Thread: Bloodthirsty

Will's eyes went wide when the thermometer suddenly flew across the room towards the head of Istillo. He didn't know for sure but he assumed that if it had been closer the male could have moved out of the way of the hurtling plastic. An apologetic look went towards him when red eyes were narrowed at him, not wanting for him to be mad or upset with him. He had no idea that the doctor would react in such a way. Stop, please he pleaded softly with the male giving a full lecture to the bronze haired man. He looked relieved when he stopped his angry speech, none of his touches doing more than tickling him until they moved to the left side of his rib cage. A slight inhale was all it took but he felt the bruise there, eyes widening when he realized what the other would think. No! It wasn't his men, Max felt like showing off last week and threw me on the ground and kicked my ribs. See, it's going away he said, showing the slight yellowed tint of skin that indicated the healing bruise. The thought of danger never came into his mind when he had leaned in to kiss the male, forgetting occasionally about the danger of their species, though the bright eyes always reminded him. He didn't see the comment about his being cute, for it no doubt would have brought a deep flush to his face. His blue eyes followed the movements of the doctor as it looked as if he asked for permission to tell him about the man. Amador , it was a strange name and it simply rolled off the others tongue, though it seemed as if it was an uncomfortable topic. The thought of a lord was something new as well. It was if they lived back in the medieval times where rulers were born and not chosen by the people and it seemed that was exactly what was going on. His fingers moved when he was touched, feeling the soft, strong, and cold hands of the doctor. He was gentle, and it was easy to believe he had been a doctor before with the way he was around him, being a 'patient', and even the way he was around the other vampire, his well being taking over his subordinate position below the other. His own death was exactly what he had thought at the others comment, his pulse jumping in fear. The following words did little to help him, feeling alone when he had turned and Istillo spoke again. It was clear he didn't have a choice in the matter, rising as if in a trance and following after the male. He licked his lips as he followed the larger male, the trip seeming like an eternity, praying that he wouldn't be terrible. The other vampires seemed, afraid? Was that the word he was looking for. They were obviously respectful of the man, though if that was forced because his higher status he didn't know. Being lost in his own mind helped speed the time, watching the large wooden door open slowly, as if to build suspense, like in a movie where you kept telling the character to stop, turn around and leave the house, though for some reason into the creepy house he went. That was what Will felt, like he should leave but couldn't, forced into a situation he wasn't prepared for. He didn't know what to expect in the situation. All he knew was that this was their leader, and he wanted him but not to eat him, at least, not yet. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath before opening them and entering the lavish room, searching and finding the face that was also his new master, keeping most emotion off of his face, though fear came through as would be expected. He didn't speak, watching the other who was looking over him, wondering if this was the way slaves felt when they were being sold at auction. James had said that he was the one, but what if he had been wrong? What if this male decided he wasn't what he wanted had handed him over to the vampires downstairs? Would he last even an hour more? He wondered what it would feel like for many pairs of teeth to sink and rip through his flesh, screaming until he passed out. His attention snapped back to the present when pain shot through him and the metallic taste of blood filled his mouth. He didn't realize he had been biting his bottom lip, now a small cut that was leaking blood onto his tongue. He swallowed it, not even thinking about spitting it out on the plush carpet, his toes wiggling and feeling it's softness. He licked the cut, the bleeding slowing as the blood started to clot and create a small scab on the inside of his mouth, his attention finally moving back to the larger male who commanded the space with little effort, hoping he didn't look too scrawny and pathetic in front of him.