Warmth of the Sun

Part 5

Tw: blood, mentions of past abuse

A few minutes earlier.

Viago walks into the kitchen, scanning the kitchen counter until he sees the extra bag of chips that Dion wanted causing him to grin. He walked over to the counter, grabbing the bag, and turned around to walk back into the living room before he paused watching as someone walked in.

Clifton walked into the kitchen but he paused upon seeing the vampire, his body instantly going rigid, tensing up at the sight of him.

The vampire gave him a shy smile clutching the bag tightly. "Ah hello, Clifton!" He greeted the werewolf, keeping a few feet away from him, trying to show him that he had nothing to worry about by keeping his distance so that he wouldn't feel nervous. "I was just grabbing these chips for Dion." He held up the chips giving them a little shake as if he was showing him proof. "Is there something you need from here?"

Clifton looked from the chips to Viago, staring at him for a few seconds, seeming very hesitant to talk to him but he eventually did, shrugging his shoulders as he spoke. "I was... Just coming in here to get a beer mate."

"Ah, well I saw Anton place them in the ice box," Viago smiled motioning over to the refrigerator. "Should be nice and cold for ya!"

The werewolf looked from Viago to the fridge, staring at it for a second before looking toward Viago. "Thanks." He whispered walking toward the fridge.

Viago gave him a kind smile and a small nod, watching as the werewolf opened thfridgege reaching for one of the beer cans. As Clifton pulled the can off the plastic ring, Viago turned back toward the counter, debating whether to just bring all the extra bag of chips to save a trip in case the others finish off the other bowls. Deciding it wouldn't hurt he shrugged with a tiny hum reaching for the bags when he heard the sound of a can cracking open and-.

"Shit!"

Viago jumped at the sound of an open beer can hitting the hard tile floor, causing him to turn around to see that sure enough, Clifton's beer can had hit the floor and was slowly leaking out on the tile. Confused, Viago looked over at Cliton who backed up from the fridge, cradling his and looking at his hand in shock. "Clifton?" He questioned taking one step towards him. "What has happ-?"

Viago froze as the sweet metallic smell flooded his senses, causing him to pause, looking down at Clifton's hand, his eyes widening when he realized where the smell was coming from. Clifton had a big cut on his pointing finger and blood was beginning to seep out of the cut, dripping to the floor next to the beer spill. This only caused Viago to worry, setting the chips back down on the counter. Clifton must have tried to open the can and sliced his finger on accident.

"Oh, you poor thing. Who knew little metal cans could do that Ja?" Viago questioned looking from the wound to Clifton waiting for him to answer. However, Clifton remained silent, frozen stiff as he looked down at the wound in shock. This concerned Viago, who concluded that maybe he didn't like the look of blood. "You'll need to bandage that up," Viago informed, looking around for a second before he remembered that there were bandages in the junk drawer by the sink, having found them when he was looking for a dish rag to do the dishes.

So Viago acted quickly, rushing over to the drawer and opening it up with one swift motion. He scanned the inside of the drawer until his eyes landed on the box of bandaids. He quickly reached for the box and tore it open. He was able to hear Clifton's heart rate beginning to speed up, causing him to frown a bit. Poor guy must be in shock.

Once he got the box open, he pulled out one bandaid and sat the box to the side before walking up to Clifton who was now looking at him. "Okay, I have the bandaid," Viago gave Clifton a reassuring smile, his two canines poking out as he reached for the werewolf's hand unable to see the growing terror in his eyes, too focused on Clifton's hand, just wanting to help. "Let me have your hand so I can clean that blood up and cover it up-,"