"Ow!"
George turned. "What happened?"
Ringo pouted. "P-Papercut..."
The smell of blood hit him. George could feel his fangs poking his tongue. He watched Ringo sucked the tip of his finger.
"George what---"
"Lemme." He muttered, brown eyes dark. His cold fingers gently wrapped around Ringo's hand.
Ringo gulped. "O-Okay..."
His blood tasted so sweet in his mouth. Sweet, sweet red. He could feel the blood rushing through Ringo's veins underneath his warm skin.
Ringo shivered at the way his cool tongue rubbed against his finger.
"G-George..."
He looked up. Their eyes met. And George released his finger from his mouth.
"What's your blood type?"
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Alive | Starrison [✔️]
Fanfiction[COMPLETED] George knew he was going to turn him, one way or another. He knew he was going to fuck it up as he always did. Paul was surely going to have his head and Ringo might be terrified of him when he finds out. You know what? Fuck it. If you...
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