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I Didn't Want To Do This

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"This is fuckin' bullshit and you know it! Weren't you the one who told me to keep her safe?!" Katsuki yells at his mother while deathly gripping the iron bars of the door's window.

"I did but if your grandfather says it's time then it's time, Katsuki" Mitsuki coldly tells him, having a hard time keeping the unfazed façade up. Truthfully, she didn't think it was right either. They had no right in exposing Ochako to the truth of her nature and going against what her dearest friend, Ochako's mother wants for her own child.

It pained Mitsuki to see her son being locked up in the Todoroki's cellar basement. He was being punished for lashing out on the elder Toshinori and as such, he was to go without outside contact aside from his parents and no blood.

He was given regular food without any ounce of blood mixed in it which would upset his stomach. In the coming days, Katsuki's blood would be harvested for his grandfather's needs in order to faster deplete the rebellious male and tame him.

Katsuki ignored his mother, hating how she wasn't trying harder to fight her orders.

When she came back, three days later, she tried to reason with him as to why she couldn't side with her son.

"I nearly lost you during childbirth, Katsuki. You needed so much blood and nearly drained me from inside the womb. My own body wasn't enough for you that we both nearly died as complications rose. I'm forever in your grandfather's debt. He saved us with his blood and for that, I'm truly grateful to him for allowing me to be your mother and for you being my son" Mitsuki explained the reason why she couldn't oppose Toshinori's decisions.

Pureblood births were terrifyingly low due to so many complications. From the baby itself not knowing how to control blood lust, to normal pregnancy scares. It was the reason why, when a pureblood baby was born, they had grand celebrations to welcome the new life. Purebloods in general were only a small fraction of the vampiric popularity but as such, they held so much power, seen as practically royalty.

Katsuki never knew. Who could blame him? There was so much his mother has kept from him especially any stories involving his grandfather.

"Father is the bringer of death just as much as he's the bringer of life. Be grateful he showed you, us, mercy" Mitsuki tells him before leaving the cellar knowing her son wasn't going to speak up, already weakened by days of starvation.

The following week as the pain settled into the pit of his stomach from not having proper substance, Katsuki himself had begged for his mother. Painfully screaming with a sore throat, hoping the echoes of his voice would be heard.

Mitsuki arrived but remained on her side of the locked door.

"MOM, PLEASE! IT HURTS! IT HURTS!" Katsuki cried out, clutching onto his stomach as he swayed side to side on the ground. "I'M STARVING! PLEASE!" he hasn't touched the tray of food they gave him earlier in the day as trays from days before were left rotting around him. It wasn't what he needed as he felt his organs brutally squeezing him, desperate for a drop of blood.

"I'm sorry, Katsuki! I can't!" Mitsuki, like any mother, hated seeing her child being deprived of basic needs. "We need to be strong, Dear, for his sake" Masaru whispers next to her, not wanting Katsuki to know he was there too.

"MOM!"

Masaru quietly ushered his wife to leave their son carry out the remainder of his punishment as the distraught mother clung onto her husband and tried to silence her cries. In a few days, he'd be free and all would be right again.

Once the final day of his two weeks came, Katsuki had been finally defeated.

Nearly catatonic from lack of sleep and food.

What had reanimated him as he felt himself slowly slipping was the noise of the wooden door opening and a feminine voice squeaking at being shoved and locked inside with him.

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"Katsuki?!" Ochako gasps at the sight of him, running to him and dropping to her knees.

She wasn't sure what exactly she was doing at Shouto's home. The only thing she could remember is the gnawing need to go there and once she arrived – the doors were opened for her without a word. She was led into the estate by the older male she had met two weeks prior. He was looking healthier than before, as he kindly told her to follow him. Feeling a pull she couldn't resist to him, she did as she was told.

There, she felt him push her into the cellar where she could see a slumped over body against the cobblestone walls next to a wine barrel. Ignoring the fact that she was locked in the wine cellar, she rushed over to Katsuki.

He was shirtless with his bare chest littered in raw and angry scratch marks, wearing dirty black jeans covered in patches of dirt and combat boots.

"Wh… What's she… she… d-d-doing he… here?" he asks out loud, knowing his grandfather was still standing there.

"Feed from her and tell her the truth. You'll be freed once you do" Toshinori instructs as he walks away.

"N-N-NO!" Katsuki croaks out as he flinches away from Ochako's gentle touch.

"Grandfather says I'll be awoken by my beloved Katsuki" Ochako says in a soft hush, a siren song that didn't sound like her own voice, "wake me up, beloved" she begins unbuttoning the top of her school uniform's shirt, tugging the collar down to expose her pulsating neck.

