Bloodlust

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Vincent has an issue. The issue is one he was forced to develop in order to adapt and survive in his family. What is the issue? Well, Vincent has an abundance of blood. He has too much. He has done all that was necessary to keep his body in a constant "normal." Whatever that means...he participates in every blood drive ever. He takes blood out daily and donates that too. He just can't keep it. If his levels of blood kept going at the rate they usually went, his body wouldn't be able to maintain homeostasis. His heart would work too hard and ultimately fail him. He was born with this. But, it also got worse because of his mother. So, it was a lose lose. 

Vincent sighed. He could feel himself needing to get rid of blood. His body was rebelling against him. He leaned up against a wall and groaned. It was just going to be one of those days. Vincent was too tired to think about the footsteps behind him. He was too sleepy to notice the sounds of flapping wings. All he could think about was how much he wanted to sleep. He wanted his body to go back to normal, whatever normal was.

He felt a pain in his neck and realized he was in an alleyway now. When did that happen? Vincent cried out as his neck burned. His blood was leaving him. He didn't know what was going on. Vincent tried to focus. It felt too strange. The pain stopped and Vincent could feel someone breathing down his neck. "I'm sorry," a voice apologized. "I'm really sorry," the stranger apologized again and fell on top of Vincent. He was stuck holding a stranger's body as he continued to bleed from his neck.

"Is this...?" Vincent didn't want to say it. He just continued to hold the man that had saved him from so much agony. The two might be able to form some sort of contract. They were clearly compatible. Wait. Vincent carefully allowed the man to fall to the ground. He recognized him from somewhere, but where?

"He is in my class," Vincent snickered. So much for keeping his vampirism a secret. Maybe Vincent could use that to his advantage. He felt much better giving a vampire his blood than a random stranger. Vincent picked up the male and carried him back to his apartment. The guy looked tired. Besides, the two needed to talk.

Vincent placed the male on his bed. He had long silver hair. He looked like a vampire, to be honest, so it made sense that he was one. The male opened his eyes and sat up. He stared at Vincent. His eyes were a mixture of green and yellow. Vincent loved it. He didn't want to admit that to himself though. 

The vampire looked terrified. He licked his lips and tasted the blood. He moved to the edge of the bed closest to the wall and curled up in a ball. "I'm sorry," he apologized. "I shouldn't have...but I was starving...please don't report me," he begged. Vincent couldn't help but pity the poor creature.

"It's perfectly alright," he smiled. The vampire didn't look the least bit relieved. He just looked more scared. "I've got an abundance of blood. You did me a favor," Vincent explained. The vampire breathed a sigh of relief. "I think, we might have the beginnings of a mutually beneficial relationship," Vincent sat down on the bed. His neck was still bleeding slightly from the earlier biting. The vampire looked hungry. He was trying to keep himself from drinking any more. How long had it been since he'd gotten his nourishment? Vincent, if he wasn't such a bastard, might've been concerned for the male.

"Are you still hungry?" he asked. The vampire didn't respond. His eyes were fogged over. They were only staring at Vincent's neck. It was likely that he couldn't hear a word of what Vincent was saying. How unfortunate. Vincent wiped a droplet of his blood with his finger and pressed it to the vampire's lips. The vampire still had such restraint, it was adorable.

"Drink," he said. The vampire didn't have to be told twice. He began to suck on Vincent's finger. His teeth lightly pressed against Vincent's skin. He might be a starving vampire but at least he was trying to be polite. Vincent applauded his efforts. He could barely feel the blood leaving his body.

"I'm sorry," the vampire apologized. "I shouldn't have taken so much," he looked down to avoid Vincent's gaze. "I'm sorry," he repeated.

"No need to worry," Vincent smiled and patted the vampire's head. "This amount is nothing compared to what I'm used to. I have an overabundance of blood, you see," he continued to pat the head of the vampire. Eventually, the being leaned into his hand like a cat would.

"Aren't we in the same class?" he asked. "Aren't you afraid I'll tell people about you?"

Truthfully, the vampire hadn't thought about it. Terror revealed itself in his eyes. "Please don't," he begged. "I don't want my parents to be in danger."

"Then how about we make a deal?" Vincent suggested. "I'll give you my extra blood and you'll be my servant." The vampire thought about it for a moment. He didn't have anything to lose. He might as well. This was safer than hunting on a daily basis. Right? He nodded.

"Feel free to spend the night," Vincent offered. "I only have the one bed though so it might get cozy." Vincent plopped down on the bed and began to drift off.

"I haven't introduced myself," the vampire poked Vincent's cheek. "Don't you want to know my name?" Vincent didn't respond. He was too tired to force himself awake. The vampire fixed his position and curled up next to him. This was the first time he'd been this close to a human before. Other than his mom, of course.