I would like to thank AnonFTW and RubyDuck for your reviews. They urged me to keep going and when you posted those two reviews I actually got a surged of viewers. So thank you and I hope this chapter lives up to your expectations.
That being said, this chapter is the reason this fic is rated M. WARNING THERE IS DISTURBING GORE BELOW! Mathias is not anything like Edward Cullen and is what he is, a predator who eats human blood. So keep that in mind and I hope I don't scare you all away. Remember to review guys.
Mathias felt worse as the day went on. The sun seem to constantly beam down on him with such a strong intensity that Mathias never felt before. When Mathias was young he once read a book on the tropics and how the sun beat down on exposed skin with greater strength due to the lands location on the equator. That's how Mathias now felt, as if he was stuck in the tropics. But he was in Denmark and he assumed that it was his body reacting weird due to his attack.
Maybe he really wasn't well. Niels would kill him when he finally made it back to the shop sicker than before.
Sighing, Mathias had to wipe his brow of the sweat that was rolling down his face. Not only was he suffering from intense sun exposure but he felt that once surge of energy vanish and his stomach growled and twisted hungrily. Mathias tried to not allow his thoughts to wonder and think of food, for he kept thinking of sick things. It was frustrating. No sane person would ever think of blood and biting. Had he lost it and gone mad?
Gritting his teeth and yanking at his messy, sweat damp hair, Mathias repressed the thoughts and kept trudging on. Their iron powder was bought from a horseshoer who nicely sold it to Niels' shop at a cheap price. From Mathias' understanding their father's had also been friends and selling off his surplus was no big deal. But he lived on the outskirts and Mathias already had a long way to go. He just had to make it to the horseshoer then walk back. Yes, he could do it.
His feet were begining hurt and his skin felt as if it were melting off his bones. By the time he made it, his legs felt weak and his mouth parched. Entering the shop, the horseshoer was alarm by Mathias' terrible condition and gave him beer with a slice of bread. Mathias didn't bother with the bread and drank heavily from his mug. The beer wasn't that great... but nowhere near as foul as the food Tino had cooked that morning. With the iron powder bought, Mathias began his long walk back.
The sun was beginning to go down and by the time he made it back to Copenhagen proper, the lamps were being lit. Had he really walked all day? Man his legs felt like he did. And those disturbing thoughts were beginning to swirl in his head as Mathias stumbled around. He felt so light headed, so hungry. God if Niels were just here he would rip open his deliciously pale neck and roll around in his blood-
"Hey stranger." a sultry voice called to Mathias during his mid fantasy.
Blinking slowly, Mathias looked at the corner seeing a bone thin woman with a low line dress eye him. "Care for a fun night? Or would you rather relax as I take care of you after a long day at work?" Frowning, Mathias realized a whore was talking to him. A whore that had similar milky skin as Niels.
His hands shook as his mind began to race. Who cared if a whore died? It was better than Niels, she had Niels' color. Her hair, though dirtied was blonde and she had deep blue eyes and a pout. That pout, that face. Bringing his shaky hands to his face, Mathias found himself smiling at her. "Name your price." What was he thinking? He didn't have any personal money on him. It was Niels', but this woman was fair like Niels and he would tear open her neck and take his money back.
The whore smiled up at Mathias, revealing her blackened teeth. "Well then stranger, I say fifty ore and you have yourself a deal."
Mathias winced at the price even though he knew he would be just taking it back. Some whores were getting really expensive. Some even charged a whole kroner. Reaching into his pocket, Mathias withdrew a few coins and placed it into the woman's hand. She cocked her head, revealing her pale throat to Mathias before leading him off the main streets and into her little ally business.
Quickly she was on Mathias, her arms wrapping around his neck and latching her lips onto his skin. Skillfully she left pleasurable kisses along the sensitive parts of Mathias' neck making his blood run hot and thick. With the whore being this close, Mathias could smell the sour scent of her corrupt soul mingling with cheap perfume. But it didn't mask the blood that was beginning to pump more rapidly as the whore became slightly aroused.
Desperately, Mathias wanted to hear the blood slush quicker through her body. It was alluring, mouth watering. Placing two hands on her shoulders Mathias pushed her roughly away and into the brick wall behind her. She stared up at him wide eyed and confused and Mathias simply gave her a smile as his fixated on her neck and heaving chest. Without permission, Mathias reached out and undid the tie to her bodice, pushing down her low neckline further revealing her small, yet still pert breasts. Perfect breasts that would be even more perfect when he let her blood flow over them. Mathias could feel himself harden at the very disgusting mental image.
Lightly, Mathias caressed her body, his mouth traveling to her breasts, sucking and hearing the whores heartbeat beginning to thrum. Oh yes, this woman probably wasn't used to such good treatment. He flicked his tongue of her rosy nipples and in return he felt her greedily reach out for his prominent bulge. Mathias let out a growl of approval as he lightly rubbed himself against her hand before lifting her skirts and using his knee to pry her legs apart. With the skill that only a whore could master, she unfastened his britches and freed Mathias' throbbing member with ease.
