We Are Bulletproof

"Mmm, poor baby." Through the crack in the door, JC ran a finger along the side of Niall's cheek. Silly thing. Why was he guarding the door like that? He had already invited JC inside, so she had free reign. She could have popped it off its hinges but that required effort--and JC didn't make an effort for just anybody.

At the mention of drugs, however, Niall perked up considerably. JC's smile was Cheshire. She reached into the top of her dress and pulled a small packet from her bra. "Here you are, darling. Enjoy." The beautiful Prystal twinkled with the promise of a good time as she slipped it through the crack to him.

"Plenty more where that came from. Come see me if you need another little pick me up~"

He would. She knew he would. The amount in the bag was enough for a brief, tantalizing taste but not quite enough to last him through the day. JC blew him a kiss and turned away.

Well, well, well. Little Niall had finally found someone to call his.

On the other side of the door, JC laughed a full, throaty, amused laugh. Sweet little lamb. Curly-haired angel. Blood as sweet as nectar when he was stuffed full of Prystal. Delectable.

"Oh darling, don't tell me you're serious." JC leaned against the side of the door and peered through the narrow gap at Niall's bloodshot eyes. Or, really, eye. Her tone changed to one full of sympathy. "You look tired, dear. Had a rough night?" Mm... one wouldn't have thought that such a handsome young man would be that rough, but appearances could be deceiving. Maybe Niall's new man had peculiar tastes.

"Do you need a little pick me up?"

There was more than one way to skin a cat. JC didn't need Niall's cooperation to gain his cooperation and dear, dear... she was so interested in Niall's new man now.

Fresh blood. Ah, nothing could surpass the excitement of a new face--especially a new human face. JC sensed that something was awry when Niall failed to answer the door for her last night, despite multiple knocks. JC generally didn't go to such lengths to procure a meal--she had boys ready and waiting and oh-so-willing for her bite.

But through the door, she had heard the beat of two hearts. One beat very fast and very hard. There was fear, too, and some other dominant emotion that she couldn't quite grasp. But more to the point--Niall had ignored her for someone else and JC just needed to know who. Then, when she saw him walking away from Niall's door just now...

Just because she was a classy lady didn't mean that she was above peeping through peepholes.

So here she was, at Niall's door again. JC was fond of Niall. He was always up for a good time and he was very reliable in that sense. A smile slowly unfolded across her lips as she tapped a long, red nail against the door.

"Why do I need to get out of here, Niall?" Her voice was dripping with honey. "Are you waiting for that handsome young man to come back? You should introduce me to your new friend, darling. Maybe we'll all get along."