The Hunter's Vampire {Re-writing}

Chapter 71 Piercing Stares

Leeland lay in bed, eyes wide as he stared at the dark wooden ceiling. He couldn't help but replay every intricate detail of his romp in the woods with Samson Duncan! Urgh! He stuffed a pillow over his face, screaming into it-praying his Vampire guardian didn't hear him. Fuck! He had... he had just received oral sex from that guy! What the hell had possessed him? And ABO? ABO! Not possible. That was just a Werewolf Lore in long-forgotten story books that parents used to tell their children about before the turn of the new age... wait, had his father... Leeland gulped. Had it been truth or myth? "But don't all legends have some truth etched into them?" He swallowed hard, "damn."

The morning came, with it the worrisome thoughts of what had indeed occurred. Leeland got dressed, head flooded with images of Samson. He reached for his new pastel green blouse that Rylyn had given him and gasped when he turned to the mirror and found a scattering of bite marks still slightly visible on his skin. Why were they still there? Is it because they came from another Wolf? He dispelled his thoughts with a shake of the head and resumed his task of buttoning the blouse.

He jogged down the stairs to see Vidaldus and Kalson idly chatting in the far corner of the dining room, the ringing semi-silence irritating since he could not overhear their conversation. He rubbed his temple.

Vidaldus caught a glimpse of the young Wolf and smiled, "Mother built this house in every sense of the word to protect the Witches that reside here. Some lumber she used was infused with trace amounts of Wolf's Bane, Monkshood, and Vervain, as you're likely familiar. So being unable to hear us is quite normal, plus it may cause you a headache, be careful young Wolf. Not every conversation needs to be heard." Leeland nervously winced at him, and Vidaldus smirked, leaning forward to drape an arm around Kalson's neck before lowering his voice, "not even you need to hear the yearning of a man for his partner." He kissed Kalson then, knowing that he spoke just loud enough for Leeland to hear, and with that, the pup scurried off to the kitchen.

Kalson shook his head, "why do you tease the boy so much?"

"Because it's fun, especially when he knows what I meant," Vidaldus answered.

Kalson arched a brow at him, "what did you mean?"

"Nothing concerning, darling," he pecked his cheek, grinning.

Kalson was not reassured but didn't question the Vampire any further, knowing that he'd only run circles around his queries and not answer the question.

Leeland rushed into the kitchen at Vidaldus' words, worried that the Vampire might have heard him last night. He gulped, holding onto the edge of the counter as he remembered the taste and smell of Samson. He growled low, willing the images away.

"Whoa there, Wolfy," Bisca said, holding up her hands at the glint of the Leeland's fangs, not too enthusiastic about being around the young pup after last night's incident.

"O-oh shit! I'm sorry!" He smacked a hand over his mouth where his fangs had grown. He swore, wondering why he reacted like this when he wasn't even agitated.

"Lee?" Vidaldus asked, coming towards the pup, cupping his cheeks to analyze his eyes. What was with this reaction? His scent was different. Had he... oh, oh no. Vidaldus' eyes grew, and he gasped at the grim realization. "Lee, how are you feeling?" He asked carefully, noting how pale Leeland seemed up close.

What was Vida getting at? "I, I'm fine." He said. Why was he suddenly concerned? The Vamp's change of tone and his damp scent worried him. His ears perk up. What was going on?

"Huh." Vidaldus sent out a mental signal to his younger brother. The dilation in Leeland's pupils was abnormal, especially early in the morning. He swore under his breath. The pup was imprinting... this was going to put him in a challenging position.