Thread: Bloodthirsty

The sound of the man's words were soothing, yet terrifying at the same time. No, he wouldn't trade places with his mother under any circumstance. He wouldn't have her here. He was right, she would have fought and struggled, the same way she would in her search for him. He looked at the other as he dove into the history of their people, an image of a pure line of killers, creating kingdoms and wiping out groups of the human race at a time. There must have been a way for them to fight the immortal beings, it was the way those sort of things worked out. However, he hadn't known vamp... or Tenebrosi, as they called themselves, to group together in such a way. He didn't know why they would create laws to keep the creation of their kind few, unless they were worried about the supply of blood. He wondered if James had found his blood when he had donated. He looked confused, unbelieving when told that he was a long ancestor of those with blood to sate the pure-bred like Amador. His initial reaction was to laugh at him, thinking that this was just fun for him after being alive for so long, teasing humans like him into believing that they weren't going to be killed and then brutally murdering them. Though, his memory brought him back to the encounter downstairs with the woman Selena who Istillo had handled so roughly because she had 'just wanted a taste.' He frowned as he looked to the man, certain things making sense. He had been told stories about how insane it had been when his grandparents and their grandparents had met. They had been chance encounters, once in a lifetime, and they had fallen in love and had children. His parents were similar. If it's my blood then why didn't you take my mother or father or someone before me? he asked him. If James had found his bloodline why hadn't they struck immediately, or when he was younger to raise him into believing this way of life and being a docile pet? Why was he going through all of this for one boy? He was willing to change everything for his liking. Why wouldn't he simply take him from his bed and force him to be his personal blood bank for as long as he lived? Why are you treating me with suck kindness? You, James and Istillo. If I am meant for you then why do you care about me? Why have you given me so much and treated me so well for this short time if all you are going to use me for is my blood? he asked him, hoping it wouldn't end soon, and that he didn't mind the questions. He knew more would arise, though his brain was thoroughly numbed from what had already happened. So much was being dropped on him at one time, his emotions didn't know what to do with so much information. He was my doctor when I broke my wrist! he exclaimed suddenly, figuring out how James was familiar to him. He had wondered why he had felt so calm and relaxed around him. But he didn't have red eyes he said, knowing that for a fact. You couldn't easily hide blood red eyes in a profession such as a doctor. He wanted to know if he would be able to see the male again, to talk to him and just be around him. He was kind and he gave off an air that made him very comfortable to be around. He looked at the other nervously when the hand was outstretched towards him. He sucked in a deep breath and left the safety of his chair, taking the hand, his pulse jumping suddenly as his clear eyes looked into the others dark ones. Will licked his lips nervously, getting closer to him so that he was standing directly in front of him. He knew that the other could feel the blood coursing through him, and could even smell it, which was strange to him. Will it hurt? he asked softly, speaking of the other drinking from him. Some writers said it would, others, said it would feel exhilarating, like a high. He certainly hoped for the latter. Are you going to drink from me now? he asked, his voice hoarse as he spoke. Fear filled every cell of his body as he watched the powerful male, wondering if he was going to be trapped in this room for the rest of his life. Certainly the house. He didn't see leaving here any time soon, though if he could roam around the house and surrounding area he might be able to at least cope with being here.