Warnings - Violence, derogatory language.
Anders had started noticing the changes in Mitchell two weeks ago. They had gone a bar one night for the first time in a long time and Mitchell had gone to get them another round of drinks. Only he didn't come back for twenty minutes and by that stage Anders had had enough. He headed towards the bar in search of his wayward lover, only to find him sitting at the counter with his arm slung around another man.
"Well it's nice to see you're enjoying yourself. Didn't think to text me and let me know you found someone else?" Anders asked angrily.
"Oh hey Anders! This is Pietro, an old mate of mine from Bristol." Mitchell said happily as he hugged the man tighter. "No need to be so grumpy." He added, pinching the Gods cheek.
Anders slapped Mitchell's hand away. "Yeah well I'm happy for you. I'm going home." He hissed, turning on his heel and stalking off, not missing Mitchell's mutter of "whatever."
Things only escalated from there, Mitchell's erratic behaviour at the beginning had startled and worried him, but three days in he'd had enough. Mitchell had stopped coming home in the evenings, only to crawl into bed around five in the morning and immediately wake the God when he tried to cuddle up to him. Anders would leave the room without a word, getting ready to go into work early with Mitchell on the other side of the bathroom door asking why he kept running away, Anders telling him he had too much work and needed to get a head start. And Anders certainly didn't fail to notice the blood stained clothing left in the bathroom every night.
Things began to get worse, every little thing Anders said escalated into an argument ending with one of them (generally Mitchell) storming out. It was exactly one week after Mitchell's attitude change that the struggling couple hit one of their all-time lows. Anders had had a hard day at the office, having gone in at four am to escape the returning vampire and had ended up staying there until ten at night to meet three different contract deadlines. He opened the door, half asleep and surprised he'd gotten home safely at all only to find an incredibly drunk Mitchell draped across the back of the sofa, humming Gin Wigmore's 'Oh My' off key. The moment Mitchell laid eyes on Anders he rolled off the back of the couch and scrambled to his feet.
"Anders!" He cheered happily, only to have his face immediately cloud over in anger. "You kept me waiting. I hate being kept waiting." He growled.
"Whatever Mitchell. I've had a long day and I don't want to put up with your shit tonight. Go away and be drunk with whoever you've been spending time with lately, I'm not interested." Anders replied wearily as he turned to the kitchen.
To his surprise Mitchell grabbed his arm and yanked him around, his lips pulled into a snarl. "You don't get to fucking dismiss me you selfish prick. I want blood, your blood and I'm going to be buried deep inside you when I get it."
Anders struggled, trying to break the vice like grip Mitchell had on his arm. "You're getting fuck-all from me. Let. Me. GO!"
Mitchell back handed him across the face with his free hand, sending Anders reeling and looking at the vampire in shock. Mitchell lunged at him, trying to yank his trousers down and rip his shirt and tie off all at the same time. The God was terrified, he didn't know what was wrong with Mitchell but he knew if he didn't stop the vampire their coupling would be anything but consensual. Not knowing what else to do he resorted to his martial arts skills by kicking Mitchell in the crotch, slamming his knee into his stomach as the vampire curled in pain and jabbing at his throat before delivering a strong right hook.
Mitchell hit the floor cursing in between heaving coughs, and Anders scrambled for his bag, keys and phone before racing out the door, taking off in his car without pause. The moment he entered his office he collapsed on the couch, trembling and barely holding himself together with only one thought passing through his panicking mind, Mitchell tried to rape me.
The next day he thought he'd stepped into hell. He'd gone home when Mitchell was meant to be at work to pack several bags. He needed to get away; he couldn't stay here with the monster that his lover had become. When he entered he found Mitchell fast asleep in bed and hovered in the doorway, unsure of what to do. He didn't want to be in the same room as the slumbering brunet but at the same time he needed more than the clothes he had on his back.
He took a deep breath and began moving quietly through his bedroom, pulling out a suitcase and quietly loading in his clothes, phone charger, scrap book and anything else he might need for an extended separation. It was as he zipped up his suitcase that Mitchell stirred.
"Hey babe I didn't hear you come home." The brunet hummed as he rubbed a hand across his eyes.
"Yeah, I uh, I didn't want to wake you. You looked pretty peaceful." Anders lied, barely able to keep the waver out of his voice.
Mitchell opened his eyes and gave him a soft smile. He looked away, his heart clenching at the sight. There was the man he'd fallen for; he still existed so why had he been acting so different the last week?
