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The sound of rocks hitting his window at two thirty in the morning told him that his birthday present was waiting for him below. Peter rolled out of his bed and pulled up the blinds. He saw Joe standing below his window leaning on an old Buick. He lifted the window and thrust his head out into the cold night air.

"Happy Birthday!" Joe half shouted, so as not to wake up Peter's parents.

"I'll be down there in a sec." Peter said, grin plastered to his face. He shut the window as quickly as he could, without making too much noise. He hopped into his closet and pulled on some skinny jeans and a band tee. He slipped on his vans and grabbed his hoodie, while making his way to the bathroom. He stuck a toothbrush in his mouth and ran a wet brush through his hair to spike it.

Peter crept down the stairs after he was ready, and unlocked the deadbolt of the front door. He shut the door and jogged around the front of his house to the driveway. He could see a little ball of orange light, resting on Joe's lips. The smoke from his cigarette mingling with the cold air puffing out of his mouth when he talked.

"Morning sunshine." He said, ruffling Peter's hair. Peter grinned, his hair slowly falling back into place.

"So, what're the plans?" Peter questioned, looking over at Jamie uneasily. He was still a bit unsure about Jamie.

"Well," Joe stated placing his hand on Jamie's shoulder. "Jamie knows of a place where he can get us in for free. Don't cha, Jamie?" Jamie swallowed hard, closing his eyes.

"Yeah, I know the owner of this club. Shooters." Jamie was trying to fight the urge to pin Peter to Joe's Buick and sink his fangs into his porcelain pale skin. All he could hear was the blood rushing through the shorter boy's veins. And it seemed that the blood flowing through his neck, shoulders, and chest, was moving faster. Jamie instantly knew that something was wrong.

"Jamie?" Joe asked, his cigarette bouncing on his lips.

"So!" Peter shouted spreading his arms. "I call shot gun!" He yanked open the passenger door to Joe's Buick and gestured Jamie to crawl into the backseat.

- - - - - - - -

Carmen sat cross-legged on top of the mausoleum. Her eyes set on the road, she waited for the cream colored Buick. Dimitri stood behind her, impatiently rubbing his shoe against the old concrete roof of the tomb.

"Why are we even fucking here?" He asked, crossing his muscled arms.

"Calm down, Dimitri." Carmen purred in a sultry tone. She shifted, growing a bit uncomfortable in her corset she had worn especially for this occasion.

"Why couldn't Pride have had someone else come with you to the club?"
"He thinks you and I would be a perfect match." Carmen said standing up and walking two fingers across Dimitri's chest. He lowered his eyelids, glaring back into her ruby eyes, which were heavily coated in mascara and eyeliner. She smirked.

"Aren't you out to get the boy?" Carmen slid her hand down Dimitri's chest and dropped it to her side. She licked her lips with her bright pink tongue.

"It's time to go. They're coming." Dimitri sniffed the air, and hopped down from the mausoleum. Carmen teleported to the Mercedes Benz and ran her fingers over the silver body. "Where'd you hijack this from?" Dimitri smirked, his thundercloud gray eyes lighting up.

"That's why they call me Greed." He stated opening the driver door and sliding into the car. They pulled out of the gravel parking lot and sat at the intersection waiting for the Buick to drive past.

- - - - - - - - - -

The club was packed. The three boys climbed out of the car and their eyes lit up. The bouncer instantly smiled when he saw Jamie and opened the door for them. Joe shoved Peter forward, into the mass of people. The bass of the music seemed like it would burst the speakers in any second. Neon colors flashed with the beat of the song making it hard to see.

Jamie gripped Joe's wrist and tugged him into a quiet room. The room was dimly lit, obviously for couples that were eager to escape the dance floor and get a little alone time.

"Hey, what gives?" Joe shouted.

"Something's wrong with Peter."

"What're you talking about? He's fine." Joe raised his eyebrows. "Now about your first victim? Don't worry, you'll get your bite, we'll get some girl tipsy and she won't know what's going on."

"No... I think Peter's encountered a vampire. Or there are some vampires after him. Not one of us though." Jamie rubbed the back of his neck uneasily. "I know there are evil vampires that lurk the streets." Joe sighed heavily.

