Try me, Mr. Vampire(boyxboy)

Chapter TWO: The blood-sucking Zombie

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Alexanders POV

Shit....how is he not dead yet!?

Now, you would probably be expecting me to be calling the ambulance and get help. 

But no.

   Instead, I sat there like a complete idiot and stared at the red, liquidus substance that seemed to just pour out of the unconscious man like a rushing waterfall. It wasn't until he slowly opened his eyes, squinted, then shifted his eyes in my direction.

"Please, love...'help...me..." He coughed "no...hospital", his eyes then proceeded to close and he didn't re-open them again.

...did he just call me 'love?' Because if he did, I don't think I'm ready for that type of commitment.

   I quickly shook my head out of shock then made a decision. I can carry him to my car, take him home with me, then call Nate. Nate will be able to help...

Damn! Come on muscles, don't fail me now!

After many futile attempts to carry the man bridal style, I resorted to carrying him on my back. 

If this wasn't such a serious situation, I'd probably be laughing at the sight of this...little ole me, with a damn grown man on my back, with his hands and legs dangling as I stagger along to my car trying my best to not trip and causing us both to fall.

   Finally arriving at my car, I shimmied the bleeding man off of me to get one arm free to open the door. After I did, I gathered my remaining strength---even though I didn't have much to begin with---and picked up the man, then dumped him into the backseat of my car. 

   I sighed heavily as I got into the driver's seat. I bunched up my eyebrows as I leaned my head against the steering wheel while holding a tight grip on it.  

"Okay...so there's an unconscious man who is currently bleeding out in the backseat of my car...and my best friend is currently drunk as shiet", I muttered, "...and also passed out in the passenger seat...of my car...".

I'm beginning to get a headache...

"Ooooh, are we going to have a threeeeesome filled with fun tonight?", I was immediately startled as Carl drunkenly cooed in my ear, swinging his arm around my shoulders, gesturing towards the unconscious stranger in the backseat. I chuckled as I pushed Carl off of me and turned the engine on.

"Oh Carl, you and your drunk ass". Even though I was thankful for Carl's' comedic relief, my mind was far from being at ease.

   As I drove I glanced up and caught sight of the unconscious man--beads of sweat surrounded the man's forehead, his chest rose and fell with every passing air that went through his slightly parted lips. His eyes were closed.

His eyes...they were most definitely an unnatural color...

Who exactly is this man?

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"Here Alexander, take this and use it to clean up the blood--remember, do it gently or you could re-open the wounds", Nathan said as he handed me a bowl filled with warm water and a towel draped over it.