a mystery.

_{david was SMART enough to realize when he was being watched. he could feel the stare burning into his neck, and david had enough sense to know to be cautious. with dwayne off on another rampage  –  was he even still in santa carla, david wondered?  –  and max sequestered behind the counter of a record store, there was no one by his side to protect him if someone decided he was an easy target. but why would he be? surely no one, not even the gangs around santa carla, looked at him and saw someone worth fighting.}

_{every time he chanced a glance back to see who had their eyes on him, it was always the same man. so well put together, always neatly dressed, always impeccable. and he had to admit the man was attractive. attractive men staring at men could only mean one thing after all. that was far easier to deal with than someone trying to fight him, someone wanting him dead. he knew how to handle someone who WANTED him.} 

_{he took his bike off to the side, kept it safe against the fence down the way before walking up behind the stranger. his footsteps are as quiet as he could make them as he slipped up beside him, arms leaning against the fence as he finally made his presence known.}

_{“ looking for someone? “   david teased, blaine’s position on the fence forcing him to look up to see him.   “ you should know you don’t get anything you want in santa carla just by LOOKING. “}

Blaine should have known better.  That losing sight of David was a mistake that could end terribly if the other was aware he’s been following him for as many nights as he has.  Why he didn’t get up and leave was beyond his usually keen rationale.  Or maybe he was hoping he’d be found out and David would be the one to approach him because his nerves just weren’t catching up to his want to talk to him.  

Frowning in disappointment that the blond vampire was gone–toes stretched down to dig at the sand and grass underneath the fence.  Maybe tomorrow night things would go different.  He’d stop silently watching from the shadows and walk up to him, throw everything to chance and see where the chips might fall.  Or..  Who knows?  Tomorrow would tell.  Chances were it’d be a repeat of tonight but Blaine could hope his willpower would kick in and stick around.

Seems fate might be doing him a favor for once.  Because to Blaine’s shock, someone came to stand beside him that had no clue was coming.  For someone with preternatural hearing, he’d missed the steps of…  Oh no.  Common sense said to look up and confirm his suspicions of why he might not have heard..

Him.

“I..,” mouth agape–the vampire looked mortified.  Head tilted back so he could get a few of his pursuit up close, Blaine’s brows crumpled together and he smiled (if you call the uneven, apologetic wobble of his lips a smile). “How long did you know..?”