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Blood packt pt5

Tw dream is still in a strange mindset. Other than that, it's fine.

The next time he awoke, it was in the middle of the night. The pinkett was beside him, staring with unblinking, cold, red eyes. Dream looked at him, titling his head to the side, partly to show his curiosity, partly to show that he was aware that he couldn't die. It wasn't the right thing to do because Techno growled, displeased, and reached for him. The blond flinched when he felt the warm hands, but a moment later, he leaned into the touch, eyes half lidden. He failed to see the obsessive shadow on the other's face or how the pupills expanded so wide like two black holes, sucking in all he was, all he will ever be. He was surrounded by warmth when the vampire pulled him into a firm but gentle hug. The human melted into the gesture, appreciating the warmth of something that was not supposed to be warm. But that is something Dream did not want to question if it meant that he could just stay in the strong arms where he was safe.

Was he?

He felt safe.

That's all that matters.

When Techno started moving, Dream tought he will kill him, or worse, let him go, but the vampire just sat on top of the bed, and pulled the blond onto his lap, one of his arms reaching out for a steaming bowl of soup, orlffering it to the human, who cupped it between his hands, and slowly but surely drank it, cheecks heating up with the warm liquid entering his digestive system. This was a lot better than mouldy bread or cold leftover meat on a bone he found in the trash. When he finished, the bowl was taken away from him, the hold he was in never letting up. Not that he minded thought.

"Thank you." He said with a small smile while looking up to the pinkett.

"No problem. Do you like potatoes?" And that is how the hours long converstation started. Dream got to hear the tale of a rivalry between two vampires over potato farming, tales of killing, of wars and peaceful times, of tournaments he could only dream about, of heroes who fell because of their own foolishness.

And Techno heard about the horrors of the system, how Dream loved parkour ever since he was a kid, he learned about the cruelty of foster parents, and about kind black haired boy and his family, who moved away, about a nice brunette, killed by a foster father's rage. About manhunts and forests Dream escaped from the adults when he was a child.

And before they realized, the sun came up, and with it entered a blond, who looked around sixteen. Tommy, one of the fledlings, Dream's brain supplied.

"Blade! Dad said it's my turn with the.... Oh my mum, are you guys cuddling?!" Dream flinched when he heard the loud woice, and then he felt the warmth leaving him. Did he do something wrong? Why is Techno letting him go?

"No, we weren't. Anyways, I have something to do, don't scare him too much, gremlin." Tommy huffed at the nickname, flipping off his older brother.

"Fuck you bich, the human will have the best time with me! He will wish I would never leave him!" Tommy was loud. Dream noticed such. It was annoying and amusing at the same time. Techno scoffed, and left the room, ignoring the small whine that left Dream's mounth. But the loud vampire fledling left no time for him to sulk, hopping beside him and start talking abou nonsense, never letting Dream speak wich was... Not something the human wasn't used to, but Tommy told him interesting stories and they bonded over the fact they were street rats... Well Dream still is. But when he mentoined it to Tommy, he just smiled brightly.

"Don't be silly Big D! You live here, so you can't be a street rat!" The blond vampire explained it to him.
"And since we won't send you away, you will never be!" The dark look that passed in the teenager's (does he count as one?) eyes went unnoticed. Him wanting to leave wasn't an option, and for some reason he was fine with it. A calm feeling nestled into his brain, chanting words he couldn't grasp the meaning of.

Safe, safe, safe, home, safe, obey them, they saved you, show grattitude, you are theirs.

Dream decided to ignore it in favour of the bowl of steaming soup the teenager handed him.

It was around midday after all.

Did time just fly by? Tommy was truly a great company.

Said blond was sitting on the bed, Dream's head in his lap, where he forced the human after he finished the soup, cold hands playing with the golden locks, chatting about something random.
The door opened once again, and a brunette stuck his head into the room, a goofy smile revealing sharp vampire teeth, eyes covered by hair.

"Dadza said you need to come down to attend the coven meeting." He said, and walked away, door left open, stepps bouncing across the hallway.

Have a nice day night, whatever!