Protection.

For someone whos human

⚠️Warning⚠️
Hinting of DV. Don't read if triggered

You blink as you get slightly pushed by Christian. "Look. There goes your food." You take a look across the balcony. Your bored expression was quickly fixed by an amused one as you watched the man dressed in a white beater and baggy shorts. A cig between his lips wiggled as he mumbled to himself.

You can't help but feel a little guilty, the man already looked frustrated, he was having a bad day you could tell as he jiggled the balcony door. He must've got locked out.

If only Loren was here, to stop Christian from his silly actions. But he was probably out doing the same thing you were doing. Looking for something to sink his teeth in.

"You know Christian, for someone human, you're a bad influence on me." Of course, this was his idea. He claimed that you were too soft for someone who's half dead and half dog. And it was hard to convince a himbo that you weren't always like this, that you were dead for 3 years and taking care of a child for 2.

Your head was removed from your body, and everything you did in the past was blurry but you got the concept.

You were an immature child. Someone who needed to die and come back to life to realize this life shit isn't a joke.

Then before that, you quit drinking human blood before you reached 23 because you thought you could catch something to stop you from having sex. Of course, you couldn't, but the anxiety was there.

That's all the younger you ever thought about. Sex, weed, and chaos. So of course you changed, you were 32, (even though your body hasn't changed since 22) and you sure as hell felt it. Even in your "rebellious" stage you still had common sense... well, enough.

"Yeah yeah, stop stalling." He says in a joking matter, but when you're eyes caught his, you saw a sense of worry and guilt. You weren't a mind reader, but you knew he wanted to help. To snap you out of your domesticated state. Because he's seen you dead. Head sewed on and thread keeping you shut. And he'd stop it again from happening.

Even if that meant manipulating you into going back to your ruthless teenage days. The sick masochist that didn't get the chance to meet Quincy or the seven boys that made your naturally fast heart pick up some more. Before meeting.... Okay ew, let's stop.

You looked into his eyes for a few seconds before looking over to the man that picked at the balcony door. "Don't feel bad for this one." Your eyes narrow, confusion taking your features. "What?" He tilts his head over the man who was now banging on the door, yelling out curses.

"He has a wife and two kids. A twelve and two-year-old." He mumbled as you took in the words he was yelling out. "YOU FUCKING CUNT OPEN THE DOOR!" Next, you looked up at how tall the building was. It was at least 12 stories. A luxury apartment.

He didn't have to finish the sentence to know the situation the kids and wife were in. It was self-explanatory. "Is he drunk?"

Christian rolls his eyes, not interested in the question. "Does it matter? Does it taste different to you if he is?"
You almost pushed him off the building for the smart remark. But instead, you threw your leg over the metal fence and followed it by the other.
"Yes, it changes the taste. But human blood is human blood. It'll be drained either way."

Satisfied with that answer, he sighs and focused on you as you shuffled to turn towards him.
"Be careful now. We don't need anyone seeing miss bodyguard handling business." Giving Christian a look, you raised the wired headphones and put them in. "How about you motivate me? I'm not in the mood to kill anyone."

"Hm... good idea."

He leans in and places his hand on your shoulder, mouth close to your ear as he whispers. "You might be a dog, but let's hope you land on your feet like a cat." What?-

He pushes you...

He fucking pushes you!

"Whoa! FUCKING-CHRISTIAN!" You cursed him, a growl escaping your chest as you fell.

You watched as he smirks down at your falling body. Watching you fall eight stories.
I'll fucking kill him.

"Huh? What's that?!..." the male that was in his night clothes turns, but by then, the noise had already stopped.

"Shit." You grunt, landing on your feet, the nasty sound of something breaking causing you to fall to your knees.

The pain from the bones in your legs breaking and regenerating causes you to hold in your screams. "Fucking-fuck!" You cursed in a squeaky voice. Depending on how fast you get to the man trying to break in, you'd heal in no time.

You stepped out of the cracked concrete below you groaning as you do so.

"I'll end him."

Suddenly, you had all the motivation in the world.

With shaking hands, filled with rage, and trembling in pain, you grabbed your phone from your hoodie pocket and pressed play. You've come this far, but you didn't know if you had it in you to listen to his screams.
You always questioned your younger self for that.
That damn baby changed you.

Groaning as you straighten your back, you closed your eyes and took a deep breath. You always avoided doing that, the smell of humans making you stick to shallow breaths. But fuck, you hated to admit it, you missed that painful burning feeling in your throat.

When you opened your eyes, you could see and smell everything. There wasn't anyone, well human, walking the streets. But you could still hear them. The wet noise of their beating heart made you gulp, the burning of your throat increasing. When you breathed out, you lifted your neck upwards, ears picking up the annoying sound of the aggressive knocking and the aggravating noise of the man cursing.

"What are you standing there for? Jump boss." How could you still hear him? You assumed from the bloodlust, your senses increased. Attention flicking from the door jerking, your now red eyes met with the human eyes of Christian. He looked down at you with a cocky grin, the once guilty look completely gone and replaced with amusement. Of course, he found your suffering funny.

There was no need in responding since he wouldn't hear you unless you yelled. So you settled with flicking your middle finger.

He chuckled, which you heard through the R&B blasting through your headphones. These are useless.

Okay __. It's been a while. But you got this...who are you kidding, it's been 5 years since I've tasted any type of human liquid... any type. What the hell am I saying? You cringed at your inner monologue.

"Tik..tok... looks like he's about to bust the window next. Once he gets in there, who knows how many people he'd hurt? Or kill... maybe he'll be soft on them but let's be honest...that look in his eyes says something different." Christian says, his tone losing that joking tone.

That earns a snarl from you. He couldn't hear your audible warning, so he keeps on prying.

"What if he goes for the wife first? And have the kids watch... you know how that goes in cliché movies. The killers usually have them watch..."

Suddenly the noise of glass breaking catches your attention, and the slow creaking of the balcony catches your ears.