Continuation of Benji's POV:
I teleported without hesitation from Vanitas. I was determined to take myself out of the equation and force him to face his demons ALONE. I took to a familiar alley that was always in shadows during the day. At least this time of the year. I sat down on a crate by an empty dumpster and put my head into my hands. A ringing went off in my head. It was a burning sensation creeping down the back of my throat. I was devoured by the powerful emotions as he called for me to return. I could hear his voice as if he was standing beside me. My chest swelled around my broken heart. I was shaking now as I fought through my instincts to return to him.
'Get back here. NOW!'
The scent of blood spilt in the air as I was now crying. I kept fighting as I looked out at the sun lit streets. The temptation to walk them hit me as I thought about committing suicide before going back to him. It was shortly lived as a temptation for him drove me mad. If I go back to him I will continue to be reminded of how he acted towards her. So cold. So heartless in the end. He deserves to face her wrath alone.
Maybe they'll fight.
What if she kills him?
It was hard to tell a dragon king no.
Especially if you're mated to one. It was like dancing with the fires of hell. I was being tormented for disobeying him. Every bone in my body wanted to dance to his commands. I was in agony as I focused my eyes on the bright alley and aimed on fighting through it. For nothing is far worse than burning from the light.
I won't go back until they're done fighting.
It'll be safer for me to stay out here on the streets.
I got to my feet but fell over as my knees buckled. I was weaker than usual. My mind was spinning as I couldn't decide where to go. I was beginning to spiral. Blood seeped out of my eyes with my scent spilling into the air of fresh blood.
'Vanitas,' I thought weakly.
I couldn't resist as I called for him to come find me. How could I be so weak? I should've stayed there and slept until dark.
'Where are you?' His voice echoed through my mind. 'It's DAYTIME are you stupid?' I felt my body temperature rising as the sun crept into the alley and my mind shifted to wonder... Had I been off on the daylight's path here?
'Vanitas help,' I begged as I tried to think hard on where I was to try to explain to him how to find me but my thoughts were merging together right as ALL I thought about was the creeping sunlight getting closer to my body.
Shadows crept over my body suddenly as I was covered by a thick trench coat. A human's scent filled my lungs that was sweet, pure, and floral scented. It was a man's scent who was in his early twenties. I could smell the man's home, the path he traveled, the hospital he spent time in, the lab equipment he used, the needle's metal scent he pricked, and bandaged his hand with. I could even smell the synthetic blood flavors that were stuck even though the coat had been dry cleaned twice.
"What are you doing?" I heard the human asking me out of concern. "You're gonna be bacon by lunchtime. Can you stand?" He asked. "I can't carry you, get up and lean on me."
"What kind of human are you?" I asked softly as he helped me stand up and I leaned my body into his. I was sweating under the cloak of the coat. He was leading me somewhere as I felt the safety of a building's shield from the sun. The cool air of an A/C hit my back as we sought refuge in an building's back entrance. We stood in a run down hallway leading toward the lobby. I couldn't hear a sound as the whole residency seemed to be missing.
My mind fell blank as I felt the world spinning around me. Things were becoming difficult to focus on and I could barely stay awake now that I was safe.
"Come on," he urged as he held me up against the wall. "Stay awake just a bit longer." He was in no shape to try to carry me anywhere in fact he was panting from the little length he went to get me here. Wherever here is I don't know.
"I can't," I pleaded as I felt my back slipping down the wall.
"No, stop!" He yelled and grabbed his mouth as if ashamed of yelling here. He pulled me off the wall and I was flung forward as he caught me with his back. He wrapped my arms around his neck as he began to drag me. "Just a bit further..."
"Who are you?" I asked in a panic.
'Where are you?' Vanitas' rumbling echoed through my mind.
'I don't know!'
"WHO ARE YOU?" I asked again as I noticed the human wouldn't answer me back. My mouth ached as I thought about slashing his throat open with my bare hands and draining him. My mind throbbed from the naughty thoughts of murder beckoned me.
"Just a bit further," the human told me as he dragged me toward an out of order sign dangling over the staircase. "You'll be safe here. Nobody uses these stairs."
"Whoa," I said as I dug my heels into the ground. "What the hell its out of order!"
"Relax. I hung that sign up months ago so I could avoid people," he told me as he chuckled. "We don't have much further. My place is only a couple stories up top."
He drug me up the flight of stairs there were no windows and the lights barely worked. Eventually we stopped on what seemed like the last floor we could reach where he took me down the hall to a single door. It was the only door on the floor. He unlocked it with keys and invited me inside. The place smelled like his, his human scent was covering everything. He hung his trench coat up on a hook and locked the door with several locks covering the whole length of it. As if that would help protect him from someone like me.
The moment he turned around I had him pinned up against the door. The secure darkness of the stairwell had somehow rejuvenated me. I leaned in toward his neck as I exposed my teeth and hesitated to breach his skin until I realized... I had no fangs. I slammed my lips against his skin as I began to suck on his flesh. He shoved me back slightly as he pulled out a pocket knife from his trench coat pocket and hovered it over his wrist when he opened it.
"Do you want some?" He offered as he started for me. I backed up suddenly freaked out as I got a bad sense from him. I tripped over my own feet as I fell into the floor. He leaned down as he looked at me in excitement. The only few I ever know to be so willing to give blood are the ones hooked in the blood cartel houses. Judging by his scent I can determine he works for someone in the blood cartel. I'm sure he makes synthetic blood, he smells like a doctor of sorts and he even has that junk food smell on him. Who is he? A human that makes synthetic blood for us vampires? How rare! "Come on, it's going to waste. You can rest up here during the day too. For a price."
