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first lesson

To the bath tub, tharn was laying to his back, arms stretched out to grip the edges of the tub, to have his head turned slightly to the side, waiting patiently.
Type had his canines in his neck, lapping down the blood, with his hand to his throat, he could not get enough, it was too good, too sweet, he craved it.
Tharns eyes darted just waiting.
"Mmm.... Half breed..... You need to stop."
Type opened his eyes to peer them up, to bit down harder.
You turned me into this thing....... Don't be greedy with your blood.
Type closed his eyes once more to keep sucking.
Tharn looked to the ceiling.
"Last warning half breed......stop."
Type slightly shook his head.
Fuck you, asshole.
Suddenly, types stomach started to clench.
Opening his eyes and wide, he took his canines out, to turn his head slightly, he felt sick.
Tharn turned his head to eye.
"Mmm.... Told you to stop."
Types eyes darted, he tried to get up till tharn grabbed his body to place upon himself, to place a hand to his mouth, the other grabbed his wrists into one, to his stomach.
Type peered his eyes up.
Tharn peered his down.
"This is your first lesson. When I tell you to stop. You stop. Your only a half breed, not a vampire, your human side is still there and can not accept it"
Types eyes narrowed.
Who's fault Is that!
Type struggled a bit, tharn held tighter.
"I am still stronger then you. Struggle all you wish. This is what you are. Deal with it."
Types eyes widen, has tharn slowly took his hand away.
Gathering salvia, type spat in tharns face.
"You..... Did this to me! You deal with it!"
Type breathed heavily in and out.
Tharn signed to take his hand to his face to wipe off the saliva to place it to types pants, to then quickly place his hands under his chin to make him lift his head higher.
Type wrapped his hands around his wrists to wince.
"You spit on me again, I'll rip that tongue from your mouth!"
"Screw..... You!"
Tharn raised an eye brow.
"I....... Will never stop....... I'll spit on you again and again and again, you can take everything off of me, I'll still fight against you and this thing you made me by force. You are a bastard!"
Tharn rolled his eyes.
"You have no idea what I have created. All your fighting against this, will just screw you over in the end."
Type slowly moved his head up.
"So......fucking be it..... You corpse! Go..... To.... Fucking.... Hell!"
Tharn gritted his teeth.
"I don't have time for this."
Head butting type, he rendered him unconscious.
Picking him up, the two got out of the bath tub, tharn carried him bridal style to the bed to lay him to his side, to more forward to grab his cell, to make a call.
"Yes, I need 2 pints of blood to be delivered to my office and now."
Turning it off, he placed it to his back pocket, to hunch a bit over, to cup his hands looking to the mess.
Maybe...... This was a mistake.......
Signing, tharn turned to eye the half breed, watching his breathes come and go.
I..... Really did worry over you when you threw yourself from my car..... I couldn't stop thinking of you when I had business to conduct....... Seeing you..... That first night.....I thought you were dead..... Everyday I watched you grow stronger and trying to follow the river to wherever you were trying to go..... Once I smelled your leg....I knew if I didn't do this...... You would die...... Why do I care over you? It's more then the need and desire for your blood.....
Turning, tharn heard his alarm go off from his watch.
It was telling him he had 2 hours before his slumber phase.
Turning back, he stood, to fix and adjust himself.
About to leave, he felt a hand to his wrist.
Looking back, type had his eyes slightly opened looking to him, breathing slowly in and out.
"Don't.......nnnnn..... Leave......"
Tharn turned to sit back to the edge, eyeing him.
"I need to work. Go to sleep."
Type breathed deeply, his eyes went in the back of his head.
Tharn gritted his teeth.
If only........ You had been like them......mimaro.......
If only you had there...... Strength and strong will.......
Signing, tharn looked to types hand that was still wrapped, to take his hand to it to then take it off to gently place it to his side to the bed.
Taking his hand further up, he placed it to types lips to run his finger tips to it.
His lips hadent touched another in over 200 years, not since mimaro......
Leaning back and away, he took a hand to his face to wipe away a lone blood tear to stand eyeing the mess.
"You..... Have no idea..... How lucky you are.... To have this strength......"
Adjusting himself once more, tharn turned to leave, to lock and shut the door.
Grabbing his cell, he called for a guard to clean the mess and give the half breed a new tray.
Opening his eyes slowly and slightly, type looked to his hand, seeing a droplet, but it was red.
Peering his eyes to the back of the door, he leaned a bit, to then peer his eyes back, to settle down.
He breathed in deep.
Was..... He..... Crying?
Type closed his eyes to scoff.
That thing has no right to cry...... He did this to me.....
Opening his eyes, he eyed the blood droplet, taking his hand to his mouth, inhaling the sweet aroma he licked it to then place his hand under the pillow to re close his eyes to sign.
What.... Am I suppose to do now...... How can I kill myself? There has to be a way..... There just has to be.....
Type signed once more, feeling that pull.
Mmmm...... When will he come back? I miss him.
Squeezing his eyes shut, he turned to his stomach, to place his head in the pillow to scream.
God fucking damn it! I need to find a way out of here! There has to be a way!
Just..... Has to be!!