The throbbing beats of her heart and the rush of her blood was too much for him to handle in that moment. Roughly grabbing her by the shoulders, he narrowed his crimson eyes and noticed the glazed over look of her own brown orbs.

"Spellbound! Fuck!" he shouts, of course his shitty grandfather would have compelled Ochako.

If it were up to her, she would've fought and questioned everything. She wouldn't have been so easily swayed to do as someone told her to do without knowing what she's getting herself into.

Katsuki's limbs felt like they were on fire from his short actions of shifting positions. "Listen to me, 'Cheeks! You need to get the hell away from me!" Katsuki warns, the torn skin of his cracked lips opening more as he got a taste of his own blood and pinched his bottom lip to get enough on his finger.

"But grandfather…" she begins to protest when she's silenced by Katsuki shoving his index finger into her opened mouth. He made her get a taste of his blood as she gagged at the iron coated taste.

Snapping out of whatever spell she was in, she furiously blinked up at him. "Katsuki?! Wait! Where are we?" she questions as she gets up from the ground.

"Doesn't matter" Katsuki groans out as he struggles to get up from the ground. Once he did with whatever little strength he had left, he cradles himself against the wall and breaths heavily.

"What's wrong?" she worriedly asks, seeing the state he's in.

"Just… hungry" he pants out, not knowing how much longer he could keep his control.

"Le… Let me help!" she pleads, momentarily putting aside their differences and selflessly offering herself to him. She knew that she would always help him out without question. Despite how she felt about him and vampires in general. Both fearing and loving them. This is Katsuki's she's talking about! He looked as if he hasn't eaten in days, possibly weeks for whatever reason.

"No!" he painfully protests, feeling his fangs deciding for him.

"W-We used t-t-to be best fri-friends, Katsuki. W-What ch-changed?" Ochako tearfully croaked, clutching her star shaped locket around her neck. It was her comfort whenever she needed it, feeling as if the silver locket protects her. She didn't understand why she was crying at being rejected by him. It wasn't the first time he's ever pushed her away but it was the first time she ever offered herself to him.

Did her blood repulse him?

"I did! Now get the hell away from me!" the blond fiercely shouted, baring his fangs as he pounded a fist against his chest. The simple action hurt like a thousand hell fires as he did everything in his power to shift the mood in the room, wanting Ochako to fear him. Hate him. Whatever it took to keep her away.

It was just his luck to be locked inside a windowless basement with the one person he never wants to hurt while blood deprived.

"Katsuki! Let me help you!" Ochako stubbornly puts her foot down, her eyes scanning the room for anything sharp enough to cut herself with.

"No! Please!" Katsuki's eyes nearly water with tortuous pain as his tear ducts were dried out. He didn't want to give into her request and his predatory nature. If he tasted her, he was scared to death that he wouldn't be able to stop.

"Ah ha!" Ochako triumphantly cheers when she found a corkscrew lying on top of an emptied wine barrel. From the smell of the old barrel, she knew it wasn't used for making just any ordinary aged spiced wine. "You're gonna feed whether you like it or not, Katsuki" she tells him as he watches in horror as she slices the crease of her arm.

Ochako knows what she's doing. Knowing she wouldn't be able to help him get out of this 'prison' in his weakened state. She needed him to feed and then help them both escape. Once they were freed, she was gonna drill the hell out of him for information.

"Feed" she tells him as she shakes her arm causing the steady stream of blood to flow down towards her inner palm and drip to the ground from her fingertips.

Katsuki heavily wheezes, fangs fully protruded out. His eyes glowing with an orange neon ring around his irises, an animalistic glint held within them.

Ochako has never seen a vampire feed let alone Katsuki's true vampiric side.

In an instant, he's on her. His fangs latch onto her soft warm flesh as he moans in pleasure from finally having the one thing he's been desperate for, for these past two weeks: blood.

"I hope you're fuckin' happy" he tells the elder an hour later once the cellar's door was finally opened for him.

"You fed but haven't told her the truth" Toshinori observes as he allows the young male to carry out his betrothed from the room. For now, he'll let it slide but sooner or later, he wants the young female to know the truth of her blood ties.

"Tch. Like I'll ever tell her" Katsuki mumbles to himself as he carries Ochako out in his arms. His mouth and chest dirtied with streaks of dried blood. He's not proud of what he did but was just glad that he was able to stop himself from draining her completely. It still pissed him off though, that he had to touch her in such a vile way.

He's lied before, saying how he's never tasted her but in truth he has as a child. It was both in part for the ritual that binds them and the one that shrouds their lockets in mystery.

It wasn't Katsuki's right nor place to tell Ochako anything. Or at least, not until her sixteenth birthday.

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Done! To be continued.

I'm leaving y'all with a cliffhanger. Mwahaha.

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