TW: Suicide ideation and mention of murder.
He kept on reading and rereading the letter in his hand. Petr had replied. As Milo suspected, Damien had mentioned to his cousin about his confession. Not only that, but Petr was, indeed, a vampire as well. And thanks to him, the violinist finally understood what that meant.
Many pictures crossed his mind as he read about the vampires' lives. They were, indeed, immortal. But Damien had told him that already, as much as Milo could not imagine how that would work.
That didn't bother him, no. But the scenes in his mind of Damien chasing people, feeding from them, and sometimes killing them, got him chilled to the bones. How could he have two sides so different in him?
He could still feel the man's lips on his neck, kissing and nibbling it.
How close he was from turning into their meal? How about his siblings? The thought of his brothers drunkenly walking along Petr and Damien brought him to the verge of despair. Should he alert them?
"I know it's hard to understand, Milo. However, we do have to hypnotize humans so we are not discovered. And that includes you. We won't do any harm or control you in any way, but there are just things your human mind will not comprehend."
He kept fixated on that part. He was hypnotized. Now he understood his confusion when going out to dinner with Damien or Petr, or the things his mind chose to ignore. Now he understood who Mihai, Ferka, and Alin were - their fangs, the way they controlled his body.
Was he really in love with Damien? Or was that just what the vampire wanted him to believe? Had he made a mistake?
Anyway, whoever Petr and Damien were, they were the same as those who had completely destroyed his will to live. He had nowhere to run, no one to turn to. He hid the letter inside his journal and went down for one more night of drinking.
The next morning, while going to the theater, he looked over at the river flowing rapidly as he crossed the stone bridge.
"If I was just brave enough to jump, all of this would be over."
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Milo stopped writing letters. While he would still pour his heart out in his journal, he stopped communicating with Petr and Damien, who now confused him to no end as he tried to understand what was real and what was not. He also ignored his family, since he was worried about what might happen to them if he irritated any of the vampires in his life.
Days and weeks went by. He would still receive envelopes with his loved ones' addresses on them, but he simply gave up on opening them.
Milo just wanted to be forgotten and fade into the background of people's lives. He no longer had the courage to let anybody see him - the former golden child now reduced to no more than a drunk musician.
The first day of their new presentation, a big thing for the Orchestra members, came around. He could see how many of his former friends now side-eyed him, disgusted by his constant breath of wine and the lack of care he put into himself. Worried about if the drinking would let him perform as he once did. The more heinous he looked to the others, the safer he felt.
He barely talked to anyone, except when Alis made him. That day, the maestro's orders were very clear: he needed to be put together properly. No smell of booze, a bath, clean clothes. The musician did his best to look like his old self, to the point that when he saw his reflection in the water, he could barely recognize the man looking back anymore.
Milo hasn't told anybody about the date of the presentation. He didn't want anybody to come, to risk his family crossing paths with yet another clan of vampires. Or coven, as Fenka kept on describing them.
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Bad Blood (MxM)
Vampir[COMPLETE] For centuries, the sorcerer Milo tried to run away from his old coven and the creatures that were waiting for him there. The memories of pain kept him focused on his disguises, and when he finally thought he was safe, the possibility of w...
