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The first signs of autumn had not yet arrived on the trees and shrubs yet, at night a slightly crisp breeze would rise off the bay and bring with it the promise of a blustery winter. When those breezes blew, Dorien would sniff the air silently, hoping to pick up the occasional familiar scent. However, much to the seemingly young vampire rabbit's chagrin much of the world had changed over the years.

He could remember the smells that used to waft out of corner stores; the sweet smell of a cigar shop or that of a long wheat field just after a rain without having to make a trip of it. Some nights he used to stare up at the stars that filled the sky as recent as fifty years ago. Now he was lucky if he could see the moon. The world had left him behind and try as he might; the vampire wasn't a fan of all of the adjustments he had to make.

He did not care for the new sterile smells of the stores and the sickly orange and purple night sky that greeted him when he awoke. The blood he drank lacked in flavor. Most of those who he had fed upon lacked vigor. They hadn't lived or really worked outside of pushing a few buttons here or there. Then when they came home they pushed more buttons and gazed at others who were living their lives out to either a laugh track or the vast amount of profanity that seemed to spill forth from anyone with a tongue's mouth. It was a sad state of affairs that the dark rabbit could not abide as he wandered around the mall with his "roommate" a skunk named Damien.

Dorien and Damien were similar in appearance. Both had fur as black as coal with similar patches of white on their chests, between their legs and on their paws. Damien had a large tail and stripes running down his back which was something Dorien lacked. Meanwhile, Dorien had long ears compared to Damien's short rounded ears. In spite of the few physical differences many had mistaken them for brothers more than once, a fact that Damien was quick to point out wasn't the case.

The rabbit didn't mind the confusion nor did he care about Damien quickly correcting others. Truth be told, he found Damien to be a very nice teenager who had at least read some of the books he had even if it was for school, a guy who was more physically active than most his, especially considering he was on the basketball team, and most importantly he was someone who at times was willing to listen to what the vampire bunny had to say. That wasn't to say there weren't problems with the arrangement as well.

For starters, Dorien wasn't allowed to bring "food" back to the house because in Damien's words "It's gross and my folks would freak out." In fact, for the first several months of their cohabitation the vampire had even been all but prevented from hunting or feeding at all. It had taken some time to explain to the skunk that a vampire did have certain needs that had to be taken care of, unless of course Damien wanted a ravenous member of the undead residing with him. Even with that understanding though, Dorien still wasn't allowed to bring the "food" home with him, which meant the rabbit had to scout the area for safe places to take care of these needs. The other complaint the skunk had was that on the weekends he was unable to sleep in.

At first it didn't seem like a big deal, but when you have an entire family and some of their friends coming over at all hours of the noon it becomes one. More than once Dorien had to find a unique place to hide to avoid discovery some of which left the vampire all bunched up once the sun dropped below the horizon. Yet, in spite of the issues he knew he could be doing a lot worse as far as having a place to stay.

"How much longer are you going to keep looking through that kitchen stuff," muttered Damien.

"We were at your video game store for quite a while and I didn't complain once."

"Yeah but, first you were looking at knives. That's fine but, we've got some at home. Now you're looking at aprons and you've been doing it for the past twenty minutes easily!"

"Well," the rabbit began casting a disapproving look at the latest apron he was holding, "Those knives are your parents' knives. They are not my knives. Secondly, and most important, I'm trying to find an apron that is durable yet has just a bit of style to it. None of these chemistry experiments have met my criterion."

"Oh my God," moaned the skunk dramatically, "What are you looking for?"

"A leather apron."

"You can find those at a hardware store."

"No. Those have the cheap straps or plastic things that hook them on. I want leather and maybe metal. I want something that will stand the test of time. All of this is cheap machine made garbage."

"You'd better meet a tanner then or hit a fetish shop."

Dorien looked over at his companion and raised an eyebrow, "So in other words not here."

"No. Can we go now?"

"Fine fine. Where did you park?"

"In front of the Macy's."

Dorien and Damien walked through the mall at a brisk pace not saying much to each other. Upon reaching the store one of the clerks stopped them, "Excuse me, are you going to be shopping here?"

Damien blinked, "No I'm just going to my car."

"Well, if that's the case you may want to double back and go around the side, apparently some group has decided to hold a rally or some sort of protest right out front and are making it difficult for folks to enter and leave," said the middle aged deer.

Dorien perked an ear, "Protest? For what? The right to vote or something?"

