Snippet #2252146

"Beautiful." Aedan purred, bringing his drink to his lips as he listened the hallow wooden sound that the bat made as it connected with the mans face. His search was over. Collecting his things once more, he gave a gentle kiss to one mans forehead, thanking him for the offer of a ride home, but refused.

Slowly, he made his way to the garage.

"Hey, Pretty Boy." Aedan stopped. Leaning on his car were five big burly thugs of different races. "Word around the ring is you got a new favorite."

Aedan scoffed slightly, adjusting his shoulder bag.

"Marth, please get your ass off the Porche." He quipped rather distastefully. Marth, the tallest of the group, grinned, showing of two vampiric fangs.

"Aw, does the big bad coach not want his pwecious car man handled?" He growled, smirking as his gang began to encircle the male; Aedan remained unphased. "Well... let's see how the faggot enjoys being MAN handled." Slowly, the group advanced.

The blonde only huffed and slowly dropped his bag.

"Marth," He started, his voice calm and cool. "If you want to live to see that whore of a girl you call a mate, I suggest you back off now."

"Oh really, and what's a scrawny twerp like you gonna do?"

Aedans smile became a full on smirk. A dark one. Reaching into his pocket, he slowly produced a small silver knife. To anyone else, it was piece of junk. But to Aedan, it was a useable weapon.

"I'll give you to the count of three, Marth."