A/N: This fanfic is quite graphic...in language and in sexual content. You have been notified and warned. :) This is also my first ever FanFic. I hope it's good... *bites nails*

Also, things that only have apostrophes 'like this' are things that aren't said.

I do not own any of these characters within...they are strictly the property of Cowlip and HBO...No infringement on copyright intended.

Chapter Two:

The Special One

_Justin's P.O.V_

Out of the corner of my eye, I see him. He's walking up to me slowly, stalking in a sense. All I can really make out is his height and the fact that he's wearing a black button down shirt that fits him perfectly. My stomach is in knots and I'm having a hard time blocking out the thoughts of everyone around me.

'That little waiter twat needs to get his ass over here and refill my damn coffee.'

'What the hell does he think this is, a buffet? I need some fucking service.'

All the sounds are beginning to make my head pound and my nerves split in two. But all the sounds are beginning to pale in comparison to this Adonis like creature approaching me now. Turn around Taylor! What are you? A scared little girl? I took a breath and turned around steadily to face the object of my thoughts. God, his eyes. The windows to the soul. His are hazel with gentle flecks of gold and bronze, and they are blazing with lust and hunger that I've never seen. My throat becomes dry when I open my mouth to speak. Now, I am at a loss for words under his intense stare. The corners of his mouth turn up into a slight smirk at my blatant nervousness. But what's puzzling me the most...I can't read him. I can't hear him thinking.

_Brian's P.O.V_

Well isn't this interesting. He's a shy one. I might have pegged him for a more flamboyant gay boy but now this. He's playing hard to get. That's what it is. Ohhh, I see now. He's been down  this road before. He's playing that lovely human game of cat and mouse. Well young man, you're about to be out played.

"Hello young man." I say with my sexiest, alluring drawl. He blushes once more, sending a tingling sensation throughout my body. That truly is a wonderful shade of red. But he hasn't looked up. So I try once more.

"Hello. I'm Brian. Brian Kinney. And you are?" I say as I gently place my hand on his shoulder and spin him further toward my prying eyes. He sighs and peeks up at me through a drape of golden lashes. His eyes are even more of a crystal blue than before. He takes a moment to compose himself and smiles a bashful smile.

"I...I'm Justin. Justin Taylor." He stammers breathlessly. The entire time, my eyes are glued to the cherry red lips that are uttering the precious information. I unconsciously smile at his nervous appearance. He's shuffling from one foot to another. This makes me grin even harder as he speaks again.

"Um...what can I get you sir?" He asks as he fumbles for his pad and pen in his apron.

"I'm not hungry for that kind of food." I say with a devilish grin. He turns the color of a ripe strawberry and smiles as he looks up into my eyes.

_Justin's P.O.V_

He's not hungry for that kind of food. Well, I think I know what he's hungry for but I can't be sure. I can't hear his thoughts.

The one time that I wish I could hear someone's thoughts and I can't. That would be about right. I think to myself while I'm searching his eyes for an inkling of a clue. I get my answer when his grin widens and he deepens his gaze into my eyes.

"Well, is there anything I can get you that isn't on the menu sir?" I ask as I nervously put pen to paper. I've never been this nervous around a customer. But then again, this man has the face of a God. Beautiful from head to cock...I mean toe. From what I can see he's pretty fucking well hung. I shake my head to clear the rapidly growing dirty thoughts. He catches it.

"When do you get off?" He asks as he gently runs his fingertips over my hand that's holding the pen. He's stroking my index finger ever so lightly, causing electric pulses to go through my body. But the only thought I can muster is...why is he so cold?

"Your hand's cold." I blurt out, sounding like an uneducated child. He chuckles with a throaty sound toward the end. He removes his hand from mine.

"You didn't answer my question Justin...And please, call me Brian." I was hoping he wouldn't notice that I hadn't answered. But nonetheless, he had. Believe me, he may have been the most gorgeous thing to ever walk on two legs, but something about him screamed danger.

"Um...I'm not quite sure. I'm kind of on call." I lied. Instantly, his devious grin began to fade...and something in me came rushing to the surface.

"But I can see if I can get out of it." I blurted out quickly, seeing his eyes light up once more and his grin return. He leaned into me, brushing his lips across my ear. His lips were as cold as his hand had been. Weird.

"Good...then you wouldn't mind if I showed you my humble abode?" He whispered in a breathy secretive tone. His cool breath sent a shiver throughout my whole body, right down to my cock...which was slowly growing every moment that I was around this dangerously beautiful man.

"Y...Yeah. That...um...that sounds good." I breathed out. He let a throaty laugh escape his lips as he returned his gaze to mine.

"Good. Then how about I wait for you to go find out." He said in an almost commanding tone. I blushed once again and nodded emphatically. He smiled and placed his hand on the small of my back as an encouragement. I turned away from him and made my way toward Debbie, who was taking the order of two regulars. Michael and Emmett. When I got to her side, I was greeted as I usually was.

