"Oh hell no." He tried to push himself away again but it had even less effective than before. I saved you, sired you, and now you're mine to keep," he replied with such complete and utter certainty that Akihito felt sick. His head was starting to throb again and his limbs trembled as he felt weaker by the moment.
"Why the fuck do you keep calling me that?" Akihito tried to push himself away but he was too weak to escape the hold. He pulled him right up against his chest and cradled him like a kid needing comfort. He shuddered at the contact and tried to pull away but the vampire wasn't having it. I did you a favour." The vampire reached out a hand and ran it through Akihito's hair like he was some favoured pet. Reckon you would have died before you made it to the hospital. I found you passed out on the street with alcohol poisoning. He grabbed the vampire's collar and tried to shake him but his body was weak and he ended up just clutching onto him for support instead. "WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU TURN ME?" Akihito bellowed. "Vampire." The man flashed him a glimpse of his long pointed fangs as he leaned way too far into Akihito's personal space. Oh fuck, please don't let that mean what he thought it meant. "Turn?" Akihito questioned, mind still whirling. You need to finish that up or your turn won't go so smoothly."
He brought his hands up in horror as he gagged, stomach roiling. There was a hint of something metallic lingering and it was sweeter than water. Now that he was looking for it, Akihito could pick out the different taste in his mouth compared to his memories of water. But it begged the question why it felt so good on his tongue and why it tasted the like the clearest of waters. Where was that metallic tang? He had tasted his own blood before and it certainly didn't taste like that. "Hey now," the man scolded as he moved closer, "that's a waste of prime blood."Īkihito blinked, his mind reeling in shock. He threw the mug across the room in surprise. How the hell had he ever thought it was water? What was in this? Holy water? Having downed nearly the entire cup already, Akihito pulled back to peer inside and gasped. The splitting headache dulled at once and even his limbs stopped trembling.
Never had something tasted so fucking good as this did right now. He gulped down the liquid and nearly moaned at the taste. He can curse his drunk self later the man might creep him out with that awful leer but at least he was considerate. "Hey cutie, wow you look even better awake." He held out a cup and Akihito accepted it gratefully. "Wha-?" Akihito croaked on the word as his dry throat screamed its need for water. That had certainly been a pleasant wake up call. In fact, he had only ever drunkenly gone home with one person and the man had been cut like a god. It meant that if his drunk ass escaped from his friends, he very rarely made stupid decisions about taking people home or going home with them. His friends thought it was hilarious but Akihito was actually relieved. It was like the opposite of the coke bottle glasses. In fact, drunk Akihito had higher standards than sober Akihito. Shit, had he really gone home with that? He liked guys, sure, but even drunk Akihito had standards. Who the hell was this guy? He looked skeevy as fuck.
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He leered over at Akihito and his skin crawled. He was tall and fit with greasy black hair and a goatee. He winced as his head throbbed in time with the bedroom door opening and he idly wondered how much he drank to feel this level of death.Ī man stepped through the doorway and his vision swum as he squinted, trying to take him in. His memories got fuzzier and fuzzier until he blanked out about halfway through their evening. Shit, he didn't go home with anyone, did he? Akihito wracked his brain but all he could remember about last night was going out with his friends to one tacky club after another. He sat on a rather comfy bed and the room would look like most of the world's barring the tacky pin-up posters of males and females alike that hid the walls. With a sigh of defeat, he sat up and looked around the room to get his bearings. Closing his eyes, he tried to will himself back into the comforting oblivion of sleep but he was stuck awake with a killer headache and his entire body throbbed. Honestly, he would prefer unconsciousness to this. Akihito clutched his head and groaned as he came around.
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