"How will he know you did it with a vampire? I'm sorry for not knowing this, but i didn't exactly get a chance for light conversation with the only werewolf i met."

"A vampire smells different. Max explained it to me once. Everything about a vampire smells different than us Hunters. Trust me...he'll know," he replied to Joshua. He moved away, tired of being on his hands and knees with the vampire still inside him. Lourette then stood, feeling the ache in his backside and wincing. "May I use your shower?" he asked.

Joshua nodded. "Just tell him i raped you."

Lourette looked back at Joshua and nodded. "That's probably the only thing I can do," he replied. "Anyway, you're free to join me," he stated, heading into the bathroom and starting the shower. After this he was going to need a cigarette, thankfully he had a pack in his pants pocket. He could faintly smell blood, probably because he had been a virgin so that was pretty much unavoidable. That was probably also where most of the ache was coming from.

"Nah, i'm ok, actually." Joshua replied, lighting up a cigarette. "First thing i have to do after sex is have a light."

"That sounds like a good idea but I really need a shower right now. I feel...dirty," he stated with a small sigh. The shower he took was a quick one. It was mainly just to cleanse himself of what they had done. He soon walked out of the bathroom, drying his hair with a towel he had found in there. Lourette hadn't dressed because he had forgotten his clothes on the floor of the bedroom. He slipped into his briefs and then into his jeans before pulling out a cigarette and lighting it.

"Listen, about what happened... I'm sorry. I was just so... sad. And when i'm sad, a shag generally cheers me up. I'm sorry."

"Wait. Why are you apologizing?" he asked, not completely understanding why Joshua decided he needed to apologize. Had he done something wrong? If anything, it should be him that apologized, not Joshua.

"Because i seduced you."

"I agreed to it. There's no need to apologize. If anyone should be apologizing, it's me. You could be killed on the spot, should anyone find out about this. You and I both will be killed," he told Joshua. "You did nothing wrong," he added, taking a drag of his cigarette.

"I'm a survivor. Anything they can throw at me, i'll be ok. Don't worry."

"The only thing you'd be able to do is run. Fighting them would be suicidal," he replied. "However, in a way, I probably deserve death for the crimes I just committed. It felt rather good, though. So, I don't fully regret it," he added.

"It shouldn't be a crime. Loving another consenting person? Nothing wrong with it."

"It shouldn't be...but it is. A hunter should never fall in love with it's prey. It's against the very laws of nature and what you and I just did was considered a taboo because of it," he replied. "However, it feels kind of good to break the laws. It's just a little frightening to know that they may eventually find out about it," he added.

"Don't worry. Just find comfort in if we're found out, i'll get a harsher punishment than you. From both sides."

"I can't exactly 'take comfort' in something like that. However, since I already broke the laws then I probably would mind doing such a thing again before I'm found out and executed," he told Joshua with a small smile.

"Just a thought... what happens if you try to leave the association?"

Lourette had finished his cigarette, putting the remainder of it into an ashtray. "I'm marked as a 'betrayer' and, on most occasions, I would be hunted down and killed like a hunter would do to a vampire," he replied. "However, 'betrayers' are treated with no respect, even in death," he added.

"Oh... Makes sense. Something similar would happen to me if i tried to leave the Entourage. In fact, my lover, whose name was Adam, not wanting to make you feel guilty by humanizing him or anything, he was talking about leaving. I'm suprised Miranda didn't do anything!"

Lourette nodded. "I am sorry about your lover. However, I can't exactly ignore orders," he replied. "Max was also a bit aggravated and I doubt that anything I could have said would have stopped him. Rest assured that your lover didn't suffer. I made sure of that. Causing unnecessary pain isn't something I like to do," he replied.

"I can't exactly thank you... But, still, at least he didn't suffer." Joshua replied. Suddenly, he heard the door slamming open again. "Oh, shit! Dad's home, hide!"