"You're just like Grim. He's such a hard-ass when it comes to rules." Joe grinned. "Everything's fine."

"Joe! We're in a club, those Deadlies could be anywhere." Joe glared at Jamie, "Grim told me, he told me all about those vampires." Joe shrugged, pulling out a pack of cigarettes.

"Jamie," He tightly clenched the cancer stick between his lips as he dug in his pocket for his lighter. "Get over it and have fun. I can fight, you can kind of fight, and this club's got bouncers." He pulled out his Bic and grinned as if he'd just won a prize. He flicked the wheel, sending sparks showering over the cigarette, lighting it. He took a long drag, then pushed past his timid friend.

The cold air from outside rushed in as the door opened. In stepped a gorgeous girl and her muscular date, causing people closest to the exit to stop and stare. Her lips painted with red and her eyes dark and mysterious, she captured the attention of all the clubbers. Her short skirt seemed to ride up on her thighs as she walked through the dancers, letting them smell her sweet perfume and brush their fingertips over her flat stomach, hiding under a leather corset.

Her date, which seemed more like her escort slinked around the outer edge of the dancers. The girl made her way through the sea of people, until she was in the middle of all of the action. While her escort stood on the ramp taking him up to the bar. He peered over the railing watching all the people move as one against each other and to the beat. Then he spotted Joe and Jamie at the bar. The younger of the two was puffing a cigarette.

Perfect, he's getting high, which will make his psychic abilities weaker. Dimitri, the escort, thought to himself, chuckling at the vampire's stupidity. He watched Carmen hungrily seek out Peter. He knew that they could easily outdo Castor's tactic of brute force. Which would put them at a higher rank than the Wrath gang. Which would make William, otherwise known as Pride, consider them for more missions.

Carmen found her target; she placed her hands on his hips, approaching him from behind. He stiffened up, her grip catching him off guard. Her heels instantly made her match his height. She pressed her lips to his ear,

"Hey there." She whispered. Peter's breath hitched in his throat and he turned around. He couldn't speak when his eyes met hers. He just stared, with his mouth open. She softly slid her hands up his chest, resting her fingertips on his jaw and closing his mouth for him. "Dance with me?" She asked, tilting her head to the side and placing her hands on both sides of his neck.

Peter slowly brought his hands to rest on her waist. They started moving together, to the song, and she pressed closer to him, working her magic. It was a while before he could speak. He took a breath and swallowed the lump in his throat.

"Do I know you?" He asked stupidly. She laughed provocatively.

"No, Peter, you don't know me." He tilted his head to the side in confusion. She put her index finger to his lips and smirked. "Don't ask questions," she buried her nose in the front of his shirt, inhaling his scent. She kissed his chest, grinding her hips to his. Everyone around them was grinding too, as a form of dance, but Carmen was grinding into Peter's hips with a different motive.

Peter gnawed on his bottom lip and slipped his hands up her back, his fingertips brushing against the laces of her corset. She tilted her head up, and brushed her nose against his. She smirked,

"Kiss me." She said, letting the words drip off of her red coated lips. The people around them seemed to encircle them, boxing the two in. The heat rolling off other dancers was starting to make Peter sweat, along with this girl he'd never met before, begging him to kiss her.

"Come on, kiss her, you fool." Dimitri muttered through gritted teeth. He gripped the railing, and leaned over, to watch. Carmen's lipstick was mixed with a pheromone that would cause anyone who kissed her to completely submit to her. Whether they wanted to or not.

Jamie watched Dimitri leaning over the rail, and nudged his friend. He lifted his head and looked over in Jamie's direction.

"What?"

"I have a funny feeling about him." Jamie said, hinting towards Dimitri.

"He just looks hyped up on steroids." Dimitri turned.

"What'd you say?" He asked clenching his fists. Joe stood, shifting his cigarette to the corner of his mouth.

"Nothing to you, eaves dropping on our conversation, my friend?" Dimitri snatched the cigarette out of Joe's mouth and took a long drag. He dropped it to the floor and snuffed it out with his shoe. Joe made a clicking sound with his tongue. "You could've just asked for one."

