. Please don't. I'm getting married soon please.”
“And yet you're here, ready to have a… what fivesome with your best friends. Honestly your fiancé is better off.” Alex said, anger filled him when he realized why he said yes to this. Dylan looked like Michael in a way. In his anger his fist went into Dylan's chest, wrapping around his heart and ripped it out.
Dylan fell, blood pooling from his chest. Alex stared amazed then dropped the heart.
“Huh, I didn't know I could do that.” Alex said, stepping over the body.