Conclusions Manifest book 1. ( boyxboy)

Chapter 3: Disaster Strikes

Chapter 3:

She found her mate above Peter, the muscles on her mate bulging. " WHAT THE HELL!?" He screamed at Peter. The naked boy beneath him shook with fear, " YOU HAVE 3 SECONDS TO LEAVE BEFORE I TEAR YOU LIMB FROM LIMB." Peter didn't even reach for his clothes, he got up and scrambled out of the room. Soon Ravens mate turned to face her with a satisfied look on his face. Instead of seeing her looking back at him, he was met with a slap to the face. " I don't want a mate!" She screamed, and left the room fully clothed. He dropped to the floor, and grabbed his heart.

Mike had lost sight of his boytoy Sean, and was around searching for him. He had made it to the stairs and found a very naked guy come tumbling down them. Mike gave him a once over and bit his lip. He was nice, but he already had one boy on his mind. He travelled up the stairs and bumped Into a very pissed Raven. " Hey, have you seen Sean?" He asked. She shrugged, " Not since he droned after him no." He left her and began looking around the rooms. He came to one room, and heard grunts. Even over the music, the grunts sounded. He slowly opened the door and peeked in, he spotted his Sean drilling someone on the bed, a cover hiding half of their bodies. Mike was stuck for a moment watching him thrust and grunt. He then slammed the door, and turned. His heart dropped all the way to his stomach. He mentally slapped himself, and began to run towards the stairs. He was hurt, his eyes becoming glassy as the tears worked their way to the surface. He made his way down the stairs, and passed the dancing people. He bumped into a guy, but paid no attention to it. He stopped at the drink table and began to pour himself some alcohol. He wasn't going to be sad at a really awesome party. He downed a cup, and let the liquid burn down his throat. The bitter taste was soon replaced with a sweet mango taste as he tried to take down another drink from another cup.

A naked boy scrambled out of the house Daniela was standing in front of. Music blasted in front of her and she soon noticed she was in the right place. The boy stopped in front of her as be tripped. She smiled down at him, and helped him up. " Wow, you're pretty buff." She told him. He looked her over, and pushed up on her. " Damn you're cute, I wasn't able to get it in inside. Maybe you could help me get it on out here?" She smirked. " Sure, lets..." She pulled him out toward the darkness and he pushed her up against a tree. He began to grind on her body and she looked bored. "Is that all?" She said. She spun him around, and slammed him onto the tree. Her mouth attacked his neck, and she smelled his blood as if it were cologne. Her teeth raked against his jugular and she traced her fingers on his chest. " Want to feel something hot?" She asked. He nodded in between labored breaths. She then bit into his neck and began to suck the sweet nectar that oozed from him. She threw her head back and her eyes were pitch black, the veins surrounding her eyelids. She then bit back in, sinking her teeth deeper into his throat. Before she finished him off, she stopped and looked into his eyes. " You will remember none of this. If anyone asks you like to get kinky and let girls bite you." Her eyes dilated and he nodded his head in agreement. She then wiped her mouth and returned back to the house. Entering the house, she was gathering much attention. She wore a purple dress, laced in the front and around her breast area, and it then flowed freely below. She then had black pumps and a laced bow to pin up her hair which she had curled. She looked around and smiled, this was her type of party.

Maxwell had been dancing since he arrived. Letting the music take over him as he moved freely to the sound. When he listened to music it was easier to block out people's thoughts. Someone handed him a drink, and he downed it. "Woooh!" He screamed, grinding on a random guy. Maxwell was in the midst of fun before he felt an oddly familiar presence around him. Before he was able to feel who it was, he was pushed by Mike, who had stumbled past him towards the drink table. The same burning sensation he had tried to forget coursed through him. " We'll, if it isn't my little book prince." Blake said, looking down into Maxwells eyes. " Uh, ummm, no." He replied. "Dance with me ?" Blake asked/stated as he pulled Maxwell close. Just as he did, Lovumba by Daddy Yankee came on over the speakers and Maxwells dancing spirit was restored. They both began moving to the beat, and it surprised Maxwell that Blake could actually keep up with him. When the song ended, Blake pulled him close, and twirled him. Maxwell landed on a wall, and put his hands up in defense as Blake closed in. " Don't fight it, you like me and I know I like you." Blake told him. Maxwell shook his head, his pride the only thing keeping him going. Blake grabbed his hands and pinned them above Maxwells head. He bent down towards his neck and let his lips massage a certain spot. Maxwell gasped for air and turned away. Blake moved up to Maxwells mouth and before he could capture them with his own, an unseen force pushed him off. Maxwell slipped through the crowd and disappeared.