Vanessa, Tommy, and Mary all grew up in the small town, but Poe, he was the outsider. The son of the English Professor, and he didn't fit in. Tight jeans, his dark hair always hung in his face. When he pushed his hair back, his eyes were the shade o...
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Poe had heard enough from the man. He was insane. Maybe bordering on being a lunatic. How the fuck can this guy expect him to believe anything he said? Whatever drugs he took, Poe wanted no part of. Weed was all he had ever indulged in, and that was enough.
"Leave? You want to leave the house? Alright," Silas said, but there was more behind his words. Something sinister. "I will let you leave, but not until you've tasted my life," Silas added.
"Tasted, what the fuck do you mean? I don't want anything that you're on. Something is whack in your brain, man," Poe said, his words quivering with fear.
A quick stride across the room, Silas grabbed the kid before he could resist. His cobalt blue hues now locked to Poe, he leaned down to the boys' neck, nicking the flesh with his teeth. It wasn't to kill him, but to allow his saliva to rest on the flesh of the other male. A trickle of blood seeped from the tiny wound on Poe's neck. Not enough to hurt, but just enough for Silas to sedate the beast inside of him. A slow lick across the crimson nectar would be enough for now, but it would also increase the craving for more. All of it to be honest. Releasing him, Silas watched and waited. No, it wouldn't be enough to change the young one, but it would be enough to bring him back for more. An ache that can only be diminished with a fatal blow. Soon, very soon Poe would return and beg him to take his life. Just as he begged Sunshine to take his.
Stepping back, Silas watched as the door creaked, opening just enough for a streak of light to enter the room. Stepping out of view, not a word would be shared. The visitor could leave if he wanted.
Something was off. Poe stood as though he was frozen. Whatever the man did, his veins felt suddenly as though fire raged beneath his skin. Looking down at his hand, Poe shook with fear. Watching the artery on his wrist pulsate, he lifted it to his nose, suddenly smelling an overwhelming copper scent. He was smelling his own blood through his flesh. How was that even possible?
"You're welcome to leave, but I will see you again," Silas said.
The older man turned, walking to the window, his eyes on the outside. Darkness had come and the moon cresting over the trees. It wouldn't be full for a few days, but the brightness still caused his eyes to sting with pain. He waited for the boy to leave, closing his eyes as he listened to the footsteps out and the slam of the front door. He was alone again, even if only for a while. Soon the kid would return seeking help for the pain that tormented his soul. Until then, all he could hope for was a random stranger to seek shelter in the warmth of the mansion. It didn't happen often, but when it did, he treasured those games of cat and mouse. Thankfully the house shielded the screams as he took a meal. His hunger was growing after the event of earlier and leaving the house for a quick bite wasn't possible. The house was both a curse and a haven.
