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‘Shit. Shit. Shit. No. No. No.’ His words come out on a rush of anxiety and adrenaline, ‘Axel? Can you hear me?’
Axel’s body is floppy in Victor’s grip as he desperately tugs at his shoulders. As if he can somehow shake the life back in. Even in Axels half closed eyes Victor can see that kind heart that he adored. Axel moves his lips. Victor cranes his head forward, puts his ear close. But no words escape.
‘I didn’t mean.’ Victor stammers.
Those lips twitch into the faintest of smiles. With his remaining strength Axel raises a hand and puts it to Victor’s cheek. The contact is oh so brief before his hand falls away and lands on the rug with a deadening thump, leaving behind it a bloodied print and a deep sense of shame.
Axel’s beautiful eyes unfocus. His skin bone pale.
The cry that Victor makes is guttural and raw. It comes from somewhere deep inside of him, it hollows him out, leaves his ribs aching. Axel’s smile. The look in his eye. His stupid goofy jokes, Victor could not go on without experiencing them again.
‘I’m so sorry.’ He sobs into Axel’s chest.
But sorry’s wouldn’t save him. Only one thing could. Victor tore at his wrist with his teeth. The sharpness of his fangs easily break the skin and instantly his blood swells to the surface. He holds the wound to Axel’s mouth. Begs him to drink. Damn the consequences.
He dare not breath whilst he waits. He watches the blood smeared lips urging them to open and let the precious liquid in. Victor prays with all his might, makes a hundred promises and more to God of things he will do, if he were just allowed this. Just this one time. He begs to not be the monster that robs the world of this bright light.
It seems that for once God listens and Axel opens his mouth, lets the blood trickle between his lips. Victor can start breathing again. He watches as the colour returns to his love and Axel sucks at his wrist with vigour. Victor winces. But it is a delightful pain.
There will be trouble for this. The rules are very clear. But how could Victor live another eternity and never hear Axel’s beautiful laugh again?
The room begins to go in and out of focus and his mind swam. Axel had taken a lot. Perhaps too much. He struggles with axel’s vice like grip on his wrist, finally freeing himself. He falls back on to the rug. Axel beside him, his eyes still closed. But he is no longer deathly pale. Axel stirs, groans in pain. It was working. Victor pulls him up into his arms, holds him close against his chest, made soothing noises and places gentle kisses against his forehead.
It was going to be a long night.