With the two vampires distracted, Dimitri felt comfortable with leaving Carmen to do her work. And she was doing her work alright, seducing Peter more than she'd ever seduced any human. She could see in his golden brown eyes that he would be great under satin sheets. She had never felt like this with any other human, and to be honest, it worried her a bit. Maybe she was getting too soft, or he was really getting under her skin.

"Kiss me, Peter." She demanded again, her warm breath dancing across his lips. Peter smirked and dug his nails into Carmen's back. This threw her off her game; no one had ever teased back, especially with the leader of the Lust gang.

"Why should I?" Peter asked, brushing his fingers across the exposed skin of her lower back. Carmen bit her bottom lip and broke eye contact with him. He was seriously turning her on. And a mere human had never turned her on.

They kept grinding into each other. Carmen was hoping to regain her control and Peter was still keeping himself in check.

"So about that kiss - " Peter trailed off, using his left hand to cup Carmen's chin and tilt her head back to where she was facing him again. Carmen ran her tongue over his lips, carefully maneuvering over his lip ring.

"Mm, what about it?" She asked as breathily as she could. Carmen could've easily kissed him and completely had him in her grasp. She'd done it with other victims, but this game of back and forth teasing was really thrilling. She slid her hands down his chest and to the front of his skinny jeans. She tugged at his belt, slamming their hips together.

The sexiest sound escaped that boy's lips and Carmen loved it. She placed her hands on his hips and slid her body down his slightly, then slid back up, his shirt catching on her corset and raising a bit. She placed her palms flat against his stomach.

"My name is Carmen, by the way." She added, sinking her long nails into his stomach. Deadlies aren't supposed to give away their names until after they've changed a human, but Carmen had a feeling that this human was going to give in to her. Plus, she wanted to hear her name in his voice.

"Carmen?" He asked with a half grunt as her nails dug deeper. She bit her lower lip and laughed in a sultry manner.

"Yes," She slid her hands up his chest to drape her arms over his shoulders. Carmen had never taken this long on a victim, but she was enjoying this. She hadn't simply danced without the motive of turning someone into a vampire for a while.

Dimitri shrugged. Jamie was flirting with a girl trying to buy her a drink to get her tipsy. And Joe was still mouthing it off to the brute that stole his precious cancer stick.

"C'mon man, you owe me one." He whined.

"I don't owe you shit." Dimitri said, checking his nails for dirt. He cracked his neck and sat at the bar to order. Joe frowned, and leaned against the wall.

"I wonder where Petey's got to." He thought out loud while propping his foot against the wall. "I know it's his birthday and all, but I was hoping to actually get to hang out with him." Jamie walked back over, rubbing his cheek.

"I guess we should go find him, I'm having no luck." Dimitri stood.

"I wouldn't. He's with a pretty girl." Joe and Jamie looked in the direction Dimitri was pointing.

"How do you know Peter?" Joe asked, dumbfounded.

"I don't. But that girl down there is who I brought."

"Uh. Isn't that a bad thing?" Dimitri shook his head to Jamie's question.

"Nah, she's not with me, if you know what I mean." The dancing had moved to the ramp leading up to the bar. Dimitri grabbed the closest girl to him and started dancing with her, blocking Joe and Jamie's pathway to go talk to Peter.

Carmen shivered at Peter's touch. She could tell that he had a lust for her, she could sense her sin in every human. Men always had a stronger scent of lust in their blood, and Peter was radiating it, partially because Carmen was so great at her sin. She knew just how to find what turned on her victims. Peter wasn't easy, but he had a lot of her fetishes. And once she figured that out, she had him in the palm of her hand. All she had to do was kiss him to seal the deal.

She placed her hands on his jaw, tilting his head down. He closed his eyes and kissed her lips softly. When he pulled away, she was shocked the pheromones didn't make him go insane. So she gripped onto his shirt and kissed him again, pulling him closer. He smirked into the kiss and rested his hands on her hips.

It was then that she began to see the pheromones take effect. He licked her lips and she obediently opened her mouth allowing his tongue entry. He felt her teeth, which seemed oddly sharp, scrape across his tongue. But it seemed that he couldn't resist. Her skinny fingers gripped his wrists tightly as she pulled him through the crowd and to a dimly lit room in the back. He followed like a dog on a leash.

