Bite me | Harringrove

Chapter Six

Steve woke up to a cold and empty bed, honestly very unexpected. He rubbed the tiredness from his eyes, throwing on some clean clothes. He walks down the stairs and immediately smells breakfast, Billy was making omelets with veggies. He was chopping the vegetables when Steve comes in. Steve is about to hug him when he slips and cuts his finger, blood oozing from it. 

"Oh my God, Billy!"

"No its fine, I'm fine." 

"But you-" When Steve reached for his hand, it was perfectly fine. "What the fuck, I literally saw you cut yourself. There was blood!" Steve insisted, looking up at Billy with furrowed brows. "You're hungover Steve, probably saw something that wasn't there." He said, continuing to chop the vegetables. Steve started to think the worst. The absolute worst. 

He snatched the knife from Billy and cut his palm, hissing at the sting. He looked right at Billy when his eyes dilated, turning a dark crimson. "I knew it." He mumbled, staring at the other boy in disbelief. No wonder he needed to be invited in. "You're one of them, aren't you?" He asked, frozen. "Steve, your hurt."

"Aren't you?!"

Billy looked into Steve's eyes and they returned to their natural color, a deep blue staring angrily back at Steve. "Yes, I am. But that doesn't scare you, does it? Now, give me your hand." He roughly took Steve's hand and ran it over the water, adding a bit of soap to wash it. After he washed it, he dragged Steve upstairs to wrap it. Steve was on the toilet and Billy was kneeling in front of him, concentrating on not making it too tight but tight enough. 

"Billy...."

"You can hate me and kill me or whatever, but let me just fix your hand-"

"Billy-"

"I just don't want it to get infected and then it-"

"BILLY!"

The blonde looked up and saw Steve looking at him amused. "I'm not going to kill you, If I hated you I wouldn't let you patch up my cut." He says, Billy, fastening it with tape. "So you're okay with it?"

"I'm surprised I didn't know sooner, be being from hunters and all. Vampires aren't all bad, a lot of them don't feed on live humans. The rest feed on blood bags and animals. I'm hoping you do the latter."

Billy smiles and nods. "Glad you didn't kill me." He chuckles, Steve giggling as well. "Me too." The laughing stopped and they just looked. Billy wanted nothing more than to kiss those pretty, pink lips. "Steve, you can never do something like that again, trying to get me to turn like that. I could've lost control and hurt you."

"But you didn't."

"But I could have."

"But you didn't, Billy. I knew what I was doing when I did it. I wanted to know for sure and I knew you wouldn't have told me. I'm okay. You're okay." He said, soothingly running a hand through the curls at his nape. Billy just looked at him with an unreadable expression. And when Steve leaned in, he couldn't just say no. Their lips pressed against one another, and Billy could feel the heat pass through him. Steve put his hand on his shoulder and brought him close.

Billy's fangs came out accidentally, scratching Steve's lip accidentally. Billy pulled back, tasting a bit of blood but controlling himself. "Oh my gosh, Steve I'm so sorry. Are you okay? I swear it was an accident." He blurts, inspecting the cut. "Billy, calm down I'm okay. I think it's kinda hot." Steve murmurs, biting his lip. "Yeah?" Billy asked, brushing his fingers against Steve's cheek. Steve nodded profusely, Billy leaning in again. 

The minute Billy returned home, after telling his father what he had accomplished for the mission, he cried. And Billy cries a lot, always been a crier. When mom died, he cried. When they moved, he cried. When he turned, he cried. When he has to kill the one he cares for most, he breaks down. When he gets a text from Steve later that night, he cries harder.

The next Monday at school, basically the whole school knew about the recent happenings between the two of them. At first, Billy was nervous when he walked down the halls when Steve wanted to hold his hand. "It's okay," He says, patting his arm. "They all already know." Billy then lifts his head high, coming out as intimidating. He pulls Steve under his arm, kissing the top of his head. 

When they went over to Robin and Heather, they were both squealing. "Oh my gosh, you guys are so cute!" Heather said, hugging them both. "Stop guys, everyone is already staring," Steve whined, hiding his head in Billy's chest. "Hard not to, you're just so look-at-able," Billy says, Steve laughing. "Very smooth, Billy. And thank you." He says, patting his head like a dog. 

At lunch, they ate together under the bleachers since Rob and Heather had detention. "So how long have you been a vampire?" Steve asked, legs across Billy's thighs as he ate his sandwich. "Well, I was born in 1870 and I turned when I was 18, so roughly 130 years or so," Billy said nonchalantly, munching on Steve's chips. "Woah, what happened?" Billy stopped chewing at the question, hasn't talked about it since it happened. 

"Well," He begins, clearing his throat. "It was a few weeks after my 18th birthday when it happened. I was roughhousing with one of the kids in the area when we heard the screaming. I heard it comin' from my house so we both ran towards it, bursting in to find my father sucking my mom dry. Her face was already pale as a ghost when we got there."

He took a minute to look up, not wanting to cry in front of Steve. "When he saw us, he closed the door and killed my friend in front of me. Then he bit me and I thought I was going to die. But then he switched everything around and poured his blood on my neck, healing it. And then, he made me help him kill the entire area when I was fully formed." 

Steve just looked at him, taking his hand. "Billy, I'm so so sorry he did that to you. You didn't have to tell me all that I was just-"

"No, I-I wanted to." He said, looking over. Steve smiled a bit and went to sit on Billy's lap. "Well, I'm really glad you told me, Billy. Really happy." He said, touching the curls behind Billy's neck. He hums in pleasure, leaning his head on his shoulder. "Mmm, didn't talk you for a softie," Steve said, scratching his head a bit. "Only for you, pretty boy." 

Steve smiled.

"I've told you a million times Andrew, get me what I want when I want it. I am not a patient man."

Billy walked through the door, noticing his seething father on the phone with one of his employees in the kitchen. He dropped his bag on the table and got out some cereal, pouring himself a bowl. "Welcome home, my favorite son. I need you to run out again tonight." He said, walking into the room. "What do you want?" 

"Want someone who looks like that Harrington boy." He froze.

"Steve?"

"Yeah, that one. He's got pretty a pretty face, I want to ruin one just like it."

Billy nodded once, taking his jacket and getting out on the road, trying not to think too much.