It had been almost a year since Alex had fled from Manhattan after the infection had been taken care of. Being demonized by the press didn't help him with Blackwatch still trying to kill him; so he had decided to skip town to keep his sister safe from them. After Dana had awaken from her coma, they had tried to live like normal people. But every time they found a nice place to settle down, Blackwatch soldiers would come in and destroy everything in an attempt to kill him. To him, it didn't seem fair for his little sister to suffer on account of him being a wanted terrorist.

Taking a very long walk, he ended up staying in Las Vegas; the one place no one would think of looking for him. He didn't have anything to his name when he died, and he still had most of it left. Now he was living on the same streets that he had first arrived at.

Alex walked thru the backstreets of the Vegas strip as the sun set after another failed attempt at getting a job, this time as a waitress. He had taken the form of a woman he had consumed during his time in New York, but they had told him that they needed someone with more feminine qualities. Morphing back to his original form, he began muttering under his breath,

"Feminine my ass, fuckin' pricks. I should have killed them when I had the chance..." Alex continued to walk, heading toward his makeshift safe-house; an old abandoned building that had been marked for demolition, but wouldn't be destroyed for a few more months.

As Alex turned a corner, he felt something collide with him at full speed, making him take a step back. Slightly surprised, he looked down and found what had hit him; more like who. On the pavement sat a young man with short brown hair, stunning hazel eyes and lightly tanned skin, rubbing his head as his cheeks became flushed.

"Ow! What the hell did I run into? A fucking wall?" the man muttered before he hastily got up and looked over his shoulder, his eyes wide with fear. That's when Alex finally realized what the other was wearing; a black corset with matching booty shorts and flats.

"Hey...why are you wearin-" Alex managed to get out before he was forcibly kissed and pushed against the wall behind him. He was stunned, his eyes wide and questioning as the other man continued to kiss him, while guiding Alex's hands to rest on his rather skinny hips. Alex gasped when he felt hands grope his ass, giving the other's tongue admittance to explore his mouth. Alex's eyes slid shut as his tongue fought for dominance with the other, pulling the other flush against him.

That's when he felt someone rip his hands away and forcibly remove the warm body from in front of him. Opening his eyes, he panted as he watched the scantily clad young man being dragged away by a rather buff man in a suit.

"HEY! What was that for?" Alex called after them, his face red and body hot. The young man looked at him, his face and tone sarcastic, but his eyes told a different story.

"I'm sorry hot stuff, but it looks like I can't give out free-bees!" he called back, fighting against the meaty hand on his arm only to be viciously shaken.

"Bitch! You know you aren't suppose to work if you ain't earning money!" the suit hissed, throwing the man forward and watching him fall on his hands and knees.

"YOU! Stop doing that!" Alex shouted, walking up to the guard with the intent of hurting him. The guard quickly pulled out a pistol, ready to shoot if the hooded man started something. Alex pulled back his arm about to turn it into his sword when a hand on his chest stopped him.

"Stop! ...Come on, handsome, next time you want me, all you gotta do is pay! Like the gorilla said, I've gotta make a living. But..." the brunette pulled Alex in for a kiss, only to plant it on his cheek. Before he was jerked away, he managed to whisper in Alex's ear, check your back-pocket.

"My name's Desmond, by the way. Be sure to look me up if you're ever at Abstergo!" Desmond called as he was pulled away, the guard yelling at him.

"Now you're gonna get it, bitch! The boss ain't happy about you running away. It's the third time this week! He's gonna make you work overtime for this, plus he might beat that pretty little face of yours!"

"Shut up, you steroid pumping dickhead! I'll be sure to tell him you damaged the merchandise! See? Now my hands and knees are raw! How am I suppose to work like this?"

Alex watched them argue until they turned the corner and were out of sight. As soon as he was sure he was alone, he jumped onto the rooftops and made his way to the safe-house, running and gliding until he was safely inside. Reaching into his back pocket, he was surprised to find a crumpled piece of paper. Opening it, he realized why this Desmond had that look of fear in his eyes,

SAVE ME.

Please. Help me. SAVE ME. Please, anything but this...

The pain was intense; his insides felt stretched and wet, he guessed that he was bleeding again. All he could tell was that the man above him was almost done. All he could do was grit his teeth and hope that he wasn't sobbing to loudly again. He gasped as the warm essence filled him, stinging his burning entrance and making him call out in pain. Tears ran down his face as he was dealt with; his broken form dumped on the floor of one of the backrooms of the club, his client content and paying the guard that stood outside the door. As the man left, some "waitresses" rushed into the room to help and begin clean-up. A blonde, her hair up in a stylish bun, hurriedly kneeled next to the fallen figure, her thin fingers running thru his sweaty hair.

"Des? Desmond, are you alright?" she asked, another woman handing her a towel. Desmond looked up groggily, his body weak and covered in bite marks.

"I-I'm fine, Lucy." he said as he struggled to get up. He shivered when he felt something slimy leak out of his abused hole, quickly reaching for the offered towel to clean himself with. Lucy looked on, worried,

"Des, are you sure? I mean, this is the fifth guy you've "serviced" tonight! What did you do to make Vidic treat you like this?" Desmond looked at her thru his tears, a tired smile on his lips.

"I tried to run."

Lucy looked at him like he was insane.

"What in god's name made you think it was a good idea to try and run again? Vidic's going to kill you!" she hissed at him, her hands holding his face. He gently removed her hands, speaking softly,

"I found someone this time. I gave him a note, and told him where to find me."

"Desmond...You know that's not gonna work! Vidic's got almost every cop in the district on his payroll. Even if he was able to find out about this, the cops won't do a damn thing, and he might end up dead!" she whispered as she helped him ease back into his shorts and corset. Desmond looked down at his feet, feeling new tears sliding down his face; he knew she was right. But he wanted nothing more than to leave this place and never come back.

"I know, Lucy...but Vidic never treats you like me. Clients like pretty girls, hence he doesn't leave a mark on you. They could care less what my condition is when they get their hands on me..." he sobbed quietly, his hand running over the scars that were spread over his chest and lower torso. Lucy quickly gathered him into her arms and gave him a firm hug, before she was shooed out of the room by a guard as another client stepped in and looked at Desmond with hungry eyes.

As Desmond layed back, his mind wandered to the man he had met; the thought of his piercing blue eyes and pale skin was enough to help his mind ignore what his body was suffering. His eyes watered again as he wondered if giving that man the note was actually a good idea; maybe instead of finding help, he had just killed an innocent man. The thought made him sob, tears running with more force down his already red cheeks as he gasped at the bulging mass being shoved into his sore and painful insides.

"Please..." he gasped, mind starting to shutdown as his body became limp under the stress of continual rape. As his world became dark, all he could think of was the blue eyes of the man that he hoped would be his savior.