Beast of the Night

Get Out-- Seventeen

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!"

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After a moment of the blood sinking down into the vampire's dry throat, Ennard opened his blushed eyes, gazing slowly to the sobbing little human on his lap. "...Vee?"

Vee had his bloody hands covering his face, shaking with fragileness. Even when this... hunter was crying, almost screaming in a hoarse quiet voice, he was still beautiful. When he heard a faint voice, his head shot up to find Ennard looking back at him calmly. "Sir Ennard?" Vee whispered; one side of his cheek was covered in blood. The frail human suddenly smiled through his vast tears, "Sir Ennard!" He fell forwards onto the rough naked chest, hugging round the startled vampire.

Ennard stared down. He could feel the fangs poking on his own lip; he could feel his mind start to darken, as well as his sight. The cheek of Vee tapped his neck, pressing against it to hold the raven hair's body like a needy child.

"Vee... Why would you do that?" Ennard's deep voice grew strong, almost worried. His eyes were crazy. The smell of Vee's blood almost drove him insane. He could feel the drops of blood rushing to fill him up for only a moment. "You're alive! You're alive!" a voice hazily shouted, causing the pure blood's ears to twitch. A pale nose tilted over to the tan hair, taking in the scent from Vee's bloody cheek.

Vee flinched at the tap of the nose, looking up with glistening eyes. "Ennard. It does not matter why. Are you well-" Vee hesitated.

The eyes that faced down to him. They were no longer welcoming. A difference in the rose color, a crimson vein in the iris of the eye. There was no joy, nor was there anger. Only pain. The dimples of his cheeks reappeared, and creases in the gap of his eyebrows. A vein could be seen at the temple of his pale expression, and a divot on the sides of his sharp jawline from clenching his teeth. "Sir E-Ennard?"

The vampire stared up at the wide eyed human, letting a clicking growl of his throat escape. "Get out. Before I hurt you more."

"Ennar-"

"Get out!"

Vee flinched, biting his plump pink lip to keep from sobbing. "But..." Vee's voice hitched, looking down at the claws gripping straight through the mat, holes everywhere from their deathly cut. "Y-you're hungry... you'll die if I leave."

"And you'll die if you stay," the pale vampire whispered back, instantly clenching his teeth again. He could not see anymore. All was red. All was blurry, and the only thing he could focus on was the exposed neck above the buttoned-down covering.

Vee could not look away from the mess below him. A lump in his throat kept him from crying. "T-then so be it."

The pupils filled with lust went wide and scornful. Vee raised his trembling fingers, pulling out the ivory buttons one by one, dirtying them with the dripping crimson blood. "no...." the voice whispered, and a larger fanged hand reached out and took Vee's little bloody hand.  

The big pale hand gently pulled See's wrist to his lips. Ennard kissed its sweet taste before bearing his fangs.

Vee couldn't help but wince. Would it hurt? Would it kill him? What if-

Just when Vee fell victim to his mind, he looked down to his wrist to see Ennard already digging into the skin with his fangs. It... didn't hurt. It felt quite nice. Ennard's soft lips gently pressing on the wound, sucking softly on the bloody spot. But it made Vee very tired. As if he was being drained of energy. Vee slowly trailed forwards in weakness, falling on Ennard's chest with a little thud.

Ennard could barely control himself. Vee tasted so sweet... yet he was being so gentle. He pulled off of the soft motionless wrist, his eyes a blood red. "Vee...?"

He looked down to the boy's closed eyes as he slept on his chest. "Vee... I love you." He tapped his forehead softly to the sleeping humans forehead, wrapping his arms around the fragile human and holding him close. "You shouldn't have let me live."

"What if you could have been killed? My brothers would have drained you dry."

Vee listened quietly, his eyes only slightly open with a dazed look to them. "...but I'm still living, am I not? Just hold me, my sire," he whispered.

Ennard sighed with a stoic complexion. he obediently held Vee as close as he could, closing his eyes and listening to the soft sounds of peaceful breath. Vee let a little grin slide on the corners of his lips.

He loves me?