Werewolf AU (Merthur)

Chapter 4

His body was feeling sore and his neck felt even sorer. There was as well the fact that his arms were bound together. So, he opened his eyes and feeling his heart thunder in his chest. But even when he wanted to move, he felt just too exhausted.

"Look at this, finally you awoke." A smooth voice was heard next to him.

It was making him wince and he tried to free himself, but his body just felt so exhausted. But it wasn't making him less fearful.

"You won't die but I will use you like my new food, and pet and will make sure that you won't die. But see that you got marked huh? Maybe I can make you a Vampire." It was said with a thoughtful tone.

One that made him squirm and feeling again fear through him. Because he would end up getting bitten and he hated that he would end up getting used. Not again and he wasn't wanting to.

"Actually no I won't because I need your blood and when you end up as a Vampire, I will have to hunt for two."

At least he wasn't ending up getting turned into a Vampire. Not something that he would want to and Arthur wouldn't like this either. A tug was felt on his bond and he felt at least relieved knowing that his mate was reassuring him.

"Well let's get a midnight snack." It was said with excitement and he couldn't help but try to wiggle out of the restrains. Fear starting to grip him more and he couldn't help but let out a quiet whimper at this.

"Aww how cute." The smooth and chirping voice was said and kicked the person away with the last strength he had. Not the best idea because the person looked now slightly annoyed.

"Feisty, are we?" He said with a purr but soon looked at him with a more annoying look. Eyes starting to glow in a red dimmer.

"Stop struggling, make it easier for both of us." Voice hypnotic yet ordering. His body instantly stopped after the order and he had to watch the male come closer. A hand holding his head and soon feeling two sharp things enter his neck.

A whimper went out as he felt the pain of his blood getting sucked. When it was pulled out a shiver went through his body and he felt something wet trail at the part. Then the pain left but he felt exhausted. So, his eyes dropped again.

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Most of the time he was asleep and mostly awake at night. But that just whenever the stranger needed his blood. But he made sure that he got enough food and water not to die. But still, he couldn't handle this anymore.

The tug on his bond was making him feel better but he was too exhausted too tired and done to really care anymore. Yet he still tried to struggle and each time he ended up getting ordered to stay put.

But it was unbearable without Arthur. His mind was going crazy without him and he needed him so badly. But his exhaustion made it impossible to move at all. He couldn't get his body to work. And it was hard, and he had no idea how long it was by now.

All he knew that it was for sure a few days later. By now he wasn't even anymore restrained. This felt like he was mocking him. Mocking the fact that he couldn't move anyway. It was making him frustrated. Tears rolled down and he was rolling himself in a ball.

Soon falling asleep again wanting nothing more than to have this nightmare to end. A tug was felt again, and he whined because it reminded him that Arthur wasn't here. That his mate was alone and Merlin would never leave him ever again after this.

His Body shivered again and then he fell asleep wanting nothing more than curl himself into the lap of Arthur and feeling him close.

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Eyes groggily opened at the same time again and once again by the same bloodsucker. His body protested being wakened up.

"Aww, you gave up now on fighting, did you?" It was asked with a mocking tone.

All he could do was giving an exhausted glare but not saying anything. Which resulted in the stranger giving him the sweetest yet creepiest looks. "Stand up we are going to change you into something cuter." It was said in order and god he hated this.

But his body moved, even when it was protesting. Even when he felt exhausted, he just couldn't control his body. So, he followed and having to watch himself being put into a Lolita dress, shoes, and even a curly blond wig. There were also some red lipsticks and some eyeliner and mascara. Then he ended up getting carried towards a table.

His eyes dropped a few times and he still hated it but by now he just wanted nothing more than Arthur to find him. Nothing more than cuddle with the male and him telling Merlin that he was safe. His body was put down on a chair and he was forced to play tea party with this person.

Even the mannerism was forced on him. This person was by now treating him like a dress-up doll. It was making him despise this even more. Soon he was carried down on the bed and he fell the same sensation entering his neck, but he was too far gone to realize the pain.

Too exhausted to even register anything around him.

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He could hear shouts, but his mind too far gone too exhausted to care. It was for sure his imagination. Eyes stayed closed, his body rolled more together, and shivers went through his body. He just felt awful. Some footsteps heard but he couldn't care. Even after hearing his name being called. It almost sounded like on his mind, but he was too exhausted to hear. Someone picked him up and from the feeling, he knew who it was, this was the last thing before his conscious drifted off once again.