𝙰 𝙵𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙾𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚗
𝐍𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐏.𝐎.𝐕.
Ashe ran away from the playground. With erratic breath, clouded mind, and a stout urge for blood, he reached Dewei's car and drove off. He was on a speed not fast yet not slow either. He very carefully drove off to the elder's apartment. As soon as he parked the car, he hastily got inside and all hell broke loose. His silverish grey hair gleaming in the dark apartment only lit by the moonlight that casts from the outside through the open windows. His whole being was screaming for blood. The man sat down on the couch, eyes closed while taking in slow steady breaths to calm himself down.
"𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗼𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗔𝘀𝗵𝗲. 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗳𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗶𝘁. 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀. 𝗖𝗮𝗹𝗺 𝗱𝗼𝘄𝗻." he had told himself like a mantra. He tried all his might to convince himself and push the undeniable desire to drink. Slow breaths, self-control slowly coming back. Only when he felt his fangs no more did he open his eyes, electric blue eyes resembling a blue crystal nowhere to be found and is already back to its usual hazel brown with an electric blue flash, silverish grey hair back to a raven one and its silverish grey streaks. He succeeded. He fought over his instincts and he won. He sighed in relief. All remnants of the alcohol and the club washing off of him.
The next day as he said, Dewei got home completely out of the club daze. The younger told him what had happened after they parted ways the night before. Dewei could only listen to him in awe, wondering how the younger man managed to overcome his natural calling. He could only imagine how much restraint the younger had put himself into. '𝘏𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥.' Dewei told himself.
Few days passed, and Ashe pushed the events at the back of his mind. He managed to find him a job. He is now a freelance model, courtesy of a man he had bumped into that night at the club, only needing to work whenever the other messaged Dewei. The salary is enough for his fair share of expenses whilst staying at the elder's apartment. It was also enough to let him buy a handphone so he will be directly in contact with the man who hired him without bothering Dewei.
He was on his way back to the apartment that was provided for him by the agency since he will be having shoots for the whole month and it was a hassle to go back and forth between the two cities. He had gone for today's photoshoot and finished late. Walking slowly as he approached a rather dim alleyway, he heard a thud. Curious as to what created the sound, he walked towards it. Hearing a staggered "𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗹𝗹?", he was alarmed, all senses on high sensitivity. As he neared the source of hustling materials and low growls, he smelt a sweet aroma, well too familiar for him even if it was only the second time he smelled the scent, was all over the place. Clearly aware of the changes happening to his appearance, he ran to where he sensed the smell coming from. Only to be greeted with a shorter female, all raven hair and jet-black eyes hungrily staring down a rather familiar female under her.
He saw the female reach for the female's neck, the one with a wound that was sending a sweet smell over his sensitive nose, he could sense that the bandages were now covered with more blood. She peeled off the bandages and sniffed on it. He knew what the raven haired was doing, he knew all too well what she just did, she was savouring the sweet smell of the female's blood. She then squeezed the bandages above her agape mouth and licked the few drops of blood that came from it, he was almost drooling by the sight of blood.
The lass tried to get the female off of her, squirming her way out to no avail. The raven haired only snarled at her making her squirm even more under her assailant. That was what snapped Ashe off of his blood lust haze, speedily running towards the duo. He pushed the woman off, cursing himself later for pushing the lady too hard. He saw her trying to stand up, though weakly. She growled at Ashe when she successfully did.
Ashe saw in his peripheral vision that the seated female turned her gaze towards him. Ashe growled louder than the female. It did not go unnoticed to him the glint of fear he saw on the latter's eyes before she blinked it away and dashed to some darker alley. He dared to look down to the lass on the ground. Their eyes met and he was held captive by the female's cat-like eyes. It took all his might to look aside the other's eyes only to land his gaze on her neck and gasped when he saw blood dripping from the wound there. He felt the familiar hunger cursing through his whole body. And before the brown-haired female could say anything, Ashe was already running away.
A few weeks passed and it was like fate was testing Ashe's decisions and self-control. In different locations and circumstances, he was always bumping into the brown-haired female being pounced by more of his people. He always ends up helping her and chasing his people away, for the time being. He knew all too well why no one had tried going against him, so far.
He knew all too well why they never tried challenging him. This was why he found it his advantage instead of the all too usual hate towards his own existence. He tried figuring out why he always ends up helping the young lady and chasing his people away. He tried figuring out why the lass had been frequently targeted. He tried figuring out why their paths always seem to cross, especially whenever the other needed help the most. He tried searching for answers to his questions but to no avail. Things are getting more and more strange the longer he stays in the city of Lethe.