Violent Delights and Ends

Chapter 3 - A Wonderful High

Barry's POV again. He's struggling with his cravings for werewolf blood and then he opens up to Oliver about his old life and they have a little heart-to-heart.

Oliver closed his blue wolf eyes and damn it, I wasn't sure if I wanted to drink his blood or kiss him the most when he tilted his head like that and offered his neck to me. His lips also looked delicious, but not as much as the pulsing vein in his neck. His heart was racing fast which made me sigh when I leaned closer to his skin. I only brushed my lips gently against his scruffy neck and then I pulled back to look at him again. There was a tiny smile on his face. He was completely at my mercy and it made me feel euphoric before I had even tasted a drop of his blood.
  Then I carefully placed a cold hand against his warm scruffy cheek and titled his head a little bit more towards me. He didn't say a word and he was barely breathing. He opened his eyes and watched me as I licked my lips and my fangs appeared and it caused his blue wolf eyes to widen. "You still sure about this?" I asked and he nodded slowly before he let out a sigh.
"Yeah... I want you to bite me." Oliver sighed and leaned into me. I noticed goosebumps on skin. He was only wearing a t-shirt and sweatpants and I was glad to be wearing a black coat and a dark-red shirt and ordinary jeans underneath.
  He swallowed hard when I placed another tender kiss on his scruffy werewolf neck, before I licked a path from his earlobe down to that delicious pulsing spot that was screaming out for me to just drink from it. I heard his heart skip several beats while he was waiting for me to bite him. Then I finally allowed my sharp fangs to break through his skin and the high from the warm liquid hit me instantly as soon as the first few drops of blood had entered my system.
  While I was drinking the delicious werewolf blood from the gorgeous prince I slowly slipped my fingers into his dirty blonde hair and grabbed a tight hold that caused him to moan. Maybe it was because of that or the way I was drinking from him, but I didn't really care. It was such a wonderful high. Probably the best blood I've ever tasted since I became a vampire. Maybe it was because there was already a true connection between me and this handsome werewolf alpha.
  "Barry. Stop." Oliver sighed all of a sudden, but I was lost in the high and I couldn't stop because the warm fluid had taken over all my senses. The smell. The taste. Oh god the taste. The sight of Oliver's wide open mouth while he moaned softly and the feeling of his hardening cock against my leg. It was even more exhilarating that the poison from my fangs seemed to turn him on like that. I couldn't make out his voice until he managed to raise it.
  "Barry... you need to stop. Now! Barry!" The alpha mustered a yell through his paralyzed state and I quickly pushed him away from me, while I gasped. His blood was dripping from my mouth and his wide blue eyes stared at me. Not in fear, but more in fascination and he looked a bit dizzy and worried about me.
  When I noticed him taking a few dizzy steps backwards I clasped my hands over my bloody mouth and tried to dry the worst of it. The bite marks on his neck was slowly fading but not quick enough. And the smell of his blood was still overwhelming and I rushed towards him again to drive my fangs into his neck again when he stopped me by placing two warm hands on both sides of my face.
  "Look at my face. You need to calm down, Barry." he spoke softly while still holding my face between his hands. "I'm fine. You stopped in time." The low grumbling werewolf voice was soothing me.
  "I'm so sorry." I mumbled while I took a few steps away from him again and covered my face in my hands after what I nearly did.
  "Barry. Are you okay?" Even though I almost just drained him of blood Oliver still worried about me. The surreal situation almost made me laugh.
"No... and you're not either. You need to take a sip from me again, I think I drank too much of your blood." I worried about him too and was just about to bite my arm when Oliver held up a hand in protest.
"No. No need for that. I'm fine." he claimed before he added. "I just don't think I should drink from you again considering the state your blood put me in." he said with a non-amused chuckle but I totally understood the alpha, he still appeared to be drawn to me, and I knew the poison that now pulsed through his veins, because of me, would last at least a day.
And as if he could read my thoughts he said. "And I'll feel better tomorrow." and I nodded in understanding, but I knew the bite marks on his neck would take time to heal even for a werewolf. I was just relieved I didn't weaken him too much.
  "Again, I'm really sorry, Oliver. But I did warn you." I said and the alpha chuckled one of his warm laughs.
"Yeah. You did, but it was so worth it, Barry." His words surprised me the most. Yup, he was definitely still affected by my poison. "That high was crazy... I've spent most of my life avoiding vampires and especially their bite, but that felt amazing. I get why some werewolves and humans get addicted to that rush now." the alpha continued with a fond smile at me that lit up his blue wolf eyes.
"That's just the poison from my fangs talking..." I murmured quietly and looked away. I feel so guilty for hooking him like this. Wait, what if I've hooked him on my blood now? I was shaking my head. "And I think you should go now before I get thirsty again." I added and the prince raised an eyebrow at me as if it was a dirty remark. Once again I was glad I couldn't blush when he nodded and slowly started to walk out of the cell, but then he turned around to face me again.
"Thank you for saving my life, Barry." Oliver said while he threw a last glance at me and I felt a warm rush pass through my body. Something I thought I for sure had lost when I died and became a vampire.
I hadn't felt a feeling like that in two years since Hunter dragged me away from my loved ones and turned me. Dragged me away from her. "Iris..." I whispered which caused the alpha to stop in the door to the cell just as he was about to walk out and close it.
  "Iris? As in Iris West? The human girl?" Oliver asked as he turned towards me again and startled me with his question.
