Vladimir Tod: Summer Screams

Feed from the source

Vlads head hurt. He groaned and rolled over to his side and gazed at Henry who was playing on his phone right next to him. "Hey... What happened last night?" Henry looked at him and smirked. "You were tripping balls last night, man. How you feeling?" Vlad furrowed his brow. He was drunk? Too bad he couldn't remember any of it. "I feel like shit.." He wined.
"Yea that will happen. The first hangover is usually the hardest." Vlads stomach churned. Oh no. He quickly got up and dashed to the bathroom, using vampiric speed. He nearly missed the toilet and began vomiting.  Henry crossed his arms and leaned against the door frame. "Welcome to the magical land of hungover. Population..... You." Vlad groaned. He wasn't in the mood for jokes. "Smartass." Henry smirked and got on his knees and crawled over next to wear Vlad was seated on the floor. "But I'm your smartass." Vlad didn't need two come up with a witty retort, because there lips smashed together in a hot make out session. Vlads stomach growled and he worried with Henry's close proximity he would lose control, but he was too lost in lust to make sense of the situation. Vlad pulled away and couldn't resist placing a small kiss on Henry's cheek. Maybe a another one.... Oh just one more... He eventually found himself nuzzling his neck. His hunger had gotten the best of him now, and it was seriously clouding his judgement. He could smell it. O positive, pumping through Henry's veins. He had to have a taste.... Just one.... Vlad felt Henry tense in surprise and he let out a small whimper of pain. There was no going back. The demon inside of him had taken full control. He wrapped his arms around a shaking Henry and swallowed greedy mouthfuls of his blood. He was fully aware of what he was doing, but he couldn't  stop. Wouldn't stop. Henry tasted soooo good. He moaned with pleasure from the taste of the O positive his boyfriend Carried in his veins. Otis was right, there was nothing like feeding from the source . Suddenly, Vlad felt immense guilt wash over him. He couldn't live with himself if he killed his Henry... Returning back to his senses, he fought his need for more and forced the demon back down. He ripped himself away from Henry's neck and the delectable rubies of his veins. He shoved Henry off of him and began pacing the bathroom floor. What has he done? He drank from Henry.. His Henry... Vlad began to panic when he saw Henry stir and sit up using the wall as support and rubbed the almost healed wound on his neck. He looked at Vlad with a bewildered expression on his face. "Vlad.... What happened....?" Vlad slowly shrugged his shoulders and sped off in a blur of vampiric speed, leaving Henry by himself. For Vlad knew, he was safer there then in his arms.