The Vampire's Last Omega

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"What are you doing?" Blaise asked, following his human closely.

Lucas looked around with only a glow stick to guide him. There were several rocks in the way of what used to be a clear path. He fumbled between them.

We don't have time to dilly-dally all freaking day!

"I just...want to check...something," he croaked, unable to push a boulder bigger than he was. Ugh, this was painful to watch!

Blaise rolled his eyes and kicked the damned thing over. It rolled away like a soccer ball. "What could be so important that-," pausing when seeing sparkling colors in the dark.

Pheromones.

They were old, but the three different shades of purple were so familiar. There was a lot more surrounding this side of the cave with random people-sized pits in the wall.

Then it clicked. With the amount of other colors Blaise saw along the entrances, he assumed Lucas's old pack slept and did the nasty in these forsaken glory holes. He scrunched his nose from the cringe, in disbelief that humans had really lived in them. When they wanted to move out, did they just buy a new hole? Trade? Use dominance to claim someone else's?

Lucas wiped off the layer of spiderwebs covering one particular hole, faintly glistening with purple pheromones. This must have been his prior dwelling. He went in.

Blaise gave him privacy and waited outside. After a while, he hollered, "Let's roll!"

No answer.

"Lasagna."

Silence. He went over and leaned into the dark space. The glow stick provided enough light that he could see the confined area with night vision. There was nothing inside except a collapsed mortal on the frigid ground. Lucas gripped his green tube tightly and whispered, "Cold."

Blaise stooped and rushed in, brushing Lucas's bangs off of his damp forehead. "You're freezing now," he sighed. "What happened to your fever? I need to find you a blanket. Did these humans even use them?"

He ran to different cubby holes in search of something warm to cover Lucas in. Most of it was random shit and antiques. A short-sleeved shirt wasn't enough down here. Since they'd have no choice but to go deeper, the temperature would soon be equivalent to winter.

Almost giving up when he couldn't find anything that would suffice, Blaise eyed a pile in a corner. At the bottom was a handmade rabbit fur coat...thing.

It must have been in storage for a while. Months? Years? When he picked it up, dust and dirt wafted everywhere. The number of bad words Blaise cursed as he coughed would make a sailor blush.

I'll buy you the best quality coat on the market. It's pure cruelty to wear this!

When Blaise returned, he slowly sat Lucas up to put on the disgusting jacket. It had a funky smell. He gagged.

"Gone. All gone," Lucas mumbled.

"What's gone, love?" Blaise asked and buttoned the center.

"My...stuff. Bed. Parent's clothes. Supplies."

"Seems like the pack ransacked your home. They probably thought you were dead."

"..."

"I'm sorry, but we must go. We need to find my brother. More importantly, your life is hanging on by a thread." Blaise shoved the extra glow sticks into his pocket. He squatted and delicately hoisted Lucas onto his back to carry him. "I do not want to think of the outcome if we miss our flight. If it gets to that point, maybe I could turn you into a vampire. Of course, if you would let me-"