"Are you going somewhere?" Mitchell asked slowly, his voice wavering slightly with confusion as he spotted the suitcase.
Anders closed his eyes briefly before turning to Mitchell with a false smile on his face. "Yeah, I'm meeting with a potential client out of town for a few days. I'm not sure how long it will take but it'll be easier if I stay there."
"But, you're going to leave me alone? Can't I come with you?" He asked hopefully, rolling out of bed to approach him.
Anders tensed, trying to school his features from tense to fondness. "You can't. I need all my concentration for this and you'll no doubt be a distraction."
Mitchell pouted before draping himself over the God. He nuzzled his face into the crook of Anders neck and placed a soft kiss over his pulse. This was his Mitchell, the one who loved him unconditionally and treated him like an equal, not the one who treated him like he was a belonging. And despite the attention Anders couldn't help but wonder at how long it would take for his Mitchell to disappear to become the cold-hearted beast he'd seen the night before.
"I'll miss you." Mitchell sighed.
"I'll miss you too." Anders replied, tentatively running a hand down the vampires back. At that moment Mitchell's phone rang and Anders took that as his cue to take the suitcase out to the car. He walked back inside, feeling he at least owed Mitchell a goodbye kiss before he disappeared for who knew how long. He entered the bedroom again only to find the vampire standing in the middle of the room, hands hanging limply at his side.
"Mitchell?" He asked slowly.
Mitchell turned to him and he felt his heart race in fear. Mitchell's eyes were pitch black and his fangs were visible when he snarled at the God.
"Oh God" Anders choked out, reversing quickly down the hallway. Mitchell leapt at him, grabbing him around the throat and dragging him closer.
"God won't save you now. You're not going anywhere." Mitchell snarled.
Anders looked defiantly at him. "I don't know what the hell has gotten into you but I don't want any part of it. You and me, we're over."
Mitchell let out a hiss, pulling Anders closer so they were sharing the same air. "You can't leave me."
"Watch me."
Anders used the exact same moves on the vampire as he had the night before, and to his surprise they worked again. In fact Mitchell's lack of reaction was as though Anders had never used them just twelve hours prior. The moment Mitchell loosened his hold Anders kicked out at the vampire, striking him in the side of the head and racing for the door, practically flying down the stairs and into his car. He took off, one hand wrapped around his throat as a sob tore free. He had no idea where he was going; all he knew was that he could never go home.
When he stopped the car and looked around he realised he'd arrived at Ty's house. Not knowing who else to turn to, he got out and walked to the front door. It was the weekend so it was likely Dawn would be there too, and he realised it was her comfort more than anyone else's that he needed right then.
He knocked on the door, trying unsuccessfully to stop his trembling while he waited. The door opened but Dawn was looking over her shoulder back into the house. She turned her head, the smile falling into a look of shock the moment she laid eyes on her boss.
"Anders..." She whispered, hand covering her mouth as she took in his appearance.
"Hey Dawn." He rasped in reply "can I come in?"
Wordlessly and with tears in her eyes she grabbed his arm and pulled him inside, and as they moved down the hallway he caught sight of his reflection in the mirror. A large red mark on his neck, a purpling bruise on his cheek bone and blood shot eyes were the culprits for giving away the state he was in.
Dawn dragged him to the spare room and sat him down, disappearing momentarily but not before wrapping him in a tight hug and placing a gentle kiss on his forehead. He could hear muffled voices in the next room before Dawn, closely followed by Ty entered the room.
"Shit Anders. What the hell happened to you?" Ty asked aghast, freezing to stare at the state of his older brother.
Anders took a sip of the orange juice Dawn had handed him before answering. "Mitchell" was all he was able to say, closing his eyes against the fresh wave of pain the vampires betrayal brought.
Ty dropped to his knees in front of his brother, clasping the back of his neck gently. "What do you mean Mitchell? What happened?"
In a dead voice Anders told them everything, starting from the night at the bar, to the disappearing acts, the bloodied clothing, the arguments and everything that had happened the night before and earlier. When Anders finished Dawn wrapped her arms around him and refused to let him go, and even Ty held him as he tried to work through the shock of his friend's personality change and betrayal.
Despite his best efforts Anders broke down, sobbing silently at the gaping hole now in his chest. He'd been so nervous about entering the relationship, not wanting to give his heart away to the only one who seemed to care, fearful of having it broken like his family had done to him so long ago. But Mitchell had stayed loyal; slowly winning him over and helping him become the version of himself he had buried under drugs, alcohol and sex. And that had only served to leave him wide open for devastation. He'd never make that mistake again.
