"Give me a reason then." The boy demanded, eyes fuelled by a rage that was not unknown to him.
"What?" Emmett questioned.
"Give me a reason, tell me a lie, that contradicts to what you feel for me and I swear to you, I'd leave you alone."
"I don't feel anything for you." Emmett easily lied, ignoring the ache in his heart at his words.
"Not good enough."
Emmett lashed out, shaking with agony as he had never known as his voice quivered pathetically, "I look at you and I see my world-shattering into these despicable shards of audaciousness that reflect my only desires, otherwise deemed unworthy by the universe. This is what I truly feel for you."
"Is that what you really feel for me, darlin'?"
"Yes and don't call me that, my name is-"
"I don't care what your name is, just answer me." The boy vehemently interrupted, fiercely questioning him again.
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Can a broken boy find love in an ostracised world where gender roles and even sexual desire is shaped to suit the society?
Meet Emmett Anderson, an eighteen-year-old dreamer with high hopes for his future. When he is kicked out of his home by his aristocratic parents for being different and gay, his life has never been so tough. Whilst searching for a place to crash in, he has to temporarily take refuge in an abandoned park and that is when he meets an enigmatic, nameless stranger. Things heat up when they both start to become closer to one another, but there is still so much that Emmett is unable to comprehend about the aforementioned boy. Join him on the most enthralling journey of his life mingled with pride, indiscrimination, lies, danger, a bit of an adventure, with undulated romance to the admixture.
"What I was going to say was selfish..." He mumbled. I edge closer to him until my hand slowly cradled his cheek. Tilting his head up to look at me.
"Please let me know what it was." I beg him pathetically. He begins to chew his lip and that's when I knew he was nervous. Nervous about what? I'm not exactly sure.
"With everything I said...I was going to say at the same time...never...leave me." He confessed painfully almost. That's when I lost all sense of control and pressed my lips onto his.
Kissing him with all my strength and all the built up desire that's accumulated. I continued to kiss him until at some point my tongue made it's way into his mouth. Tasting a sweet flavor that I've never encountered.
As I got deeper in the kissing I feel myself fly back into a tree. Slammed against it that I felt myself lose my breath.
Trying to catch it, I look up at Achille. His eyes were now a crimson red that intrigued me. He shook his head and suddenly he was gone in a blur. Confused, I stood as I had to pop my back from the hard hit into the tree.
Looking in the direction Achille ran off, I knew I couldn't see him because it'd be a blur. Always thought it was fascinating how when he runs you can't see it. Being a vampire must be...fascinating. Yet he makes it out to be hell.
I can't understand that kind of complicity of being a vampire and the issues. I get it, they drink blood. Though there's multiple things beside humans that offer blood!
He acts like it's so horrific. I would love to know what it felt like for a day. Just one day...