Long Live. // Luke Hemmings 5SOS (Vampire)

Chapter 12 - Wide Open

Photo above is an original design and drawing of Rosemarys neck tattoo by me. I hope you enjoy this chapter :)

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In an ideal world, Luke would have stayed with Rosemary for the night. A regular man may have suggested it was risky for him to walk home at this time or told Rosemary he'd prefer to keep her company whilst her roommate was away. He was not a regular man. He was, however, desperately hungry.

After his heated exchange with Rosemary, he could only describe the feeling as ravenous; best not to stay in her presence, then. He maintained his composure as well as he could, but the feeling only grew, so in spite of his own greedy instincts wanting nothing but her in that moment, he announced his departure.

Rosemary was disappointed, but understanding to the reasoning he gave - that he wanted to take things slow, and staying the night would only make that more difficult. It wasn't a lie - it just wasn't the only truth.
Unaware of Lukes alternative desires, she climbed into bed that night, still thinking of him... His eyes, his hands, his mouth... imagining all of those body parts on hers...

If Luke could have teleported home, he would have - but he wasn't that out of the ordinary. However, he still made it home at a speed that no regular man could achieve.
He walked into his home, pushing his hair out of his face as he huffed out an exasperated breath. Impatient, he rushed towards the kitchen, only to be stopped abruptly when Michael appeared before him in a flash.

"And what time do you call this, Hemmings?" Michael teased, unknowingly blocking Lukes access to the kitchen.

"Michael, seriously?" Luke groaned, pushing past him and making his way towards the fridge.

"Hey, you're the one who didn't tell me you were going out. For all I knew, you could've been dead." Michael complained sarcastically, making Luke chuckle to himself.

"Don't be ridiculous." He rolled his eyes in subtle amusement as he opened the fridge and pulled out a labelled plastic pouch, the insides saturated with a familiar deep red shade.
Luke didn't hesitate to rip into the bag with his teeth, letting out a satisfied hum - a growl, almost - as he squeezed the bag in his hands, feeling more of the cold liquid flow down his throat.

"Christ, have some fuckin decorum, would you?" Michael scoffed at Lukes hectic feeding as he grabbed a bag for himself. "You're getting it everywhere." He frowned, seeing the blood drip down Lukes chin and onto the tiled floor. Luke eventually pulled his head back from the bag, letting out a heavy breath from his stained mouth and leaning against the kitchen counter.

"I'm hungry." He muttered, licking his lips and leaning his head back with another satisfied sigh as his sharp fangs and the veins beneath his eyes began to conceal themselves once again.

"Yeah I can tell. It's kinda freakin me out." Michael chuckled, twisting the valve at the top of the pouch and calmly bringing the small tube opening to his mouth. Luke looked down at the damaged pouch in his hand, seeing the remnants drip onto his skin and the floor. He sighed, throwing the mostly empty packaging into the nearest bin.

Luke had been drinking from those safe little blood bags for years, but that night he found himself craving something more...

"Did you get anything from Rosemary?" Michael's sudden question caught Luke off guard, making him quickly turn his head to stare at him questioningly. "Like, about her power... Y'know, the Laveau stuff? You said you'd learn more."

"Oh." Luke said in realisation, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "Uh..."

"What, were you too busy canoodling?" Michael mocked as he closed the valve on his blood bag and tossed it back into the fridge.