Daydream // Chanlix

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"Please, p-please." The man cried out, the feeling of his back pressed firmly against the brick wall making him realise he had nothing left to do but beg. 

"If you didn't listen to those girls' pleas, what makes you think I'll listen to yours?" The figure above him practically growled. 

"I-I don't know what you're talking about." The man was shuddering through and through. 

"Yes, yes you do." Was all that was heard, save for the low whimpering coming from the terrified man before the figure. 

It was quick, but painful nonetheless, when two razor-sharp teeth dug into the man's jugular, causing him to only choke out a half-yell. Suddenly paralysed, body searing with the pain of having his throat ripped open, the man felt himself slumping further down the wall, the blood rushing out of his body and into the figure's mouth at what felt like an ungodly speed.

It was only a matter of minutes before the bleeding stopped - not because his body was healing, but rather because there was no blood left to lose. 

The man's fresh corpse slid sideways, head hitting the concrete with a thud as the figure retracted his teeth from the man's neck, dropping him and wiping at the slight dribble of blood that had managed to escape his lips in his frantic feed. 

The figure stood back, staring what he had just done - what he had just killed. On some deep, internal level, he felt the familiar pang of guilt that always hit him whenever he killed someone, but it was quickly drowned out by the pure satisfaction and adrenaline rushing through his veins from the hunt. 

The figure straightened up, looking the body over one final time, before spitting the one word he could think of to sum up the dead man's character. 

"Pervert."

It was then that the vampire heard footsteps rounding the corner of the building he was behind. Normally, he would be alarmed at the approach of a potential witness, but he knew exactly who was coming, and it brought a smile to his lips. 

"Felix." He called out in recognition, seeing the familiar blond figure come into view from around the corner.

Felix was smiling, a bright smile that glistened with pride, but also excitement as he approached the scene. 

"You finished?" The blond questioned, though it was obvious from the state of the body before the two that he was. 

"Yeah, just done." 

"Hmm." Felix nodded, leaning over to examine the dead body on the ground that was growing colder by the second. "Not a drop left. You did so good, Chan." 

"Well, I have the best teacher." Chan grinned, snaking his arms around the waist of the smaller, brain blocking out the fact that the man he had just killed was laying less than three feet away from the couple. 

"Can't argue there." Felix chuckled, placing a chaste kiss to the elder's lips. 

Still under the rush of his kill, Chan tried to pull the younger back in for a deeper, hungrier kiss, but the blond resisted. 

"Let's get out of here first." Felix raised an eyebrow, eyes gesturing over to the corpse. 

"Right." Chan nodded, releasing one arm from Felix's waist, but keeping the other positioned tightly to hug his body to his own as they walked. 

It had been six months since Chan had been turned by the younger, and though he had his struggles, the vampire life was suiting him just fine. He found that after his transition, while he was still himself, his mind was able to block out certain things, and ignore certain feelings. One of which being the guilt from his instinct, and overwhelming urge, to kill.