twisted creatures

what should i do?

Type looked to his ceiling, lost in thought. Just getting home, he was relieved his father was drunk in bed.
His eyes darted, brows furrowed.
Why would tao do that? It was against there code. You can not do such things unless there is consent.
Type was a bit happy that tharn had made him not like type like that anymore.
However, when something like that occurs your suppose to tell the pack leader. If type did he would have to also tell him of the vampire involvement.
Shaking, his head Type had to just let it go.
Something else started to weigh in his mind.
Tharn wanted type too meet him tomorrow at 8 for another go.
Should i? This is not going to end well for you. Things like this usually get out type.
Turning to his side he placed his arm under his head looking at his clock which read 130 in the morning.
Type took a deep inhale.
What should i do? He did... Save me. But type, you are having sex with someone first off is not your kind also not part of your pack. Why does he want you and not someone or something else?
He did say, you interest him but why? In the 300 years, i can't be the first werewolve he...
Type bit his bottom lip, eyes darted.
Type did want to go. An hour with the vampire made his mind wonder and he didn't think.
His home life and somewhat of his pack life were starting to make him drown. Type did not want to lose himself.
Tightly squeezing his eyes shut he needed to sleep. At 6 he had to wake to make breakfest.
The next morning type was half awake.
He tossed and turned all night long not sure on what he should do.
Making a quick breakfest he plated then went outside too fed the animals.
Thoughts swirled in his mind.
Should i go or not?
What would happen if i only left for an hour tonight?
Shaking his head Type had no clue what to do.
It was meaningless sex nothing more.
Well, if it was why couldn't the vampire find someone else why did it have to be him?
What would happen if type didn't go?
What would the vampire do then?
Would he just move on?
Would he find someone else?
Type froze looking at the pigs confused.
Why did that make you feel queasy?
Rolling his eyes he continued with his chores.
Somehow by lunch type had completed all his chores.
Every one was also fed and doing there own thing.
Type walked to his bed to flop down on his stomach, his head leaned to the side, eyes closed. He was exhausted.
Without realizing, type had fallen asleep.
Getting instantly up, he sat on his knees, head hung, rubbing the back of his head.
Taking his head back his eyes widen.
There was blood, he looked behind to see his father standing there with anger.
Type gulped.
"Its 630 type. Go make dinner!"
Type nodded looking down.
His father turned, swaying a bit, to leave.
Turning his body, he looked to the side at the bottle.
Type took a deep inhale.
Going to his bathroom he got a towel to whip the blood.
He shook his head.
Type placed his hands to either side of the sink looking down.
Why does he hate me so?
What is wrong with me that he does this?
Leaning his head to the side, he made up his mind about the vampire.
Turning, he left to go straight to the kitchen.
Making a large meal he plated. Then he kissed each of his sisters on the head. They ate happily.
His father grunted.
Type stood up to take his meal outside like normal, however he grabbed his coat and put on his shoes.
Outside, he ate has he walked.
Type wanted not to have a thought in his mind right now.
The vampire who was at that hotel could help him with that.
Walking, type kept his head hung eating slowly.
He didn't know if this would be a good idea or not. Type remembered that the vampire was just passing through town, so type needed to not get addicted to this.
Shaking his head. Just get there and stop thinking.
Finally getting to the hotel, type looked up at the sign with furrowed eye brows.
Type took a deep breathe and looked around sniffing the air. He was making sure not one of his pack members were anywhere close.
Not making out any scents type looked back to the sign.
Taking another deep breathe he walked in still.not sure if this was a good idea or not.
Standing outside the door, type chewed his inner cheek.
Should i be here? What will happen?
Should i let him bite me like before?
Should i allow him to go a second round?
Types eyes darted un sure.
Taking a long inhale He brought up his hand shakily.
Knocking, the door opened instantly.
Tharn eyed type then smiled.
Types eyes darted.
Tharn could tell he was over thinking this.
Leaning his body a bit to the side he opened the door for type to enter.
Type bit at his lip still looking at tharn.
Tharn leaned his head to the side of the door.
"Stop over thinking this pup. Just sex."
Type took a deep breathe in and stepped inside, taking off his shoes and jacket.
Tharn followed Type with his eyes with a smirk. Then He slowly shut the door.