After several minutes Anders stood up, breaking away from the two and rubbing at his face. "I just... I just don't get it! Everything was fine up until that night!" He covered his face with his hands. "I just don't understand what I did." He whispered brokenly.
"I'm not sure it's anything to do with you Ands. Mitchell loves you, the love you two have - uh had for each other, that doesn't just change overnight. I'd put my money on that friend of his, maybe he has something to do with this."
"I doubt it Ty, maybe this is the universes way of telling me that I'm destined to be alone, that happiness isn't something I deserve."
Dawn stood abruptly and grabbed his face in her hands angrily. "Don't you dare say that! You two were made for each other and you can't give up on what you had, not yet."
"We can't go back to what we had Dawn, and even if he tried he'd have to have a bloody good explanation about what he's done. I'm terrified of looking at him let alone anything else."
Dawn sighed; she'd never seen her boss, her friend looking so broken. It killed her to see how tired and small he'd become. "Why don't you lie down, your exhausted and from what you've just told us you haven't been sleeping properly for a week."
Anders was about to object but the look Ty and Dawn gave him made him sigh in defeat.
"You said your bags were in the car?" At Anders nod Ty continued. "Right, I'll get them and you try to get some sleep, I'll wake you for lunch ok?"
Anders nodded again so Ty and Dawn left the room, Dawn pausing to give him another hug which made the God chuckle weakly.
"We're here for you." She murmured in his ear, smiling when he returned the hug tentatively. The pair made their way to the living room and sat down, the air thick with tension.
"Nothing about this sounds right, sounds like Mitchell." Dawn said finally.
"I know. I need to talk to him and find out what the hell is going on."
"No, not while he's acting the way he is it's too dangerous. Besides, Anders said he has no idea where he goes every night."
"He might not, but we know someone who will." Ty responded, already formulating a plan.
Whilst Dawn kept Anders occupied with a campaign for a new client Ty met Mike at the bar. After telling Mike what had happened, endured ten minutes of yelling, swearing and repeated 'I told him this would happen' Mike agreed to help his brother, not just because he wanted to help Ty but because he wanted to kill the vampire who had dared to lay a finger on his little brother.
Later that night after much planning Ty and Mike used Ullr to track the Vampire down. They found themselves at a busy bar in downtown Auckland and the pair looked around before spotting Mitchell and his companions at a corner table partially hidden in the dark. Mitchell was sitting with two other men, an older blond and a brunet who looked to be the same age as Mitchell, and all three of them had a beautiful woman perched on their laps. There were a couple of other women sat opposite them, and all of them were talking and laughing as though they were good friends. Mike bristled when Mitchell made out with the blond sitting on his lap, Ty having to restrain him and hiss in his ear "we're here to find out who they are, not to confront them!"
Luckily for them Mitchell was side on to the rest of the bar so they were able to slip into a table close behind him without him spotting them, and they kept their backs to him just to be safe. Once they sat down Mike closed his eyes, using the God of the hunts increased hearing to try and hear what they were saying that could give them clues as to the vampires changed behaviour.
An hour later Ty and Mike left the bar; Mike remaining silent the whole drive back to Ty's where Anders and Dawn were up watching The Hobbit, the day's work lying abandoned on the table. When Anders looked away from the TV and saw Mike walk through the door his emotions moved from confused to angry quickly.
"Why the fuck did you involve him Ty?!" He asked, feeling betrayed for the second time that day.
Ty raised his hands "Mike is the only one of us who could track Mitchell down Ands, and we didn't confront him before you ask." He added hastily to cut his brother off.
"Anders, I can understand why you wouldn't want to say anything about this to me, and I'm not going to say 'I told you so' because as tempting as it is I have to agree with Ty, something's not right. Mitchell's attitude to you can't have just changed."
Anders looked at Mike as though he was trying to judge the honesty of his brother. "So you found him?" he asked eventually.
Ty and Mike sat down on the coffee table in front of Anders and Dawn. "Yeah we did, and he wasn't alone." Ty said hesitantly.
"He was with a group Anders." Mike said quietly. "Two males and about five females, they were all pretty cosy." He paused, watching Anders reaction as the information sunk in.
Anders looked at Mike without a trace of emotion, worrying the other three immensely. "Is that all?" He asked.
