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Morgan groaned, forcing himself onto his feets. He can't give himself the luxury of staying on the ground. It wasn't an easy task, the rain made everything too easy to slip and his fatigue and pained muscles weren't helping either.
But he can't stop now. He knows he can't run. No, he could never out run the creature following him. And he certainly can't win a physical fight. His only hope is to hide.
But where?
In the distance, he hears someone hummin a piece of music he doesn't recognize along with the sound of breaking sticks and leaves under their shoes. They walk slowly but in a straight line, heading directly for their objective. Morgan knows exactly who this is.
He picks up some rocks before sprinting to any direction that wasn't the one the voice came from. Somewhere in the back of his mind he registered a dark malicious chuckle behind him. He forces his legs to run faster.
As he runs, he throws the rocks in random directions, hoping that the sound might attract this thing’s attention and give him more time. He just needs more time. Just enough to find a good hiding spot.
Eventually, Morgan only had one rock. One rock that he wouldn't throw away. It was his only weapon. He doubted it would be effective but it was something, at least.
Morgan blinks and suddenly they are out of the forest. He desperately looks around, still running, trying to see their village. Nothing. Fuck- fuck! Did he accidentally runned to the wrong place? He certainly didn't recognize the lake he saw in the distance.
Wait- that's it. Lake!
If he could dip in the lake and stay there until the creature ran past him, he would be safe. And then he could worry about finding a way back to the village after.
Morgan forced his body even more.
Close. Just a bit more—
“Ugh-”
Something pulled him back. He fell on the ground so hard he completely lost his breath. His vision blurred and everything burned like hell fire. Lungs. Legs. Back. Everything hurts.
Morgan tried to force air into his lungs. Choking and coughing. Even with his blurred vision he can see the man walking towards him. He attempted to crawl back with the elbows but was stopped by the man pushing him down again.
He got him. There was nothing Morgan could do now. He didn't even have the damn rock anymore, probably having dropped it when he was pulled.
Knowing he was about to die and he could do nothing to stop it filled Morgan with rage. Funny. He was terrified not even a minute ago, dreading the moment he would get caught, and now that he was all he could feel was rage.
If it was rage for his own incapacity to escape or for the man about to kill him, it didn't matter. What mattered was that this feeling burned into his veins like hot liquid and all he wanted was to lash out.
And lash out he did.
Morgan closed his fist and punched the creature’s face with a brutality he wasn't aware he was capable of.
Gold slitted eyes stared deep into his soul. He looked amused. Fucking amused.
This bitch just got punched in the face and not only he didn't look phased, he had the audacity to find Morgan's attempts at living amusing.
Another punch. An one more. And then another one. Again again and again. Morgan punched until his energies left him completely.
For a moment, the only sound was Morgan's harsh breaths as he gasped for air.
The vampire’s face was now dirty with Morgan’s blood. He chuckled, sending shivers down the human’s spine.
“The rocks would’ve been a good idea of distraction,” The vampire smiled, showing his white sharp teeths. “if you were being chased by an animal. Although, to be honest, it wouldn't make that much of a difference for you. You make too much noise while running.”
Morgan stayed silent. He couldn't really speak at the moment, and hadn't caught his breath yet. The vampire didn't seem to be expecting an answer, anyway.
He grabbed one of his hands. Morgan wanted to pull away, but he was too tired. He was so, so tired. Being dizzy was just the norm for him, honestly, they can't even remember a time where he didn't feel like he was just two steps away from fainting. But all the chase and unilateral fight really took a tool out of him.
Maybe his parents were right and he should have trained more. In his defense, training was hell for someone like him, who felt weak just for walking for too long.
And now I'm going to die for it.
The vampire raised his hand till his lips touched his bloodied knuckles. Morgan tried to gather strength to free his hands, it was of no use. He was truly exhausted. All he could do was shiver when he felt the warm tongue lick the blood out of the injury.
Then he stopped. Looking away from Morgan's eyes for the first time since he caught him to look at his hand.
“Hmm… the quality of your blood is not one of the best.” He spoke like he was disappointed.
Disappointed!
Morgan couldn't believe this bitch’s audacity.
“You-” Morgan coughed, then gasped more air into his lungs. “You're seriously… complaining about my- my blood’s quality after chasing me through the fucking forest?”
What the fuck is wrong with this vampire? He made Morgan run a fucking maratón just so he could say he wasn't tasty enough for him? Fuck this guy.
“Is exactly because I chased you through the fucking forest that I'm complaining. I mean, I had all this work and you can't even be a good meal for me.” The vampire pouted.
Oh, this little…
Morgan tried to keep his calm. Maybe this was an opportunity. If the vampire didn't find him particularly tasty then he may let him go. Oh good, he had the rage phase and now he's at the bargaining phase. Awesome.
