Delicious [FighterTutor - ENG]

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It would be useless to run away if the vampire can really move as fast as he showed him before. Instinctively, he looks for Saifah and Zon, he notices them now in the middle of the dancefloor not paying attention to him. If he tried to scream for help, the vampire would probably break his neck before he can even open his mouth, so he takes that little bit of courage left and turns to the boy now sitting on the same sofa, not too far from him.

He's still staring at him, his eyes appearing from this distance of a wonderful amber colour, and he is licking his lips.

"Will you kill me?" Fighter whispers eventually. He feels confused, terrified, but at the same time almost hypnotized by every movement of the boy in front of him. He is sure he doesn't want to die though, at least not tonight.

The vampire laughs softly, then leans forward a little more and simply says "You are so scared that I can hear your heart beating from here."
Fighter instinctively brings a hand to his chest, and mentally agrees with him.

"How come you won't dance?"
Fighter is taken aback by that sudden change of subject. However, he remains silent trying to understand where all of this is going.
"Bad night? You look sad," the other insists, and Fighter doesn't understand the vampire's desire to have a conversation with him. Couldn't he at least make it quick and painless?
He should have drunk more, perhaps it would help him feel less pain while he will be slaughtered.
He reaches for his previously abandoned glass, still half full, but his hand freezes when he perceives a lightning-fast movement from the vampire. He mentally prepares for the worst.

Fighter doesn't even realize what happened, a moment later he just sees the vampire handing him a glass of water. He hesitates to take it, still too surprised by the action and aware of the risk that there may be some unknown substance in it.
"It's just water" the other immediately reassures him. Too bad it doesn't work much.

"I'm not going to kill you. I don't kill. Or better, haven't for a long time."
Fighter thinks he senses real remorse in his tone and this calms him down a bit. He sighs with relief, before looking
at the water again.

He wouldn't mind, he feels his throat is too dry even to utter a single word.
"C'mon, drink a little" the vampire encourages him and he ends up following his advice. Fortunately, he doesn't notice anything strange.

"See? Isn't it better now, P'Fight?" He nods slightly, taking another sip.
He is not even surprised that the vampire already knows his name, but hearing it causes a strange sensation in him.

The vampire is now looking at him with a smile, Fighter doesn't know why.

"You want my blood, right?" the older asks, his voice slightly more audible than before - not that the vampire had trouble hearing him.

The beautiful boy seems to meditate a little on the answer, then says "Eventually, yes."
"Eventually?" the other echoes him, looking at him worryingly.
"My name is Tutor" the vampire smiles. Fighter nods, even if he doesn't understand why Tutor told him that and, above all, why he didn't answer the previous question.

"I'm not going to bite you, unless you want it," Tutor continues and the human looks at him more and more confused. Who would ever want such a thing?
"I have always felt that drinking someone's blood is something extremely intimate, I prefer to have someone stable." Tutor looks at him with disconcerting intensity.

"I understand" Fighter replies faintly. And he really does, because stability is probably what he has always lacked and what he's still looking for.
"And why would you want me?" the human continues, actually incredulous.
"It's just a feeling, I can't give you a logic reason" Tutor takes the other boy's hand and feels him shiver under his light touch "But I'm offering you a deal. I can give you everything you need, think about it"
And Fighter barely feels the kiss the vampire leaves on the inside of his wrist before disappearing from his sight.

Saifah and Zon are back, and Fighter thinks it's not worth asking if they saw him.