"No. I've been working on Ullr, trying to use him for things other than games and I've found that when tracking it's not just my sense of where someone is that increases but also my smell and hearing. There was quite a bit of noise at the bar and I'm relatively new to using this but I was able to pick up a few things."
Mike rattled off the bits of conversation that he'd heard as well as the names mentioned. "I think one may have been Peter and the other might have been Carrek? Or Herrick? I'm not sure, but he was blond and sounded kinda nasally."
Anders felt his jaw go slack. "Oh God," he gasped as he jumped to his feet and clutched at his head "Herrick, he's here?!"
"Who is he?"
"He's the one who turned Mitchell into a vampire, the one that Mitchell ran from nine months ago to try be free of him!"
"I'm so sorry Ands but the way they were all acting makes me believe he might be rethinking his decision to leave this Herrick guy." Ty said sadly.
"Yeah well it's not the only thing he's changed his mind on apparently." Anders replied angrily. He rubbed a hand over his face before looking at Ty and Dawn. "Any chance I can stay here for a while? Just until I can get the rest of my stuff and find my own place."
"So that's it then? It's really over?" Dawn asked sadly.
"It was over the moment he let Herrick back into his life. I don't want him in my life ever again. I can't handle it." Anders replied softly.
"You can stay as long as you like Ands, and I don't want you going to the office, either of you." Ty said looking between Dawn and his brother. "You call your clients and tell them you're working from home and will find a place to have appointments, I don't care what you tell them but I won't let you go back to the office, not when I've seen how unstable he is."
Anders and Dawn nodded reluctantly before Anders said good night, leaving the three to sit there in saddened silence. And unknowingly to anyone but herself Dawn wept quietly in bed for the destroyed love and faith Anders had gained over the last nine months, and knowing that the person he had become since finding love had died.
The rest of that week had passed slowly. Dawn had gone in the next morning to gather all their client information and anything else they would need, calling their clients to inform them of the temporary office shift to Ty's home. Anders had become just a shell of who he had been, barely sleeping longer than a couple of hours and working himself to the point he'd collapse as he'd forget to eat. He hadn't once mentioned drugs or alcohol because not only had Ty banned them from his home, but because he wanted to suffer, to punish himself for thinking he deserved happiness. And it took several days for them to figure out what he was doing before unsuccessfully trying to stop his self-destructive behaviour.
To Ty's annoyance and Anders pain Mitchell started seeking Ty out after hundreds of ignored texts and pleading phone calls to Anders. He first tried to get information by text, then unanswered phone calls until finally one day Ty had been out for a run and almost collided with the vampire.
Mitchell grabbed Ty's arm, tightening his grip and pulling him so they were face to face. "Ty! There you are why have you been ignoring my texts? I can't find Anders anywhere and I'm really worried."
Ty pried the hand off his arm and glared at the vampire. "Don't you dare pretend to care about him, especially after what you did! You'll never see my brother again!" He hissed.
Mitchell took a step back as though he'd been slapped. "What the hell are you talking about? I haven't seen him for almost two weeks! And I certainly haven't done anything to him!"
Ty frowned suddenly, looking at the vampire intently. The look on Mitchell's face appeared to be genuine surprise and hurt, expressions and words that didn't suit what Anders had told him or what he'd witnessed himself.
"Please Ty I have no idea what you're talking about." Mitchell begged, tears appearing in his eyes as he looked at the God desperately.
Ty deflated slightly in the face of his friends' pain. "If you want answers you should talk to your friend Herrick, or perhaps the blond bimbo you had your tongue wrapped around a few days back." He said as he went to walk away. Before he started running again he turned back to the confused and hurt vampire. "As for Anders? He's alive, but that's the only good thing I can say." And with that he took off without waiting for a reply.
And that's how everything came to a head that night. Anders had been with a client later than anticipated so Ty hadn't been able to tell him of his encounter before he and Dawn went out for the night. It was 9pm by the time Anders got back, forcing himself to sit down to reheat last night's leftovers. As he was eating his phone rang with an unknown number.
"Hello?" He asked with a frown.
"Anders! How lovely to talk to you again!" A nasally voice drawled.
Anders dropped his fork with a clatter. "Herrick?!" He asked in disbelief. "How'd you get this number?"
"From a vampire you might know."
"I don't have anything to do with him anymore."
"Yet apparently it's not mutual. You, Anders Johnson are becoming an incredible pain in my ass -"
"Maybe it's the wooden stake I shoved up there."
"Ooh feisty! I can see why Mitchell likes you."
