BamBam | Hell

2:This Is Me... And This Is You

"My... home?" BamBam asked.

"Did I stutter?" Jackson replied flatly.

"My home? This isn't my home!" BamBam turned around to try and open the door, but froze when he felt a cold, pale pair of hands hold his, and pulled them away from the handle.

Turning BamBam around, Jackson stared into his eyes, as if he was soul searching him. He took a deep sniff of the air, and walked towards BamBam. This deep sniffing continued as he dragged his nose from BamBam's jawline down his neck to his collarbone. He started placing open-mouth kisses up and down his neck, and BamBam started to whimper - he didn't like it, but he couldn't move away as Jackson's hands were pressed on the wall either side of BamBam so he couldn't get away.

Jackson slowly trailed his tongue on one particular part of his neck, a little under BamBam's jawline, before he grazed his teeth on the skin, and forcefully sank them further in, drawing blood from the boy's neck. He sucked on the wound and swallowed like a monster, as if he had been suffering from withdrawal.

Pulling away, Jackson licked his lips and stared at BamBam, who now had a single tear threatening to fall onto his face. Jackson looked a little out of breath, as his chest was rapidly rising and falling, his mouth clenched open to breathe more deeply. Because of his open mouth, a drop of blood ran out of his mouth and down his chin; he was quick to lick it away.

"You're a... a..." BamBam faltered. To finish his sentence, Jackson opened his mouth wide, to reveal two pristine white fangs pointed out from the rest of his teeth.

There was a long, dramatic pause between the two of them. Jackson was staring at BamBam, while BamBam was doing everything he could to avoid his gaze.

"Foreign blood, hm? Not from around here, are you. Doesn't matter. It was fresh." Jackson spat. "Come with me now. I'll show you where you'll be living." Jackson grabbed ahold of BamBam's hand and pulled him out of the main hall and through one of the archways on the left.

BamBam brought his hand up to his neck, to feel the two punctures that were still fresh and open. He was walking, well, more like being dragged, up several flights of stairs before reaching a hallway that looked half abandoned.

Being pulled to a room, Jackson took a key from his inside pocket and unlocked the door. Shoving BamBam in, he followed him in and closed the door behind him.

"BamBam." Jackson called for his attention. In response, BamBam turned around to face the other man. "ANSWER ME THEN!" BamBam felt a swift slap on his cheek, and he immediately backed away into a wall, hands over his cheek.

"Answer. Me. Now." Jackson said maliciously.

"Yes... um..." BamBam tried to search for the correct honorific.

"Jackson. I'm the same age as you."

"How do you know that?"

"... Don't you dare question me. I'm 21, the same as you. Now, answer me properly."

"Yes, Jackson?" BamBam asked, seeming almost petrified of the man.

"Perhaps I should go over the rules?" Jackson chuckled. BamBam nodded.

Jackson took out a roll of paper, and handed it to BamBam. "Read. It." Jackson commanded through gritted teeth. He left the room, and BamBam was alone. Not knowing what he should do, he decided to unroll the paper and read over these 'rules'.

What he saw next shocked him: the rules were written in blood. Dried up, deep red blood. The list was quite long, and he didn't know how he was going to remember everything.

  1- Never leave the house
  2- Do as I say, when I say it
  3- If you disrespect me, learn the consequences
  4- Idiocy will not be tolerated
  5- You will cook for me
  6- You will clean for me
  7- You will allow me to do anything to you as I please
  8- You will not deny me access to your blood, in any way I wish
  9- Any word that you're being kept here, and I'll kill you.

'He'll kill me?' BamBam thought. 'I need to get out of here...' And there he was... already breaking rule number 1.