Dimitri grinned, watching the seductive vampire lead her victim into the back room. He remembered when he was part of Lust's gang. Carmen had been the one that turned him. But when he joined the Deadlies and met their leader, William Pride Slater, he learned of the six other gangs: Pride, Envy, Greed, Sloth, Gluttony, and Wrath.

He knew that he wanted to be in the Greed gang. He always wanted to be more. He had been born into a poor family, and hated that it held him back. Becoming a member, and later a leader, of the Greed gang molded him into who he'd always wanted to be, the fangs were an added bonus, of course.

The room was lit with a dim red light. Carmen locked the door and pressed her back to the closest wall, pulling Peter into her. Their lips reconnected and she tossed her right leg up and rested it on Peter's hip, wrapping it around his waist. Her skirt rode up past her upper thigh, but Peter was too busy with her lips to notice. He slid his hand up and placed it on the top of her leg, the touch of bare skin on his fingertips made him shiver with pleasure. Carmen tore her lips away from Peter's, breathing heavily.

"You fucking tease." She breathed. She grabbed his hands and placed them on her breasts, locking eyes with him. "I know you can do better." She cocked an eyebrow and smirked, her red lipstick shining with Peter's latest kiss. He widened his eyes, obviously offended by her quip. He gripped her breasts tightly, and kissed her again, harder and more forcefully.

In mere seconds, Peter was down to his boxers, and Carmen in just a corset and panties. Peter sank his teeth into Carmen's lower lip and she screamed his name. He repeated the action, just to hear it again, and he got what he wanted.

Carmen shoved him onto the couch provided for the eager customers and straddled his hips. She raked her nails down his bare chest and moved her pelvis against the ever-growing bulge in his plaid boxers. Peter slid his hands around her leather corset to the lace holding it on. He tugged at the lace, after plenty of effort and focus on his part; Carmen's flawless chest was exposed to him. The only thing that wasn't natural about her chest was the tattoo of the letter D above her right breast. It was a small tattoo, but noticeable nonetheless. He bit his bottom lip and gripped onto her neck tightly, another one of his fetishes.

He pulled her in to kiss him again, thrusting against her. He quickly switched positions with her, rolling her underneath him. He pushed her legs apart with his knees and looked into her eyes longingly.

"I want you to fucking give it to me, Peter." He pulled out and was inside of her in no time, grinding and pushing against her hips. She slapped her hands against his chest and pushed him back. He rocked back, sliding his hands to her waist and pulling her with him. He thrust forward and up inside of her. She moaned his name, living up to her sin. She could sense that Peter wasn't like other victims. He knew what he was doing and this was his sin. He was meant to be a part of Lust's gang. That had to be it. Or maybe it was the fact that Carmen wanted him even more inside of her.

"Carmen." Peter stuttered through swollen lips.

"Faster baby," She moaned, wrapping her legs around his waist. He did as commanded and thrust faster. His body shined with a sheen of sweat as he moved his pelvis back and forth. "Fuck, Peter..." She gripped onto one of his hands. "I'm so close." As if flipping a switch, he pumped faster, grinding his hips all the way against hers, pushing himself in as deeply as he could. He pulled out and sat back on his knees as she reached her climax.

He wrapped his fingers around his throbbing member and started moving his hand with a steady rhythm. Carmen's hair tickled his chest as she sat up and leaned forward.

"Let me," She simply stated before attaching her lips to his length. She sucked him between her teeth and massaged his member with her tongue. He rolled his eyes back into his head and moaned her name over and over.

"Mmph..." was all he managed to mutter. She understood though, and kissed down his shaft as he reached his peak.

"You taste fantastic." She said, pulling away from him and licking her fingers. These words fell from her mouth like a heavy stone once she realized that there was one last thing she wanted. She placed her hands on both sides of his face and kissed him, deeply.

"Thanks," He said against her lips, tasting himself on her tongue.

"I have a confession." She stated blankly, sliding her hands over his stomach. She pulled her lips away from his and looked into his eyes. He stared back into hers questioningly. Carmen kissed along his jaw and to his neck. She raked her fangs down his neck and sank her teeth into the skin between the neck and shoulder.