"I don't know. It seems like just a mixture of oddballs. Mad at the world, or the store or something we sell or just everything. They're unified, but not really."

"Figures," muttered Damien, "They better not have messed up my car."

"Why would they have messed up your car?"

"Who knows," said the skunk, "Come on let's go."

The pair walked out a side entrance a little bit up from the store. The sun was still high in the sky and the rabbit winced at that fact carefully walking under a partition to avoid some of the light. As he stood there he could hear the noisy chatter of the protesters. They truly were a disorganized group their leader shouting something indistinguishable through a microphone while the others responded with one word responses of no or yeah. He gazed across the signs most of them seemed to focus on issues like the fur used in the coats at the store, while others were in protest of environmental issues, along with a few that were simply bizarrely political at best. As he watched the crowd Damien, who had made his way to the parking lot shouted back at the rabbit, "Hey you know you're not going to burst into flames if you walk in the sun right?"

"That doesn't make it any more comfortable you know. I still wind up blistered by the time we get back to your place."

Damien started to answer but instead shrugged knowing that when the vampire rabbit was right he was right. "I'll pull up."

Dorien nodded and continued to gaze at the crowd. His silvery eyes drifted over the sea of faces. He had never been fond of protestors having suffered more than one skull cracking from either the protestors or those trying to break them up. They had always been trouble for him and yet, he smiled to himself. Youthful idealism was such a cute trait. It was a shame that as time wore on would be replaced by something else that was often bitter and resentful.

It wasn't until his gaze fixed upon a grizzly that he ceased scanning. The bear was large and soft. His chocolate brown fur glistened in the late summer sun. He had soft eyes filled with a deep throbbing passion that only the truest of believers possessed. Dorien's ears perked as he focused in on the large bear his voice booming for a cause he believed in and yet, only Dorien could hear him. The rabbit smirked as he examined the jewelry that adorned his right ear and began to probe deeper into the ursine's thoughts. He was perfect.

The beep of the car broke the vampire rabbit's gaze as he looked toward Damien a slight blush tinting his cheeks as he hurried to the car sliding into the passenger seat. The skunk gave the rabbit a funny look as they pulled away. "What were you staring at?"

"Nothing."

The skunk grunted in disbelief. He knew all too well that someone or something had caught the rabbit's attention. It was the same type of stare that some of his teammates had given the cheerleaders when they weren't looking. It was the type of stare that meant someone would make a play. "So do you know his name?"

"Not really. But I know where he'll be tonight."

Damien blinked, "Did you talk with him?"

"No."

"Then how do you know?"

"It's a vampire thing."

"Oh," said Damien as he thought to himself it might be better than to continue to pursue the present line of questioning, "Well, just don't bring him by the house okay? At least not right off."

"You always bring Kyle and or his brother by the house," muttered the vampire as he tried to push the seat back out of the sun, "Why can't I have a houseguest?"

"C'mon Dorien you know why. My parents would flip."

"Then I could be a friend who brought a friend over. Honestly Damien."

"To do what," asked the skunk as he pulled up to a light.

"Whatever we wanted, perhaps discuss the works of Chaucer or Whitman perhaps?"

The skunk sighed, "It's just too risky is all. I mean my Dad is kind of a hard ass about having folks over and if either one of them found out about any of this well, you know."

"Your homosexual flings with your friends including myself," said the smirking vampire, "Perhaps the fact that one of them lives under their noses or perhaps that more than one of them is a bloodthirsty creature of the night that will rend their souls from their bodies while partaking of their blood and flesh?"

Damien's eyes went wide as the rabbit spoke. The look of sheer panic, rage and disgust that crossed his face sent the vampire into a giggle fit. "It's okay Damien. I'll honor our agreement, but you need to find me a better place to sleep among other things or I will be cranky always all the time."

The ride home was silent after that. As Dorien watched the world go by outside of the window he thought about what he would do once he got his paws on the big guy. The burning sun didn't even bother him that much as he considered all of the angles, and just exactly what sort of rope he might need to make it a very interesting time.

As they pulled into the driveway Dorien placed a small kiss on the skunk's cheek causing him to stop the car abruptly his cheeks a deep crimson. "Forgive me Damien. Sometimes I forget how hard it must be to live with someone like me."

Damien blinked and sighed nervously, "Just, you don't have to say that sort of stuff you know."

"I know. Sometimes I can't help but make you sweat just a little bit about these things. I can't say that I know how it is to be in your shoes, having to live with a vampire and a family and all."

