Ashton's heavy breathes filled the room and Luke couldn't take it anymore. He needed to bite him, he needed his blood.
It was hard containing the strong urge for his blood and he couldn't bring himself to stay away from the sent as he placed his lips on Ashton's neck again.
He pulled his fangs out but this time he was gentle. He used only the tips to make a really small holes and sucked slowly the blood so Ashton's body won't feel weaker to the feeling.
Ashton opened his eyes and his heavy breathes quickened, this time it wasn't full in pains but it definitely startled him. His palms soon grasped Luke's arms and he tried to untense himself. He hoped one day, one of those bites will cause him death but he himself already doubted it.
When Luke finally pulled away, he cleaned the blood that dripped from Ashton's neck and healed the two small holes he created.
He stared at Ashton and tried thinking of ways to keep him alive. He knew it was selfish, especially because the boy wanted to die but he didn't care.
"I need water."
"And food. You're a fucking human."
Ashton shoke his head as he turned his head to look at him, "Just water."
Luke stood up without another word and walked into the kitchen. He took the same glass Ashton drank from earlier that day and filled it with water.
And then another thought crossed his mind. He thought about mixing his own blood in the water and make Ashton drink it, so it will trigger his powers again.
He knew Ashton will feel the blood but he only needed one sip to make his powers lit up inside on him.
He did a small cut in his finger, using his teeth, and let a bit of blood drip into the glass. The water's color changed a bit but its not like Ashton was in condition to notice it.
Luke took the glass and returned to the living room to hand Ashton his water. Ashton pulled himself to sit and sipped from the water slowly, grimacing and frowning almost immediately.
"Eww, what did you put in this?" Ashton handed him back the glass.
"Water."
"Liar." Ashton laid back and stared at the ceiling. He could feel Luke was staring at him like he was waiting for something to happen.
And then he felt it.
A deep frown formed in his face as he felt the heat, and then without any warning he screamed and pulled himself to sit. This time it wasn't his hands that burned it was his chest and throat and it caused his breath to hitch.
He couldn't bring himself to breathe and his face turned red as well, he looked at Luke with panic in his eyes. This was different, it wasn't like this befor and Ashton felt the bad feeling spreading in his guts.
"Listen human, all you have to do is lose it. Let it out." Luke sat next to him and stared into his panicked eyes.
"I can't!"
"Do it."
"No!"
Ashton stood up and walked away from Luke, walking to the window and not being able to restrain himself as he leaned on the wall and screamed again. He let himself kneel and than sit on the floor and wrap his arms around his knees. He buried his head in between and just hoped it'll be over. Luke sighed and leaned back on the couch, he couldn't understand why he refused to let his powers out and finally release himself.
"I can't breath." Ashton mumbled to himself but Luke heard it and he was now standing infront of Ashton, impatient and fighting the urge to roll his eyes and shake Ashton hard.
"Listen kid, you have to learn how to control that crap or it'll just keep happening."
"No it won't, you put something in my water." Ashton's voice was muffled by the fact he refused to lift his head and look at him.
"Oh come on, aren't you too old for tears?"
"The fact that you're old doesn't mean I'm old."
"I'm old? Have you even looked at me?" Luke raised an eyebrow even though Ashton didn't see his expression.
"You're old."
"If I'm old, you're a baby."
Ashton kept his head in between his knees while still feeling the pain, although the pain slowly vanished and he was able to relaxe. If he was drinking more of Luke's blood he would have suffer for hours but it was only a small drop and Ashton didn't even finish the glass.
"Want to know how old I am?"
"No."
"Three hundred and something."
"Liar." Ashton raised his head to look at him.
"Its the truth. You?"
"Seventeen."
"A baby."
"Shut up." Ashton hide the smile as he buried his head again.
"You're stubborn as hell. And it won't help you outside."
"Why are you keeping me alive?"
"Because if you'll die, I won't be able to drink your blood again." Luke spoke bluntly, making Ashton silence.
He will end this, even if its in Luke's house, he can't keep an eye on him all the time and when he won't, he will end all of his suffer.
