Nightcall [WenZhou]

5. I Have A Reason

Warning: This chapter includes self-mutilation for vampire purposes (?), read at your own risk!

Zhou Zishu only stepped closer, so close to him that they were barely inches apart. He slowly grabbed Wen Kexing's hand, forcefully removing it away from his face to reveal two, long, white, shiny, sharp fangs.

"You really are a vampire..." were Zhou Zishu's only words.

Wen Kexing turned his face away; and he seemed like he was fighting an inner battle, "A-Xu... leave now..." He breathed heavily, "I can't control myself." He bit his own wrist to restrict his fangs.

Zhou Zishu didn't move, "you already are." He said stubbornly. 

Wen Kexing removed his wrist from his mouth and looked at Zhou Zishu, "I can't..." He approached him, "I can't control it..." His eyes blazing red, redder than Zhou Zishu had ever seen. "Your blood smells so good..." His eyes moved to Zhou Zishu's open wound.

Zhou Zishu finally took a step back, "Lao Wen..."

"A-Xu..." His voice was deep, threatening, almost scary; "how about one sip...?" He stepped forward, his long pale cold fingers now slithering around A-Xu's neck, "So warm... so tempting..."

Zhou Zishu felt like a lamb in a wolf's den. He didn't dare move; swallowing nervously, his Adam's apple moving against Wen Kexing's hand, "Lao Wen... don't..." He had never seen Wen Kexing in such state before, he looked dark and dangerous. He had to admit to himself that he was dangerous, this was dangerous, not scary, just dangerous.

Wen Kexing roughly moved Zhou Zishu's head sideways, "Don't resist and it won't hurt..." He smiled, his fangs reflecting the lanterns, "Just a teeny tiny bit..." He grabbed his wrists, squeezing tightly, he pinned him onto the table, knocking the remaining glass and silverware onto the floor. "Please don't scream..." He bent down into Zhou Zishu's neck, "please don't be afraid... it will just hurt a bit..."

Zhou Zishu's body shivered at Wen Kexing's cold breath, but he didn't try to struggle away from his grip, he just stared at the glass ceiling, "Lao Wen..." There must be another way, he thought. "If you want my blood I can give it to you..." He said, "but don't bite me, let me go."

And it was like his words slapped Wen Kexing out of his bloodthirst spasm, "What?" he jolted away from Zhou Zishu, his eyes back to normal, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." He retracted his fangs, slamming his forehead with his palm, "I'm horrible..." he babbled to himself, "I ruin everything... I'm horrible... I ruin everything..."

Zhou Zishu sat up, rubbing his now bruised wrists, "I said if you want I can give you my blood. It doesn't have to be against my will."

Wen Kexing ignored Zhou Zishu's words, he hysterically paced around himself, gripping the back of his head so hard that his skull was about to break, "I'm sorry, I ruined everything, I'm sorry..." He looked at Zhou Zishu, examining him carefully, "did I hurt you?" he glanced at his wrists, "I hurt you! Again! I can't do anything right..." He continued to pace.

"Can you calm down?" Zhou Zishu's words were steady. "I'm fine, I'm not hurt."

"You need to leave before I lose it again," Wen Kexing broke the wooden chair, "I must not lose control again..." He dismantled the chair leg, "You must leave now..." He shoved the wooden chair leg into his stomach, "Leave... now..." He winced.

"What the hell are you doing?!?!?!" Zhou Zishu rushed to remove the wooden piece from his stomach, "Are you crazy or dumb?!"

"I'm telling you to leave..." Wen Kexing fell back onto the floor, "this... will... keep me... under control..." He panted and winced with every word.