She placed him on a crate before climbing onto his lap and impaling herself on Mathias' waiting member. He let out a satisfied hiss as her wet heat took him in. With each propelling of her hips, her blood began to pump faster. Eager to get her heart beating at full speed he lunged forward and began to suckle her nipples once more. Out of pure rapture, she began to moan and take deeper breaths, making her blood flow faster through her veins. The speed was intoxicating Mathias he needed to bite he needed to bite. Pausing her hips roughly with his hands, Mathias peered at her, her breast heaving, her face flushed a sweaty. But this wasn't no ordinary look, he gave her a charming smile that revealed his sharp teeth to her. It was an vampiric look that would trick his prey to calmly accept their fate.
Even though she would be his first kill, he wasn't in the least surprised when she said, "I'm going to die."
Softly and in a loving voice, Mathias replied, "Yes."
Almost on cue she simply tilted her head back revealing her pale neck to him. Just like Niels. Just like Niels. His brain kept repeating as he ran his tongue over her pulsing artery. Sinking his fangs into her flesh he heard her say a soft 'oh' before resuming to ride Mathias' cock. Mathias didn't have the experience to know that a vampire bite caused a flood of endorphines to flow. The whore was having the best time of her life riding Mathias as he drank her life away. And it was glorious tasting her sweet blood flowing quickly into his waiting mouth as her wet muscles clenched around his arousal, pulling him in deeper and deeper. Her arms even pulled his face closer in a strong grip in a way that seemed like she was afraid he would stop sucking. Frantically he kept swallowing as his belly swelled and frantically she tried to reach her final orgasm. Unfortunately Mathias pulled away from her neck, no longer able to take in anymore blood. A strong trickle of blood flood between her breasts making Mathias' eyes light up in desire forcing him to spike his hips up into her. He knew if he let things be, this whore could possibly survive his feeding. Yet he also knew that wouldn't be wise. This woman would blab and Mathias would be hunted. His instincts told him to kill, and heartlessly, he took his sharp thumb nail and ran it move her bloodied, pale neck. Mathias' nail pierced her skin like a razorblade.
She instantly shuddered as her blood flowed freely. Her muscles convulsed strongly around Mathias erection as she orgasm around him and pushing him closer. The sour whore smell was over rode with her sweet blood. Her perk breast gleamed crimson and Mathias couldn't help but run his tongue over her nipples and up to her gash in her neck as he thrust animalisticly into her limping body. With a long moan he released his seed into near dead body before withdrawing. When placed her on the ground she took one final breath, shuddered then died.
Bending over, Mathias picked up the 50 ore. He was breathing deeply at the site in front of him as his face began to pale in horror.
Each step Mathias took was hard. He felt strong, so strong as if he could lift a cart and ox over his head and run a marathon yet the shock kept his feet and knees unsteady. Why had he done it? What was he? His heart constricted in his throat. Mathias really didn't want to believe in a fantastic tale or myth but his brain kept giving him an unfavorable and implausible answer. He was a vampire. Pausing, Mathias tried to push that thought away but by lifting his crusty, blood stained hands he could see the evidence of his... murder. Every time he licked his lips he could taste a metallic taste lingering and even his clothing was soaked.
Would he be caught? Should he just turn himself in?
All of these thoughts kept haunting him and all Mathias wanted to do was disappear into thin dust. But his legs carried him home. Home where Niels was. Home where he desired a man in a sick twisted way. Mathias could remember his disgusting thoughts as he fucked and killed the whore. Oh how nice Niels would look in her situation. But the hot desire to sleep with Niels while drinking him dry wasn't as strong as it had been earlier. In fact his disdain for his actions were stronger than his desire for Niels' flesh. Mathias may have acted a tad slow at times, but he was more than smart enough to deduce it was because he had just fed and was satisfied.
So it wouldn't be a bad thing to go home to Niels, right? Mathias could still go home to Niels and cry in his shirt until his lifelong friend mended his broken world like he always did. Desperately Mathias hoped this to be so. And when he numbly reached his home, Mathias felt his paces quicken so he could reach Niels once more. He wasn't surprised to see him waiting at the table with a mug of coffee. Mathias could smell that dinner had been cooked and eaten already. It was late and everyone was retired to the sitting room beside Niels himself.
"What happened?" Niels said in a hushed, shocked tone.
"I..." Mathias tried to say something. Right there in front of him was Niels, cling and pure Niels. He took a deep breath as he tried to clear his mind. He could smell Niels in front of him, not a whiff of sour and putrid uncleanness. But it somehow made Mathias' hands shake. He was a monster. Even as he tried to calm himself, Mathias couldn't. So without another word, he dropped the iron powder on the counter and walked solemnly up the stairs.
