Blood Sucker | MxM | Vampire Romance [COMPLETED DRAFT]

1.2

At some point, my world stops all of a sudden and starts anew. As if someone's removed a curtain from my eyes and I can finally see again. My head is throbbing with increasing intensity.

Groaning, I lift a hand to it, squeezing my eyes shut tightly. I'm on my back, lying on something hard and cold. Slowly, I sit up and open my eyes again, though carefully. It's a cell. I've been locked up.

Dael's sitting on a chair behind the bars, eyeing me warily.

„You're awake?" he asks quietly and I grunt in response, still feeling out of place. Besides, I have no desire to talk to him because I doubt I'll ever forget that excruciating pain. The memory makes me shiver and I swallow hard, my throat suddenly dry. I'm thirsty. So thirsty.

My jaw tingles pleasantly and I curl my lips back at the sensation. It's good. So good. And I know with certainty that it'll be even better the moment I sink my fangs into someone's flesh.

I jump backwards with a start, hitting the cold stone wall with a force that resonates throughout my body. Panting, I press myself harder against it as if that could keep these feral urges in check. My gaze jerks up as Dael enters the cell, carefully closing the door behind himself.

He's carrying a blue drinking bottle that gives off a really distinctive smell. I sniff, my mouth watering instantly. When he throws it at me, I catch it eagerly, pulling the mouthpiece upwards with my teeth before devouring the thick blood inside.

But I'm still hungry. I want more of it, so much more.

Shivering, I drop to my knees, clutching at the bottle while I stare at it in disbelief. Just now, I drank someone's blood without a second thought. Saying that I feel disgusted with myself is an understatement of tremendous magnitude.

No. That's a lie. I want to feel that way, desperately, but I don't really care.

Blood.

"Please get out," I say flatly. "I can't bear being around you right now."

"So you've decided to sulk now?" he scoffs, causing me to look up at him with a start, my jaw tense with anger. "I saved your life."

"I really don't want to get into that argument right now," I stress, my lips curling back into a snarl instinctively. He chuckles dryly.

"No, you're just going to bare your fangs at me. Really? Don't get cocky."

"Dael, shut the fuck up!" I snap, my fingers clenching around the bottle so hard the thick plastic gives in easily. Grimacing, I toss it aside. Dael crosses his arms in front of his chest, looking as smug as ever.

"At least you're energetic. Guess I fed you well during your transition."

"Shut the fuck up!" I scream at him, already jumping towards him with incredible speed. It startles me, though not as much as the strength with which he punches the side of my head. Suddenly, I'm flying to the side, then crash into the hard stones, sending small bits of them tumbling aside as they crumble at the impact. My hunger flares up strongly.

"Told you not to get cocky, didn't I?" he asks casually while I crawl to my knees, still reeling from the hit. I don't know what was worse. The stones or his hand. Sighing, he crouches down in front of me, a soft smile on his lips. "Really, now, don't look so angry. I didn't leave your side for even a second."

"Dael, that's not what this is about," I grumble, my eyes searching for that bottle. When they find it, I can't do anything but stare at it, my mind filled with the bittersweet taste. It's not even the fact it's so freaking delicious that makes me crave it. It's just that drinking feels so, so good.