Tip of the Tongue [BoyxBoy - Complete - CMS Bk. 1]

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Ren turned over and puked until he couldn't breathe. The man stood behind him. After Ren spilled his guts, he flipped over on his back, lying wasted in the dirt. He gazed up at the man and glared. The blood had been good at first—more than good actually—only now it had turned sour. Ren reached out for the fallen stick, but the man stepped on it.

"Listen to me," he said. Ren noticed the man's fangs for the first time. They were longer than his own. He could kill Ren in a second if he wanted.

The strange observation of those fangs did something to him that he didn't want to understand. The buzzing had a mind of its own and though he'd been dealing with it for well over a year, he still didn't want to give in to it. The worst of it was in the pit of his stomach. He felt a faint heat blooming inside of him. It called him to move toward the strange man and give in to the need the buzzing had set inside of him. Like a blazing fire, it made him feel like a hungry beast rather than the young man he was.

"I didn't kill her." Ren didn't make a sound. By the look on the man's face, he knew Ren didn't believe him.

"There's blood all over you," he replied. He was surprised he could even form words. His chest rose and fell in a desperate way. He could feel a headache forming right where he'd been hit.

The man looked down at himself then. It wasn't a lie. Bright red blood ran from his elbows down his hands and continued to the bottoms of his boots. They both knew it hadn't appeared on him out of nowhere.

He shook his head. The look on his face looked almost annoyed.

"I wasn't drinking from her. I was hunting."

Ren tugged on the stick, but it barely moved from under the man's foot.

"Why should I believe you?" The words fell from his mouth before he even realized. He raised both brows to show his own fearlessness, though he might have a heart attack right then and there.

"Because I didn't do it! I heard a scream and I ran to see what was going on. When I found her, she was already dead. Whoever did that to her was already gone."

He stepped back and looked around the forest. "I don't know who did it. I was hunting a deer when it happened."

Though there might have been some truth in his words, Ren wasn't paying attention to any of it. His mind was focused on the stick that was now free. He tightened his fist around it, analyzing the weight and where he should hit the man first. The second the man turned his head, Ren lunged from the ground and swung as hard as he could. The stick snapped in half around the back of his skull. The wood shattered into splinters and as some struck Ren's face, he pulled back and swung again.

This time he hit the back of the man's knees.

"Motherfucker!" He stumbled to the ground, clutching the back of his head.

Ren didn't have the time to think about if he'd caused any serious damage. At this point, he'd already thought the man a killer. He wasn't going to stick around to see what the man had planned for the only witness.

Ren threw the stick somewhere on the ground and took off running.

"I said it wasn't me!"

This time Ren didn't glance back to see his expression. The frustration in his voice sounded too real, but Ren didn't care. He knew what he saw. Even if the man hadn't killed the girl, he wasn't going to stay and chat with a vampire.

His determination had gotten the best of him. That was made clear when he tripped over the next pile of branches.

He fell with his hands out first to catch his fall. His head slammed into the ground. He landed on his stomach, gasping for breath. He groaned as he tried to move his hands, but it felt like they were glued bent at the wrist. Each time he pulled back, a hot flame of pain shot through his hands.