"Shh, don't scream." A short boy whispers against a man's neck, his pale hand covers and grips the taller man's face with a force that makes the man's bones whine in protest. The boy's amethyst purple eyes are surrounded by dark crimson, and from below those eyes snake streaks and vines of darkness, tainting his porcelain white skin. His pink lips are twisted into a manic grin, two pearly white fangs on full display. "It'll hurt less if you stop struggling." The boy comment, gripping the man's face harder as he lifts him from the ground, his feet kicking to try and reach concrete.
The boy doesn't wait for the man to calm down—he never wanted him to; blood tastes better when they're scared—before his face dives down to the man's artery, two fangs ripping into the supply of crimson life.
The two of them had been friends for a while. The taller man, Daniel, and the shorter boy, Henry, met at a night club where Daniel fought off some older guy who was "trying to take advantage" of Henry in his drunk state. Henry had half the mind to kill Daniel at first—he ruined a perfectly good meal—but decided against it. It'd been a while since he played with his food, and Daniel was definitely a five course meal—over 6,0" in height, muscles that would put Hercules to shame and a jaw sharp enough to cut diamonds. Henry honestly hates that he has to finish his little game in something as dull as an alley, but his favourite Kitty-Cat called for him to pickup his shit and get to mystic falls as, according to some source she didn't feel the need to specify, relayed that the two brothers arrived there a few days prior.
So here he is, almost ruining the best meal he's had in over thirty years for his true family, even if it's not by blood. All because she's still infatuated with the boring brother with—unfortunately—pretty hazel-green eyes.
As the first burst of metallic blood reaches his tongue, Henry forgets all about the unfortunate place and timing, loosing all sense of control as his grip on the man's jaw accidentally increases, snapping the bone and nearly ripping the bottom half of the man's face off. But Daniel's muffled screams and yells go ignored as Henry continues to gorge himself on liquid life. Until there's nothing left, all dried up.
Daniel's corpse drops from Henry's grip without grace and with a crack as something breaks.
"You done?" Henry honestly forgot he was still on the phone with Katherine, but her voice breaks him out of his blood blissed state, his fangs retracting and his eyes and face returning to normal as he brings his phone up to his ear.
"Yeah. Would've preferred to do this in a silk bed, sweaty and covered in cum, rather than in a gross alley that reeks of piss." His voice is muffled as he begins to wipe away the blood drenching his mouth and neck, before freezing... right, magic. "Sanguis supernatet." He mutters, the blood staining and drenching his body and removes itself from his skin and clothes, streaming off into the air a few inches away from him, the multiple streams meeting and joining to form a sphere of red. A ball of blood now floating innocently in the air.
Letting go of the magic sustaining the spell, the ball of blood drops to the dirty floor with a quiet splat.
"Just hurry up and get their, I need you to keep an eye on Stefan." Katherine chastises, receiving an eye roll she can't see from the boy with snow white hair.
"I'm moving, Jesus." Henry groans in response as he leaves the alley and corpse behind, joining the moving crowd of New Yorkers. "I'll be there in a few days." He promises before hanging up the phone. As much as Henry loves Katherine—which he really does—her obsession with with his older brother gets on his nerves, and the fact that she always expects him to uproot his entire undead life whenever she asks—and he hates himself because he does so without hesitation.
'Mystic falls, here I come.' He thinks with an eye roll, pushing someone in his path away, smiling when they crash into a group of people, all of them falling to the ground, followed by that same group attacking them.
(Sorry that it took longer than I said it would to update, but I honestly forgot to write and then I fell asleep. My brain wasn't really working while writing this either.)
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