Blood Drug
Chapter 1
He burst forth from the brush at a inhuman speed, barely causing a rustle in the canopy. He collapsed on the deserted road with deathly huge gasps as he looked frantically around him. A big sign with: Welcome to Mystic Falls written on it came in his vision but he paid it no mind as he held his breath and sniffed the air. He couldn't smell their scent on the breeze. Maybe I've lost them, he thought dreamily. But he shook the hope away, the only way their going to be gone is if their dead—again. But he didn't have the strength to fight them; he had been running for a long time.
He dug in his backpack and pulled out a small vile, uncorking it he swallowed the dark liquid inside. The taste was bitter and caused him to shutter no matter how many times he's tasted it. It burned as it coursed through out his body, seeping into his every pore. It was supposed to mask his scent; making it so that those with sensitive noses- Vampires, can't stand to be within a fifty meter radius of him. Kind of like being confined to a sewer, sort of smell.
To him, he smelt like any other human. But then again, he did tend to have very limited opportunities to deal with his hygiene. At the moment he was relatively clean. As clean one could get going through the wood. Some scratches here and there mud and leaves that he was able to brush off. With attentive sniff now and then, he crossed over to the other side of the Mystic Falls sign.
He was Julian and he was on the run because Vampires wanted to make him their blood bitch.
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Julian kept to the shadows, it being dark out helped quite a bit. He was fallowing his nose; all this crap about Vampires left his mind for if only for a moment as his hunger took hold. It was starting to get hard to hold back the release, but once he got some food inside him he would be stronger, more alert.
He stopped just short of a door; yummy smells were coming from behind it. He self consciously brushed the many wrinkles in his clothes, smoothed out his unruly black hair, his violet eye scoped out the streets: deserted. He stuck his hand in his jean pockets; making sure he had some bills there. Slowly, he pulled the door open and sounds poured out and along with that sound came the delicious smells of food. His mouth burst full of saliva as his stomach grumbled.
As the door closed behind him, Julian took in the surroundings. There was a bar, tables, even a pool table on a floor a step up, bathrooms probably in the back. It wasn't that crowded, which might be a good thing for him. Julian took a long deep sniff, basking in the scent of food. Suddenly his whole body froze, every nerve in his body buzzed as the familiar scent of vampire entered his nose.
How could he have been so stupid as to think that he could be free if only for an hour?
Slowly he turned his head, his violet eyes taking in every detail, every person. Julian knew he found the vampire when he met the thunder blue eyes. He had jet black hair, thunder blue eyes, clean shaven, black leather jacket, black button down, black jeans, and black boots. It wasn't one of the vampires that were after him; this one was already here.
He looked at Julian with wide, intent eyes; his posture alert and ready. Julian sucked in a breath as he slowly back toward the door, his eyes locked with those of blue. Fear coursed through him as the vampires lips turned upward. Julian sucked in a breath as his back hit the door; he took a millisecond to commit this man to detail before he pushed the door open and ran.
Damon was up and out of the chair before the door was even half way closed.
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Julian ran like he's never run before; this was way to close. The black liquid must have been a dud; what were the chances of this? He could feel the vampire on his tail, could feel the need to release growing. It was the stupidest thing ever; when he was near a vampire- it didn't matter who, the feeling to release grew even greater.
And that's what was happening now, as the dark haired vampire neared, Julian's nature slowly crawled to the surface.
Julian took a sharp turn, running into an alleyway. He pulled up short, coming face to face with a brick wall; he had just run himself into a corner with a vampire on his heals. He turned around, pressing his back against the wall, coming face to face with said vampire. He had no time to take a breath, no time to even scream as his violet hues met those of black. Or as a hand reached out quick a light and grabbed a hand full of his hair, pulling his head back and exposing his virgin skin of his neck. Razor sharp teeth sunk into the flesh of his neck before he could even blink, all he could do was grab the sides of the vampires leather jacket as he started to suck.
Julian couldn't believe this was happening; after all the time he's been running from this, the one time he seeks out food, he becomes the meal for a vampire he just happened across. He had never actually been bitten by a vampire before, this was the first time. He never did expect it to be comfortable, but this was just killing him. He was sure the vampire tore something in his neck, that was how much it hurt; but the thing was, that he also felt relief.
This was what he was made for; he was the human that would; he was the human that would last forever- no matter how much blood you took. He was made for vampires. That was why it was such a bone crushing relief; he had finally filled his duty. And why not do it with a vampire that wasn't bad looking. Darkness took Julian under as the fangs retracted from his throat and he fell slack into the man in front of him; belatedly he remembered smelling aftershave.
As Damon's fangs retreated back into a more human form, and the inkiness in his eyes flowed back into a pupil, he felt surprised to say the least.
He was in the hub, looking for his next meal- he was actually looking toward the burnet tending the bar, when the door opened. The scent hit him like a title wave. It was like the very first time he tasted human blood as a vampire, times 100. He looked down at the dark head of hair in his hands, unconsciously taking in the scent that floated from the warm body in his hands. There was no way he could just leave the kid there, that with the scent he was pulling off. And Damon could swear he could smell other vampires in the air.
All he knew for sure was that Stefan was going to be pissed.
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