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After 3 days of laying with the vampire, feeding upon him and eating food plus using the bathroom, type was sitting to the edge, head hung, they needed to go back to work, tharn told him the transformation was now completed. Type didn't understand what that ment.
Adjusting his jacket, he turned to look at him, in his sullen state.
"Mmmm..... This has been the most silence I've received by you."
Type gripped the edge of the bed, to look somberly up.
"When...... You leave...... I'm going to kill myself......"
Tharn lightly chuckled to turn fully to slightly bend to eye.
"Mmm...... You can try. I'd suggest the butter knife. You'rll see how hard it is to kill yourself now with my blood coursing through your veins."
Moving up, type peered his eyes to the floor.
"When I return, we need to go through some things about your new life. My being here, you feeding upon me was the first step."
Type gritted his teeth.
"Go to hell!"
Tharn rolled his eyes.
"I shall return."
Turning, types eyes widen, he didn't know why, but there was a pull.
He instantly brought his hand up to wrap around his wrist, looking up.
Tharn stopped to look to him.
"Mmm..... Your feeling something right?"
Types lips parted to look to the action, to then take his hand back, to turn his head in disgust.
What has this fucking vampire done to me?
I...... Don't want him to go.....
Tharn smirked to then step to him to wrap his hand around.
Type immediately looked.
"You want me now........ So...... Don't piss me off..... There will be harder consequences for you."
Taking his hand away, tharn then went to his neck to inhale.
Types eyes widen.
Tharn went to his ear.
"I am dying to try your new blood half breed......I know it must be....... Irresistable now....."
Type took a deep breathe to move up, to push tharn away.
"Your..... Already dead...... You piece of shit!"
Turning type went to the bathroom to slam, the door, to place his body upon it, to slide down, head to the side, shivering.
He didn't want the vampire to leave, but he could tell it was only by physical not mental.
Tharn looked to the door to smirk.
Still......I don't know if I'll be able to stop if I even grant myself a taste....... Don't tempt me half breed.......
Turning, tharn had to go.
Feeling the vampire had left, type turned to open the door, to eye the other.
Damn it! Why do I have to fucking feel this way!
He hung his head to close the door, to place his forehead upon it.
Breathing in deep, he had avoided the mirror since his so called transformation.
Turning his head, he stepped to it.
Looking himself over, his eyes widen to look down.
"That's...... Not me!"
Has he looked himself over, he was a bit more paler, his eyes that were brown, now we're lighter, mixed with white and somehow his hair grew a bit longer and blacker, all his semi acne was gone, he had smooth skin and looked delicate.
Turning, he looked to his leg that was once broken, then looked to his hand to sign.
Everything was healed.
Leaning his body to the sink, he hung his head to place his hands to them, tears came down.
He was confused, conflicted and didn't know what to do, the amount of energy that was coursing through him was remarkable but he fought against it. Type fought against everything.
Signing, he lifted his head up to look forward.
"I'd suggest the butter knife."
The vampires words rang through his head.
Stepping forward, he went to the bedroom to his new tray of food to eye, shaking his head, he went against his stomach to then grab the butter knife to examine.
It..... May not be able to kill him but...... I'm only a human.....
Type froze to hang his head to grit his teeth.
I'm only a.....
Gripping the butter knife, type and his new strength, was able to pick up the test and throw it to the window.
Falling to his knees, he's eyes widen at the impact.
Shaking his head.
He looked to his hands, that quivered a bit.
"This is not me!"
Getting up quick, he ran to the bathroom to slam the door, breathing heavily, with his back to the tub.
"This...... Isn't...... Me...."
With darting eyes, he brought up his arm to place the butter knife to it.
His eyes widen to shake a bit.
After he drug the knife along, he immediately healed.
Going to his knees, he hung his head to drop the knife to place his hands to his eyes.
"God fucking damn it! Why! Why did he do this to me! Why did my parents forsake me!"
Tears fell down his face. He couldn't understand why this was happening to him.
Placing his hands palm down to the floor, he eyed the butter knife to grab it to then take it into the bath with him.
Laying there, he eyed it.
No...... Matter how long.....it just takes time....
Type then kept cutting.
To his office, tharn was busy with work, peering his eyes up, he could feel the half breed was hurting himself.
Signing, he rolled his eyes.
"Type......."
To the room, tharn looked to the damage, to shake his head, turning he eyed the bathroom door.
Inside, he stepped slowly, to place himself to the edge, to look down to shake his head.
Type was to his side, he kept cutting into him self to no avail, it just kept healing. Blood was splattered a bit, also tears.
"Are you quite done half breed?"
Type gritted his teeth to keep at it.
Tharn rolled his eyes.
"No matter how many times, how many hours, days, months or years, a butter knife can not kill you."
Type stopped to eye the bath tub, he stopped.
"What..... Will then?"
"Has if I would tell you, now come on. You are acting like a child."
Type threw the butter knife to him, he instantly dodged.
Then he placed his arms around himself.
"Why....... Just tell me why you did this......"
Tharns eyes darted.
"Mmm..... At a later time.....i need to go back to work. Come on."
Tharn placed a hand out.
Type curled more into himself.
"Type......I do not have time for this..... Come now......or I won't feed you for a week solid."
Types eyes widen to then sit up, keeping his head turned.
"Could..... That kill me..... Not too...."
Tharn signed.
"No..... It'll just hurt like hell..... Trust me..... Now...."
Type gritted his teeth, to then turn his head to eye the vampires hand, lips parted his mouth started to salivate. Looking up, his eyes went to his exposed neck.
Opening his mouth a bit, painfully his canines came down, type could not control himself.
Grabbing tharn by the hand he pulled him in.