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reflection

Waking the next night, type furrowed his eye brows, in confusion. He could feel he was on something hard and cold but didn't understand what.
Slowly opening his eyes, he saw pale white flesh, widening them, he turned his head to look up, he was on tharn. The night previously came back to him.
Shoving himself off, he went to the floor, to place a hand to his stomach. It was contracting. He had gone 30 hours without food and blood.
Looking up, he saw the vampire was still in his slumber, using the bedding to get up, he eyed the clock. It was 4 in the afternoon, the vampire didn't wake for 2 more hours.
Type winced, he was in un believable pain that was starting to become worse.
Grabbing his arm, he extended his canines to try and bite into his flesh but then he stopped to hesitate to look to the ring, it has a red beeping light.
Are you...... Fucking serious!
Type looked back to the vampire in a cool sweat to eye him in anger.
You can't believe...... I'm trying to..... Damn it.....I.... Need it.....I hate that I do but I....
Type couldn't stop himself.
Widening his eyes, the ring made him jolt back with a very hurtful shock.
He went to the floor, to his side, to grab at his wrist.
Damn you! Fucking god damn.....
Going into himself, the pain was too much for him to bare, he went into a fetal position, to wrap his arms around, to close his eyes to breathe heavily.
Slowly opening his eyes, tharn looked about to eye the ceiling.
Rubbing his hands up and down his body, he couldn't feel the half breed.
Guess...... The was to much to hope for.
Getting up, he looked about, not seeing him but felt something.
Mmm..... Where did they go?
Turning, he moved his legs over the edge, to feel something claw at his foot, looking down his eyes widen.
Type looked up to him, with bright white eyes, breathing heavily, looking to him in anger.
Tharn instantly went down, to crouch, to pull him onto his lap to place his wrist to his mouth.
Type immediately sunk his canines in to consume the sweet nector.
Tharn reached his arm over to retrieve his phone.
"I need 2 liters of my favorite blood, also a tray filled with food for the half breed. We are in the guest room 3rd down."
Tharn placed the phone to the table to look to type.
"Have your fill."
Type wrapped his hand to his wrist to do just that.
By the time they came, the two were dressed in boxers and pants, type was to the edge, still drinking, that handed a container to tharn, pulled in the tray, to then leave.
Tharn consumed while type did.
After 5 minutes, type started to reject it.
Taking his canines out, he let tharns wrist to, to grip the edge to look to the tray.
"You..... Are such a....... Cold..... Bastard!"
Tharn raised his eye brow, to lower the container.
"You deserved that punishment. Also..... You...."
Type turned his head, brows furrowed.
"Not that!"
Type brought up his ring.
Tharn cocked his head to eye.
"When you were asleep.....I tried to fed.... It went off! Do you really think I'm still trying to....."
Tharn peered his eyes up.
"Yes I do."
I may love you, however I know you don't. My trust does not come easily.
Types lips parted, to turn his head but kept his hand up.
"Take this.....shit off! The get the hell out!"
Tharn lightly chuckled.
Type tensed.
"Do you really think......I will leave under that vulgarity....."
Type took a deep breathe in.
"Tharn........ Please....... Get out!"
Tharn gritted his teeth.
I..... Am despising that word.... Please..... I'll do anything for you when you.....
Tharn placed the container to the tray, to go to the ring to crumble.
Type took his hand away, to hang his head.
Tharn then stood, to eye.
"Knew..... You were going to ask..... But you need to know.... That was not my intention."
Type gripped the bedding.
"Tharn! Get the fuck out...... Please!"
Tharn rolled his eyes to grab his container to grab his shirt to place over his shoulder.
He then went to the door way to hesitate.
"Remember..... To go to your room."
Type turned his head to the side.
Tharn smirked to turn his head.
"Before I leave....... Did I take you to heaven?"
Type gritted his teeth, to move forward to grab a fork to throw while standing.
Tharn was quicker, he was able to leave and shut the door.
Type stood there fuming, hands balled in fists, staring in pure anger to the door while he saw the fork vibrate.
Turning, he flopped to the bed, to his back, to place his hands to his eyes.
"Fucking! Damn it! What the hell is wrong with me! Why does...... Having sex with that vampire have to be..... So.......god damn fantastic!"
Type moved his hands, to grit his teeth, looking up, to shake his head.
This is all your fault you disgusting vampire! Punishment or not, you went to far!
Damn it...... Why am I not more pissed at what happened but more mad at the ring and it shocked me when I tried to fed!
I.... Can't believe.... The vampire thinks I'm trying to kill him! If I was going to do that, I wouldn't have taken the job..... Not like...... There is anywhere for me to go....
Turning his head, his anger started to subside, getting up, he placed his arms behind him, to look down to the bed.
Last night really was....... Over the top...... Incredible...... Can't believe I came.....3 times....I really couldn't stop myself......
Type turned his head, to look forward at the tray with the food to sign.
This..... Can not.... Happen again..... Even if.... We started off on the wrong foot, he is still the one who turned you into this thing...... He lead you into getting an infection...... If he hadent boughten you, this never would have happened, however..... If my parents didn't find him or however this happened..... Would they still have done the same...... Could I be with..... Someone like that other vampire.......
Types eyes darted.
This vampire maybe a.......prick, asshole piece of shit but....... He did give you a choice to leave...... Does pay you.... Even if it's a bit..... Gave you a place to stay and food......
I know this situation sucks but....... It really could be worse......
Standing, type went to the tray to grab some food to consume.
I..... Need to start...... Thinking of this..... In a different way.... But..... One fact remains..... No more sex with that fucking vampire..... Even if...... It feels so good.....
Type turned his head to groan.
Knock it off!
Turning his head back, he kept eating.
Just breathe type, do not piss him off anymore and do not ask.......if he is true to his word, this will not happen again.
Type peered his eyes down to look to the floor confused.
He didn't understand why his heart started to sink.
Rolling his eyes, he was very ravenous. Upon eating everything, he went to the floor to pick up his shirt, to then place upon himself to go to his room. Hoping today the vampire would just leave him alone, even though the pull was wanting him to be near, type has always fought against it.