Must Be 18 Or Over To Enter//Golden Boy

Food.

I woke up, surprised I had even fallen asleep in the first place. I didn't know what to do. None of this is possible, physically. People can't control other people's bodies. Minds. People can't listen to other peoples thoughts. People can't move as fast as he did. But he technically isn't a person, is he? I sat up and stretched slightly. I had cried myself to sleep. I got out of bed slowly, lazily, and walked to my clost. I pulled out a white high neck cropped top and a pair of grey track track pants that sat low on my lips. I got dressed and put my hair up in a high pony tail before standing in front of my door. I knew he was there. I could feel it. I grabbed the gold door knob and twisted it slowly. When I opened the door he looked up at me. He was sitting across the hall against the small piece of wall between his bedroom and the bathroom. "I hold you I would wait." He muttered, a half smile appearing.

"Let's talk." I said softly. I walked downstairs and into the kitchen. I sat upon the breakfast bar between the kitchen and the living room and crossed my legs. Oliver leaned on the counter in front of me.

"What do you want to know?" The whole house was silent, save for us. The sun shone through the big bay window overlooking the entire city. A beautiful view, really.

"Everything. Who else knows?"

"Jordan, both Matts, and Lee. Our manager, my brother. Ricky and Andy, and both their bands. I nodded.

"Okay. How does it work?"

"What."

"The fangs. The biting people. How do you change someone and how do your powers work. Who changed you in the first place."

"I'll just start from the beginning." Instead of asking questions and screaming and crying, I listened to Oliver. Every question that popped into my head was soon answered. He explained that either when you're hungry, or blood is exposed, the fangs come out. You don't have to bite someone's neck, as long as you strike a vein or major artery, like wrists or thigh. To change someone, a vampire drinks roughly two litres of their blood, and has put it back into their blood, along with their venom mixed in. The powers aren't scientifically explainable on any scale I care to understand, but they get weaker when they haven't fed. A vampire, by law, can change up to five people successfully, that aren't directly blood related. The most vampires are located in England, Russia, Canada, and USA, mainly due to population density, with a few groups that choose to live in remote destinations to avoid people, and mostly feed on animals. "The laws were put in place to keep vampires in line, and not changing the entire world. They only form of government lives in some remote place in South America. The king, so to speak, was the very first king of vampire kind. Nashier. If you commit a crime, you're imprisoned in 'Vampire Wood', which is basically prison. Nashier is one thousand two years old." My eyes went wide and Oliver chuckles.

"He sounds fucking ancient." Oliver laughed fully now.

"He is, I guess. He doesn't look it. You stop aging physically at whatever age you were bitten at. Given no terminal illnesses, we can't die. We heal faster, but if you shot me in the face, I would die just like-"

"Don't talk about that." I looked down.

"You asked-"

"Yeah, but I don't want to talk about you dying."

"Okay. Well what else do you want to know?" I thought. The idea that there was a whole other world, with kings and laws, and prisons, that humans had absolutely no idea about, was overwhelming.

"Jordan." Oliver looked up at me, confused by my answer. "The party. What was he saying when you shushed him and pushed me off? He said, 'well you have nothing better to do, considering everyone you've ever loved you've..' what?" Oliver's muscles clenched under his skin, from his jaw to his wrists.