Drabble Collection #2

Zhang Yixing || EXO, Solo || Vampire!AU [M]

It had been weeks, weeks since your friend had eaten; his stubborn resolve not to feed on humans was starting to kill him - literally.

"Yixing, you need to feed." You try to hand him a glass half-filled with crimson liquid but he refuses to look at you or reach for it. "Take it!" You yell suddenly but he doesn't flinch, his eyes trained on the tombstone in front of him.

"I refuse to," his words are weak, voice struggling to remain strong as the scent of iron fills his senses and you can see his fangs try to push past his gums as his eyes constantly switch between red and brown.

"You're going to die," you drop your hand, looking at the ground instead of him.

"I deserve to." You begin to shake, refusing to cry at his lack of self-preservation. You didn't want him to give up; you tried everything but he refused your help - always running away when you were close to breaking him but today...

"I'm not going to sit and watch you destroy yourself anymore." He doesn't look at you, he doesn't try to stop you from leaving and this angers you. You throw the glass at the tombstone, blood and glass tainting the grey but you don't care; he's destroying himself over something that wasn't his fault.

It was an accident, he tried to save the young girl from the classroom - he saved 12 others but when the chemicals ignited and the fire exploded; Yixing couldn't get to her. Fire and vampirism doesn't mix and even if he had tried, he would have died along with her.

"You keep blaming yourself for her death," you clench your fists as you move to stand in front of him. His face paler than usual, bags heavy under usually bright eyes and wrinkles starting to form on his brow. Yixing was killing himself, starving himself to the point he would die - all because he couldn't save one girl. "It's sad, yes but you can't keep doing this." You reach for a shard of glass and his eyes quickly meet yours.

He's begging you not to, not to force him to drink from the one person he cares for above himself but you don't care. Friends do what they can for each other, friends don't let friends kill themselves.

You winch as the sharp material slices the skin but you press deeper to make sure its a bleeder. Yixing groans as he watches the blood spill along your arm and you drop to your knees in front of him.

"If you die, so do I." His eyes widen before a hard line sets on his lips. Pulling you close, Yixing runs his tongue along the cut, healing the wound and tasting the sweetness he's missed for so long but he doesn't stop, his hunger not yet quenched, he bites down on the pulsing vein in your wrist and you cry out in pain.

You wanted him to have a drink - and now he is.