He was quiet in response. His eyes flicker nervously around the back of the truck, and he murmurs lightly, "I'm sorry; I should've told you. I didn't think it would kill you since I have no wolf."
Sebastian sighed softly, and he pinched his nose, hoping to ease the throbbing in his head. He tried to restrain the anger that seemed to consume him at this moment.
He swallowed hard and said lightly, but the biting tone was there. "I understand your reasons. Please tell me next time if there's something this important. I don't care how insignificant it seems; tell me."
Atlas swallowed hard, looking nervous like he's about to ask him something. "How are you feeling?"
Sebastian grunted roughly, "Terrible. My head and neck ache like hell."
Sebastian scanned him from top to bottom. Atlas's eyes seemed dim and exhausted. He probably didn't get enough sleep from last night.
He was wearing the shirt that was fraying on the edges, his black hair tousled with thick curls, but he could see a hint of green leaves sticking in his hair.
Sebastian mused that when he gets home, he'll make sure Atlas takes a bath and scrubs the dirt off him, hoping to get rid of the stench that clings to him from being out in the forest.
Sebastian slipped out of the truck with the door shut behind him. He walked toward Miles, who looked at him curiously. His innocent blue eyes reminded him of the fawn that he killed to satisfy his hunger, unaware of the terrible danger it was in.
Sebastian looks at the water jug that remains empty in his hand and asks lightly, "What happened there?"
Miles's lips twitched into a crooked smile. "I used all of it about a week ago. I thought I had some gas left."
The most apparent emotion that flickers across his face is displeasure. Why does one problem lead to another problem?
He murmured with aggravation that it continues to grow like a sprouting seed. He tilted his head and said lightly, "You're coming with me. I know where there's a spot where you can get some fresh water."
His lips turned into a cocky smirk. "But you'll be carrying it."
Miles nodded his head in agreement, "Alright."
Sebastian headed back to the truck and banged on the window lightly. Atlas cracked down the dark window halfway, only seeing half of his face in the shadows. His face scrunched in confusion, he asked curiously, "What is it?"
Sebastian gives him a heads-up about what he's going to do. "Miles and I are going to get some water. Wait for me till I get back."
Atlas asked, "Do you want me to come?"
Sebastian shook his head and replied lightly, "No. It shouldn't be too hard."
He was about to leave and head down to the pond where he saw early when he was walking with Atlas.
Miles and he walked down past a couple of trees, bushes, and puddles where they saw an obscured pond due to the thick, tall bushes that lorded over the pond from across his eyes.
Sebastian started to feel funny in his body. The sensation of his sticky, soaked clothes sticking to his body is an uncomfortable feeling like something is wrapping around his limbs. It shouldn't be possible. When is the last time I sweated this heavily?
Sebastian glanced up, and he was hit by a sweet, rich, spicy scent of an aroma that made his nose flare with a hunger that was so consuming that his vision almost turned pitch-black.
He realized with an alarming notice that he had pinned Miles by the throat against the dark, rough tree behind his back. His hand had clenched tightly into his shoulder, where he couldn't buckle off if he wanted to.
Miles's eyes, which had been pure blue and easy-going, now turned wide with dread and confusion, unable to comprehend what just had happened. His face had turned pale and white. Without a word, his mouth was about to open and scream.
Sebastian used his other free hand and closed his mouth with swift movements, not giving him a chance to voice his scream.
His clammy hands closed against his mouth and demanded harshly and warned. "Keep quiet. Scream, and I'll promise you that you'll regret it."
Miles's eyes closed in fear, which was written all over his face, and he nodded with jerked movements under his palm.
Sebastian smiled softly, hoping to ease the man's fears, but he could tell it wasn't working in the slightest due to the fear that rolls off the man in waves.
Sebastian slowly moved away his hand, watching for any movement that he's about to do something, such as screaming.
He could see Miles's throat that swallowed hard and his slim neck arched backward, where he tried to recoil from him, but he refrained from it. He stayed near the large tree, which is probably the only thing that helps him stand on his shaky knees.
Miles tried to open his mouth, but could only stutter through his words. His eyes wide like a saucer. "W—What a—are you? Your eyes are red."
Sebastian didn't say anything in response. His mind was thinking about what just happened. Why did he just try to attack him mindlessly without realizing it? Good thing he was able to pull himself back before he did something stupid.
Sebastian wasn't aware that the iris around his black pupils turned a dark crimson and his hunger had surged once again. His teeth are a sharp reminder that he's hungry, and he could feel the prickle of the pointed teeth growing beneath his gums.
Sebastian slowly walked with a predatory grace and effortlessly lifted his fingers before his lips curled into a sinister grin. "Shhh… Don't be afraid. No matter what happens, I want you to be silent and not move until I tell you otherwise."
Miles's eyes had a sort of haziness like someone in a trance under a spell. He whispered in a soft tone in a robotic voice, obeying its master. "Yes. I will be silent. I won't move or scream."
Sebastian slowly stopped before him, where he could hear the sound of his heart slowing to a slow, calm pace.
Sebastian raised his fingers and trailed them over his pale, slim neck and whispered lightly under his breath, not expecting anyone to hear him since they were alone in this forest. "Why am I so hungry lately, despite the fact that I just had fed?"
Sebastian slowly bent his head down and ran his tongue over his sharp teeth, waiting in expectation for the taste of delicious and gratifying blood that would satisfy this hunger deep that gnawed at him.
Sebastian slowly feels the sharp edge of his teeth penetrating the soft, warm flesh in contact with his teeth. His teeth sink further into the warm flesh where he could literally taste the sweet blood that slowly flows through his mouth.
He doesn't know how long he had done this for; he had taken blood from hundreds of people throughout his five hundred years without any remorse or regret because it's in his nature to feed. He doesn't even remember some of their faces. He'd been desensitized throughout the years, becoming even more callous, and his heart had hardened over the years.
Sebastian swallowed each gulp of the blood that flowed through the man. Miles's hand remained lying still by his side, not moving at all, trapped under the compulsion. Sebastian could feel his body swaying to the side as he realized he had taken too much blood from his body.
With hundreds of years of practice, his teeth slid out of the flesh, making a soft, bearable sound. Sebastian could feel the growing chill that runs through his skin due to the cold breeze.
The silence was audible, except for the shallow breathing. He needs to hurry and get home. He licked his lips that had the residual blood left.
Sebastian stared deeply into Mile's eyes and ordered lightly, but the demand was audible in his tone. "Forget any of this. We walked through the forest and took some water, nothing unusual and out of sorts. Understand?"
Miles nodded his head as he repeated his words, "I never remember any of this. We walked through the forest and gathered water."
Sebastian tilted his head with a beaming grin, "Yeah. That's right. Let's go get some water."
They walked toward the pond, where Miles was slightly unsteady on his foot, each step a tremor. Sebastian watched him kneel to his ankle and gather some water into the water jug, clear, crystalline water pouring from the pond.
Sebastian and Miles headed back in the direction of the truck. Sebastian noticed a red mist from the corner of his eye. He realized it was lingering blood on his neck that slowly slid down from the two distinct puncture wounds, appearing as a small, red mark.
Sebastian replied lightly, "You should wipe your neck. There's a mosquito right there."
Miles turned to him with confusion on his face, unaware of the truth behind his words. "Uhh. I didn't feel any mosquitoes."
His hand raised to his neck and looked for any mosquito but found none. Regardless, it was enough to rid the last trace of blood.
Sebastian burst out in a light-hearted chuckle and joked lightly. "Just kidding. There's no mosquito."
Miles laughed in response, thinking it was just a friendly joke. "That's a good one."