The Night Magic (H20Vanoss)

~6~

Evan woke up before Jonathan, Jonathan's body temperature now normal again as the brunette continued to breath softly. He sat up and saw that the wolf was asleep on an armchair, snoring a little. Evan laid back down and continued to hold Jonathan.
"Morning," Jonathan murmured.
"Morning...," Evan answered back.
"...So you're a vampire."
"Cursed to be one, but...Yes."
Jonathan decided to keep quiet about using magic to see and already know that.
"You were that owl in the woods," he continued to speak.
"Yeah," Evan answered.
"...What does my blood taste like?"
Evan shot up in bed after receiving the question.
"What?," he asked.
"You obviously tasted it," Jonathan peeked an eye open, "Don't think I haven't noticed you sniffing my neck when you have the chance."
"I-I thought you were, um, wearing a nice cologne."
"I haven't used cologne for like, what, six days now?"
Evan's face was beat red. Jonathan sat up slowly and looked at him with a poker face.
"What does it taste like to you?," Jonathan asked again.
"...Well," Evan rubbed the back of his neck and avoided eye contact, "It's sweet, and it just has this smell that's embarrassing to describe."
"I'm not getting any younger."
"W-Well, it smells different at some points: sometimes it smells like blueberries, then it smells like violets, and on rare occasions it smells like the ocean."
Evan now felt his mouth water just from describing it, feeling his hunger rise up.
"You eat every night," Jonathan continued to look at him, "Don't you?"
"I only go out hunting if my uhm," Evan tried looking at Jonathan, "Prey goes bad."
Jonathan arched a brow.
"N-Not saying you're bad!," Evan waved his hands as he smiled nervously, "A-And I'm not saying you're prey or any-"
Jonathan grabbed the back of Evan's head and shoved the vampire's face into the crook of his neck. Evan could smell the blueberry scent, and he fought himself from sinking his fangs in.
"Go ahead," Jonathan whispered, "Just-...Don't take too much."
Evan put a shaky hand behind Jonathan's head, tilting it a little to the side as he opened his mouth to reveal the two fangs he had. Jonathan sucked in a breath as felt the tips of them press gently on his skin. Evan slowly sunk his fangs in, drinking up Jonathan's blood and savoring the taste. Jonathan was tightening a hold onto Evan's hair as his other hand had its fingernails digging into the skin of Evan's shoulder. Evan pulled away after another minute, lapping up any blood that still leaked out from the two perfectly aligned holes now punctured into Jonathan's neck.
"I'm sorry," Evan nuzzled where the spot was.
"It's fine," Jonathan let go.
Evan pulled away and looked at Jonathan who now was just rubbing neck. Jonathan looked up into Evan's eyes and saw something off.
"Evan?," he asked.
Evan couldn't help it as he gently pinned Jonathan to the bed and looked down at him. Jonathan was tense as he was taking in deep breaths; he'd admit, he felt weak under Evan's gaze. Evan leaned down and suddenly pressed his lips to his. Jonathan's eyes widened at the action. Evan nipped Jonathan's lower lip with his fangs, causing Jonathan to gasp and allow Evan's tongue to slither into his mouth and explore every part of his mouth. Jonathan began to try and push Evan off, but Evan was stronger.
"Evan," Jonathan protested, but was muffled.
Evan pulled away a little, both panting. Jonathan looked baffled.
"The hell Evan?," Jonathan pressed both his hands against Evan's chest, "What the fuck was that for?"
"Aw, but you're cute," Evan cooed, smirking and making sure to show a little fang.
"I do not care, get off of me."
"What if I don't want to?"
"I'll bite you."
"Kinky, but I think I do the biting 'round here~"
Jonathan's face went tomato red at the comment; he managed to shove Evan off and get out of the bed. When he spotted the wolf getting up he shrieked and went back into Evan's arms.
"There's a wolf!," he panicked.
"Relax," Evan smirked, "She won't hurt you. She listens to me."
Evan whistled softly, the wolf getting off the arm chair and walking towards the bed while keeping eye contact with Jonathan. Jonathan calmed down a little, and reached out a hand for the wolf to sniff. The large animal did and licked his fingers as well.
"Wait," Jonathan looked back up at Evan, "If this wolf listens to you, does that mean others do too?"
"Yep," Evan noded.
"...Then those wolves that attacked me and Luke..."
Evan realised his answer; before he could fix what he said Jonathan got off and stormed out of the room. The wolf whimpered and whined as she trotted after him.
"Jonathan," Evan chased after the brunette.
Jonathan retreated to his bedroom, allowing the wolf in but not Evan, and locked the door behind him. Evan knocked on it.
"Jonathan please, that's not what I meant," Evan said.
No answer came from Jonathan. Evan let out a long sigh before trudging off back to his room. Jonathan was digging through his bag before pulling out his cell phone.
It has power, he smiled hopefully.
Jonathan found the slightest signal and managed to get on twitter to see if he could try and sent out some sort of message for help. He stopped though when he saw that Luke had a recent tweet. Jonathan was confused as he looked at it; his heart was breaking into tiny fragments.
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Just chillin at the cafe with
my GF, I love her sooo much.
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Above it was a picture of Luke with this brunette hair girl as they shared a coffee that had a red heart on the mug. Jonathan shook his as he didn't want to believe that it was true. He dropped his phone and sobbed; the wolf nuzzled his leg as he retreated to his bed and sobbed on his pillows. The wolf hopped up on the bed and curled by his side.
"Wh-Why wo-ould-d h-he-he do th-this t-t-to m-me-e!?," Jonathan wept.
The wolf only whimpered as she licked his tears away. Jonathan hugged her and cried into her fur. Evan was walking by his door when he heard Jonathan was crying. He was going to call out, but he couldn't find his voice as he thought it was best to leave Jonathan alone.
He probably doesn't want to talk to me, he thought sadly.
What concerned him though was that Jonathan didn't come out of his room the next day, or the day after that. Evan knocked on his door.