Title: Falling Down The Rabbits Hole
Author: SyrupandHoneybuns
Pairing: Aidan/Josh.
Rating: M
Summary: Josh is an awkward orderly who one night gets kidnapped by a rebelling vampire prince Aidan.
Warnings: Clumsiness and strong language. You have been warned.
Author notes: My story takes place in alternate universe where Aidan never left Bishop coven. Josh is still dealing with his lycanthropy and doesn't know that Vampire are real . Sally is Aidan friend and lives with him but she is still a ghost

Joshua Radcliff curses silently as he walks down the street. He glances back over his shoulder, scanning the street behind him suspiciously. He can't shake the growing, nagging feeling that someone or something is following him. He had passed two bus benches when a soft scuttling sound makes him stop and turn. A couple of feet ahead of him, the breeze had scatters a bunch of dead leaves across the street. He feels a surge of relief and chuckles at his foolishness.

Who would want to stalk him anyways? He is just some nerdy, socially awkward orderly who couldn't get a date to save his life. "But that's not all you are," Josh thought bitterly. He shoves his hands into his jacket pockets. "You're a monster," an eerie voice that sounded surprisingly like his own taunts. But nonetheless he finds himself nodding his head in agreement with the voice's taunt.

He is a monster. How else would you describe a person turning into a werewolf every full moon? Josh stops mid-step into the street and takes a step back. He leans against the cross light pole and waits patiently for the light to turn green. Once it turns green he crosses the street and walks through the entrance of the park.

Earlier that day he decided he would take the scenic route home. He absently thinks about making it a permanent thing when he abruptly realizes that someone is on the street with him. Out of the corner of his eyes he expects to see a woman jogging or a homeless person pushing a squeaky shopping cart but the trail is empty.

He clutches his jacket tighter around him as mid-fall winds brush up against him, causing him to shiver. But in the back of his mind he begins to wonder if it really was from the cold or something much scarier. Josh tries not to concentrate on creeping shadows that seem to inch closer with every step he takes. Maybe the scenic route wasn't such a good idea? He could already be hom-. Josh mentally slaps himself for calling his roach-infested hotel room home. It isn't home. There is no rug outside his door saying welcome, the room didn't smell like vanilla and lavender-scented candles, no one hugged him and asks how his day was when he came through the door. No, his hotel wasn't home, it was what he can afford.

Josh speeds up his walk. Determined to get to his hotel more than ever, he fails to notice as near a cluster of trees a shadow quickly forms the silhouette of a man climbing up the trunk of a tree. So he is sitting perfectly perched on a branch, looking down at his prey. Werewolves were hard to come by in this day and age. War, famine, and disease had spread across Europe and as the human body toll increased, vampires had turned to other sources for blood. Since werewolves were immune to human disease and could be found in abundance, many vampires began hunting and drinking from them, but the venom in a vampire bite proved to be toxic to a wolf system and in few centuries the gene was wiped out of existence. Only when white settlers and Native American tribes mixed did lycanthropy became reinstated back in the general population.

Aidan licks his lips. Sharp fangs protrude from his gums that seem to glow an eerie white that was unsettling to the otherwise pitch darkness around him. Pushing a branch out of the way, Aidan watches Josh exit the park and jog across the street to a rundown hotel building.

Aidan leaps gracefully out of the tree, landing on his feet like a cat, and draws back his hoodie, revealing a pale angular face with short cropped black hair and a permanent smirk grazing his sensual lips. He sniffs the cool night air, inhaling the faint lingering scent of pine and honeysuckle that he knows belongs to his wolf. Digging into the back pocket of his denim jeans, Aidan pulls out his cell phone and dials Marcus' number. He taps his feet impatiently against the pavement as the dial tone rings. Static crackles in Aidan's ear before the line clicks over.

"Yeah, it's me. Look, I need your help with something?" Aidan's grip on his cell phone tightens as Marcus' condescending laughter echoes in his ear.

"Now what would Bishop's favorite need with me?"

Aidan fights the urge to roll his eyes even though Marcus can't see him. He had dealt with sibling rivalry all his vampire life and tonight he can't care less if Marcus was jealous of the attention Bishop gives him. It isn't like he'd ask for Bishop attention. Personally he found it to be creepy and would gladly give it up to Marcus if he could.

"I need a favor. Meet me by the alleyway near Suffolk County Hospital in twenty minutes and bring a syringe of nix with you," Aidan says.