“Well,” Morgan managed, already calm enough to speak more or less normally, “since my blood doesn't meet your standards can I go? Can I just go now?”
“Oh,” He laughed, “No. No you're not going anywhere. I already had the trouble of chasing and capturing you. I'm definitely not letting you go.”
“Seriously? You don't even like it. Why drink it?”
“Well, it's not bad, exactly, it's just not really up to my standards.” He explained. “I generally pick my food better. Always look for healthy young people, you know?”
“Then why the fuck did you pick me ?” Morgan snapped. This guy was pushing his buttons now. If he really looked into their victims first then there was no way he should’ve been picked. He was literally known as the Sterlings’s kid who got disowned for being too sick to become a monster hunter.
“Eh.” He shrugged. “I’m not hungry. Just felt like hunting and you were the first unlucky idiot I found.”
Morgan’s eye twitched.
“So… you're not even hungry. You just chased me for sport and are going to kill because you can.” He talked slowly.
“Yep.”
All of the sudden, Morgan's energy came back. He used the hand the vampire wasn't holding to punch him again. His hand ached but he couldn't care less.
The vampire laughed. “Oh come on. Don't be so spicy.”
“Don't be so spicy? You chased me for a fucking hour and you're not even hungry, you motherfucker.” He yelled.
“Not an hour. Just a few minutes.”
“Why didn't you just catch me before? Why make me run the whole fucking way till here?”
“I already told you, I wanted to hunt.” He giggled like he saw nothing wrong with it.
This guy is really getting on his nerves.
“But now…” He smiled.
The vampire caught both of Morgan's hands with his right one and pinned them above his head. He used the other one to pull Morgan's hair, forcing his head back. Morgan let out a pained moan that made the vampire's eyes glow.
Morgan shivered when the vampire’s lips lightly touched his neck through the turtle neck shirt he was using. And grimaced when he ripped the turtle's neck with his teeths
That shit was expensive.
But it didn't matter now. He was about to die.
He was pinned against the wet grass by the man's weight. Hands being firmly holded above his head. The vampire's grasp in his curls was only gentle enough to not hurt.
The vampire’s lips were surprisingly warm against his naked neck.
He couldn't move. He was stuck in place, weak, unarmed and with his neck exposed so this vampire could do whatever he wanted with him.
The warm lips moved through the extension of Morgan's neck. Almost like the man was feeling his pulse with his mouth. It stopped on the side of his neck and pressed down a little harder. Morgan tensed when he felt the pointing teeths lightly scratch against the soft skin. Threatening to pirce it.
He felt a languidly lick on the place in his neck that he assumed the creature decided to bite.
“Any last words before you become my meal?” He whispered in his ear. His voice was deeper than it was before.
Well… fuck it. He was going to die anyway.
“Is this like- a weird sex thing for you?” Morgan deadpan asked.
The vampire paused. Then shifted to look directly in his eyes, baffled by the human’s question.
“What? No. No, what are you even talking about?” He asked, exasperated.
It was Morgan’s turn to shrug. “It's just that this is really looking like a weird sex thing.”
“Well, it isn't.” He said, definitely.
“I’m just saying,” Morgan continued, “you yourself said you're not hungry, so this can't be just another meal for you. And you also said my blood is not your type.”
“Okay, but it doesn't make this a sex thing. I can suck blood when I'm not hungry.” The vampire argued. “And I'm definitely not attracted to you.”
“Look,” Morgan opted to ignore his protest, “I have nothing against your ‘prey and predator’ kink, I just would rather if you didn't involve me without asking first if I wanted to participate.”
“Now you're just projecting. I don't have a prey and predator kink!” He insisted. Getting more exasperated as the argument continued. “And even if I had and this was a weird sex thing, which it isn't, it would definitely not involve you. Cause you're not even hot.”
…Now this is just plain rude.
“That's a matter of opinion.”
“It definitely isn't. You're the plainest, most average looking person I’ve ever seen in my life.”
“Well, now I really don't want any part in your weird sex thing.” Morgan scoffed.
“Is not a weird sex thing!” The vampire practically yells.
Making the vampire who has him completely defenseless mad probably wasn't the smartest ideia… but fuck if he cared. Annoying powerful people is like second nature for him and he's not going to stop now.
“Yeah, you're saying that, but you're the one pinning me down, ripping my clothes, pulling my hair and licking my neck.”
“I'm pinning you so you don't run. The shirt was on the way and I was just trying to get to your neck!”
“Okay, okay, seems reasonable. But what's up with you licking my neck?”
“That's- I- Ugh-”
“It sounds like a weird sex thing.”
“I- shut the fuck up. Is not a sex thing. It isn't.”
