Vampire Love

Chapter 1

Nathan looked out on the city that was both his home and his domain. He looked down on them from Adam's penthouse as the man in question and Sylar, their third ally, friend, brother and lover, played cards in the front room. Nathan knew he had no reason to feel jealousy or anger at being lonely; if he wanted to, he could enter their card game. He never left their world, for they had been the ones to bring him into it, turn him into what they were. A vampire. Yes, vampires existed and the world knew it. They and the 'sun-freaks' as Adam called them, had a truce going on that kept everyone happy. So long as the humans stayed indoors at night, they were safe and the vampires got to feast on three types of people; 1) homeless people (blood was blood; the packaging didn't matter) 2) Convicted convicts (the ones beyond all hope) and 3) those dumb enough to be on the streets after sundown. Nathan had never been part of any of those categories; he had been about twelve or thirteen when he was turned. Adam and Sylar had both assured him that he would physically as well as mentally age until he was about twenty five years old.

Nathan hadn't been some stupid little emo goth kid who wanted to become a vampire because he thought it was sexy; he had been a scared little kid with slightly over bearing parents who didn't want to go through life as a cripple. He and a friend had gotten a ride home with his friend's mom from their track meets when a truck had crashed into them. Mother and son had died instantly; Nathan's spine had been severed with no hope of recovery. Angela had cried and Arthur was furious. The only one who truly tried to comfort Nathan was Peter, their newborn baby boy and Nathan's baby brother. Peter had reached out with his little arms and Nathan held him as both boys cried. When they left, Nathan cried for a little while longer until Adam and Sylar came in.

They told him that, if they turned him, he would age till twenty five, then stop aging physically, never get sick, and, most importantly, he would get his legs back. Maybe Nathan should have thought the consequences through a little more, but the promise of his legs working again had been too great. Sylar had drained him to the point of near death, and Adam gave him his unique vampire blood. Before his transformation, Adam had simply been a post-human who could rapidly regenerate his cells; he had never lost that ability. So, after Sylar drained Nathan to the brink of death, Adam gave Nathan his very special blood and, five minutes later, Nathan was standing with the two men as Sylar kept the door shut as doctors and nurses all tried to enter the room where Nathan's EKG had flat lined. It was in that moment that Nathan realized he too was a post-human, though he was one who could fly. Since Sylar could absorb abilities by drinking the blood of another post-human, he too could fly now. So, with Adam holding onto Sylar, the three left the hospital.

Nathan had gone back and explained what had happened to his parents. At first they hadn't believed him, but when Nathan showed his fangs, Angela had screamed and Arthur tried to go for his gun. Sylar had stepped in, freezing the two and telling Nathan that it was time to go. Nathan never saw his parents or Peter ever again; the last sound he heard as he left the house, was little Peter crying and saying one word that sounded an awful lot like 'Nate' or, even, 'Nathan'. Through the years, Nathan grew into a fine young vampire and, when he turned twenty five, Sylar and Adam fully initiated him into their group (A/N: If you can't get the message behind that, well I'm not going to comment on it). After that, both men had told him how they had come to be vampires. For Adam, he had been a British samurai in feudal Japan when he discovered his ability to heal from any mortal wound. After Japan got boring (and some people were wondering why, after fifty years, Adam didn't look very old at all), he had traveled around for a little while, till he happened upon Greece where he was bitten and turned by a vampire. He hadn't even noticed any difference until someone had gotten a paper cut and he had almost gone into a frenzy over the scent. Sylar's story was a little more dramatic.

He had had an incredibly boring, ordinary life as the son of a watchmaker in the year 1659, born twenty years before that as Gabriel Gray, when Adam saw him. He could tell that the lad longed for something more than his ordinary life, but didn't know if he was worthy to receive the 'Dark Gift' as Adam had come to dub it. He could sense there was something that would make him worthy, but the lad had to physically show it before Adam would give him the gift. That opportunity soon came in the guise of a man wanting to prove that God was experimenting on some and getting them ready for the next step in evolution. He was positive that Gabriel had been one of those people because it was said he could fix a watch faster than even his father could, and he instantly knew what was wrong with it, just by listening to it. However, he was having trouble proving his theory and was about to move on when Gabriel 'suddenly' started to move things with his mind. A few days later, a body was found, with the back of his head smashed in. Adam had needed no further encouragement. He had gone to Gabriel one night, and said that people would eventually find out what was going on. Whether he was condemned for murder or seen as too 'different' to allow to stay, they would eventually kill him. He was given a choice, and he took Adam's choice. It was later on that they realized that when Gabriel, who eventually took the name Sylar for some unknown reason, drank from a post-human, he gained their abilities.

