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Saving the Victim

Jake's POV:

As the group of men continued to force their sinister intentions upon the helpless man, I remained concealed in the shadows, a silent witness to the unfolding tragedy. The drama unfolded, and my hiding place drew me closer to the unfolding horror.

The desperation in the man's eyes was palpable as they tugged at his clothes, and it was evident that he wanted nothing to do with this terrifying encounter. A question crossed my mind as I observed the scene: were these men driven by desires for a different kind of gratification? Were they perhaps gay, forcing a man into sexual acts he did not consent to? The image of their intentions was clear, and it left a bitter taste in my mouth. Who willingly desired such a painful experience? The aftermath would be a week of agony, to say the least.

As the man's voice pierced the night with a desperate plea, he made a desperate run for help, but one of the assailants, a man with a prominent tattoo on his arm, pursued him, capturing him once more. A barrage of blows rained down upon the victim until he teetered on the brink of unconsciousness.

My resolve was reaching its limits; I couldn't stand by and watch my potential nourishment being tortured so mercilessly. The scent of his alluring blood filled the air around me, intensifying my torment.

In a moment of grim fury, I finally intervened. "Go away from him, or I'll tear you apart," I growled, my voice laced with lethal intent.

The man with a red handkerchief headband scoffed, "And who the hell are you?"

"He's mine," I declared, seizing the opportunity to stake my claim and protect the innocent man.Their reactions ranged from mockery to laughter. 

"Oh, look, pretty boy's got himself a boyfriend," the tattooed man quipped.

Yet, as the vulnerable man glanced up at me with pleading eyes, my heart ached for his suffering. Witnessing his torment spurred me into action, and I lunged at my aggressors. A punch to the large man's stomach was followed by a savage bite to his neck, the metallic tang of blood filling my senses as it spilled from his grievous wound.

Panicking, the others decided to flee the scene. "Guys, let's run!" the man with the red hanky cried, and the remaining assailants quickly dispersed, fleeing into the darkness.

I spat out the contaminated blood from my mouth; it was tainted, a type of blood that vampires like myself found repulsive. We craved the taste of pure blood, untainted by fear and desperation.

Walking toward my injured victim, he started crawling away from me, the terror in his eyes still present.