Chapter Text
Prologue
Lance McClain dies on a Tuesday evening. It's raining; a steady downpour that keeps all but the most enthusiastic club goers at home, or in this case, college students trying to avoid deadlines.
Lance McClain dies on a Tuesday evening; he meets his deadline, but not in the way he expected. Draws the proverbial permanent line in the sand.
He comes back as something else.
If you look closely, you can see him now, standing there in the rain, his lean outline lit by the neon glow of the shitty diner across the street. Leaning against the wall of Club Altea.
He's waiting.
Watching.
There's a boy, you see. There's always a boy.
Keith Kogane leaves the club, pulling the collar of his red jacket up around his neck to ward off the damp, chill air. Forget the weather: he should have been more concerned with what remains of Lance McClain.
Keith Kogane disappears on a Tuesday evening, and they never find his body. But, if you look closely, there in the flickering neon light, you can still see Lance McClain, eyes lit with an unearthly blue glow, monstrous charm sitting at those full, sensuous lips, sweet red blood dripping from them like cotton candy.
Keith Kogane died on a Tuesday.
Or...
Did he?