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Darting his eyes, back and forth under very heavy eye lids, type was feeling a sharp pain in his wrist.
Groaning, he opened his eyes to look at a pale white ceiling, darting his eyes, he was a bit confused, his room had a black ceiling, feeling he was too his back, he weakly turned his head, to peer his eyes down, they widen a bit.
It was that vampire, he was sitting to the edge, with types wrist up in his mouth, feeding upon him.
With a dry mouth, type gulped, to then speak hoarsely.
"Am I.....mmm..... Am I...... Dying?"
Tharn peered his eyes to type, he shook his head a bit and with a large amount of strength, he took his canines out, to lick his wrist, lapping the blood up with his tongue.
Type furrowed his eye brows to then make a disgusted pout.
Tharn shook his head once more. He could tell the human was very weak and was probably not comprending.
"I placed an IV with multitude of things that are coursing through your body so that does not happen. I am not trying to kill you. Tomorrow, I will wean myself off, but it has been decades since I fed upon o negative blood, and virgin. It is too sweet....pure...too alluring, intoxicating to stop now."
Extending his canines, tharn bit into his wrist once more. The blood flowed into his mouth, he could not get enough of it.
Type winced, turning his head ever more weakly to the side he eyed what the vampire spoke of.
"You...... Are a...... Disgusting........ Evil........ Piece....oooooh......of....." He slurred his speech.
Types eyes then drifted shut, the vampire was taking to much. It lead him to become unconsciousness once more.
Has he slept, he dove into a dark oblivion. Looking about he saw the vampire and he was floating towards him. He went for types arm to fed.
Feeling a bit of energy type fought against him.
Waking, type jolted up to go to his wrist thinking the vampire was still feeding upon him.
Wincing, he moved the IV a bit from It's place, looking about, he was in a room, that was not his own but he was alone.
Feeling a bit light headed, type moved down to place a hand to his forehead.
That son of a bitch vampire.
I hate him! I hate there kind!
Type closed his eyes to breathe shakily in and out.
Why am I here? Why did my parents...... Tell this vampire of my blood type? After all the years of keeping it a secert and giving more of there blood, why now? Is it because my mother is pregnant?
Why couldn't they just kicked me out? Why did they have to do this?
Opening his eyes, he gulped has the vampire Came in.
He walked to type to look him over to then look to the IV bag.
Picking up a tube, he pressed something.
"Feeling light headed?"
Type gritted his teeth.
Tharn rolled his eyes to look to the human.
"This will help you with that. Are you or not?"
Type turned his head.
"Piss off!"
The vampire chuckled to then press the button.
That vulger mouth, seems still has not changed, even given the current situation. This human is quite stubborn and bold.
"You have some nerve to say that to your owner."
Types eyes widen, to lean up, placing his hands to either side of himself to the bedding to look to the vampire.
"I am not a dog! You do not own me! Fuck off! I don't know what sort of arrangement you made with my parents but........I did not consent to this, you evil, conniving, disgusting corpse!"
Tharn chuckled again to look to type with an eye brow raised. He pressed the button of morphine once more. He was gifting this human for his tanacity.
"You humans can be sold to vampires without consent, this is the world on Enoch we live in, usually I would have to go through the government however since you still lived with your parents and were still on there insurance, they had more of a say then you did, also for having o negative blood, I paid, thus you are mine, told you, you would be. Just accept it and your life shall go easily, don't, well, you will just see."
Types eyes darted.
"I will never be yours! You bastard!"
Tharn smirked to lean himself close to type, he moved back.
Tharn raised an eye brow.
Why is this human not scared of me? All are but not him.
He rolled his eyes to speak.
"Then........ You will see the true dark side of my race. If you are not mine....... Then you will become a blood whore. Is that what you wish?"
Type gritted his teeth.
"Rather be.......a blood whore...... Then be yours....."
Type then spat in tharns face.
Taking a hand up, he removed it, to then wrap his other hand to his throat.
Type winced.
"You have no idea the meaning to what you just said. Trust me, when I tell you this, it is not something you will want. Today I am giving to you, too heal, for tomorrow, you will see what I have in store for you. Sleep and rest."
Pushing type back, he leaned his body to the side, to place a hand to his throat to cough.
Tharn shook his head.
Turning he left.
Type looked to the back of the door to bring up his hand to flip him off.
Fucking asshole.
Looking to the side, he saw a tray of food.
Moving to the edge, his stomach growled.
Thinking it could be poisoned or drugged, type didn't touch it, instead he grab the butter knife to hide under his pillow.
I will sleep and rest, for tomorrow, if you come near me, I'll fucking kill you and go home.
Turning to his side, type couldn't help but go to sleep, the morphine was weighing on him.