It's always prices for these fuckers.
"How much?" I asked.
"No, I don't need money from you."
"What then?"
"You're my type," he whispered.
Type.... Type? Did he want... sex... from me?
"Who are you?"
"My name is Damien," he told me in a soft spoken voice as if trying not to scare me away. He was a five-ten handsome many. He had auburn colored curls shaped around his face with dark hazel colored eyes. His face was peppered in freckles and they reddened the more he looked at me as silence entered the room. He had on a white t-shirt and dark blue jeans, no creative style what so ever. He was actually fairly cute. Soft skin and soft features. He was healthy for a human and my eyes did curiously want to see what else he looked like underneath his pants. Blood for sex? My throat was dry enough to not refuse this proposal. "So what's yours?"
"Benji," I whispered as I eyed his wrist over hungrily. It was going to waste, he was right.
"So do we have a deal?" He asked me.
I nodded as I grabbed his hand and pulled him to the floor with me. I bit down into his wrist as I gnawed at the skin to break it open even more. The fresh blood spilt into my mouth and consumed me in a high as I could taste the life draining from him. There was nothing delicious about this blood, he was too easy to catch for me. No excitement of gambling money away. This was practically free. I could feel him trembling in pain as his eyes refused to watch me. He was instead looking behind me.
Every gulp hooked me to drain him, kill him, take another life. There was that sensation of killing that thrilled me whenever I drunk live blood. Even if I lacked fangs the feeling was still there.
I have to pull away.
I cannot kill him.
I must fight this...
His hand bunked my forehead suddenly as he knocked me away from his wrist. I was hissing as I licked every last drop off my face. My eyes vibrated. My cock throbbed in my pants. It was only from how much blood was overwhelming my body. It was pushed fast to my cock.
"Stop, that's too much," he told me. He looked uneasy as if he was a bit freaked out I did not have fangs to begin with. Usually if a vampire doesn't have fangs it means that in our society we were punished for something unforgivable and this was a way to shame a vampire. He slipped his hand up underneath my turtle neck and pulled it up across my chest to expose my fit body. He looked up for a brief permission before pulling out my ready-to-go cock that was quite impressive throbbing at his touch.
He leaned down as he rubbed the tip with his thumb. His eagerness was certain to me then as I smelled he was also turned on. His heart rate sped up as he went to wrap his lips around my cock. I grabbed his wrist quickly and licked to heal his wound to stop the blood shed. My saliva worked as an instant cream to stop the bleeding and began working to heal his wound. He lowered his head down my shaft and I closed my eyes as I leaned back in pure bliss. His moans began to echo against my cock as he forced himself to push down until I was rubbing against the back of his throat. His mouth began to slide up and down it, pleasing me as he went.
My mind boggled as I began to sense goosebumps crawling against my skin. Slowly I had flashes of dark green eyes staring, as if watching me. My cock began to squirt into his mouth as I unleashed a load and felt my cock falling.
"What the hell?" I heard him complaining as he pulled away. "How am I supposed to ride that? Hey! Get that thing back up," he told me angrily. I opened my eyes as he smacked my stomach. "You don't look like a sub. Are you submissive or something?" I looked down to see my cock shrunk and limp. Some sort of odd occurrence for me. Never have I came so quickly and couldn't get it back up. I reached down and began to stroke it to try to wake it back up to life. I watched as Damien seemed to have some realization on his face as he began to chuckle.
"A vampire that can't last more than a minute?" He asked with a laugh. I frowned as I felt that striking me personally. I felt it twitch a little but still stay flat. He grabbed my hips and suddenly flipped me. "I didn't really have this in mind when we first met. But, I don't want to be the only one having a good time. I suppose this will do," he said as he yanked my pants down to my knees and forced my ass into the air. I heard his pants get unzipped as his dick pressed suddenly up against my entrance. His hand reached down and a slimy texture was smeared across the entrance before being puked into the rim of my ass.
I knew then he was using my cum as a lubricate. He leaned forward with his hips and suddenly thrusted inside. I yelled as I was ripped inside roughly when he pushed all the way inside until he was balls deep. I smelled my blood as a fierce pain was ripping inside my lower body. I could feel it tightening in restraint as if resisting him being inside me. He moaned loud as he noticed it happening and tried to pull out only to trust back in idiotically.
"So good," he moaned. "I don't usually do this..." He trained off as he sounded impressed by me. "You're so tight, Benji. Stop clenching and relax." He rubbed my thighs before giving me a hard smack that sent me down into the floor. "Relax," he warned me again. "Ease up... My dick is going to fall off at this rate. You'll have plenty of me you little sub."
I felt tears falling against my face as pain was all I could feel. It was the first time ever I couldn't feel pleasure from sex. It wasn't even because he was too rough. He was a human, humans are never rough... It was something else. My chest was tightening on me like something was gripping it. I felt him pull out at last as he flipped me over and made me look at him.
"Are you crying?" He asked me as he looked concerned suddenly. "Hey... Hey, stop crying. Are you a virgin or something?" He asked as he looked a bit freaked out by me. He began to whip my cheeks off as he looked utterly bad now. "Benji, you-" He was quiet as a thunderous banging came from the door as someone was knocking frantically. He yanked his pants on and went to his trench coat to grab the gun from it and aimed it at the door as he slowly went over to the eye hole to look out of it. I yanked my clothes on frantically as I had a feeling who was on the other side of the door suddenly. My heart raced as his scent leaked through the door... Vanitas?