Date: Fri, 13 Oct 2000 17:31:57 -0400
From: Kathrine <storykath@operamail.com>
Subject: Eternally Yours, part three

Legal Disclaimer: this is fiction. I'm not implying anything about the members
of NSync. If you're too young to be here, go away.

Author's note: again thanks for the feedback, love ya guys!
Story of today is Nick's NSync and the House of Dark Challenges. Very good and
it's just starting. Lol, did I spell the title right, sweetie? Hope so.
Anyway, if you feel the need to tell me what you think about this story, or
anything else for that matters, the e-mail address is storykath@operamail.com
Love and looneytunes from Kat.


 - Chapter 3 -

Lance felt like he was floating in a warm, unrelenting sea. It wouldn't give
him up even how much he struggled. His body felt heavy and drowsy. A soft moan
escaped his lips and he tiredly turned on the bed.

"You're awake," a voice stated and Lance felt his body tense in a thousand
knots of fear. He was still alive. He should have been dead...he had died...
His mind refused to process the info. It just kept screaming "this can't be
happening!" over and over again. "No," he whimpered. "This isn't real!" "Open
your eyes," the voice asked. Justin. Justin was still here. His eyes blinked a
couple of times on their own accord, then Lance opened them to take a first
look as a vampire.

At first he thought Justin had turned on more lights. Then he realised it was
still half-dark, it was him that was different. Sounds reached his ears, from
outside, from the rest of the house...sounds he never was used to hearing
before. There was an unfamiliar sensation in his mouth, Lance let his tongue
slide over small fangs. Justin caught his action. "They'll grow," he said,
"not so much that people will start to notice. but enough so you can use
them." Use them. That thought lingered in Lance's confused mind for a long
time.

He turned to Justin, who stared back into his eyes. "You should see your eyes
now, Lance," he said in a gentle tone. "They're magnificent." The green colour
of Lance's eyes had deepened, keeping the sparkle. They glimmered like
miniatyre stars, small pools of intense lights.

Lance didn't hear what Justin said. All he could think of was the way the
dried blood on Justin's wrist invaded his senses. It was a hunger like he had
never experienced before. Unconcsiously he licked his lips, staring at the
rust coloured spots staining Justin's skin. Looking back up to find Justin's
eyes, Lance said: "I'm hungry." Justin smiled. "Let's go hunt!" "Hunt?" Lance
asked. "You mean..." Then the knowlegde of how his new kind fed hit him. "Oh
my God," he said, as he finally took in how drastic his life in reality had
changed.

"Lighten up!" Justin tried. "You'll get used to it." "Used to it?" Lance's
eyes flashed with anger. "How can you ever get "used" to killing people? What
kind of monster have you turned me into?" His words only made Justin shrug
again. "You take the ones that deserve it, or the ones that bug you...it's
really nothing to it." Still on the bed, Lance watched him, anger zimmering in
every part of him. "What kinda hell did you crawl out from?" he snarled. "Who
the fuck gave you the right to do this to me? I have to live the rest of my
life like a walking freakshow!" "Forever," Justin said. "What?" Lance
answered. "You are going to live forever," Justin told him. "You're immortal
now."

After hearing that, Lance fell silent, Sitting on the edge of the bed, he
couldn't move, nor speak, not even think. Immortal. Vampire. Hunger. He was
hungry.

A knock on the door startled them both. "Justin, are you in here?" a voice
came through and the door was opened. Joey entered the room and smiled when he
saw Lance. "I didn't know you had company..." he started. Then he stopped,
slowly turning back to Lance. Seeing Lance's tearstreaked face and shocked
expression, Joey carefully went closer to him. The blonde, green-eyed man
hardly acknowlegded his presence. "Justin, what did you do?" Joey asked under
his breath. "He didn't want to be turned." Taking Lance's chin carefully in
his hand, Joey made Lance look at him. The devastated look on the other man's
face nearly broke his heart. "You know the rules, Justin," he said, "you
never, never, turn somebody that doesn't want it!" "Rules," Justin snorted,
"why the fuck care?"

When Joey looked up at him, eyes going dark, Justin regretted his words
dearly. Letting go of Lance, Joey grabbed hold of Justin's sweather and
slammed him against the wall. "You listen to me, Justin," he said, his voice
low and deadly, "if you intend to live through the next day you watch
yourself. You follow the rules, and you'll never ever pull a stunt like this
again! Then I'll personally take you out, you got that?" "Yes," Justin
whispered, feeling hot tears of defeat and shame come to his eyes.

