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Blood packt pt6

Tw for drog usage mentoins.

The blond vampire sighed and lifted the human's head, placing it on the bed. Dream blinked up, his confused puppy expression earning a toothy grin that made the too sharp fangs visible. Dream smiled back, although he wasn't sure why... Everything felt strangely distant and hazy, his mind only filled with the screams of his insicts. He was in the den of predators, after all.

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"We need to discuss the.... Human situation." The coven was gathered around a table in the dining room, Tubbo sitting in Ranboo's lap,  forcefully cuddling them. Tommy sat beside the two, fingers tapping on the table, a bit bored. Wilbur sat on the other side, eyes looking at the one sitting at the head of the table, Phil, who just spoke. The man's fingers were interviened, great black wings resting on his back. Next to the coven head, across from Tommy, sat Technoblade, no emotion rolling off from him. Three empity seats were on the other side of the table, one on the other end, one beside the Beeduo and one beside Wilbur.

The dining room was minimalistic with cream coloured walls and stone floors painted just like wood. Plants decorate the place, blooming from brown pots you can find in every flower shop. The door leading to the kichen was closed.

"I want to keep him." Tommy, dear ever so open and outgoing, Tommy announced it without a second thought, making all the eyes snap to him.
"What? Don't tell me you thought we should just let him back to the streets! And have you smelled his blood! If it tastes half as good, he would still be the sweetest I've ever tasted!" He explained with heat behind his words.
"And you should have seen him and Tech! It was so sappy that I could have puked right there!"

"Tommy, calm down." Philza said, and his wings moved a bit to show his annoyance. The blond scoffed and crossed his arms.

"I mean, it wouldn't be a bad idea to keep him. We've already started to get him into an instinct driven state. There's no way he will do something dangerous." Technoblade, ever so calm and collected Technoblade, always with the best reasoning, said, and Wilbur took over from him.

"He's right, and it would be useful to have a blood bag here, so we don't need to leave the manor so often." The brunett chimed in. His yellow sweater was covered by a brown trenchcoat. Tubbo just shrugged and pulled closer to Ranboo, who did not look interested in the conversation, calmly writing some things into his book.

"I did not say that we will just let him leave!" Phil spoke, his voice was calm. Wilbur stood up and excused himself to quote, "See the blood bag for himself."

Or something.

He headed up to the room Dream was staying in and knocked.

This is short, I know, but I am now speedrunning to the end because you guys caught up with me. Have a nice day!