Peter moaned at first. Then he realized that something wasn't right. These teeth broke the skin, but deeper than he'd ever felt. The pain carried down through his muscles and into his bloodstream. The pain iced his veins and crept into his heart. This agony seemed to stop his heart completely and he collapsed as his world turned black.

- - - - - - -

Dimitri peered inside the room. Carmen held the door cracked open a few inches.

"What happened to you? Other than the usual."

"God, if I were you, I'd go gay for that boy." She huffed, tightening her corset. Dimitri rolled his eyes and stepped into the room.

"Is he ready? Oh god, he's still naked, c'mon, Lust, have the decency to get him dressed."

"I couldn't help myself," She smirked and ran her nails down his chest. "He's just so attractive." She bent to the floor gracefully and picked up his boxers. She slid them onto his limp body and let the elastic snap against his waist. Dimitri sighed.

"You know he'll want to change gangs when he meets Pride."

"Greed, this one is different. He was born to be a Lust vampire." Carmen was right. Peter's sin was lust and she could sense it.

"We'll let Pride determine that."

- - - - - - - - -

"I can't believe this." Jamie exclaimed, pacing. Joe impatiently puffed his cigarette, watching the cops investigate the back rooms.

"He's with that girl."

"What girl?" The officer that was standing with them asked. "And what are you doing with these?" He asked, gesturing Joe's cigarette. The boy rolled his eyes. He hated the police force. But since Peter was still a human, they had to get the cops involved. Joe shrugged to the officer's first question.

"I think after some tests, we'll be able to answer that." An investigator said coming from one of the back rooms. He held up a little baggie of sperm samples.

"Shit, Peter got lucky." Joe snickered as he let out a puff of smoke.

"I think that big guy took him." Jamie said to Joe and the officer. "He was really muscular, and had black hair and gray eyes."

"He was a cocky piece of shit." Joe commented, flicking his eyes between the cop and Jamie. "I don't know what he'd want with Peter."

"So I take it Peter's just like you." The cop stated, looking over at Joe. His eyebrows shot up, hiding underneath his bushy hair.

"What's that mean?" He asked angrily.

"Slacker, asshole, cocky, full of himself, some child that simply needs to grow up." The cop frowned. "I bet all three of you aren't even supposed to be out tonight."

"It was you're fucking idea to call these assholes." Joe said, looking over at Jamie and dropping his cigarette. He stomped on it and walked off into the night, stuffing his hands in his pockets.

"Joe, wait!" Jamie called after him. He ran off into the night to follow his reckless friend. He found him leaning against his car.

"You know, Jamie, before we met. My life was going great. But you just seem to be the cause of all my problems lately."

"Don't be over dramatic, Joe." Jamie sighed. "I'm sorry." Joe shrugged.

"Let's go, Jamie. We need to talk to Grim. He's not gonna be pleased."

When Jamie and Joe arrived, Grim was training a new vampire in the art and skill of Ninjitsu fighting tactics. The fighting style was a combination of Jujitsu and Samurai fighting. The quick footwork and dodging skills all played a role in defeating an enemy that attacked with brute force. The Deadlies were all about power. They attacked like a bull but the Ninjitsus used the "float like a butterfly, sting like a bee" tactic.

"Focus on your feet!" He shouted at the trainee as he fought another vampire.

"Andy, some kids are here to see you."

"Kids?" He turned to look at an impatient Joe and a worried Jamie. "Ah, Trohman and Xander." Joe instantly faced Grim, his chest swelling with respect for his leader. Each vampire in the Ninjitsu team had a code name, aside from their human alias name. "Where is the human?"

"Funny story about Peter..." Joe started, laughing nervously. Andy's eyes narrowed behind his glasses. Joe's ice blue eyes widened and he shoved Jamie forward.

"He's been kidnapped, sir." Jamie sputtered nervously.

"By whom?"

"Well, we don't know his name, but we think it's this guy that was at the club." Jamie started; he closed his eyes, trying to remember what he looked like. "Tall, bulky, gray eyes, black hair - "

" - Wait, his eyes were gray, you said? Did he have a tattoo of the letter D?"

"Yeah, on his upper arm, why?" Andy's eyes widened. The three vampires took a few minutes to soak in the facts.

"Peter's in deep trouble."