"When I graduate if you still want to live with me it might be easier," said the skunk whose eyes darted about the car not quite sure where to look, "I just want to keep things as simple as possible for right now."

"I understand," said the rabbit caressing the skunk's face gently, "Remember, I'm going to be out late tonight. Heck if things go well several in fact. So you can have as wild of a time as you'd like without having to worry about me getting in the way."

Damien started to say something but thought better of it and just smiled. Somehow, Dorien was always good at doing so. Ever since he moved in he had been good at that and keeping his word.

It was almost midnight when Dorien strolled up to the entrance of The Eagle. The air was damp and would have smelled of rain if it hadn't been for the smell of cigarettes that wafted from in front of the aged tavern. Dorien strutted past the smokers that hung around the outside of the bar. Past the couple in the alley who had other things on their mind and professed their mutual interest in short muffled grunts. His steps were light. His light purple shirt and black slacks fit him just right accentuating his slender physique while leaving just enough to the imagination. As the dark bunny strolled past the bar's patrons, and judging by the looks and some of the comments that followed him, several of them had quite active imaginations.

Dorien ignored them. It didn't take long for him to spot the bear bellied up at the bar sipping dark, almost black beer. The skunk smiled to himself and cut through the crowd up to the bar. He took a seat just close enough for the bear to notice him, but not so close as to make his play completely obvious. "Bartender," he said over the din.

"What can I get for you," asked the bartender.

"I'll have what the big guy is having," said the rabbit just loud enough for the bear to hear.

"Bourbon County Stout it is," said the bartender reaching for a bottle and a glass.

"Just the bottle," said the skunk. His gaze turning and meeting the bear's who was now fixated on him, "I prefer bottles. They always remind me of good times."

The bear smiled, "Nothing like remembering the good times."

"Well," started the skunk as the bottle was placed in front of him, "Making more good times is always preferable."

"I'll drink to that," said the bear raising his glass, "Why don't you scoot down a bit. It'll be easier to talk."

Dorien smiled seductively as he slid down to a seat directly next to the ursine. He lifted his bottle to his lips taking a slow sip before allowing his tongue to gently caress the rim of the bottle. "I'm Dorien. What's your name?"

"Marcellus," said with a slight slur.

Dorien nodded repeating the name gazing into the eyes of the big bear. As he gazed into his eyes he sipped his beer and asked mundane questions, laughed at some poorly told jokes and occasionally winked or touched the bear's arm or leg gently. When the subject of the protest came up Dorien asked, "So why were you there?"

"It's a good cause and," said the bear, "Well, it seemed like the thing to do!"

"I see. You are a profound individual Marcellus. You have a big heart and a deep sultry voice that I'm sure everyone would just be in awe of," said the rabbit leaning toward him, "How come you're here alone?"

"Well Mikey was supposed to come here after the group meeting but, I guess he got tied up."

"Well that's a shame," lamented the dark rabbit, "If it had been me I wouldn't have stood you up."

"Is that so," said the bear leaning in with a low sexy growl, "Well, maybe you wouldn't mind keeping me company for a while."

To most the bear's beer breath would have been overpowering. To the vampire it was indicative of the perfect opportunity. Dorien wrapped his arms around the bear's neck and kissed him. At first, Marcellus seemed caught off guard but as the kiss deepened he wrapped his large ursine arms around the smaller rabbit's lower back drawing him closer.

They breathed deeply inhaling each other's scents as they kissed. For a moment the rest of the world seemed to disappear as the rabbit slowly ran one hand down Marcellus' arm to his hip and then to his crotch. Dorien's nimble fingers slowly caressed it and worked their way into Marcellus' pants something the bear was all too eager for. "Big all over," whispered Dorien his hypnotic gaze holding the grizzly's.

"You wanna find out?"

Dorien nodded, "But not here, I know a place that's not too far from here. Nobody goes there and we can do whatever we want for as long as we want," said the rabbit breathily.

"Sounds great," said Marcellus grinning widely.

"There's just one catch," said the rabbit, "You have to drive."

The bear nodded eagerly, "You point the way baby, I'll take us there."

Marcellus' pickup could easily do eighty miles an hour with a full load of gravel in the back. The promise of sex however, had it pushing ninety. All along the way Dorien kept the bear interested. His hand insistently massaged between the bear's legs, sliding up and down his shaft. As he rubbed he whispered the directions in his ear occasionally nibbling on it and almost driving the bear to distraction. Dorien could hear the bear's breath coming harder and could feel his excitement slowly moistening his underwear. By the time they arrived at the old shipyard Marcellus was ready to pop.

