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15.

He doesn't even bother to tie Vincent down. Already defenseless, has no weapon, and probably will be pretty out of it after he wakes up. Alastor smiles to himself as he watches him, Vincent looks almost peaceful now, oblivious to the carnage which surrounds them. He arranged the bodies tastefully, dragging the last one out from the study. The sneaky little thing tried to hide, but there was no hiding before their fate.

He knows he mustn't have much time before the police possibly catch on, so hopefully Vincent wakes up soon. It'd be so much less fun to finish him while he is unconscious, Alastor loves seeing the realisation dawn on their face. Tasty.

But it was his lucky night, not only he was able to cut the power with ease on the first try, but he also had the pleasure to be able to watch Vincent's despair on full display.

"Welcome back dear, feeling a bit better, hm?" He is charming but there is no kindness in his voice as he narrows his eyes. Vincent holds his head as he sits up on the couch. "Shit... what- what the fuck Alastor!?"

Vincent looks disoriented which is understandable, but Alastor is in no mood to wait around any longer. Roughly he shoves Vincent to the ground, holding his foot on the man's chest just like he did the other night. "That's no way to talk to your dear pal now is it?" Alastor smiles down cruelly at Vincent "Unfortunately we don't have much time, but I can assure you, that your death will be painful and very messy." The man looks up to him with big eyes, but Alastor doesn't get the proper reaction he expects. He doesn't like how Vincent is taller than him, so with narrowed eyes, he then steps back removing his feet. He waves his knife at Vincent "On your knees. Now."

The man doesn't object, just silently obeys with wide eyes. Alastor expects him to beg, or at least cry a little but Vincent does none of that, just stares back at him. Not in a defiant way, more like expectantly. This puts Alastor a little off his game, why is he not afraid???

Eyeing the man for a moment, he takes in the pink cheeks of Vincent, and it's obvious that he is hard from the threats and being ordered around. Alastor can feel his control slipping so he scoffs to regain some dignity. "You are hard."

Vincent just stares dumbly, speaking the words softly "I uh-

He looks Vox over, cataloging his god, his eyes are so blue it's gross. Submission. He's hard, Vox is so turned on by being ordered around he's hard. Alastor feels like he's losing control, and feels the mania for a brief moment, lurking at the edges of his consciousness. "You're hard," he says.

"Yeah," Vox says, words soft and needy. He's so beautiful, face painted pink with embarrassment, kneeling in front of him.

Slowly he leans down and places the sharp edge of the hunting knife right to Vincent's artery on his neck. Vincent's breathing quickens and looks into Alastor's eyes with a needy look which stirs something in him. "I cut you right here, just a little, a small but deep gash and you will bleed to death slowly but surely. If I cut a bit more shallow, your vein might be able to close itself, so I would need to do it over and over again here and here and here" He showcases by moving the knife a little downwards.

"Yes... cut me... fucking scar me, please" Vincent whines and Alastor can feel something bubble up, something he never felt and definitely didn't expect to, especially from this prick. "Do you wish to die?" He asks, as he gently presses the knife down a little, causing a shallow cut on the side of Vincent's neck. The man moans eyes shut before he collects himself enough to reply "No, I uh, I don't, not really. But I want to please you, that is all I need."

Alastor shudders a little, he cannot tear his eyes from the small stream of blood running down Vincent's neck. He cannot hold himself back, and licks some down from the man's collarbone, groaning at the taste. It's divine, nothing like the stale stuff, and has a hint of something sour like blackberries or rhubarb. He can't get enough and he tracks it up to the source, only Vincent's quiet gasp bringing him back to reality. He quickly pulls away, confused and a little embarrassed for letting himself get carried away. Alastor licks his lips, removing the last of Vincent's blood and he has to take a sharp breath to steady himself, because it's good, and fuck he needs more. Vincent remains on his knees, head still tilted from how he allowed Alastor better access to the wound. They stay like this for a few moments, before Vincent gets on all fours, face flushed, and starts to crawl closer to Alastor.