Usual warnings- mentions of sexual situations, violence, blood, smut
V excited bout this one heh
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He's already out of the shower and sound asleep when you return to your room with his plate of food, white towel strewn haphazardly across his narrow hips, lengthy body lying short ways across your bed.
He looks exhausted, and admittedly adorably innocent. So you decide to let him rest, not wanting to disturb his rest with news that is less than joyous.
You are sure that if you had an actual, beating heart, it would have skipped a rhythm like a rock skidding across a rivers surface the moment you heard the news.
It's an odd feeling, a throb in the pit of your chest, behind your ribs, the ghost of a fear that you haven't felt in a while.
You haven't felt genuinley scared in a long time, not since the day you were turned nearly a century ago. But now, having been with him every day for close to nine months, the ideas of him being ripped away has your appetite completely disappearing.
Which, doesn't happen often.
And it's not just the idea of him being ripped away, it's the idea of one of them doing it.
"Food?"
The groggy, sleep sullen voice snaps you out of your daze, eyes searching for his as he sits up in bed, towel nearly revealing his hearty manhood underneath.
"Yes. You need to eat." You hold out the plate and glass of juice for him to take, which he does with a small sleepy murmur of a "Thank you."
It's comforting, almost, to watch him fill his belly and groan with satisfaction as he shovels mouthfulls of food into his mouth. You remember those days, tasting the different flavors of delicious dishes.
But now only two flavors can satiate your needs. Blood, and- well, you'll find out.
You sit beside his hefty figure as he takes a sip of his juice before reaching out to place it back on your nightstand, the warmth of his skin palpable just from being next to him.
His hair is damp and mussed from his short sleep, and you have to force yourself to actually talk, or else you might never stop staring at him.
Since when did he become so addicting to look at?
"Something has happened," He quirks an eyebrow, lips forming into a confused pout as he looks over at you questioningly. "Some vampires have gone rogue, and they're targeting club members. Specifically, members bound to a contract with a vampire."
He doesn't speak for a few moments, eyebrows furrowed, nose scrunched as he takes in the information.
"Targeting...members? Like, they're going after people like me?"