"Come on baby, right here and now," said the bear urgently, his lust having taken full control of his brain.

"Hang on let's get inside the plant first. Trust me it'll be well worth it."

"No," growled the bear, "Right here! Right now!"

"It's just a few more feet--"

Marcellus roughly grabbed Dorien's arm before reaching under the dashboard for a knife, "Here. Now."

Dorien's eyes widened in fear as the giant bear loomed over him with the blade. "Please, don't do it! I- I'll be good!"

"Tease me this whole way! Nobody teases me that long and makes any demands on me!"

"I'm sorry! Just, please don't hurt me! I'll do anything you want!"

"You're damn right you will," growled the bear, "Now take off those pants bitch!"

"Y- yes, of course," stuttered Dorien as he began undoing and sliding down his pants, "Just please don't hurt me!"

"Oh, it's gonna hurt bitch! It's gonna hurt -."

Dorien never let him finish his threat. As the rabbit pulled his pants down he arched his legs up and delivered a kick with both legs the bear's head, sending him through the driver's side door. Dorien jumped out of the car racing to the now unconscious Marcellus' side. The vampire sighed, reached down, and dragged the large bear into the factory. All along the way the Dorien swore under his breath.

It took some time and it took some doing but, Dorien managed to drag Marcellus up the dark dingy stairs to what was once the foreman's office. Once there he stripped the bear of his belongings, including his clothes, and lashed him with rope and razor wire upside down on a Saint Andrew's Cross. Once there, Dorien only had to wait a few more minutes before Marcellus started to moan groggily.

"You know this could have been fun for you," said Dorien coldly.

"What," murmured the bear trying to regain his wits.

"We could have had sex. We could have had one Hell of a time," growled the vampire rabbit, "But no, you had to be impatient. You had to try and rape me."

"Fuck you," cried the bear as he began to squirm.

"I wouldn't struggle too much. That razor wire will rip you to shreds," Dorien sighed, "Let's see I also found knockout drops in your pocket and what looks like a revenge list of some sort. You're just a sick bastard aren't you?"

Marcellus growled, "So call the cops and have me arrested! But when I get out I'll find you and I'll fuck you up! I'll eat your damn family and make you watch!"

Puzzlement crossed Dorien's face as he looked at the upside down bear. For someone who had everything to lose Marcellus sure liked to run at the mouth. Eventually Dorien rolled his eyes, and picked up the bear's knife, "They're dead. They've been dead for quite a long time sadly," he sighed, "They got to know the great mystery while I only get to watch it go by."

Dorien walked out of the office and came back in with an old plastic bucket setting it under the bear's head. As the rabbit crouched in front of Marcellus, knife in hand, the bear began to whimper, "Now wait a minute. Please just, y-you don't have to do this!"

"Yes I do."

"No you don't! I promise! I won't tell! You won't ever see me again!"

"Well, you're right about that. I won't see you again."

"Just let me go!"

Dorien slowly let his fangs drop as his eyes glowed faintly. Marcellus cowered as best as he could, "I won't, I'm hungry and honestly, you're perfect for sating that and so much more."

"What," squeaked the bear.

"When I was alive I apprenticed as a tanner. I used to help make such wonderful things of leather," Dorien smiled a toothy smile causing Marcellus to whimper louder, "You, my fine ursine friend, have more than enough material on you for what I came to the mall today to get, a nice leather apron."

Upon uttering the final words Marcellus began to pray. He prayed to God, to Jesus and to any higher power that might listen. As he prayed Dorien put his hand over his mouth, "I'll let you continue for five more minutes. If God sees fit to save you from this then so be it. But, you only have five more minutes."

Dorien stepped back from Marcellus pulled up a box and sat down. He set the knife on the table and grabbed the bear's watch. He set it to go off five minutes later and closed his eyes. He listened in the dark as the bear continued to pray. He listened as the insect chirps remained and the night wind blew its soft breath across the parking lot outside. He listened as the praying became more desperate and tear filled until he was certain the bear was weeping.

The vampire sighed. In some ways the world hadn't changed much. Predators still existed. Those who were about to die, no matter how repugnant always hoped someone or some higher power would come in and save them at the last moment.

Beep-beep! Beep-beep!

Dorien opened his eyes and glared at the bear, "God doesn't like rapists Marty."

The End.