I'm Not a Savior, I'm a Vampire (Jalex)

What The Actual Flaming Vegetable Fucking Hell

Two days. He's been gone for two fucking days.
That fucking dick had been acting all weird for a few days before he went missing, but now it's been two whole fucking days.

Jack angrily took a bite of his ice cream as he watched his favorite movie, Home Alone. His roommate had been gone a lot that week, leaving every night around the same time and returning later and later. As the days progressed, Alex, his roommate, returned more and more fucked up. He would always return with a messy mop of hair and a bars worth of alcohol on his clothes. Then, he would stumble into his room and pass out until the next night, when the cycle would repeat again.

Jack took another bite of his ice cream.
Alex hadn't returned when he left two nights ago. From the way Alex had been ignoring and avoiding him, Jack half expected him to just not come back at all. He used to always leave a text or at least some sign that he's not dying or kidnapped in a dirty club alley. 

In all honesty, Jack would not have cared as much if his girlfriend hadn't dumped him the night after Alex had started acting weird.
Funnily enough, Alex hadn't been much of a drinker until recently. Jack was a little worried that first night Alex had stumbled home drunk, but didn't really care the next night because his girlfriend had broken up with him. The night after, he was just pissed off when he watched Alex leave.

Call him a bit narcissistic or self absorbed, but he really wished Alex would've been there to talk to him when his girlfriend had broken up with him. Maybe even just asked if Jack had wanted to go with him to wherever he went. But nope.

Jack took yet another bite of his ice cream before setting the bowl on the coffee table. He had been eating too much ice cream over the past week. Much like a certain missing asshole who's been out at the club, drinking too much, if he even was out clubbing. Jack didn't know anymore.

The knob of the door crackled with the sound of a key turning the lock. Jack scrambled out of his cocoon of blankets as the front door swung open. A person who had obviously been leaning on the door fell to the floor.  The man groaned and the head full of brown hair that looked like it had been through a blender lifted itself off the floor.

"What the actual flaming vegetable fucking hell!?" Jack lifted himself off the couch and completely ignored his tub of sugary goodness "Like what the fuck dude. You just up and leave for two days without a word, and just come back piss-ass drunk?! What the fuck Alex!?"

Alex slowly lifted himself up, using the kitchen counter as leverage. In his drunken stupor, Alex's hand slipped, knocking over the stool.

"Alex, where the fuck did you go?"
"Jack just-" Alex's voice was slurred and wobbly. His voice hitched and Alex took a shaky breath, "-just shut the fuc' up please, for a second."
Jack bristled, "You can't just- oh my god." Jacks stopped to stare at the mess that Alex had all over his once white v-neck t-shirt. A metallic tang in the air was suddenly the only think Jack could smell. Alex looked like he raided a butchery. Crimson stained all around the right side of his neck and shoulder. The same crimson substance was dripping from his mouth as well. 
"Alex, what the fuck happened?" Jack reached over to Alex in alarm. There was blood, but from where?
Alex shrugged. "I don't know, Jack," Alex put his face in the crook of his elbow and groaned. "I'm tired. My head hurts. I feel like shit."                    
"You look like shit."                     
Alex glared at him. "I'm gonna take a nap."
"No. You're going to tell me where the hell you've been for two days."
"I told you already. I don't know. But I'd like to-" Alex stopped talking and hissed in pain as he reached for his head.
Jack took a step towards him, suddenly a bit concerned. "Hey, are you okay?"
"I'm fine," Alex snapped. "I'm going to take a-" Alex stopped and blinked a few times, looking around. His eyes couldn't seem to focus on anything.
Jack frowned at him. "Alex?" Alex flinched at the sound of his name and turned to look at Jack. He looked a bit lost. "Hey, dude, are you-" Jack stopped talking when Alex suddenly fell backwards. Jack barely managed to catch him before he hit the floor. Alex smelled like shit.

Jack gently set his friend down on the floor and kneeled down next to him. "What the fuck did you do to yourself?" Jack muttered as he placed his palm on Alex's sweltering cheek. Alex's breathing was unnaturally shallow, but it could be because he was unconscious. Jack frowned unsure and checked Alex's pulse, just to makes sure he was alive. Feeling Alex's steady heartbeat made him a little too relieved. He didn't know what he would of done if his heart wasn't beating. Jack contemplated calling an ambulance, but drunk people pass out all the time and Alex only seemed to have a light fever.    

Jack grabbed Alex under his arms and dragged his body over to the bathroom. With a grunt, he placed Alex in a semi-sitting position by the tub.
"Stop eating so much, you cereal munching motherfucker," Jack grumbled in annoyance. Jack turned the faucet on and waited until the water was at a comfortable temperature. Jack looked at Alex's ruined clothes with a sigh. "If you wake up, I'll kill you." He grabbed the bottom of Alex's stained shirt and tried to maneuver Alex's arms out of the shirt sleeves. Alex, while he seemed to be knocked the fuck out, groaned and shifted slightly as Jack had his arms under Alex's shoulders in attempt to remove the shirt. Jack screamed internally then paused. There were light purple bruises that mottled Alex's hip. Jack frowned and avoided the marks when he reached to unbutton Alex's jeans. He pulled at the pant leg, trying to shift the material down. He managed to shimmy the tight jeans off with difficulty.    

Now with Alex down to his boxers, Jack lifted Alex's legs and really quickly lifts him bridal style into the tub. The water was lukewarm and slowly turned pink and muddy. Jack grabbed a washcloth and gently scrubbed away the grime and blood. Jack gently brushed his hand near Alex's neck. The dark, dried blood was washed away to show a small, irritated looking welt.
"Looks like someone had some kinky sex recently,"  Jack muttered, rolling his eyes.

Jack started to drain the water and paused. "Goddammit, should I just leave him in his boxers? They're all wet..." Jack ran a hand through his hair. "Fuck it, I'm not his mom he can dress himself."

With difficulty, Jack managed to carry Alex to his room. Jack was lucky that the door was open and entered Alex's room. He stepped over clothes that were strewn across the floor, tripping slightly on a jacket. Jack fell forward with Alex's weight dragging him down, but he managed to clumsily place him as gently as he could on the bed in front of him while trying to catch himself before he crushed Alex.

Jack looked at Alex's dumb, naked body and threw a blanket that smelled like ass at his face. He was so done with all of this shit and now he could finally pass out on his bed. He face planted instantly onto his bed with only one thought on his mind, "Fuuuuuuuccccc-" Then he was out like a light.