"Well it's probably the only thing about me he likes considering what he did, that and the fact he's with you again."
There was a loud laugh that rang through the line before stopping abruptly. "Aw little Anders, do you really think Mitchell's with me willingly? That bastard has no idea what's happening half the time, the drugs I've created make sure of that. Everything he does is unwillingly but because of you, his feelings for you are beginning to break through the haze that he's in and I can't have that."
"You've been... How long have you been drugging him?!"
"Everything starts with a drink."
"The bar." Anders breathed, now standing in the middle of the kitchen in disbelief. "This is all because of you."
"Give the man a prize!"
"I'm going to make you pay for this you bastard, and I'm going to make sure you suffer until your begging me to end it." Anders hissed, ending the call. It took him a spilt second to decide what to do before he snatched up his jacket and keys and sprinted out the door, only one destination in mind.
In his hotel room Herrick sat on his bed. "We'll see about that." He chuckled, making another phone call.
Anders stood in front of his apartment for the first time in a week. It was a Saturday night so all his neighbours would be out partying, hopefully no one being home wouldn't be a bad thing. Anders hurried to his door, letting himself in before locking it behind him and noticed that the stereo was blasting in the background. He walked into the lounge and there he was, Mitchell standing in the middle of the living room floor unmoving save for the slow rising and falling of his chest. If the vampire had been drugged as Herrick had said, then he had to try and get him to snap out of it, save him before he was lost to Anders forever.
"Mitchell?" He asked hesitantly as he moved closer. "Mitchell list-"
Mitchell turned and backhanded him across the face with a force so strong it sent Anders flying into the bar stools at the counter. Anders let out a cry of pain as the stools fell around him, groaning at the pain that flared in his back and head. He struggled to his feet, gasping as Mitchell's hand found his throat and dragged him up off the floor. Anders looked into the black eyes terrified as he struggled for breath, Mitchell's hand slowly tightening around his neck.
Anders gasped "Mitch you need to-"
"No! You worthless piece of shit! I knew you'd come crawling back to me like a pathetic slut." Mitchell hissed, his fingers digging into Anders throat. "I caught you hook, line and sinker like the desperate fuck you are. Who could ever love a broken, fucked up being like yourself huh?"
"Mitchell this isn't you!" Anders whimpered, trying to prise the cold fingers off his throat. He knew this couldn't be Mitchell talking; it had to be the drugs. It didn't mean the words didn't hurt though.
"That's where you're wrong Anders Johnson. It is me." He cooed evilly before throwing him bodily over the couch where he landed on the glass coffee table, causing it to shatter and collapse beneath him.
Anders let out a sob as he felt pain erupt in his side from the sturdy wood. He placed his hands on the ground, crying out in pain as the glass cut into his palms. Mitchell stood there with a smirk on his face, watching as the God untangled himself from the glass and wood as he stood on shaky legs.
"What's the matter? Don't like playing rough?"
"Mitchell please, this isn't you. Herrick is drugging you! You love m-" he moved quickly, stumbling with a limp to the dining table as Mitchell leapt forward, smashing his fist through the TV and whirling on him in anger.
"Come here little God, I won't hurt you." Mitchell called mockingly.
Anders glowered at him, so he was unprepared for the burst of speed Mitchell put on before he planted a foot in Anders chest sending him into the wall with a sickening crunch, Anders screaming in pain as he felt more than one rib crack. He slumped to the ground, arms immediately wrapping around his chest, panting heavily.
Mitchell stalked forward, grabbing his chin roughly before dragging him back into a sitting position. He hissed in Anders face, noticing with satisfaction the Gods eyes were rolling in pain. "Let's see how bad the damage is then shall we?" He grabbed the shirt and pulled, tearing it open. He revelled in the cries of pain falling from the Gods mouth as he poked and prodded his ribs. "Hmm, slowly getting there." He mused.
He sat back on his haunches, admiring the injured God before him when an idea sprang to mind. "You're a whore, Anders Johnson, a real cock slut. But you're too pretty and you can just pick up whoever you like. Well I'm going to make sure nobody looks at you again. That the only person you'll want to be known by is me." He cooed, stroking a thumb across the God's cheek before slashing his nails across his face. Mitchell dug his nails diagonally across Anders face, his nails avoiding his eyes but ensuring there would definitely be permanent scars across his forehead, nose, lips and cheeks.
