figured something out from this human

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2 days of coming in and out of consciousness went for the human. From one of the vampires that fed upon him, he contracted a bit of a venom. Type had to be subdued, to be able to take it out before the fever could kill him.
By the 3rd day, he awoke weak but alive.
Opening his eyes, under heavy eye lids, type groaned feeling the weight of his body, to look with a bit of anger to the bags that were above him. He had no clue what they were pumping into him.
Peering his eyes down, he saw a vampire, standing over him, looking him over. They placed a hand to his forehead, he flinched away from there touch but couldn't really do anything, he was too weak.
The vampire straightened up to turn eyeing the IV bags.
"Mr. Naraki, can you understand me, has I am talking to you?"
Type made face but nodded.
The vampire looked to him.
"Good. I am the local doctor who knows of your kind. You have contracted a venom from one of the vampires that fed upon you. We were not made aware until after. It has been flushed from your system that is why you probably feel sick and weak, do you understand?"
Type turned his head.
The vampire doctor eyed.
"Do you understand?"
"Am I.......' type gulped.
"Dying?"
The doctor raised an eye brow.
"You sound...... Has if that is what you want."
Type turned to his side, to close his eyes feeling tired. He was unaware the doctor was shooting him up with morphine.
Tharn told the doctor to make sure his human could feel no pain.
Feeling comfortable type fell back to sleep.
It took a course of a week, for him to be at his full strength.
By the end of it, type sat to the edge, the doctor was standing before him checking everything even though type refused or made it difficult for the doctor by moving away.
Tharn was to the back of the door, eyeing.
"Is the human back to full strength?"
Type turned his head to flinch away from. The doctors touch.
The doctor moved back to look to tharn to nod.
"Thank you then doctor. We can take it from here."
He nodded to part.
Type moved his head forward to hang, to his sides were his hands gripping the edge of the bed.
Tharn stayed by the door to close and lock.
Moving away from it, he went to type who turned his head in disgust.
Tharn rolled his eyes.
"You smell repulsive and yet you turn your head and give me the expression disgust. That is ironic don't you think."
"Go to hell!"
The vampire lightly chuckled.
"See you are too your full strength. Well, I am giving you an option. Either bathe by yourself or I......"
Type turned his head to eye him.
"Don't you fucking touch me! I'll do it myself. Go away!" He interrupted.
The vampire looked him over to kneel, type looked to him confused until he saw him take the chain out to wrap it around his ankle.
"Until we develop some trust, you wear this."
"How can I........ Clean myself with....."
Tharn came back up to eye type.
"If you wish to not have this on, then I will...."
Type stood to go to the wall.
"Don't........ You fucking dare........ I'll..... Manage....... Go away you blood sucking piece of shit!"
Tharn gritted his teeth to part, slamming the door a bit, the valgure mouth off the human was trying his patience.
Gulping, type looked down to sign heavily.
God damn it!
Looking to the bathroom, he walked to it, to find a set of clothes to the toilet seat.
Type stood in the doorway.
If I.... Repulsive that thing then..... Shouldn't I not...... But if I don't..... It may....
Signing, type took off his shirt to then look to his pants, the chain around his ankle did cause some concern.
Lowering his pants and boxers, he wrapped them around his ankle in a knot, to then go to the shower to start it, looking around for cameras. Seeing nothing he got in, with keeping his ankle out to take a relaxing shower trying not to think of what has been happening to him.
Out, he eyed his new clothes trying to figure out how to place on his new pants and boxers.
Downing on the buttoned white t shirt, he looked to see there were only pants, no boxers, to examine there were buttons to the side.
Guess the vampire thought of the chain when giving me clothes.
Signing, he couldn't place on boxers but these pants.
Moving towards the mirror, type looked himself over to turn his head.
He didn't recognize himself. Type was a bit paler, lacked color and looked. Miserable, which he understood.
Turning, he went back to the room, to hold a hand to his stomach, it growled has he looked over a new tray of food.
Since he had been there, he hadent eaten a thing just had it's placed in him.
Not being able to withstand it, type went to the edge of the bed to pull the tray to himself to consume everything that laid upon it.
After, his eyes widen to think of the butter knife he had under his pillow from before.
Feeling for it, it was still there.
He smiled.
Come near me again, I'm going to fucking kill you!
Some time later, type was too the bed, back to the wall, knees to himself, eyeing the butter knife while looking to the door.
Can something like this.....kill a vampire? What if I try with this and it does nothing?
Type signed.
Have to try something, I gave that thing the impression I am it's, when I just fed it, what it wanted to hear. I can't believe it was just sitting there and........ Was going to allow them to......
Type gritted his teeth and hard.
Just try to touch me again you fucking corpse, I will kill you.
Hours passed and nothing, falling asleep, type immediately woke, by the sound of the door, to straighten up to his early position to then hide the knife to his pillow.
Looking about, someone came in to exchange the trays, to then leave, tharn then came in to close and lock the door looking to type, has his body was leaned to it.
"Finally...... It eats."
Type looked to the vampire in anger.
Looking to types ankle, tharn noticed the clothes wrapped.
Pushing himself from the door, tharn went to sit to the edge of the bed to grab types ankle to rip the clothing off, type then brought his leg to himself.
"Don't fucking touch me!"
Tharn looked to type with a smirk.
"You are mine. I can if I please."
Tharn started to move closer till type grabbed the butter knife and stuck it to his temple.
Tharns eyes widen, has did types.
Raising an eye brow, he looked over the human.
"Do you really think...... This would kill me? A butter knife to the head? I am not a zombie."
Bringing a hand up, tharn removed the knife and slow making the human watch.
Types eyes darted has he saw the vampire pull it out to then toss it to the tray, he turned his head to see the black blood hit the apple.
He gulped.
Grabbing type by the wrist, the vampire moved him about, to place his wrists into one above his head, his other hand went to that throat to squeeze.
Type winced.
Tharn hovered over type with squinted eyes.
"That is not a way to kill my kind human."
"Nnn..... Get..... Get off!........ Don't..... Touch me!"
The vampire lightly chuckled to take a hand down to open his shirt to place his canines in his chest.
Types eyes widen to buck his body up to groan.
"Aaaaah! Damn it! Fucking stop!"
Taking his teeth out, the vampire looked to types exposed nipple to eye it a bit confused.
It was erect, however the room was warm.
Widening his eyes, something started to click for him.
Moving his head up, type turned his head to the side.
"Get......off.......of me..... You disgusting......"
"Answer me this human....... How are you a 25 year old virgin?"
Type froze.
"With your looks, I highly doubt women didn't flock to you at times. Probably heavily in your puberty stage. So how and why haven't you had sex? Did you wish not to breed or..... Is it something else?"
Types eyes started to dart, his heart started to race.
"Get.......off!" Type said through gritted teeth.
Tharn smirked to go to his nipple.
Types eyes widen to look to the action.
"www....... What are you....."
Types head lifted up has the vampire took out his tongue to start licking.
"Mmmm......ssssss........ssssss....... Stop!"
Moving his head up, tharn started to become playful..
"Mr. Naraki......... Are you..... Gay per chance?"
Type squeezed his eyes shut to groan.
Oh god damn it! Why did he have to figure it out!

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