~Great. Just what I need,~ he growled in his mind. However, he looked around for a place to hide and ran into the closet, shutting the door. He needed somewhere that would somewhat mask his human scent. The only thing is that he had forgotten his shirt on the ground by the bed.

Joshua exited the room. "Hi, dad, how was..." He stopped mid sentence, as he noticed that it wasn't his father, and was in fact Max. "You! What are you..."

"Where's Lourette!?" the werewolf growled? He was in his human form but he didn't look to happy. He didn't seem to have noticed the scent of what they had done yet. However, he was so worried about his master that he didn't care about trivial things right at the moment.

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Lourette heard his name but didn't quite leave his hiding place yet.

"Who the hells Lourette?" Joshua replied, deciding to play dumb. "I think you should leave now, before i call the cops."

"Cops wont do you any good. Besides, I know he's here. I followed his scent. You stupid leeches should know that you can't fool a werewolf's nose," he growled at Joshua. He began to sniff the air. Suddenly realization struck him. "Wait...you...you have Lourette's scent on you but it's not blood that I smell," he stated, his eyes narrowing.

"Werewolves? Someones been passing the bad candy around... Not that there's anything wrong with that, of course. I've never met anyone named Lourette, so, if you would kindly put my door back on it's hinges, that would be great."

"He's in the closet, isn't he?" he asked. He knew Lourette's habits. One of which was, whenever he had to hide he would always hide in a closet. Always. "Now, I suggest you stop lying to me and bring him here so that we can leave," he added.

"Listen: I don't know who or what your talking about. Tell you what, here's £20. Go check yourself into rehab or something. You have a problem that needs to be adressed."

He growled. "I grow tired of your lies. I don't care if you two had sex. I just want my friend back!" he growled. He was obviously jealous and angry. His emotions about this were conflicting with one another. The werewolf hated the fact that his master had gotten with a vampire instead of him.

"Ok, enough bullshit. My name is Joshua Alexander Stevens, I'm a vampire, of the Malkavian clan, and to everyone in the world.... Evil. Shoot me! For your friend!"

"I'm not here to kill you. I just don't want to lose my best friend to some bloodsucking leech!" he growled. "He'll be killed because of you. If that happens that I will personally tear out your heart before I allow them to end my existence, as well," he told Joshua.

"Your not going to tell on him, are you? And stop with the whole leech thing, i find it very offensive. Yes, he is in my closet. Take him and go, before my father gets home."

"And get him and I both killed? I don't think so," he stated, strolling into the vampire's room, picking up his friend's remaining clothes before opening the closet and handing them to Lourette. "Finished getting dressed. We're leaving," he growled.

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Lourette took the rest of his clothes and put them on. "What would your father do if he found out?" he asked Joshua.

"Does the name Adam Lucas mean anything to you? Think really, really hard... Tell me, did you think of looking in your victim's wallet tonight?"

"Between the sex and the 'I'm gonna die' thoughts? No. No I did not think about looking into your wallet. However, I normally don't do such things. It's disrespectful," he told Joshua. He thought about the name. It rang some bells but he couldn't quite place it.

"Well, if you did look in his wallet, you'd find half a photo. I've got the other half, let me show it to you." Joshua replied, pulling a photo out of his dresser. a picture of the Witcher's victim. "He was my fucking boyfriend, Max! I think you owe me an apology! He even wanted to foster peace between the vampires and the witchers, but no, apparently, you won't rest until every last vampire on the earth is dead. I know some may deserve it, but not him, dammit!"

"I'm not apologizing about killing a damn leech. You all should burn at the stake," he growled. His opinion of vampires was obviously a rather strong one. "However, Lourette wont allow me to torture you're race. He wants me to be 'merciful' and give you're kind a quick, rather painless death. That's better than you all deserve," he growled.

"Racist." Joshua muttered under his breath.

"I'm born and breed to hunt your kind. It's not called 'racism'. It's called complete and utter 'loathing'," he stated. His hate obviously ran quite deep. Perhaps something had happened in the past to make him so antagonistic towards vampires?