The Unthought Fate [MxM]

Chapter 25

    Calum

  This cute little thing is so entertaining to look at, I can't stop watching him all squirming.

  I just don't know how I can hold myself, for real, I want to eat him alive, he is delicious!

I am obsessed with Vlad and I will take any opportunity to have him close, to smell him, to hear his sweet blood running through his veins, to watch that gorgeous face and beautiful body. I want him so bad!! For fucks sakes, Calum, get a grip! Breaaaaathe..... All in due time!

  I can see him looking at that bed as if it's the biggest riddle ever and his life depends on solving it.

  A little frown on his much too beautiful face, his eyebrows slightly closer, pouty lips and laser focus. This is the "Vlad Land" face. I wish I could be in that pretty little head of his and see what is he thinking about so much, because I know what I'm thinking and it's nothing innocent... on the contrary, it's so filthy...

  But now, I will play the gentleman card again, because as much as I want to tear him apart, kiss him, pin him to the wall and make him scream my name, I equally want him to desire that as well, so... baby steps, I have waited six years and I will wait even more if that's what it takes for him to open up to me.

  "I will sleep on the floor, don't worry!" I tell him, hopping to relieve the obvious dilema he was struggling with.

  "What?" he replies, looking at me, his eyes big and wide, his mouth slightly opened. Oh those lips, I want them around my.... fuck Calum, focus you horndog!!!

  "I said, you don't have to worry about the sleeping arrangements, I will sleep on the floor, you take the bed." I repeat, he is too cute for his own good.

  "I stay here by myself when I'm in the area and they have this room for me" I try to explain. Yeah....the fuck they do. I begged them to give me a one bed room, I usually use the boys room that has multiple beds, but like I said, I will use any opportunity, make one if possible.

  The owners of this farm always welcome me for a night or two, when I'm between missions. I once helped their daughter, I didn't knew whose daughter she was at that time, but I helped her anyway.

  She was eleven, three years ago, when after a mission, minding my own business, I stumbled upon what seamed like a couple making out, bet then I heard a squeak and a small cry for help. I took a better look and I made eye contact with her, while she was actually struggling to get out of his grip, not what I initially thought. I knew that look, she was petrified and begging for help. I helped her of course, got there the next moment, took the guy off of her, told her to leave and to not ever worry about seeing him ever again, she was safe now. She ran like the wind.

  Once I was alone with him, I took ahold of his neck in a death grip, literally, and I strangled him, slowly looking in his eyes, asking him if it feels good to be the victim, if he likes it. Obviously, I didn't care about his answers, I didn't actually let him reply.

  I will never leave his type alive, because there will always be another victim. They are like a weed, needed to be nipped at the root, otherwise it will grow too strong and overtake the sweet, lovely flowers. I can't let that happen.

  I may seem as a cold killer and I am, but there are some rules: 1. never children, if one is a menace or a danger, I won't hesitate to punish him, but never harm and 2. never the innocent, sometimes people are dragged into nasty situations and end up at the wrong place, at the wrong time, with the wrong people, coerced in doing the wrong thing.

  There is something that I didn't get to tell Vlad about the core, the lighter the color, the purest the person, the darker, more evil and when one lies it flickers, that's how I know when they don't tell me the truth. I can see the core's color without touching, I just wanted to put my hand on Vlad, so I can tell who is not supposed to be there. It's enough for me to want to see it.