The Immortal Blood

Chapter 6

It took Vernon's strength to rip him away from Adam. The blood. . . the smell. . .
"Todd. Todd! We need the boy!"
Words without meaning for him, who had managed to get rid of Adam's pants and almost fuck him, unconscious and half-naked, with a sculpted ass more than inviting, although perhaps a little thin for his taste.
"What the fuck do you want, Vernon?" He'd roared, pushing him back and sending him flying into a nightstand.
"You'll kill him!"
"No, I just want to fuck him. . . " he laughed, only noticing with the tail of his eye the bloodstain that was spreading on the blanket under them. "No!" He bent down to collect that precious fluid, but Vernon had moved out of the way, stopping with his saliva the wound on the neck of the lawyer. "You're such a fucking cunt!"
"You'll thank me later. Come on, now. "
"What about Adam?"
"Put him in the car, and take the bedspread. "
So they had done, even though it had not been easy to cover the boy and carry him in his arms without a further taste on his part.
"All this fuckin' disturbance for a house?!" He had growled, struggling to concentrate on driving with his penis still hard in his jeans.
"Screw the house! Didn't you realize it was haunted, you idiot?"
"So what? Are you afraid of ghosts, Vernon?" Todd laughed at him, trying to find the taste of Adam on his lips again. Maybe he'd turn his car around and go back and get some more. . .
"It's the boy. His blood. . . "
"It's delicious. " nodded Todd, shutting up when he saw the excitement on the other guy's face. ". . . it's not just my impression, is it? He's not like everyone else. . . "
"Not at all. "Your body. . . "
He could feel it, he didn't need to hear it explained. The change was part of him, just like the burn scar on his right forearm had disappeared in the same way as that on his eyebrow.
"This can't be true. . . you think Adam's blood. . . "
"I've only heard of it, but judging by how you looked. . . "
Todd remained silent for the rest of the trip until they arrived at the pub where they had an appointment with the others. "Not a word about him with them. " He warned Vernon before he got off. The man had looked at him in silence, but in the end he had shrugged his shoulders and nodded.

Adam had taken a long time to get to sleep that night. He'd woken up in his car, confused and frightened, so caught in terror he'd ran home, hiding in the bathroom upstairs.
There he had found confirmation to his fears: the swelling on his neck had reappeared, and even if his memories were tangled he was more than sure that Todd Valentine had caused it to him.
It was absurd even to try to imagine the reason, and yet. . . with an inhuman effort he had tried to put the afternoon fragments back together, in vain. The spirits of the house had attacked him, as had Todd, then there was a huge black hole.
He had checked every inch of his body, discovering other hand-shaped bruises on his shoulders, hips. . . but nothing else.
What was happening to him? Was it all Valentine's fault, or had the spirits gotten worse? One thing was certain: contract or not, he would never meet that man again in person.
If he was a MAN at all...

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