Beast of the Night

Surely Die - SIXTEEN

"...Vee..." Ennard obediently held the soft human waist, and Vee wrapped his arms back around him, pulling him close and leaning his chin on Ennard's shoulder.

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Vee hushed him, running his little hands through the soft raven hair of the man. He was right. This unique beauty was something he loved. Vee abhorred the poor vampire no more. What was he thinking! Of course, Ennard was still that chivalrous man he saw at the auction. I was not hurt one bit, even though he was prey. Yet, the creature standing a foot taller, hugging him so lovingly, was injured. This was all my fault. I should have hidden myself instead of fantasizing. Oh my... what would Ennard think if he found out how lewd I was!

All these thoughts rushed into his mind at once. It made his arms curl tighter around the bent neck of Ennard. But the raven hair stood without motion, noticing the trembling in the human's clutching hands. Was Vee scared? Ennard gulped and stood all the way up, his back aching at the position he had to be in. He swept Vee into his arms, planning to take him away from chaos. "Why are you shaking, are you cold?" Ennard stared at the human in his arms, who was burying the fluffy peach hair on his shoulder.

Vee, stunned by the quickness of his hold, stared up with wide eyes. Waiving just at the sight of Ennard's glowing red eyes gazing back to his own, he fell limp in the strong arms that held him up. Vee felt like a bride. Somehow, he enjoyed it. "N-No, sire... j-just a little conflicted."

Ennard let out a small chuckle through his fangs, making the human clinging onto his neck flush red. The long legs, covered in torn black harem pants, with bandages at the ends of the pants started to step forwards. He still felt weak, with eyes that could not discern the stone wall filled with corrosive moss from the negro tiles of the floor. The weakness of his blood was still overpowering him. Nevertheless, he would not lose his smile for Vee. "Conflicted? Why don't you tell me about it, out of this squalid room?"

Vee nodded, shyly hiding his face in the vampire's chest as he was carried out. He didn't think he was so light. But even his wife used to comment on his small height. Calling him "little man," just like she did his son. It made Vee laugh, even when he was insulted straight to his face. But now, this didn't even cross his mind. This vampire filled all his thoughts, leaving no room for Ruth norKoa. It had been so long since he forgot the pain. Usually, the thoughts would buffet about in his mind. Even his wounded back felt numb in the arms of Ennard. What was this healing power? Is it just the abilities of a martinet, to make even the pain flee in terror?

"Vee?" Ennard spoke softly, waking Vee from his thoughts. Vee was still in the vampire's arms, sitting on his lap with his arms around his neck. How long was he in a haze?

The two were resting on the side of a dark colored tatami. The dim lights flooded the room in a soft brown tone, as they did throughout the whole castle. Commodious and quite luxurious, much more than Vee, a poor hunter, had ever seen. Ennard was grinning, amusement in one corner, and calmness in the other. But... he was much too pale. The red beastly eyes he knew so little about disappeared into a colorless grey.

"Sir! Your eyes are-"

"Yes, I am aware," Ennard replied in a whisper.

"B-but what does it mean? It has changed to so many colors since my arrival!" Vee clutched at the stoic vampire's chest, watching as the man sighed and held him even closer to his pale skin.

"I do not produce my own blood." He took the little hand holding his chest and placed his fingers on his neck. Ennard stared into Vee's eyes as he waited silently.

Vee gazed down to the neck as his hand was held to the cold skin. He gasped and looked up to the calm tilting eyes staring down at him. There was no pulse. "So, when I starve, my blood is used up, and the color of crimson drains from my eyes, as well as my veins," Ennard whispered tiredly.

Vee gulped down a lump in his throat. It was much too somber to think of such a thing. "B-but what if it runs out fully, and you are not fed in time?"

"Then I will surely die."

No, no, no. This cannot be true! I cannot lose him just yet!

"The animals blood only made my extant that much slower. It is not compatible with a pure blood, but it keeps me alive for a dire moment." The weak grip on the human slowly released with weakness. Soon, he lay down on the matt, his back propped up by the folded white sheets, stacked by two.

The vampire let out a sudden quiet chuckle. "Even now, I am resisting the urge to implicate with the animal and devour you."

Vee stared blankly; his hands folded as he was rested on Ennard's lap. "Why don't you?"

Ennard kept his weak eyes open, barely able to respond. "...because, I have never had a possession as precious as you."

Vee started to tear, calling out the vampires first name softly, until there was no response. His eyes went wide, the rain drops from the lids of his pale eyes falling onto Ennard's bare chest. "No..." He covered his mouth, staring at the body without movement. Vee tore off the skin on his handhis nails digging through, one deep cut right in the middle. The human trembled and groaned in pain. He moved the hand over the pale parted lips, letting drops of blood fall onto Ennard'stongue. "Wake up.... please..."

Fifteen drops of blood hit and stained Ennard's tongue, running down his throat. This action may be reprehensible, but he had no choice. What else was he supposed to do? Vee was too late to give up his neck. And he was too late to find a servant.

"Please!" Vee cried out, squeezing a voluminous amount of blood into his pale mouth. "Wake!"