"How do you know Iris?" All sorts of emotions welled up inside of me as I felt a glimpse of hope for the first time in two years. Maybe she hadn't moved on during these past two years? Maybe she didn't believe I was dead after all?
"I don't know her. But I remember a detective called Joe West and his daughter, Iris being here a few times a couple years ago talking to our police captain Quentin Lance, my father-in-law." Oliver explained while he headed back inside the cell again and approached me. I suddenly couldn't keep my tears inside. I thought I couldn't cry anymore but apparently that wasn't the case. But Iris and Joe had been looking for me. They hadn't given up on me.
  "Barry, you're crying..." the werewolf said who must've noticed it too. I dropped down on the lonely bed in the cell and covered my face to cry into my hands, it felt so good to be able to cry again.
Oliver walked up to me and sat down next to me.  "You loved her, didn't you?" he asked softly and I nodded before I looked up and met his blue eyes. Strange how close we already were that he could tell without knowing me. But it made sense with my blood in his veins and his blood in my veins. In the vampire world blood-sharing is the most intimate thing you can do.
  "I thought they believed I had died. Because I did... but she didn't give up on me..." I sniffed and then a warm comforting hand reached for mine and intertwined our fingers while the werewolf alpha spoke in a comforting voice.
"When you really love someone, you never give up on them even when they're dead. Because the ones you love and have lost are always right here, next to you, watching over you." Oliver spoke quietly and it sounded as if he talked out of experience so I looked up at him again with tears running down my cheeks.
  "Who did you lose?" I asked and squeezed the warm hand in mine gently. I wondered if my hand was as cold to him as his was warm in mine?
  "The first night after I triggered the werewolf gene, my father and I were supposed to meet up in the underground cellar in the woods, the one you saw tonight..." he interrupted himself to glance at me before he continued telling his story. "...so he could teach me how to survive as a werewolf, but he never showed up. I had to endure the first painful transformation on my own and when I woke up the next day I had no memory of what had happened. But as I got home my mother told me that my father was gone. So was his entire wolf pack. They had been slaughtered by vampires." I listened thoroughly at Oliver's story and I felt so much compassion for him. I had no loyalty to vampires even if I was one so I hugged his hand lightly in mine.
  "I'm sorry for your loss. I lost both my parents  when I was young so I know how it feels." I almost whispered even if I had already mentioned that my parents had died when I was eleven earlier when I met the two werewolves and their blonde human friend. The alpha looked up at me and met my gaze as if to tell me to keep telling my story since he shared his past with me.
  "They were also killed by a vampire. I didn't know it back then, but all I remember was a quick blurry creature murdering them both. Then the vampire transported me away from our home and I wandered around for hours, until Joe found me and took me in. And I fell in love with his daughter, Iris who I already knew from school and then two years ago, shortly before I was turned, I thought my life had finally started to turn around when she admitted that she had feelings for me too." I found it very easy to be honest with Oliver and basically poured out my whole human life story to him while he listened. "The last time I saw her was the night I woke up as a vampire and Hunter forced me to sneak into the West house and feed on them. But I couldn't do that to Iris or Joe, so I was forced to drink from Wally, Iris brother instead otherwise Hunter would kill them all." I had never told my human story to anyone before and it felt good to finally be able to talk about it and cry it out. Especially when the strong alpha gently wrapped an arm around my shoulders and allowed me to curl into his solid muscular body while I cried.
  "I'm so sorry, Barry. You didn't deserve to go through all that." Oliver murmured comfortingly into my ear while he hugged me tight and I sobbed quietly as I wrapped my arms around him in return. After a few moments of silently crying in his embrace I remembered the real reason the werewolf had stayed in the first place so I eased the embrace to look up into his icy blue eyes.
  "Did you remember what Iris and Joe asked about when they were here?" I asked as I was suddenly filled with hope again. Maybe I could see them again? Maybe they were still hoping I was alive somewhere?
  "I didn't think I'd have to remember it but I remember being at the police station to visit my wife Laurel, and they both sounded upset while they asked questions about mysterious disappearances." Oliver replied and then he added. "But I'm sorry I don't have a better answer for you. If I knew I'd meet you one day I would've figured out more about it." My lips twitched into a smile when the stubborn alpha said that. It's probably just my blood in his system talking but his kindness makes me feel warm despite being cold and undead.
  "It's still better than nothing." I assured him while the werewolf proceeded to get up from the tiny bed.
  "Anyway... I really need to go get some sleep tonight, it's very late. I don't even know what time it is but it's probably morning again very soon and some of us don't sleep all day." Oliver said with a smile on his face as he teased me. The smile grew across my face too when he walked towards the door.
  "Thank you, Ollie." The nickname sorta just spurred out of me, because he had said before that it was okay for me to use it and he didn't seem to react on it at all. He just gave me another genuine smile.  
   "Maybe all vampires aren't that awful." Oliver said with a wink at me before he locked the door to the cell and left the dungeon. Then I pulled my legs up on the bed and rested my chin on my knees.
  Long after the alpha prince had left I couldn't stop smiling. This afternoon I was escaping hell and now I was finally starting to believe that I wasn't doomed to be alone forever after all. Maybe I could still be with Iris? Maybe I could have a normal life? Thanks to a very stubborn and handsome werewolf prince.