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giving you the choice

The next night, type was sitting to the bed, fully clothed, looking to the tray that was filled with food but held no blood containers. Type was pondering has to why.
Turning his head, he quickly hung it to grit his teeth.
Tharn came in to stand before type, he looked to him then the food.
"You haven't touched...."
Type scoffed to turn his head to the side.
Tharn looked back to him.
"You must be ravenous."
Type gritted his teeth harder to place his hand to his stomach, it was that and then some.
Tharn stood there has time seemed to tick by.
Turning his head, he looked to the bathroom.
"Do you not see what is behind me?"
Type furrowed his brows in confusion, to turn his head to look back.
The door was wide open.
"So?"
"Do you have a chain on? Or the collar?"
Type shook his head.
"No."
Tharn turned his head to eye type.
"Then leave."
Types lips parted, his heart beat erratically, his eyes widen to stand.
"I..... Can go?"
Tharn nodded.
Type went around him to stand in the door way, to hang his head, eyes darted to the floor.
"Wait...... Let me guess.....I leave then..... They'll be vampires waiting or..... Your brother....."
Type turned to eye the vampires back.
"Or...... Let me guess..... You've told the whole vampire community about my blood? Is that it?"
Tharn turned to eye type.
"I have not told anyone about your blood type. The vampires who took it signed a waver. No one knows, other then them, me and the doctor. Last night....... I'm sure you think I forced you."
Type gritted his teeth.
Tharn stepped to him.
There eyes darted.
"You know I didn't...... Right?"
Type hung his head.
"You...... Manipulated me........"
Tharns eyes narrowed.
"A bit...... But I didn't force."
Type turned his head to the side.
"From everything that has happened....... Let us look at this situation with logic..... Your parents sold you to me, lied to the both of us, you have been turned into a world who do not like half breeds but only can tolerate them. You can not get a job type, the only valuable asset you have is your blood, where others will drain you dry, I know you do not like me. So I am giving you this."
Tharn raised his arm, palm out to the door.
Type peered his eyes to the action.
"This will be the only time, I will give you, your freedom. Take it now...... You can see for yourself how hard life will be for you outside these walls."
Type looked to tharn in anger.
"Your..... Manipulating me again...... Making me..... Stay....."
Tharn placed his arm down to cock his head to the side.
"Within reason, this is the best place for you, you get food, clothes, roof over your head and blood, only to work a bit."
Tharn took a step forward.
Type gulped.
"And all the sex you could ever want......I tell you this type......it will only happen if you want it. I..... Have been forced...... Only once......I will never do that to you. Now.... Make your choice. If you decide to stay, you will never get this opportunity again."
The love I have for you, will not allow you to leave, twice.
Type hung his head to think and hard about this.
He knew the vampire was right. No one hired half breeds, there was also no where for him to go. The only job he could get would be to become a blood whore and type did not want that life.
His eyes darted.
"If.......I stay......I..... Don't want the chain...... Or the collar....... Want to have the door stay unlocked....... Be able to get paid for what I do...... Would like to change rooms after...... Everything that.....has happened in here..... Would like a car..... Have the ability to leave when I want and also....."
He looked to the vampire.
"I do not want you, to ever fucking touch me!"
Type breathed heavily.
Tharns eyes darted thinking.
"No to the car, no to you being able to leave whenever, everything else, fine. Does that mean you do not want to be fed my blood then but what I have?"
Type raised an eye brow.
"Why can't I have a car? Or to leave? And...... That's me touching you......I......"
Type hung his head again, hating to admit he wanted his blood and only he's blood.
"Want...... You to.... Keep feeding me......"
Tharn smirked.
"The reason for no car and you cannot leave whenever is because your blood aroma has gotten stronger. Rouge vampires will get too you and drink you dry. If you wish to leave, a vampire body guard will company you. Can..... Be part of your job."
Type looked up.
"What..... Is my job?"
"Be my personal assistant. If I need things from the local town, you will go and retrieve also I do need someone to be with me when I slumber, that would be you. That will be the only time the door shall be locked."
Type chewed at his cheek.
"How..... Much will I be paid?"
"10 dollars a day."
Type raised an eye brow.
"You are receiving free food, blood, and a place to stay. Also if you get to much, you may just try to leave. Has I said, this is your only time to do so. No matter how much you accumulate, you can not leave."
Types lips parted to turn to the side to eye the open door.
Tharn looked to him with narrowed eyes.
"Think.... Clearly about this type naraki."
His eyes darted.
The pay...... Hardly seems worth it but....... He is....... Giving me so much more..... But why..... Why is he being this way now?
Tharn then bit into his wrist to make type stay.
Turning his head he eyed.
Tharn took his wrist out to offer it to him.
"Make your choice."
Type looked to the blood, to then look to the door.
You...... Don't have anywhere to go..... Family who does not want you..... Maybe your grandparents to your mother's side..... They are loving and sweet but...... His could they has I am......I could be endangering them.....I..... Can't do that.....I also don't want...... To be drained....... But I..... Hate this.....
Type groaned.
He didn't completely hate the vampire anymore, he could tell there was something different about him, that separated him from the others, who probably would have killed him by now.
Type took a deep breathe in, to go to the door.
Tharn gritted his teeth.
Type grabbed the nob, to close the door, to turn to go to the vampire. There eyes darted, has he placed his hand under his wrist.
"I..... Meant what I said..... Don't fucking touch me! You and I...... Are never ever going to have sex again."
Tharn nodded, but was internally smiling.
We will see about that. Your body is still changing, you will crave it, I'll just have to be..... Patient.
Types eyes then turned white his canines semi painfully came down to lift his wrist up to place it to his mouth.
"You...... Did this to me...... Take responsibility...... I'll....... Stay..... But...... Would I..... Be able to..... Walk around the grounds?"
He really wanted to go to the beach that was outside his window.
"Yes. But only to the back, never the front, at least unless you are accompanied by me or a body guard, understood?"
Type signed.
"I guess....... Deal...."
He looked to tharn.
"I...... Still don't like you..... But....."
Type looked to his wrist to sink his canines in.
Tharn looked to him with no expression.
You may not like me....... But I'm in love with you..... You have no idea what is in store for you..... You'rll understand that word...... In time..... The depth to it....
Getting his fill, type took his canines out to drop his arm, to then watch him go to the door to open, he hesitated in the door way.
"Come...... There are a few rooms you can choose from."
Type took a deep breathe, watching him go.
What..... Have I've gotten myself into but...... Where else am I suppose to go..... This..... Is really my only option...... Just make the best of it......
Turning fully, he went to follow the vampire, already regretting telling him not to touch him again, but he fought and hard against that regrettion.
Just..... Because you have his blood flowing through you... You are wanting his cold lips to yours... Cold fingers running themselves around your body and.....
Type hung his head to look to anger to the floor has he followed the vampire.
Damn it!.....You don't like him..... You don't!...... Knock it off! It will never happen again..... Never...... Again.....
Type took in deep breathes has his heart started to sink with that reliazation.