❝Klaus Mikaelson was the monster one would tell their children, he's the villain in everyone's stories, but for me he was the prince who saved me from myself and I think I saved the last bit of hope within him.❞
Bodie Erikson wasn't human, but...
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There was a lot which Bodie thought about. Number one being that he forgot how good fresh blood was and the taste of it in his mouth. Number two being how amusing all of this was with Klaus and how different it was to have their fill on blood. And number three the thought of how they were before they went on their little hunting spree, a part of him cursed at himself for acting the way that he did considering that he thought of everything that Klaus could do to hurt him—and of course, everything that was painful that came with Klaus—but being around Klaus made Bodie act without much of a thought process.
He was sat on the floor, leaning against the wall, he had a man that looked as the age that Bodie appeared as between his legs—and Bodie's arms were wrapped tight around the man as if to make sure that the man wouldn't run. The young man's head was tilted to the side, blood was running down his neck. He'd compelled the man to stay quiet and to do what he said, but at the moment, Bodie couldn't help but feel the urge to drain the man dry. Bodie couldn't help it, he was really hungry, between everything that happened, he hadn't had the time to eat, but now that he had some, he couldn't help himself.
He felt guilty about all of this but there was a part of him which didn't care as much as he should've, yet at the same time he cared. And yet, his hunger was as raging as ever. He was close of just draining this random guy and fetching someone else for him to drain, but he knew that he couldn't, but he wanted to, oh gods he wanted to.
When he stopped drinking for a moment, he tilted his head back for a moment—his eyes half closed and fangs retracting. He blinked the change in his eyes away, so they were his normal brown, hoping that Klaus hadn't notice the slight tinge of yellow in them. Though it was then that he caught sight of Klaus, who—unlike Bodie—was sat on the broken sofa with a woman beside him, there was blood on her wrist yet (thanks to compulsion) didn't seem bothered at all. Yet, that wasn't what caught Bodie's eye, it was the fact that his eyes met with Klaus', but he turned away as soon as their eyes met.
He felt himself groan slightly, pushing the man he was basically draining the life out of, off of him, and stood up. Bodie wiped his mouth as clean as he could before walking over to where Klaus was sat. And Klaus just watched as to what Bodie was doing like he was confused as to what he was going to do or what he was planning. Though, to be fair, Bodie didn't know what he was doing either.
When he was close enough to Klaus, he dragged Klaus up to his feet by pulling his arm—though Klaus almost pulled his arm away, yet before he could, Bodie lightly pushed him to the wall and kissed him. Bodie didn't know what he was doing, it was as if he was just already annoyed over everything that they've done so far and just needed to do this to get it out of the way.
Bodie felt himself smile in onto the kiss, more so when Klaus kissed him back. He thought that Klaus would've pushed him back but the surprise that went through Bodie when Klaus returned the kiss ran through him thick. It was then that Klaus moved the pair of them, making Bodie be between both Klaus and the wall.
