Chasing The Dragon (Zakar)

[Darnell (DELETED 5437)]

***The First Night***

The young man was sharply dressed in his favorite suit. Purple with subtle lavender pin stripes, a crisp white shirt, matching tie with a diamond pin, and a fedora with a band around it that matched the tie to top it all off. His shoes were polished to a high shine and his makeup was flawless. He gave himself one last look in the floor length mirror and smirked. "You is one fine *** mother ******." He said to himself with a grin, then slipped out the door of his hotel room and headed off to meet his contact.

Twenty minutes later he entered the club, the throbbing music accompanied by packs of gyrating bodies. He ignored it all and looked for the VIP area. Squaring his shoulders, he moved to the roped off corner and after a few quiet words and an exchange of Benjamin's he was through and moving up a dimly lit staircase. There was only one door in the hallway, and that was guarded by a tall, burly man who earned a very appreciative stare from Darnell. The man simply opened the door, ignoring the flirty glances. With a sigh, Darnell sashayed in and looked around the room.

It was a dealers paradise. Neat stacks of money and drugs were sitting on the desk and the tables in the room. The head honcho was ensconced in a chair with a voluptuous woman on either side. Ignoring the eye candy, he took a seat and smiled.

"I'm told you got some fine product you need moved to the states?" He jumped right to the point, not interested in any thing but the thought of money and his next high. He did accept the glass of champagne that was offered, sipping it slowly. He'd already had a few drinks and could feel the liquor working it's way through his body.

"I do." Said the man sitting across from him. "And I'm told you're the one who can move it." Darnell nodded and inched forward to sit on the edge of his chair.

"I am, and I can. But I gots a reputation to uphold. It better be worth the cost of the airline miles I spent getting here or there's no deal." His arms came to rest on his knees as he and the dealer stared at each other. After a few moments, there was a slight nod, and another piece of eye candy walked over. She leaned over Darnell, her movements suggestive and her shirt cut way to low. He wasn't interested in her body, only the thin white powdery lines that were on the mirrored tray. With a wave of his hand, he flicked the woman away and leaned forward.

***Three Hours Later***

The product was as good as he'd been told, and he'd spent the last few hours drinking and partying after the deals had been made. Money and product was exchanged, and Darnell felt it time to go. Drunk and high, he felt as if he were floating down the sidewalk rather than walking. Tucked in his designer messenger bag were two bricks of the finest cocaine he'd ever had. He couldn't keep the grin off his face as he bobbed down the street, weightless as a balloon.

And that was when he saw him, chocolate eyes landing on the finest male he had seen this far north of the border. Tall, broad shouldered with lean muscle and a strong back that tapered to a narrow waist. The black slacks the man wore cupped an *** that was made to be squeezed. He let his eyes roam over the other male as he followed him down the street. He was curious, intrigued and definitely lusting after this perfect stranger. Picking up his pace, he managed to catch up to him, sliding an arm over the other mans shoulders.

"Well hello there sexy. What do you say to you and I returning to my hotel room together?" He tried to pull the other man close, making his intentions clear, even if his words were slurred a bit and his eyes slightly glassy.

[Zakar]

He wanted a drink, several in fact. While he couldn’t taste the alcohol, he was able to feel the effects of it, and it was the temporary, though sweet oblivion he sought. His dearest friend and confidant had left to find herself and while he had Kleo, his sire, and even Velveteen to talk to, it simply wasn’t the same. He sighed and continued down the street, avoiding The Necropolis. Aysel wasn’t here to tend bar and he was not inclined to drink there if he didn’t have her talk to. Club after club he passed, the smells and sounds emanating from within each one holding no appeal at all. Perhaps it had to do with the fact that he hadn’t fed yet?

Yes, that was it. He needed to feed, preferably from a female. While he normally drank his blood from a bag, occasionally he drank from humans. Again, females were his preference. Specifically ones with long dark hair. Males would do if he couldn’t find a female that appealed to him, but he was damned sure going to try and find a female before he resorted to the rather unpleasant meal of a man. With that thought in mind his feet carried him down the sidewalk past yet another club.