Anders screamed in pain as the blood welled quickly, slamming his fist into the side of Mitchell's head before crawling away and crying out in agony as his body protested every movement. Now he wished his neighbours were home because they could have helped him. Then again with the music blaring in the background they were unlikely to have heard anything. It was only adrenaline he was running on now, the pain threatening to make him blackout. He'd lost Mitchell, but more importantly Mitchell had lost himself. He doubted very much they'd be able to go back to the way they were, what with the guilt Mitchell would feel and the strong possibility his own body wouldn't be able to withstand the torture for much longer. He limped quickly towards the couch, wanting to put some distance between the two of them before he went for the door.
But he was too slow. From the ground Mitchell grabbed his arm, dragging his nails down as pulled away. Anders screamed as he stumbled backwards onto the glass, shreds of skin hanging off his arms whilst blood began to ebb quickly downwards, dripping off his fingertips onto the carpet. Mitchell stood quickly, the blood invading his senses driving him into a frenzy as he ran to the couch, hissing as the God clambered over it and caused it to tip over because of his force and weight. He watched as the God scrambled to the fish tank, switching the tank light off before he stumbled to the opposite wall, straight for the –
"NO!" Mitchell roared.
It was too late; the house plunged into darkness as Anders killed the lights.
Mitchell hissed, waiting for his eyes to adjust, but all he could hear was the blasted stereo he'd switched on to drown the noises he knew would be made that night. He ran towards the stereo, tripping on the couch and cursing loudly. When he reached it he wrenched it away from the wall, shattering it on the ground. The noise cut off just as he heard a door slam shut. He turned his head towards the direction it had come and growled. Of course the God would be able to find his bedroom in the dark; it was his house after all.
He stalked towards the bedroom, not bothering with the lights as his vision had adjusted. The smell of the God, both his blood and his fear was rolling in waves under the closed door and filling his nose and mouth with the tantalizing smell. He pushed the door, only to find it locked. He growled; nothing was going to keep him from his prize tonight. He punched a hole through the wood, reaching through it to unlock it. The whimper he heard made him moan in anticipation, truly, he'd never had to work for his prey like he had tonight and it had made him want to redo it all over again.
He shoved the door, only to find it still wouldn't open. It was the final straw, he was going to teach Anders for leaving him and he was going to show the God exactly who owned him. He took a step back and kicked the door, sending whatever had been blocking it flying and caused all but one of the hinges to rip out of the wall. He stalked into the room with deliberate slowness, inhaling deeply at the smell of the God making him pant in anticipation. He heard a sharp intake of breath and grinned, he was going to enjoy this.
Anders heard Mitchell step into the room and let out an involuntary whimper. He stood in the corner trembling from pain and fear. His body was on fire and he just wanted it all to end, knowing no one could help him now.
He waited for the inevitable, and sure enough seconds later he had Mitchell's hand grabbing the back of his neck, yanking his head backwards as fangs were dragged over his neck, cutting shallowly but just as painfully as every other wound he had. The next thing he knew Mitchell grabbed him and tossed him onto the bed. He bounced, crying out as it caused his cracked ribs and several other broken bones to shift.
Mitchell crawled over him, digging his nails into his chest and slowly dragging downwards causing blood to well up and trickle through the golden hair, Mitchell dragging his tongue over each wound and lapping everything up. Anders felt his mouth open, screaming in silent agony.
The last thing he felt before he succumbed to nothingness was Mitchell divesting him of all his clothing save for his boxers, and his mouth latching onto his neck, teeth piercing the soft flesh like they had so many times before and thought that if this was to be the end, he was glad it was in the arms of the one he loved.
Mitchell revelled in the taste of the blood, feeling it flood his mouth and cascade down his throat. The moment he took his first swallow a wave of nausea hit him. He pulled back, shaking his head quickly. Something about this didn't feel right, like something was wrong but he couldn't quite place his finger on what it might be. Following a mental pull he ducked his head, allowing to liquid to fill his mouth once more and making him pull away yet again when pain wracked his brain.
He growled; this was his prize, what he'd worked so hard for. But it wasn't, was it? Something seemed out of place, the body, whose ever it was, was lying too still to be a good thing. He latched onto the throat for a third time, filling his mouth as much as possible before being forced away by a sudden heat that ravaged his body and an excruciating pain that burst right behind his eyes. He fell off the bed, climbing to his feet before he stumbled out of the room, barely noticing the door swing shut miserably behind him nor the darkness. He swallowed against the bile that had risen in his throat before sinking to his knees, welcoming the coolness of the tiles beneath his burning body before he knew no more.