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Blacque/Bleu

Belinda McBride Blacque/Bleu Copyright ? October 2010 by Belinda

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Dedication

To my friends, whether you are gay or straight, bent or queer, kinked

or vanilla. You taught me to toss out the labels. You are simply my

friends.

Most particularly:

To CB: You came to me for advice on how to tell your mother. You

honored me.

To JS: You cried before you turned your back on your true self. You

made me cry too. (But I still want your clothes... They're in the

closet...)

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To CH: You not only came out, you managed to capture the prettiest

girl in the department!

To HH: You broke my heart during the last days of your life. I didn't

know you well, but you changed my life.

To J and L: You two still confuse the hell out of me!

Not only is this story for you, this is your story.

Happy tales! Chapter One

Oliver Bleu was locked in paralysis. He could only watch and listen as

the chaos of war swirled around the muddy grave in which he was

trapped. Blisters rose on his skin in spots where the mustard gas had

settled. His lungs closed off and filled with foul, viscous fluid... He

couldn't breathe... A beautiful, hateful face gazed down at him, fangs

distended, cruelty displacing love...

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With a choked cry, he woke from the nightmare, still frozen in place,

but instead of horrified screams and the roar of artillery fire, he heard

the muffled sound of a man's deep voice and the haunting melody of

southern rock on the radio. Lynyrd Skynyrd soothed him with "Free

Bird" as the burns on his face faded and the blisters were absorbed

backintohisskin.Hetookachanceanddrewbreath,pleasedwhenhe

didn't choke.

The dream had released him, but Bleu was still trapped, held immob-

ile by the presence of the sun. His limbs were heavy, and the mattress

under his back felt rough and lumpy. He labored through another

heavy breath and sighed, just for the sake of hearing something other

than the fading sound of battle in his ears.

He didn't have the refined sense of time some vampires possessed. He

only knew the sun was still up and that he was awake and aware,

though weary. He wondered how many more hours it would be until

he could rise and return to the night. He wondered how much longer

hehaduntilfatiguecrippledhimandhestarvedorfellvictimtoabig-

ger, stronger predator.

If he could have laughed, he would have. Oliver Bleu was undoubtedly

the only vampire on the face of the earth who suffered from chronic

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Resigning himself to the long day ahead, he closed his eyes, focusing

on the sounds of the day outside his resting place.

***

For whatever reason, the muddy, greasy undercarriage of the battered

Studebaker held a lot more appeal to Lukas Blacque than the flashing

lightonhisansweringmachine.He'dlistenedtothevoiceontheother

end of the line and then cranked up the radio before pushing himself

under the car on a rickety old creeper. He knew who was calling. He

simply didn't want to hear what he had to say.

Sincehe'dbeenakid,carshadbeenhissolace.He'dtaggedalongwith

his grandpa to auto shows, and then in high school had escaped from

thedramaofdailylifeintheshelteroftheautoshop.Hisreputationas

a tough had been hard earned even then. It had bought him distance

from the cheerleaders and the jocks who wanted to be his friends. It

hadkepthimsafefromthecuriosityofthekidsinthenewhighschool

in the town he had moved to. He played sports because he loved to,

butdidn'tnecessarilycherishbeingdraggedintothelimelightatevery

pep rally and homecoming dance.

He'd done his duty and gone on to college to earn his business degree.

He'd come home toArcada and surprised everyone bybuying oldman

Foster's garage, located in a small industrial park. Blacque had

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