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Dead Or Alive	By : AEMorgan Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Bon Jovi Views: 1546 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Bon Jovi. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Why waste the energy?” Jon asked from where he was leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest. “Why not just tell me to my face?”

Alec growled and looked up, a sulky expression on his face. “Because that would be boring,” he pointed out. “My way is much more fun!” Jon raised an eyebrow but didn’t reply or move to stop Alec as he bent back down to Richie. Alec sank his fangs into Richie’s neck, pulling away almost instantly, a disgusted look on his face. He pushed Richie away, the guitarist’s head banging against the pillar he was chained to, knocking him out. “He’s marked!” Alec snarled, spitting on the floor.

Jon rolled his eyes and pushed himself off the wall, circling Alec, running one finger over his chest. “Well of course he is. You really thought I’d leave him unmarked if I thought there was the slightest chance you’d be back? I don’t think so!” Jon shoved Alec hard, sending the vampire flying back against the far wall, a pile of debris falling on top of him.

Jon crouched down in front of Richie, pulling the gag from his mouth. “Richie?” He cupped Richie’s cheek in his hand, willing the guitarist to open his eyes. “Come on, Richie, look at me.” Richie moaned, his eyes flickering open.

“Jon?” He wet his lips, a pained expression on his face as he moved his aching head.

“Hey.” Jon smiled at Richie. He spotted the handcuff key on the floor and grabbed it, leaning over Richie to free him.

“Jon…” There was a note of panic in Richie’s voice. “Alec… he’s moving.”

“I know.” Jon placed the key into one of Richie’s hands, curling his fingers into a fist around it. “Got it?” Richie nodded and Jon started to rise to his feet when he sensed Alec standing right behind him. Alec grabbed hold of Jon’s shirt-collar and threw him against the wall.

Jon slid to the floor, shaking his head, his features changing from human to vampire as he pulled himself to his feet. He stared at Alec, narrowing his eyes and pushing Alec backward. “That hurt!” He growled.

“It was supposed to.” Alec pushed Jon back in retaliation, starting a shoving match that lasted until Alec stumbled, falling to the floor.

Richie moaned, watching the of of them fight, Alec knocking the breath from Jon with a kick to the stomach. He shook his head in confusion; Jon was a… some sort of creature and so was Alec? He had to be dreaming, he told himself. But it all seemed so tangible as Jon sent a punch to Alec’s jaw, snapping his head back.

Remembering the key Jon had left in his hand, Richie fumbled with it, trying to unlock the cuffs without dropping it. He sighed in relief when he heard the lock click open. He rubbed his wrists where the metal bracelets had abraded his skin. He used the pillar he was leaning against to pull himself shakily to his feet, looking around the warehouse.

Jon and Alec didn’t seem to have noticed him as they continued fighting. Both of their clothing was ripped, Alec had a split lip, and Jon had a bleeding cut above one of his eyes. Richie winced as Jon kicked Alec in the balls, the bassist dropping to his knees with a hiss, before springing up and hitting Jon in the face with a volley of punches.

Richie took an involuntary step backward, massaging his stiff neck. He frowned as his fingers came away sticky. He brought his hand to his face, eyes widening at the sight of blood. Alec had… what? Bitten him hard enough to draw blood?

He had to get out of there, he realised, but he couldn’t just leave Jon, could he? It looked like Alec was winning the fight and if Jon was killed… He’d barely taken a step forward when a wave of nausea and dizziness caught him and he sank to his knees.

Jon heard Richie’s groans and he looked over at him. He was distracted long enough for Alec to get in a blow to the back of his head. A kick to the back of his knees and Jon was on the floor. While he was down, Alec kicked him in the kidneys. Jon curled up on the floor, arms wrapped around himself, hands cradling his injured kidneys.

Alec turned his attention back to Richie, crouching down in front of the human. He ran his fingers over the still bleeding wound on Richie’s neck. He brought his fingers to his face and licked the blood off. “I may not be able to drain you,” he told Richie conversationally. “But there is more than one way to kill a human. Most of them extremely painful. For the human, that is.”

“Leave him alone.” Jon ground out, pushing himself to his feet. He was breathing heavily, weaving all over the place as he made his way over to them, propping himself up against the pillar.

Alec sighed and looked up at Jon. “Aren’t you dead yet?” He looked back at Richie. “Sleep” He intoned.

“Don’t listen to him, Richie. Ignore everything he says.” Jon pushed back, panting with the exertion of the suggestion.

Alec laughed. “You really are out of it, aren’t you? I would have thought you would have realised there was no push behind my words.” He ran his fingers along Richie’s jaw. “Thought you really are quite open to suggestions, aren’t you, Richie? Ideas like ‘go outside, walk back to the hotel’ and…”

“You bastard!” Jon hissed. “You… you set this whole thing up.”

“That’s right, Jonny. I did. And mind your language!” Alec slapped Jon across the face, sending him back against the pillar, stars dancing before his eyes. Grabbing Richie’s arm, Alec dragged him to his feet, pinning him to the pillar, one hard leg insinuating itself between Richie’s thighs. He leaned in close; kissing Richie hard, fangs puncturing his lower lip as he pulled away, tongue lapping up the blood that welled to the surface. He laughed as Richie struggled against him, but the drunken guitarist’s strength was no match for his. “Just imagine all the fun we could have with these humans, Jon. All the things we could get them do to for us.”

Jon growled and lashed out at Alec, fist raised to punch him in the face. But Alec was ready for him. He grabbed Jon’s arm, propelling him backwards and slamming him against the wall. He placed one arm over Jon’s throat in a chokehold as he pulled something from his jacket pocket.

Jon’s eyes widened and he shook his head, mouthing the word ‘no’ as Alec showed him the stake he held.

“Oh yes.”
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