Sanctity Of Blood, Fallen Artist [top 10 most read books in the world txt] 📗
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I took a deep breath. Fresh, breezy, early winter night air filled my lungs, and my stomach clenched. I could barely see from the bluriness in my vision. I needed blood. I needed it right away.
"Jayy?"
I heard a confused voice calling my name, and lifted my gaze to find Dahvie waving his hand in front of my face. We were surounded by fans. The sound of blood pumping trough their veins, was loudly echoing in my ears. Sweet enchanting scent made my body tremble, slowly taking my control away as it hypnotised me, making me want it more and more with each second slowly passing by. As desire started to fill my body, a quiet growl escaped my throat.I needed to get away from there. Quickly.
"Dahvie, I'm just gonna go make a quick phone call, see you at the bus."
He nodded, too busy signing things to look up.
"Bye, thank you guys for coming!"
I waved a quick goodbye over my shoulder, slowly walking away.
When I was completely sure I was out of their sight, I started running. Crazy desire kept agonizingly burning trough my body, spreading like fire combined with gas. Before I knew it, I found myself in the abanded part of the city.
I walked slowly and silently into the small, dark, alley, carefully listening to al the sounds breaking the
"perfect" night silence.
Soon, my body was alarmed by the sound of screaming and cries for help.
I quickly moved few blocks further, to find a buffed up man trying to rape a women.
As her nails scratched trough his skin, all of my thoughts, everything that was left of me, was replaced
by only one burning desire. Blood.
I growled loudly throwing the man onto the wall.
Woman's screams pulled me back to reality long enough for her to disappear behind the corner, right
before I stabbed my teeth into the guy's neck, and bit trough his flesh.
Warm, sweet liquid teased all of my sences, and made the fire inside of me, burn up more and more,
with just the right flame.
It kept making me tremble, and every sip was followed by the desperate need for more.
I didn't even notice when the screaming stopped, and I just threw his lifeless body on the ground.
Drunk
When I returned to the bus, I sighed in relief, realising I was alone. Dahvie must still be with the fans. Predictably, the corners of my mouth twitched ever so slightly at the thought of that stupid, familiar face.
"What the hell are you chuckling at?"
I flinched in suprise when I noticed that Dahvie sat next to me.
"Nothing, I just dozed off."
"We going out tonight?" Dahvie asked motioning for me to get up.
I sighed, feeling lazy, but obeyed anyway.
***
Four hours later.
I looked around the club.I had a terrible headache, and it was way too crowded for my taste. Seeing all the guys and girls around Dahvie really pissed me off, but realising he was drunk enough to actually do somthing regrettable, made me wanna scream.
"Dahvie, come on," I whined, "you're as drunk as it gets, let's just go home."
I begged, terribly worried. He has never gotten this drunk before, and he looked like he's gonna crash onto the floor any minute now.
""H-h-h-hey, I'm not drunk," he shouted in protest, struggling with words.
"Okay, you're not drunk," I lied, taking his hand and pulling him to the car.
"But I'm driving you home anyway."
"Whatever!" He sat and grumpily crossed his hands.
The ride home was silent, and I started feeling a bit guilty.
"Dahvie, you've always been straight, I just didn't want you to do something you would regret later." I mumbled my apology.
He just frowned, not looking away from the window. When we arrived, he just went to his room, not even bothering to look at me for one second. What the hell did I do? I thought angrily, but then remembered that he was drunk, and he could just have a problem with my face. Whatever. I thought sitting on the couch, and turning the tv on. He'll get over it in the morning. After an hour long, the most boring movie of my life, I yawned lazely, and looked trough the window. It was still really dark, but I didn't feel like going to sleep. I've heard something smash, and Dahvie stumbled out of his room. He sat next to me and turned the tv off. I just stood there, confused.
"No tv in the jungle!" He mumbled, and I started laughing so hard few tears escaped my eyes.
"W-what was that D-dahvie?" I asked holding my stomach. He frowned, punching my shoulder.
"You're not respecting the rules!" He cried, and I started lauging even harder.
"W-what the hell did you drink?" I asked trying to calm down.
He suddenly got really upset and started crying like it was the end of the world as we know it.
"Dahvie... No, no I'm sorry." I pulled him into a hug, feeling guilty, for not handeling the situation well. Suddnely, his mood was back to happy, and he started laughing even harder then me, not even 3 minutes ago. He was really starting to freak me out.
"Jayy..." He whispered.
"Yeah?" I asked nervously, afraid that I'm gonna make him cry again. He leaned in closer.
"I want a kiss!" He mumbled quietly. I just stood there schocked. He was actually giving me permission to kiss him! No! What the hell am I thinking? Rationality chased my hope away. I couldn't kiss him. He doesn't know what he's saying. How does that make me better that those other guys at the bar, I tried to protect him from? Still, behind my rationality, there was that strong burning temptation.
"Jayy, please?" Out eyes locked, and his face reflected passion, and strong desire, maybe even desperation. I leaned in even closer, and my body shivered at the touch of his warm breath on my lips. All of the rationality suddenly disappeared , as I gently pressed our lips together. I closed my eyes, placing my hand on his cheek, and slowly sliding it down his neck. My heart was going crazy, I could feel it beating angrily, like it's trying to burst out of my chest. It felt like the world stopped. He licked my bottom lip, and I granted him enterance, still not fully aware of what was happening. As our tounges battled, I gently pulled him down, and sat on the top of him. He slid his fingeres under my shirt, moving his hands up my chest, and stopping at my niple. I moaned as he gently circled it with his fingers. My pants became too tight.
"Two can play that game!" I said, passionately kissing down his neck, feeling the beautiful, enchanting scent of his blood. I ran my hands down his chest, and then up his thigh. He was breathing heavily, and when I repeted it, I knew I got my revenge, as I felt him getting just as exited. Suddnely, he just pushed me away, and got up running into the bathroom.
"Dahvie?!" I chased after him, feeling worried. When I ran in, the sight strongly punched me in the stomach. He was throwing up. He was throwing up, because he got way too drunk. It made me realise what could have happened. I almost used him! I thought punching the wall. Never mind, he can hate me later, but right now, he needs help.
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