Dream [h.s.]

two

"What do you mean you can't leave her alone!? You're literally on the verge of killing her! You know that Marcus doesn't want us screwing around and just turning everyone!" Hunter scolded Harry as they stood on his front porch illuminated by the faint yellow porch light.

Harry looked at him incredulously, his voice harsh and biting as he spoke in a hushed tone, "I understand that Hunter. All of us do for fuck's sake, okay? I'm not trying to turn her. Actually, I fixed it earlier."

Hunter looked at him almost exactly as he had just done, "What do you mean you 'fixed it' earlier?"

Harry shrugged his shoulders and shoved his hands in his tight pockets, "I fixed it."

Hunter's hands shot forward and shoved him before he realized anything and Harry fell flat on his ass in his front lawn.

"How!?"

Honestly, it was really irritating how Hunter thought he was constantly going to turn every woman he found attractive on some level. He did have some standards and the guy never gave him any credit.

Harry stared up at him, his eyes hard even in the dim light, "I gave her some of my blood and didn't take anymore once she healed."

Hunter was his friend, his only friend really, but on many levels he wasn't really his friend at all. Always aiming to teach him a lesson even when he had done nothing that constituted as needing to be taught a lesson.

He was a dick.

Hunter's eyes widened moderately, his tone was calm and stable now, "You didn't do that."

Harry glared at him as he stood, wiping the back of his jeans with his palms, "I did and I'll do it again. It's none of your business who I feed on."

This time Harry saw his hand raise and caught it swiftly, he was far older than him anyway, "Don't be an asshole. I know what I'm doing. I've been around much longer than you so stop acting like I haven't."

He stalked back up his porch and Hunter followed wearing a stern expression.

"What happens if she dies in the next three days?"

Harry's jaw clenched and his fists balled at his sides, his jade eyes darkening, "She won't."

Hunter tilted his head to the side, "But what if she does?"

Harry spun quickly on his heel leaving only about an inch between them as he glared into Hunter's crystal blue eyes, "She won't."

Despite the fact that Harry could snap his neck like a toothpick if he pissed him off anymore, Hunter smiled, "Right. Because she's yours."

"Right." His lips carved the word slowly and carefully, making sure that he got his point across.

The two stared at each other for a moment longer before Harry shoved him away and walked up to his door, "Don't bother me anymore Hunter. My decisions are mine, not yours."

Once inside Harry thought about what he had done vividly. It wasn't safe to feed off of someone the way he had been feeding on Katerina he knew that very well. But he couldn't find it in him to stop.

Her blood was so pure, so untainted and addicting and her dreams were a nice place to dwell in. She wasn't his usual course but, since he had stumbled upon her when he was absolutely starving, she had become his sole addiction and his soul source of nutrients.

When he had gone to feed from her again earlier in the evening, earlier meaning midnight or so, he finally took notice of how pale her complexion had gone, how sunken her cheeks were, and how she shivered in her sleep although the house itself was very warm.