A/N: Hello! Just wanted to brief you before you continue with something I intended to include in chapter one but mistakenly left it out ^^;

This is Hurt/Comfort and Romance, but there are also horror scenes and various other parts of this fanfic that may be triggering to read including dubious consent (not now). There will be gore in later chapters. I will warn you in each chapter if there are going to be some scenes you may not be able to handle with - (*) - at the top of said chapter. IT IS OKAY TO NOT BE ABLE TO HANDLE THESE GRAPHIC SCENES. If you wish not to proceed from here you are in no way obligated to! Thank you and if you choose to carry on reading then carry on~

Chapter 2

He hated this craving, but he needed blood. It made his skin itch and he'd begin pulling at his hair the longer he went without it. It was late and his father was out with Igneel as he said he would be, and Gajeel was left alone in the house. He hoped it would be a peaceful evening, but he needed to get out of the house and find something to eat.

Things hadn't been the same since he'd been picked up by his new father, a non-vampire, Metalicana. He described himself and his friends to Gajeel as half dragon, a rare shape-shifting race. They can live for centuries, and yet Metalicana knew nothing about vampires let alone how to raise one. Although it was clear the man meant well it was quite annoying to Gajeel. Moving to a new home in a new town only made things worse.

Basically, he didn't know where to get blood from. There weren't any blood banks he could sneak in and steal from that he knew of, and he hadn't seen a farm since he'd shown up with enough livestock to sustain him without anyone noticing. He certainly wouldn't dare touch a person and try to take their blood, at least, it was difficult to bring himself to. Tonight may be different, however. His craving managed to drive Gajeel out of the house, desperately searching for something to satisfy him.

It was eleven at night. Gajeel wasn't surprised to see no one out in the streets in such a small town. There was the occasional squirrel running around through garbage cans and trees but he had no appetite for them. Gajeel felt the skin on his palm being scratched open as time passed. He went from briskly walking to running until he tripped over uneven pavement, falling face-first onto the ground.

He was shaking as he stood, his vision blurry as he tried to regain himself. Had he really gone a full three weeks without blood? What was happening to him? His thoughts were shortly interrupted when he heard footsteps ahead of him. He shot up, staring directly at the figure a few feet away from him. It was a person, he thought. He could feel himself about to lurch forward and fell backwards in an effort to stop himself. The person approached him, bending down to lend him a hand.

Who was this guy and what was he doing? Gajeel was hesitant to take it, but he did so with a shaky hand, covering his mouth with his free hand to forbid any attempts at biting. He looked up to see who it was and almost gasped.

"Hey-I know you," The figure spoke, "You're the vampire, right?"

Gajeel didn't say anything. Instead he took a few steps back, eyes still locked onto the person before him.

"I saw you at the cafe earlier," they continued, "I'm Laxus."

He knew he'd seen him before. He was the guy staring at him with whoever he was sitting with. He frowned, swallowing nervously as he tried to put on a serious face.

"I'm not gonna hurt you or anything," Laxus said, raising his hands in defense, "You tripped and fell, you look like...you're hurt."

Laxus gestured towards Gajeel's face. There was a big bruise on his nose and it bled a little. Seeing his own blood made him shiver. There was far too much to unpack and Gajeel didn't want to tell the first person he met that he was "just bloodthirsty." Laxus tilted his head curiously as Gajeel kept silent.

"Are you...lost? Are you sick?"

He looked down to see Gajeel scratching at himself. His palm was red and his breathing was ragged. Laxus frowned as he slowly figured out what was happening. "Are you...you're thirsty, yeah?" He asked with a low voice and Gajeel froze. He was figured out that quickly. Was he really that obvious?

"...Yes," Gajeel finally answered. Laxus only nodded, and the two stood in awkward silence. He didn't know what was to come next. Laxus could let him go. He could turn around and run, escaping the situation himself. Instead, something unexpected happened. Laxus spoke in an even lower voice.

"You...can take...some of mine."

Gajeel felt like his head was spinning. HE knew he was a vampire the minute he looked at him somehow. He knew he needed blood and the first thing he did was offer himself up to him!? Gajeel could barely see the man in the dark, and yet he knew he had to take up on that offer. Laxus nodded his head towards a different direction and Gajeel was suddenly being led a few blocks down the road to an apartment complex.

Gajeel watched as Laxus calmly unlocked the front door and let Gajeel enter. The hallways were lit dimly and the painted walls were slightly stained and chipped. The visual didn't help as he began to feel dizzy and nauseous. The hallway spun, making Gajeel look down at the floor. They finally reached Laxus' apartment and they made their way inside the home.

