Midnight. ☆ [boyxboy]

Blackout.

I felt something cold and hard around my wrists and ankles. I opened my eyes but there was darkness, a piece of cloth seemed to be tight around my eyes. I was startled by faint voices that I heard, which hadn't sounded close so I strained to listen.

"...Sacrifice...my lord..." a mans voice said.

"...a new war...best if we kill him now... there's no other like him.." a woman's voice said, sounding impatient.

"...Wait upon the orders from our lord.."

"We need to kill him now and get it the hell over with! I'm done with waiting. Lord Klaus doesn't need to know that we took some for ourselves.."

It sounded as if a door was closing and then it was silent. I tried moving my wrists, but the restraints wouldn't give. I was about to try and move my legs when a voice startled me.

"So you're awake..." a woman's voice said and suddenly a bright light shined into my eyes, making them sting and tear up. I couldn't see her face because the light was so bright, but I could see the outline of blonde hair that was way past shoulder length.

I began struggling to try and get free, I tilted my head to look at my bloodied wrists. Thick metal encircled my wrists, my blood had rusted on the metal from struggling to get away. I heard the woman sharply inhale and she began to cackle loudly.

"It smells absolutely delectable.." the woman laughed and she began slashing away at my arms and chest, the scent of my blood filled the air and floated up into my nostrils and I screamed out in pain.

"Zane! Zane! God damnit. Open your eyes. Open your eyes!" a voice yelled.

I felt hands holding onto my arms which I had realized had stopped me from thrashing around and my eyes shot open. A raw stinging pain shot through my left arm and hand, bringing tears to my eyes. Fingers rubbed away the tears that fell onto my cheeks and I managed to focus my eyes, my breath catching in my throat when I realized it was Oliver who was holding my arms firmly. I peered into his face, looking at him in confusion.

"Take a deep breath..you're okay. Just try and slow your heart rate down.." he said breathlessly as if he had just run a marathon.

I shook my head and tried to pull from his grip but he held tight to me, "Where the hell am I..?"

Oliver looked at me in silence for moments too long and just as I was about to repeat the question he spoke, "My house"

I could feel my heartbeat pounding against my chest and I could hear the vigorous beat in my head, I was terrified and confused. Why was I at his house? What the hell had just happened..? Why was--

"Do you trust me..?" Oliver said faintly.

I looked up at his face, his eyes were downcasted onto my arm. I followed his gaze only to see my arm bleeding, a deep gash running from the shoulder to the forearm. Smaller cuts were on the palm of my hand, which were bleeding too but not as bad as my arm was. Seeing this much blood, this much of MY blood sent a shockwave of fear through me and I tried to pull away from Oliver's grip again, but his hands only tightened.

"Let go of me.. I need to get home" I said impatiently, still trying to pull myself from his grip.

"Zane. I need you to trust me, or this won't work. You're losing a lot of blood and a hospital can't fucking help you!"

I sighed, looking at him, I felt weak and I knew that going to the hospital, having to explain this to the nurses and then my mom.."I trust you.." I mumbled barely above a whisper.

Olivers eyes moved along the deep gash on my arm and then he looked at me, his green eyes seemed to glow a vibrant hazel and he raised my arm. I watched, part of me terrified, part of me bewildered. He raised my arm up towards his face as if he was accessing the damage. He bared his teeth and his smaller canines were now elongated, the tips deadly sharp as if they could pierce through anything. I tensed and he must have felt it because he gave me a look, his expression although unreadable seemed comforting. He leaned in and I saw his tongue snake out, the tip tracing perfectly along the torn skin. I inhaled sharply, my body involuntarily tensing up again. But this didn't stop him, he continued on, his fingers firmly grasping my arm to hold it steady as he swiped his tongue over the wound.