Vampire Boyfriends suck (short story)

What a sucker

    "OH COME ON! It was just one human! One! He didn't have any friends or family! I checked!" Damien yelled at James. They had been fighting about this for about 30 minutes. Damien had gone behind James' back and killed a human. James had gotten the rest of the day off work after a fight with a homophobic co-worker and went home early. James walked into Damien's room without knocking and found him drinking a man's blood. Now they're fighting about it. "Whatever happened to getting blood from the morgue?! Huh?! Since when do you kill people?!" James yells back, he's close to tears. "James! Don't you understand? That blood from the morgue is horrible! The cells are dead so that makes it so I have to feed every day instead of every four months! And the taste! Ug! It's like eating dead possum! I'm never full! In fact, this is the most full I've felt the entire year I've been dating you! You didn't even let me drain the guy, so I have to feed in two months instead of four! 'Damien! We have to send him to the morgue now! G-o-d I can't believe you!'" Damien mocks James, "And you know the G-word physically hurts me! That's why I had to spell it out! Why can't we just move past this?" Then James explodes at him, "Move past this? MOVE PAST THIS?! YOU FUCKING KILLED SOMEONE WE CAN'T 'MOVE PAST THIS'!" James breaks down crying, absolutely devastated the love of his life is a murderer. James knew Damien had killed people before they met but he thought he had changed.  James remembered how they met. 

    "P-Please, Please, I just got fired! I-I don't have any money! I swear! Here-here take my phone!" James threw his phone at the man in the dark hoodie in front of him, he was cornered. He had been walking home from his last day at work after he yelled at a customer for making homophobic comments. He had been staring at the ground when he felt a knife poke his back. "Go into the alley." A voice whispered in his ear. It was a male voice. It was dark and late so no one would see him. Shakily, he walked into the alley. That's how he ended up here. 

    The man in the hoodie said nothing, just walked towards him, face downcast. James was full on sobbing now, "Please-PLEASE. I just-I- oh fuck it." James sunk down against the wall behind him, sitting on the ground, "Go ahead and kill me- not like I have anything to live for. My parents and siblings have hated me ever since I came out, I just got fired, and I live alone in a shitty apartment." He snorted, "Just put me out of my misery." James had no idea why he told this man this. He figured that if these were the last few moments of his life why not pour out the details to his murderer. After a moment of not dying James looked up, the man had stopped walking towards him. "Hello? Aren't you going to kill me?" James stood up, "Oh come ON. Just my luck that me pouring my heart out to a stranger is going to keep him from killing me." Little did James know, was that his mugger was named Damien, a vampire, and he had planned to kill him and suck his blood. The only reason Damien had stopped was that James' story was vaguely like his. His parents kicked him out and called him a disgrace after he came out, though he never had a job or any siblings. I mean he might have siblings now, it's been 400 years. The thought of having siblings and not knowing about them physically pained him. Damien sighed and took off his hood, his fangs flashing in the moonlight as he stared at the young man standing in front of him, "Look. I was going to kill you but now I'm not you're welcome. You should try pouring your heart out every time you get mugged. But I doubt every mugger is going to relate. Oh, and if you tell the police about this I will hunt you down and kill you." He flashed a smile, his white teeth flashing, "Bye." Damien turned around and began walking out of the alley, the pain in his stomach almost killing him. Lucifer, he was so hungry. Before he knew it his legs buckled, he tried leaning against the wall but collapsed to the ground. Before he passed out he heard footsteps running towards him, "Sir? Sir are you alright?"

    That had been a year ago. James had taken Damien in and they bonded. Damien had helped make James' horrible apartment a million times better. James got a new job and they were happy, until today. "That is IT! I'm done! I'm done arguing with you! I'm going for a walk! I MIGHT come home later and MAYBE we can talk!" Damien stormed out, forgetting his hoodie. Thankfully, it was already dark. 

    An hour later Damien walks in, looking regretful, "Babe? James?" James looks up from his seat on the couch, where he was resting his feet on the table and reading Time Magazine, "Ya?" Damien looks at the ground, "I just want to say... I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done it. I just get so hungry. But it's not a good enough excuse. And I'm sorry I yelled. I'm so sorry." Damien looks up. James smiles nervously, "It's fine I guess. Just don't do it again." He walks over and kisses Damien on the cheek. Damien looks slightly less pale because vampires can't blush, "Thanks. I don't deserve you." James smiles, "I know." Damien laughs, "So.. I smell food. You know it doesn't nourish me but at least it tastes good... Did you make dinner?" James chuckles nervously, scratching the back of his neck, "Ya..." Damien smiles, excited, "What did you make?" James looks down and mumbles, "Italian."

Heeeeeeeeeey this is just a short story I wrote because of this thing I found (cover picture) I hope you liked it! It was fun writing it. I thought about making it longer but decided not to. Bye!