"Nathan, what are you doing?" Adam called from their card table and when he turned, he saw both Master Vampires looking at him.

"Just reminiscing about the past." Was all Nathan said as he came in.

"Reminiscing about what?" Sylar said as he got up and stretched his muscles.

"Our pasts." Nathan said again; one of these days, with Sylar constantly teasing him, he was going to find a way to kill the other dark haired vampire.

"It's pointless to reminisce about them; they're dead and buried." Adam said as he too got up and came to Nathan.

"Not all of them."

"Your family disowned you; why would you want think about them?" Sylar asked as he came up beside Adam.

"My ma gave birth to me and my pop raised me for twelve years; it's hard not to think about them while they're still alive."

"What about that little brother of yours? What was his name? Uh... Patrick? Paden?" Adam teased while pretending to think

"It's Peter and you know it." Nathan said while glaring at the taller and older (WAY older) man.

"Right, Peter, knew it started with a 'P'. Don't you miss him?"

"It's kinda hard to miss someone you don't know; he wouldn't remember me anyway; he was just a baby when I was turned. No doubt my parents told him that he was either an only child or, if he ever found any pictures of me, they probably said something like the Titanic happened to me or something." Nathan mumbled and his psychotic companions both laughed at him.

"How old would he be about now anyways?" Sylar asked once he calmed down.

"I guess he'd be around, oh say, twenty-two, maybe twenty-three?" Nathan pretended to guess when, in actuality, he knew his baby brother was only twenty-one.

"Ah well, all this talk about the past is making me hungry; what do you say we go for a little hunt?" Adam said as he flashed his second set of canines, sharper than a humans. The other two men smirked and they all headed out. They had been walking for almost twenty minutes when they heard a scream. Now, normally they wouldn't care, but this one sounded really young, like, ten or twelve years old young. They weren't exactly big fans over drinking from one so young; you kill the little ones of your meal source before they can make new little ones, you eventually lose your livestock. So, they went over to see if they could help the little one before she officially became a 'happy' meal as some fledglings idiotically called them. They eventually came upon the little girl and her attackers, about three or four altogether. They were right; the kid could be no older than twelve at best.

"You know the rules girly; you can't come out during this time or you become chowder." One of the idiots said. Nathan saw Adam shake his head at the idiots words; some vampires seemed to turn every Tom, Dick and Harry into vampires, regardless of looks or intelligence.

"Please! You have to understand! My momma needed some medicine and the pharmacist was so busy that-" The little girl tried to explain but another cut her off.

"We don't care about your 'mommy'; she should know the rules!"

"Please! Just let me go and I'll-"

"Sorry kid; looks like your mommy will be attending your funeral tomorrow." The third one said before leaping at the girl. She screamed and Sylar and Nathan were about to intervene when a bolt of blue lightning struck the vampire down.

"Didn't your mother ever tell you to pick on someone your own size? Let alone little girls?" A young man said as he came into view; his hands glowing with blue lightning in one hand and red lightning in the other. The three masters all felt their breath (if they had any) catch as they looked at the young man. He was a dark Adonis; olive skin, hair as black as midnight, eyes like bittersweet chocolate, full pouty lips that just begged to be bitten into, by man or vampire, and an innocence that refused to be erased.

"What do you think you're doing? You know the rules!" One of the vampires asked as they tried to stay away from the lightning bug that had just taken out one of their own.

"Not everyone is afraid of you; this may surprise you but there are actually some people around here that are willing to stand up to you. Run home little one." The Adonis said to the little girl who immediately ran off.

"You just made us lose a meal; you're in trouble freak."

"Try me blood suckers!" Two of the remaining vampires then charged him but he cut one down with the red lightning and the other with focused radiation; burning the vampire to a crisp in seconds.

"Empath." Adam breathed and Nathan could see that both elder Vampires were getting hard as they took in his power.

"You better watch your back freak; when the others hear about you, you won't get a moments peace until you're dead." The last vampire said as he started to back away from the Empath.

"Yeah? Well you can tell them this as well; Peter Petrelli is not afraid of any vampire that comes knocking!" Again all three men gasped; though this was a different kind of shock altogether. Adam and Sylar both turned wide eyes to their younger brother. Nathan knew that there was always a chance of coincidence but he also knew that this was not one of those. That was his little brother, his flesh and blood. This Empath was his brother! And he was by far the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen!

A/N: Sorry for the first chapter being so short, and I know I should have been working on The Trinity instead of a new story, but I was a little sad that no one else responded to my vampire challenge, so I've decided to answer it myself but if anyone else wants to try it, I wouldn't mind, so long as you don't use my words.