Niels didn't follow. Good. He could see the blood on his body, clinging to his clothes marking him as the monster he truly was. Entering his room, Mathias sat on his bed and just looked at his blood crusted hands. He could still feel the whores blood flowing over his hands, all over her body. The very thought made his hands shake and tears well up in his eyes. His ear picked up the soft footsteps of Niels and he covered his face with his filthy hands.
Slowly his door creaked open and Niels said in a stern tone, "I asked a question." Mathias didn't reply he just tried to hide the fact his face was wet and hot with tears. He almost let out a uncontrollable sob when he felt Niels sit next to him. But the sob died in his throat causing a strangled sound.
"What happened, Mathias?" Niels asked once more, his arm around him and his clean scent surrounding Mathias like a mother's comforting hug. Like a distraught child he threw his face into Niels' fresh clothing that began to soak up his tears. As he took in deep, labored sobs he could smell the sweat from Niels' hard day's work and it caused his body to relax as he gave into Niels' soft caresses over his back and into his hair.
"Shh, Mathias. Everything is going to be okay. Tell me what happened." Mathias shook his head no, knowing that if he did, Niels would leave his world forever. And what would he do without his angel? Desperately he clung to Niels' shirt, his bloodied hands spreading flecks of dried blood over the once clean shirt.
"Was there an accident?" Niels inquired, realizing that Mathias didn't want to reveal what happened. So he pried and Mathias wanted to recoil and slither between the cracks in the walls. But he gave a truthful nod. It had been an accident. He wouldn't have sanely done what he had done. Niels tightened his hold on Mathias as he said in a soft yet sad tone, "Mathias, I am sorry."
Mathias lifted his head, his heart practically crying for him to tell Niels what had happened. He didn't want to hold this horrid information on his own. It was strangling him. But his mouth faltered and Mathias only could let out one, small, strangled sentence, "I'm a monster."
Niels stiffened at Mathias' words, confused and caught off guard. "No you're not." Niels said sternly.
"I am." Mathias gasped before burying his face in Niels' neck and continued to sob his vague words. "I don't deserve you. I don't deserve to even look at you."
His words must have scared and worried Niels, for he pulled Mathias by the shoulders and said in a stern tone, "What are you saying? You are the best man I know."
"Was." Mathias said in a pathetic tone. Niels shook his head in frustration as he struggled to keep his patience with Mathias. "If you were wise, you would toss me out of your home and-
"Mathias Kohler." Niels said, his hands gripping into his flesh as he slightly shook Mathias. "I will not have you say such idiotic things. I will not sit here and let you cry over an accident in such a pitiful way. I mean what I said, you are the best man I know. Now stop." That last part caught Mathias attention. He knew his friend and knew he was close angering Niels.
"You swear it? No matter how bad my crime is, you wouldn't think any less of me?" Mathias said in a desperate tone, his eyes wide with fear.
"Crime? What crime?" Niels said in a baffled tone, figuring that Mathias was just babbling foolish thoughts he often did when drunk. He did come back late. There wasn't a scent of alcohol on Mathias, but Niels figured it could still be possible. "Yes, yes. Just knock off this nonsense, please."
Sighing, Mathias felt his hopes come up and he rested his cheeks against Niels' neck. Something in his chest became buoyant at Niels' words and his horrid deed seem to dissipate from his thoughts. His Niels didn't care and that was all that mattered to Mathias. Murmuring into Niels' skin he said sadly, "If I ever did something... that would make me lose you I'd-"
He couldn't even form the words, but they were enough to get Niels to stroke his hair once more. Softly Niels whispered, "I know, I know."
Sitting up Mathias peered into Niels' face and said seriously, "You feel the same, don't you. You said so last night, right?"
His words caught Niels off guard and his cheeks light up brightly for a moment and his eyes darted away. Yes, it was sudden. But a big part of Mathias just wanted Niels and secure him as his. And it wasn't easy to bring up these words. His heart was hammering quickly and his sensitive ears could hear Niels' pumping just as rapidly. It had to be the same, even if Niels didn't reply Mathias would know for a fact it was true. Softly, Mathias called out Niels and said in gruff tone, "Niels, look at me." He did and Niels' eyes showed uncertainty. Oh Mathias knew Niels wasn't sure if he should answer or not. So he answered for his friend by bringing his lips over his. Mathias felt Niels let out a shocked gasp but didn't in the least pull back.
Oh it probably looked funny having a man that just sobbed his heart out taking the dominant part in a kiss. Hell he was sure Niels could taste the salt on his lips especially when he felt his friend began to kiss him back with more certainty. Whatever bad feeling Mathias had remaining his chest were flushed away. He had the number one most important thing to him kissing him. And he could hear and feel his blood pulsing through his veins. But unlike earlier where the whore made Mathias hunger, it was soothing.
When Niels finally pulled away he looked at Mathias with a strong frown, "Are you sure about this. The repercussions are-
"I'm the one who kissed you, silly. If you're fine with it, then I am most certainly fine with it as well." Mathias said in his characteristic cheerful tone. A small smile graced Niels lips before he nodded and Mathias leaned in for a few more kisses.
He could die happy, he really could.