A block or two past the club, his keen hearing picked up the sound of footsteps behind him. He ignored them and kept walking, only coming to an abrupt halt when an unwanted arm slid around his shoulders and an apparently drunk man began to talk to him. What was the man going on about? With the slight shrug of a shoulder, Zakar smiled at him, “I am not sexy, but I could use a drink and dinner. I suppose one of the local hotels could provide that. Which one are you staying at and you can join me for dinner. I would enjoy some company.” Uncomfortable with the arm around his shoulders, he neatly ducked out from beneath the man’s arm and took a step back from him. Had it been a man he knew, he might have greeted him with a kiss on the cheek and a hug, as was the custom where he had been brought up. Since he didn’t have the slightest idea who this man was, he was not inclined to allow such a friendly greeting.

“My name is Zakar. Might I ask your name? I am not inclined to do dinner with a complete stranger.” A faint breeze ruffled through Zakar’s dark curls as he stood there, warm eyes watching the stranger with an avid curiosity. He did admire the suit the man wore, though he thought he would like it better in black, or maybe a charcoal grey. He made a mental note to ask the man where he’d gotten the suit, perhaps Zakar could get one or two there as well. It was clear that the stranger, while a bit ostentatious in Zakar’s eyes, did have excellent taste in quality clothing.

He started walking again. While he was intrigued by the man, he wasn’t going to stand around and wait for him to answer questions. As far as Zakar was concerned, the man would follow and answer his questions, or he wouldn’t. If he chose to follow and be cooperative, Zakar would foot the bill for dinner, then take the man up to his hotel room and drink from him, thereby fulfilling his need for sustenance. Probably for a lot less than a bag of blood would cost him too.

[Darnell (DELETED 5437)]

He watched the man walk away with a smile of appreciation, then caught up to him, moving in front of him. He walked backwards while taking up Zakar's hands in his own, swinging them playfully as they moved down the street.

"What's the rush, sexy?" He said with a grin, his glassy-eyed gaze focusing and refocusing on him as they walked. "I'm not inclined for dinner. I was thinking dessert. In my room. Just the two of us."

He released one hand long enough to pat the bag at his side and flash a grin. "I gots us some real good stuff. We can party all night long, Daddy."

A gentle, but firm tug on Zakar's hands had Darnell leading him down the street to the modest, but clean hotel that he had chosen for his short term stay in Canada. He held open the door, giving Zakar a crooked smile and a flourished bow, waving him inside with one arm.

"Don't worry, Daddy. I won't bite unless you want me to." He said shamelessly. Not realizing he was slurring his words slightly and was just the tiniest bit wobbly.

[Zakar]

For some reason, Zakar allowed the man to lead him to the hotel room. Perhaps because it would be easier and more efficient for him to feed upon the human, especially if they weren’t seen together in a public place first. He wondered what “real good stuff” might entail. It was clear by the man’s scent he was human so perhaps he meant drugs? With a faint shake of his head, Zakar tabled the thought to mull over later, if he was so inclined to do. He stepped inside the room and looked around, drawing in a deep breath filling his nose with the scents of the rooms past occupants, but more importantly getting the scent of the man he was with. He had the feeling this man kept calling him sexy because he wanted something from him. ‘Sex,’ his mind told him in a firm, knowing tone, ‘He wants to have sex with you.’

“Daddy…that is a word I never thought to hear directed at me. My name is Zakar. I told you that already. Again I ask you, what is your name? I am not inclined to have dinner or dessert with a complete stranger,” he turned and began to walk out the door, thinking he would just settle for a blood bag after all. A disappointing thought but he had suffered more than a few disappointments the past few weeks. This was minor in comparison to those.

He passed in the doorway and turned to look at the man, giving him a regretful, yet warm, almost hypnotic smile. The same kind he used when, on the rare occasion, he fed from live prey. It was meant to ease their minds, to put them into a sleep-like state while he took the blood he needed from them without them being any the wiser. Having never fed from a man of color, Zakar found he was curious to see if his blood would taste differently. "It is a shame that you cannot be a bit more forthcoming, I have a feeling dessert would have been very enjoyable."