The Vampire's Last Omega

Fat Man's Misery

The glow stick was orange. More than twelve hours had passed. If the fires didn't destroy the caves, Blaise surely would. It was hell trying to weave their way out with all the damage. He climbed, crawled, kicked, and punched through boulders when all the above was not possible. Every entrance Lucas recommended collapsed, forcing them to go deeper than anticipated.

"I hate it. I hate it so much. What sort of place is this? Filthy, cold, foul, BLEH! Why is it so tight?" he grumbled to himself.

The spacious hallway eventually narrowed. Narrowed some more. Narrowed again. Now, the walkway was so narrow that his hips could barely get through. His arms scraped against the rocky sides, forearms now bleeding. He could not avoid it with his sleeping virtue riding on his back. Blaise delicately walked through the forsaken area so Lucas's body wouldn't get injured, too. Who knew what sort of vile diseases lingered on these walls left behind by feral humans?

"Fat Man's Misery," Lucas whispered.

"Excuse me? What did you just call me?"

"No...Fat Man's Misery...it's the name of...this part."

The pheromones just had to zigzag through here! Blaise scoffed, "How convenient."

Maybe once upon a freaking time, it was a nice place to tour. The remnants of Mammoth Caves being a national park were still present. Broken lights strung in the corners between ceiling and wall, unreadable signs that once had directions on them, rickety bridges, patched walkways, and occasional rotten benches. They were never removed from the hundreds of years of human survivors hiding within the darkness.

How could anyone thrive?

They couldn't. No one could.

Blaise, being ignorant of the desperate ways mortals endured to avoid being captured, felt a disgusting emotion he hadn't felt in a long time.

Guilt.

When the feeling gnawed his insides, it only reminded him of the bloodbath he had caused, killing village after village of lustful sinners; because to Lust, everyone's soul deserved some sort of punishment. He would forever be indebted to Kieran for intervening before Mother did. Getting into bed with alphas numbed the guilt for years, inhibiting his inner sin's true nature. Seeing how Lucas lived since puphood only returned the remorse that he was partially responsible for helping Abaddon run Avania.

And for him to sense guilt again and Lust getting stronger...

I seriously need a good fuck for a few days.

The passageway opened into a mid-sized chamber with several rows of long, rusty benches. It might have been utilized for resting during the tours. Maybe there used to be a snack bar priced astronomically to scam visitors out of their money-

A startling realization occurred to Blaise. Snacks. Food. Personally, he was fine. His species could live much longer without sustenance. Lucas, on the other hand, was a mere mortal who required three hearty meals a day.

"Are you hungry?" Blaise asked.

"..."

He wiggled to wake him up. It was getting more difficult to do so after the glow stick turned bright orange.

Lucas weakly turned his head the other way, eyes remaining closed. "Hmm?"

"You need to eat."

"Not...hungry."

"I don't care. You should also drink water. Did you guys have food supplies anywhere besides the entrances? For emergencies?"

"Maybe in the...Great Relief Hall."