"Hey, Sunshine!" Debbie squealed and as if on cue, Emmett began his usual chatter while Michael gave me his usual fake smile. Except, neither knew that I could hear their innermost thoughts.

'Great. Blond boy to the rescue. God, does he have nothing better to do than ruin a perfectly good Friday night. I might have actually had a chance with a hottie. But noooo.' Came from Michael. That's usually what he's thinking when I'm around. Some form of hatred toward me. What did I ever do to him? And of course, Emmett.

'Damn Justin. You never cease to take my breath away baby. What a cute little bubble butt. If only you were a beefy top. Whew, I'd snatch that hot little ass up!' If Emmett were any less sweet to me, I'd cringe at his thoughts. But Emmett was my favorite of the bunch. He always made me laugh. But I was brought out of my thoughts by Debbie snapping her fingers in front of my face.

"Hey. Hey! Sunshine! You in there baby?" I shook my head and tried to give her my best Sunshine smile. She fell for it and pinched my cheek gently. Then, I remembered what I came over to ask her.

"Hey Deb, can I get the rest of the night off?" I asked with my best smile and batting eye routine. But knowing Debbie, there would have to be more to the story. She popped her gum and smiled a knowing smile.

"Spill it Sunshine." She said with narrow eyes and her sly smile. I took a deep breath and glanced over  to Brian, who was staring straight at me and the others. He gave a small wave with his first two fingers and grinned. I gave a genuine smile back when I noticed Michael and Emmett practically drooling. Debbie was also seemingly entranced by him. They didn't seem to stop looking at him until I practically broke the counter top with my hand trying to get their attention subtly. Ha, subtle, around these gawkers.

"So Deb, whataya say?" I asked, having to physically turn her toward me. She shook her head a little and smiled at me. Then she put her hand on my shoulder and leaned in close to my ear.

"Look, Justin, I hope you know this guy because he may be gorgeous beyond belief but he's got danger written on him in huge letters. Do you know what he is? He's a vampire." She warned. When she pulled away, I noticed that Michael was still looking at Brian, Emmett had resumed looking at his Glamour magazine. I looked back toward Brian with trepidation. He was...a vampire.

_Brian's P.O.V_

This red-haired woman, I know what she's doing. She's warning Justin about me, not that it would be the first time someone's warned my impending prey. I see an inkling of fear in his eyes. But I also see something else. Curiosity. I'm also aware that his little mousy friend is still looking at me. The swish stick got a good look, drooled, and then went back to his inane tasks...but not this one. I give him a nod to make him aware that his gawking was slightly annoying. He obviously took my hint, cleared his throat, looked around, and turned in his seat to face his coffee cup. Then I settled my gaze back to Justin.

His eyes were hooked to mine. When I smiled at him, he smiled back. Given it's quality, I assume that he's still trying to heed the red-haired woman's warning. But he still seems interested. So I stood and made my way toward the group. The red-haired woman's eyes getting bigger with each step I took.

"Good evening. I'm Brian. Brian Kinney." I said, taking the woman's hand in mine. However, she didn't pull away at my icy touch. She gave me a slight, courteous smile and a nod of her head.

"Nice to meet you. I'm Debbie Novotny. This is my son Michael," she said, pointing to the dark haired one, "and this is Emmett Honeycutt." She said as she pointed to the swish stick. Emmett made a grand gesture with his hands. Michael, however, just mumbled a greeting and continued drinking his coffee.

"I know whatcha are." Debbie said out of the blue, looking at me. My eyebrow quirked and the corners of my mouth teased a smile.

"Do you?" I said quizzically, watching her closely. She nodded her head firmly and popped her gum. I nodded slowly and blinked a few times.

"Ooo, who is what?" Emmett said, his interest piqued. He looked back and forth between Debbie and me.

"He's a vampire." Michael piped up softly. His eyes now fixed on me. Emmett's smile faded slightly and his eyes shown a hint of fear. Debbie closed her eyes momentarily and nodded. I then turned my attention to Justin, who was looking at me curiously still.

"So. Can we get going now?" I asked, only looking at Justin. He looked toward Debbie, who closed her eyes briefly and nodded somewhat reluctantly. Justin's reaction was a dazzling smile that could've lit up a room.

"You be careful Sunshine." Debbie told him with her finger firmly in his face. I smirked at the irony of his nickname. Then she turned her attention to me.

"And you. I've only met a handful of your kind and they've all been ruthless assholes. You'd better not hurt him. Or your ass is mine vamp-boy." She said with a fury in her eyes. Looking directly into her eyes, I stood up straighter and rose an eyebrow.

"I wouldn't dare." I said as I gave Justin one last look before he removed his apron, kissed Debbie on the cheek, and gave his goodbyes to his friends. Soon we were out the door and headed toward my loft building.

Now, it was time to figure out just what made this boy...special.