Morgan had enough with this argument so he decided to let the vampire “win”.
“Fine. If it is not a sex thing, then can you please not be this horny while killing me? It's getting awkward.”
The vampire sighed. “...Can you please just stop talking? You're killing the mood.” He asked, tired.
And Morgan shouldn't. He really shouldn't say anything and just be quiet so this all ends with the least painful death possible… but he also can't ignore the “killing the mood” line.
“...Okay, now you're just confusing me. Is this a weird sex thing or not?”
The golden eyes stared blankly at him.
The silence extended.
“I was just going to suck your blood quickly so I could go home faster… but now I want to see how many times I can bite you before you bleed to death.”
Yeah, fuck. Hmm. May as well dig himself deeper then. “That's kinky.”
And that was the last nail in his coffin.
The hand in his hair pulled harshly. The vampire’s teeths pressed that same spot in his neck.
He could feel every tooth. The way they slowly sank had to be deliberated.
A lot of people romanticize vampires and their bites. It's generally described as something sexy and exciting in the books. It's supposed to make you feel good and give you a thrill .
Morgan wants to find every single one of those people and kick their ass. Because being bitten by a vampire was a lot of things, but it's definitely not a good feeling or sexy. All he could feel was a sharp hot pain in his neck and the only thrill was his blood being sucked.
Fuck- fuck. It hurts more than he thought it would.
And thanks to his big mouth he would feel it many more times before dying.
He wasn't expecting for the vampire to suddenly pull away and… did this motherfucker just spit his blood?
Okay no. That's offensive as hell and Morgan had enough of this vampire’s bullshit.
“Hey! You son of bitch, what are you doing?” He yelled even as his vision doubled.
The vampire, on the other hand, was too busy spitting and coughing. Desperately trying to get this- this foul taste out of his mouth.
“What the fuck-” He coughed, “what the fuck is this? What the fuck is wrong with your blood?”
“What's wrong with my blood? Bitch, you literally tasted it before biting me. Why the actual hell did you bite me if you. didn't. like. it?” Anger burned hot in his veins.
“It didn't taste as bad when I licked a small amount. Just tasted like low quality. But this shit is rancid. ” The vampire made a disgusted face.
“Wow. Thank you. That's definitely something I wanted to hear from the vampire attacking me.” Morgan used the most sarcastic tone he could utter in the moment.
The vampire shivered, still able to feel the foul taste in his mouth. He never regretted sinking his teeths into something like he does now.
“But seriously, what is wrong with your blood? What the fuck is this?” He pointed to Morgan's whole, well, everything.
Morgan, finally seeing normal, realized his hands were free and used them to stop the bleeding.
“I'm sick.” Morgan mumbled. “The doctors called it anemia. There's some shit wrong with my blood or something like that, I didn't pay attention.”
“And you couldn't have told me that before violating my taste buds with your rancid blood?”
“Ain't no way you're blaming this on me- you're the vampire! You attacked me!” Morgan snapped.
“Yeah, and if I knew your blood was this shitty I wouldn't have bothered.”
Morgan stared daggers at the man in his lap. If looks could kill…
“Anyway,” The vampire ignored the lethal glare. “Are you taking something for this? You should take something for this. Like, this shit is nasty to drink, let alone having running through your body.”
Morgan huffed. What the fuck did this guy had to do with his shitty health? He literally tried to kill him not even 5 minutes ago. It's not like Morgan owed him an answer, but if he keeps talking he can't bite him again.
He doubted the vampire would try again though.
“No. I'm not taking anything. Doctors are expensive and I can't pay for treatment.”
The vampire seemed to consider some things.
“Alright. I'm setting up a doctor’s appointment for you.”
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What?
And that's how Morgan ended up with a very protective vampire named Alex making sure to drag his ass to doctor’s appointments and forcing him to take care of himself.
“Go to your appointment, Morgan!” Alex commanded.
“Nah.” Morgan didn't bother to look at his roommate.
“The sun will go down eventually.” Alex crossed his arms.
At least, now that Morgan had to stay in the sun to avoid being dragged around, he was getting more sun time. He didn't have much of this before becoming Alex's friend.
Morgan smirked at Alex, who was hiding in the shadows. “And when it does, it will be too late.”
Alex huffed. “Can you at least eat your vegetables?”
Morgan pretended to think. “Hmm… no. I don't think I will.” He said just to spite Alex. Annoying powerful people is still one of his favorite things and being his friend will not save Alex.
“Morgan, I swear, I will tie you up on a chair and make sure your mouth is so full your only option will be to swallow.” Alex threatened.
Morgan shouldn't. He really shouldn't… but he couldn't ignore this phrase.
“That sounds like a weird sex thing.”
“Morgan!”