"Just because Bishop tolerates you doesn't mean you can orde-" Aidan flips his phone closed, cutting off Marcus' rant. There wasn't a doubt in Aidan minds that Marcus wouldn't meet up with him. When Aidan had ordered Marcus to meet up with him he had actually pulled rank on the older man. Being Bishop's favorite came with perks at least.

After sliding his phone back into his pocket Aidan takes off with vampiric speed toward his destination. He is a moving blur to the human eye as he moves across parking lots, sidewalks, and busy streets. He walks at a normal speed when he gets to the entrance of the alleyway and presses his back to the brick wall as he waits for Marcus to appear.

Even though Aidan told the other man twenty minutes Marcus doesn't show up till about an hour later. Aidan had wanted to punch the smug bastard in the face but decides against it when he sees the shiny sliver briefcase dangling in Marcus' hand. Aidan automatically reaches for it but Marcus takes a step back, pulling it out of his reach.

"I'm not in the mood to play games, Marcus," Aidan growls, crossing his arms. His face is pinched in anger and his hazel eyes are slowly inking over.

"Do you think I would hand over such a powerful drug as nix without asking a couple questions first?" Marcus pins Aidan up against the wall he had previously been leaning on and slams his elbow into the man's jugular.

"Has the stray finally found his way back to the pack?" Marcus taunts. Aidan narrows his eyes, they were now onyx black, and growls. Marcus is making fun of Aidan's choice to stop drinking from live sources. Against popular belief, a vampire bite is not an orgasmic experience. It is one of the most excruciating things a human could go through. The drug nix was developed to be use as a roofie to place their victim in a light sedation to make feeding easier on both parties.

"Maybe you shouldn't ask so many questions." In the blink of an eye Aidan has their positions reversed. Marcus' upper lip curls in disgust as they lock eyes with each other. He reels back his head then propels it forward, head-butting Aidan squarely in the nose.

Aidan staggers back, clutching his now-bloody nose. He wipes the blood off with the backs of his hands and makes a move to pounce on Marcus. Marcus dodges, and they start circling each other like sharks preparing to go in for the kill. Marcus is first to make a move, and not in the way Aidan had expected.

"Here," Marcus says as he throws the silver briefcase to Aidan who catches it with one hand. Aidan's eyes don't leave the other vampire as he clicks open the briefcase, only looking quickly away to see if the contents were inside. The syringe lays nestled against a foam cutout with the needle already attached. The amber liquid in the syringe shimmers as it swooshes back and fourth in the clear tube.

Aidan closes the briefcase and raises an annoyed eyebrow up at Marcus. "Remember, Aidan, there will come a time when you slip up and daddy won't be coming to your rescue." With those parting words, Marcus scales up the side of the building lining the alleyway. The flapping of Marcus' trench coat as he hops over the roof is the last thing Aidan sees of him as he disappears from sight, and hopefully out of mind, too.

Josh steps out of his small bathroom, steam follows him into the room as he vigorously rubs a small hand towel through his damp, chestnut-brown hair. He hums a cheerful tune while rummaging through his underwear drawer, pulling out grey boxers. He opens another drawer and produces a white tee. It hangs loose over his flat stomach, hiding his protruding ribs from sight. It had been months since he had a good hot meal, always opting to pay the bills instead of splurging on groceries.

Josh glances at his digital clock on his dresser, which flashes nine o'clock in blaring neon red numbers, and makes the hasty decision to turn in early tonight. Unbeknownst to Josh, a hooded figure carrying a silver briefcase stands perched on his hotel window, watching him drift off to sleep.

Aidan watches the steady rise and fall of Josh's chest for minutes, and once he is absolutely sure the wolf is asleep he quietly pushes up the window and slips into the room.

He places the briefcase on the dresser and takes out the syringe. He taps the end of the needle as he stalks over to the side of Josh's bed. He lovingly strokes Josh's cheek before plunging the syringe into the wolf's neck. Josh jolts awake and swings at his intruder. Aidan catches his punch and with the other hand he pushes down on the syringe, releasing the toxin into the wolf's blood system.

Josh's movements become sluggish and dull as the room starts to spin and his eyelids begin to feel heavy. He tries to fight against the growing darkness, but eventually succumbs to it and lays motionless on the bed. Aidan smirks as he lifts the lithe body into his arms and moves toward the window. Josh shivers as the chilly air nips at his skin and snuggles deeper against Aidan's warm chest as the vampire leaps from rooftop to rooftop with his prize in tow back to Bishop's lair.

To be continued