"What's going on here?" JC asked while entering the room. "Joey, what's
wrong?" Lance had moved back on top of the bed. He couldn't take this anymore.
Scrambling to his feet, nearly falling out of the bed in the process, he ran
out of the room. "Damn it all to hell!" Joey exclaimed. "Josh, stop him! He
just got a nasty little surprise, thanks to Justin here..." Without asking any
more questions JC took off after Lance.

Barging up the stairs, Lance desperately searched for the door. Running
through a large hall, he thought he recognized the hallway leading the the
frontdoor. Then someone came up from behind, tackling him to the floor. "Let
go of me!" Lance screamed, struggling wildly against the person that was
holding him. "Calm down," a voice said, "you can't leave now, it's nearly
morning!" "I don't care!" Lance answered, trying to push the owner of the
voice away. "If you go out now, the sun will kill you," the voice said. "Oh
God!" Lance moaned, letting himself fall to the floors. "I hate this!" he
said, as he started to cry. Someone picked him up gently and held him close.
"It's gonna be ok," the same soothing voice whispered and Lance looked up to
see a pair of compassionate blue eyes looking back at him.

Fairly sure that the man who was holding him now, also was a vampire, Lance
just leaned into the embrace and cried. JC hold him close, he couldn't believe
Justin would do something like that. He heard footsteps behind him, and didn't
need to turn around to know that it was Joey. Kneeling beside them, JC could
see the frown on his face. "Where's Justin?" JC asked quietly. At the sound of
Justin's name, Lance sought closer to JC. "Downstairs," Joey answered. "God, I
just don't know what to do! I never dreamed of that Justin would go this far!"
"He did," JC reasoned, "and now we have to deal with it. He turned someone who
didn't want to be turned. It's the guy from the club, right?" "Yeah," Joey
answered, running a hand through his dark hair. "Shit, I thought he was only
going to sleep with him, not...this!"

Lance had blocked out the voices. He hardly felt it when strong arms lifted
him up and carried him to a large room he hadn't been in before. Gently he was
placed down on a bed. "Relax," another voice said. Lance recognized it as
belonging to the first vampire. "We won't hurt you. I'm so sorry for what
happened to you." "Thanks," Lance mumbled, he felt weak. "You're going to have
to feed," the same voice spoke. "I don't want to," Lance said, but his eyes
betrayed him, Joey could easily see the hunger burning in them. "What's your
name?" he asked mildly. "Lance..." Lance answered. "Well, Lance," Joey
continued. "I'm Joey and that is my boyfriend JC. As you probably have already
guessed we're both vampires too."

Both JC and Joey had joined him on the bed. "I know you have a lot of
questions," Joey continued, using the same spinning voice he aways used to
make people relax around him. It always worked. "But you have to feed, Lance."
Rolling up the sleeve of his sweather, Joey helped Lance sit up some. "You
think you'll be able to bite through, or should I do it for you?" Joey asked,
holding his wrist up to Lance. Sensing the blood Lance couldn't restrain
himself anymore. Grabbing hold of Joey's arm, he bit down on his wrist,
quickly rewarded by a stream of blood pouring into his mouth. Greedily he
drank, too hungry to even consider what he was doing.

After a little while Joey gently drew his arm back. "That's enough for now,"
he said with a little smile. "Now you will stay here with us and rest. Tonight
we will show you what you need to know. But now we have to sleep." Lance was
too tired to protest. After snuggling up to Joey he fell asleep at once. JC
smiled. "He seems to have taken to you real fast." "Let's hope so," Joey said,
"he is going to have a hard time adjusting, that's for sure."

JC laid down next to them. "I know." "Joe?2 a small voice said from the door.
Joey looked up to see a sad looking Justin standing by the door. "Can I stay
with you guys tonight?" he asked. "Please?" Joey looked over at JC, who
nodded. "Ok," Joey said, "but we are going to talk about this tonight,
Justin." "I know," Justin said, cuddling close to Joey's back, "and I'm sorry,
I really am."

JC turned out the lights. "We'll deal with this later," he said. "Now we all
need to rest." As the lights went dark, the room fell silent. Joey felt JC's
hand in his and knew his lover was thinking the same that he was. How the hell
were they going to fix this?