Laxus locked the door behind him and only then did it click in Gajeel's head that he was in a strangers house. He remembered his father not to fuck around with people so nonchalantly but Gajeel was desperate, and would do anything to get his fix. It was better than killing someone on the street, he was sure. Though it was hard to stay calm and patient in his state. He watched Laxus as he removed his coat and scarf, hanging it in the closet. The two of them were just standing around in the dark living room space.

"A-are we doing this?" Gajeel asked in attempt to sound impatient but rather he sounded worried. Laxus nodded, gesturing to the couch. He sat down, waiting for the vampire to sit beside him.

Shit, shit, shit, shit, Gajeel repeated to himself in his head as he dubiously walked towards the couch. His footsteps broke the silence as the wooden floors lighty creaked with every step, though it seemed like it was loud enough to deafen him. He sat next to Laxus who undid the top of his button-up shirt, looking at him as he revealed his own neck. He still couldn't quite make out the man's face as they were still sitting in the dark.

"Is this gonna turn me into a vampire or something?" He asked, partially joking.

"You're asking this now…?" Gajeel muttered, "...No. I can't...I can't do that."

"Then I'm ready when you are."

Gajeel exhaled. He knew he could take enough blood without killing the man and be stable for a couple of days, so that was what he did. Slowly he turned his head and opened his mouth, revealing sharp fangs that pierced Laxus' neck. He grunted silently, sighing as Gajeel relaxed into him. He could feel the vampire sucking out and swallowing his blood. Gajeel kept his eyes shut, refusing to look up at the other.

It was a bit of a mess; some blood leaked down Laxus' chest, staining his shirt, but he paid no mind. Gajeel noticed he didn't lay a hand on him since it began, ensuring that this may not be a kink thing Laxus had. As he drank he regained his stability and his head was clearer.

Which was when he abruptly stopped, pulling his fangs away from Laxus. He watched as Laxus' wounds healed rather quickly. Gajeel looked up at the other's face and back at the wound. The blood lingering in his mouth tasted familiar. "Y...you…" he spoke, gaining Laxus' attention as the man finally looked back at him. "You're...you're a fucking werewolf."

He pushed himself off the sofa. It was no fucking wonder the man was so willing to let him in, so eager to let the vampire take his blood. His blood was werewolf blood, Gajeel could tell. He wiped his face with his arm, ignoring the stain it left on his jacket and he glared at Laxus, who only chuckled.

"What?" He asked, "Taste that bad?"

"You fucking-" Gajeel grunted, clenching his fists, "You didn't say anything about being a werewolf."

"Couldn't tell? Thought you vampires were supposed to have good vision."

...Gajeel stared at him, confused. He spoke shakily, "I don't...I don't have every vampire trait, okay? What does it fucking matter to you, anyways!?"

He'd backed up to the door but it was locked. Laxus tilted his head and stood up, walking towards Gajeel, hands raised once again. "Look, kid, I'm not gonna hurt you or anything."

Gajeel's eyes widened. He didn't notice how much taller Laxus was until just now. He towered over him, looking down at him like he were nothing. "How should I know you're telling the truth?" He spat, "Hell, why're you lettin' a vampire in your house that you don't know? Are you fucking crazy or somethin'?"

"Nah," Laxus shrugged, "I just get a bit excited at night 's all."

Who was this guy?

Laxus stepped back and Gajeel relaxed against the door. "So can I ask you something?"

Of course he wanted something. Gajeel snarled but Laxus ignored it.

"What's a vampire doing around here anyway?" Laxus asked, "You don't have a clan around here with you, do you?"

"I...don't." Gajeel answered, "I'm here by...by myself. I live with my...my father."

"And he's a vampire too?"

"No. He's half dragon, I was...adopted."

Laxus snorted, "That's not the story I was expecting."

"Well it's true, asshole," Gajeel sighed, "I've had my fill and you got your answers. Can you let me go home, now?"

"Suppose so, you know your way?"

He didn't. He opened his mouth to say he did but something stopped him and he didn't know what. Gajeel looked out the window and cursed his inability to see as well as a vampire should. Laxus nudged him out of the way of the door and unlocked it. "C'mon then, I'll walk you."

Laxus didn't know where he lived either. He only walked him to a more familiar area; the cafe. It was closed of course. Through the windows of the darkened cafe Laxus could see the clock which read one-fifteen. They'd been together for well over an hour. He didn't expect to meet Gajeel in such an interesting scenario, but he didn't want to leave him where he was. Who knew what trouble a lone vampire like him could get into? Laxus certainly didn't want him to starve, though he was surprised to see he didn't try to kill him immediately.

"This is as far as I can take you," Laxus said, "You know your way from here, yeah?"

Gajeel nodded as he looked around.

"By the way, I never got your name."

"...It's Gajeel."