bloodline :: philkas

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lukas

did i just do that? hell yes i did, and i didn't regret it. philip's lips were sweet, like cinnamon. a weird comparison, but it did make sense. philip was an adorable cinnamon roll. was that weird to call him that? oh well, i'll call him that and he'll just have to deal with it.

"can you stay?" philip's voice intercepted my sudden train of thought, and i realized what he was asking.

"the night? here?" i asked, making sure.

philip shyly nodded, "it's fine, you don't have to."

"no no no! i'm staying the night and that's final," i quickly replied, "hope you're fine with me sleeping naked."

"what?!" philip asked, his legs still on both sides of my body.

"just kidding! i don't sleep naked, that leaves me way too vulnerable. i'll just sleep shirtless or something like that," i reassured philip, playfully pinching his butt.

philip flinched slightly before going red again. i loved to see the effect i had on him. philip was such an adorable blushy mess.

"don't be rude," philip said, poking my nose.

"ow," i scrunched up my nose, feeling a small sensation of pain. probably a bruise.

"oh! my gosh, i'm sorry, is your nose okay?" philip quickly apologized, looking at my nose with concern.

philip was honestly too sweet. he cared too much.

"i'm fine, baby. don't worry," i leaned forward and pressed a kiss to philip's forehead, and he watched as he allowed me too.

when i kissed philip's forehead, philip closed his eyes and shrunk a bit. i've said it before, but i will say it again; philip was adorable, lovable, beautiful, and everything in between. i can't believe i almost killed him. however, one sick, twisted part of my mind still wanted to inflict pain on the precious boy in front of me. whether it be sexual pain or not, a little part of me wanted to harm philip. i didn't know why i wanted to, but i do know that if i saw him wither in hurt, i would be satisfied. i think i have sadistic tendencies. i was about to say homicidal tendencies, but that's a bit far.

"did you hear me?" philip asked, tilting his head.

"ah, sorry, no. i spaced out, what were you saying?" i replied, still rubbing small circles on the inside of philip's hips.

"i'm gonna go shower," philip informed, slowly getting off of my lap.

"want me to join you?" i playfully winked, earning a punch to the arm.

"i'll be fine by myself," philip let out a small laugh, much like a giggle.

philip stood up, and began walking to his bathroom.

"don't slip, you can hit your head and die," i informed him, picking my bowl of soup back up.

"i'll try not to, i know how much you'll miss me," philip replied, not bothering to turn around.

and i was left alone with my thoughts again. all i wanted to do was find an exact reason for wanting to hurt philip. for wanting to hurt anyone at all, really.

when i first saw philip, i noticed how flawless and ethereal he was. i was bloodthirsty at the time, and craving the sweet taste of special blood. maybe that's why i want to hurt him. for his blood. it was a stupid reason, so i pushed that one aside and allowed myself to be consumed in many more disturbed thoughts.

when i saw philip walk across the alleyway, the only thing running through my head was, "don't let him slip away, you need this boy's blood." i didn't exactly do the best job of not letting him slip away.