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There’s no denying that purebloods have perfect noses. Sense-wise.
Well, of course, physically too, duh, but that’s besides the point.
Win has a perfectly keen sense of smell, able to accurately pinpoint and distinguish thousands of scents from one another miles away. As is expected for the pure bloodhound that he is.
Hence, it’s no surprise that he’s able to find her out of the sea of ugly scents--sweat, vomit, piss, alcohol, dust, shit, and whatever abominable substance is assaulting his hypersensitive olfactory nerves in this goddamn mess of a concert. He scrunches his nose, attempting to block out the other foul odours in order to concentrate on finding hers.
She’s not too far off. His mouth waters at the thought of being able to sink his teeth against her neck, to have a taste of the delicacy running through her veins-- just a tiny bit, just enough to quench the thirst he’s had since his last encounter of their rare type.
AB-Negative and Rh-Negative-- his favourite.
He spots her not too far off from where he’s standing. She’s leaning on a pillar, spewing her guts out, and he cringes slightly.
Well, the rank stench would probably take away from the feeding experience, but he won’t mind it all that much, if it means he gets to indulge in the delicacy that is her blood.
He straightens himself, ruffling his hair and arranging the feather-like designs on his red suit--better make a good impression first--before he glides over, only to stop dead in his tracks.
Goddammit!
Win curses inwardly, his fangs gnawing at his bottom lip as he glares at the handsome man with his hair slicked back, wearing a navy blue suit standing opposite to the girl, handing her a packet of tissues and a water bottle. He boils with anger as he watches him help her steady.
Again!?
Steam blows out of his ears, and he continues to sizzle with fury for a few more seconds before he schools his expression into one of (fake) calm and serenity. He approaches them, interrupting their conversation.
“Hello,” he smiles, deliberately hiding his fangs. “Are you alright?”
At that, the girl looks up, her face reddened from having already one hot guy talking to her and helping her throughout her regurgitation session, but then another hot guy comes along to say hello to her-- fuck. Did she eat something today? Why is she tripping? What the fuck did she do in her past life to deserve to be graced with these men’s presence? And yet also be subject to the embarrassment of gracing them with her presence when she’s on the process of spewing her guts out?
Despite the rampant thoughts that whirl around in her mind, she nods.
“Ah, hi! Yes, I’m--”
“She’s alright, Win. I’ve got this.”
“Oh, P’Bright! I almost didn’t see you there!” Win says, lips curving into a bitter smile.
A perfect eyebrow rises.
“Oh, really?”
“Well, you are kind of short, Phi. I was looking ahead. No offense, though,” Win lies, eyes glowing with mirth.
“I’m only shorter than you by 2 cm, Win,” Bright says. “And, none taken. What I lack in height I compensate for in something else--impressively, in fact. I’m not sure whether you’ll be able to relate.”
At that, Win sputters, ears turning a nasty pink at the implication. “Ugh, you.. Gah! Anyway, what the hell are you doing here? Again!?”
“No, what are you doing here? Council says not to prey for the time being. You know how many hunters are starting to prowl around the vicinity; It’s not safe. Did you not listen? Or do you just have poor hearing?”
“My hearing’s fine, thank you very much. And if the Council says so, then why are you doing the exact same thing?”
“I’m not.”
“Really? Then why are you using your hypnosis over the poor girl, here?”
At that, Bright pauses, pursing his lips as he glances back at her.
“I don’t have an ulterior motive for using it on her. I just wanted to help.”
The girl stares at them, going silent. She’s feeling kind of dizzy again, watching these two devilishly handsome men fighting over her(?). How does she break it to them, that although they’re inhumanly good-looking and all, that she can’t accept either of their advances because she’s happily(?) taken?
Bright frowns at Win, whose eyes are beginning to turn red, the urge to hypnotise already thrumming behind his pupils, aching to lock his gaze on the girl’s--to capture her, to have her limp in his arms, so he can have a taste.
But Bright, this rude asshole, just had to get to her first. He grits his teeth. “Alright fine, I’ll disregard the fact that you stole--”
“I found her first, Win.”
Win scratches his head. “Okay, fine, that you got to my prey first and I propose--”
“Can you stop talking about her like she’s just food? She’s still in front of you, you know.”
“It’s not like she’ll remember,” Win huffs. “But stop interrupting! I want to propose that we… You know, just… Share?”
What little blood he has in his body climbs to his face, rendering them a hot, nasty shade of red,
At this point, the girl’s about to faint at the man’s words. Wait, what? What the fuck are they talking about?
“No.”
“Dude, I know now’s a very inopportune time, but she’s a rarity, and not to mention, an absolute delicacy, but I’ll only take a little bit! it’s my first treat in like, months, you know?” Win stops, then purses his lips, snarling at the older vamp. “Oh, what the hell, you do know. You’re the reason why I’ve been so hungry these past few months. Why do you deliberately keep taking every single prey from me? Is it that fun to see me grovel for food?”
Bright’s eyes widen at that. He opens his mouth, then closes it. He gulps before he finally blurts out:
“That is not my intention.”
Win scowls, before he turns his gaze back on her. He attempts to lift away Bright’s hypnosis on her, but the man stops him by putting a hand on his shoulder. “Win, stop.”
“P’Bright,” Win moans, annoyed. “I’m starving. And only her blood can quench the ache inside me. Move.”
“I said no,” Bright says focusing a glare on the younger vamp.
“Fuck, do you want me to beg?” he grips a hand on his hair. “You want me to go down on my knees and say please? Because, to be honest, I’m so hungry I could die. Please. Just a tiny, little sip. That’s all I ask.”
Bright appears to contemplate it seriously for a short moment, and Win takes notice of the way he juts out his bottom lip and narrows his eyes before he finally shakes his head, albeit somewhat painfully.
“Council will come for you.”
“So? They won’t if they don’t know,” Win says as he attempts to reach for the now-frightened girl. Bright pulls him away before he has a chance to make contact with her warm flesh.
Bright frowns. “I’ll tell on you.”
“Go ahead!” Win scoffs, “I’ll deal with all of you. Ha! Like a stupid, shitty Vampire Council would scare me.”
“No. Stop it,” Bright says, and he’s got a serious look in his eyes, which glow dangerously as Win glares back at him ferociously. He realises their faces have gotten closer to one another during their little argument, and now they’re only inches apart--close enough that Win can feel Bright’s hot breath against his lips, and he unconsciously bares his fangs as a delicious scent hits him.
He shakes his head to stop its assault on his senses, before it grips him entirely and he does the unthinkable. He looks away and gulps.
“Move. I’m hungry,”
“Win, I..” Bright’s expression slowly turns hesitant. He lets out a huge breath as he begins to speak.
“I don’t like it when you--”
The girl suddenly vomits again, and both vampires turn to look at her, concerned. Win instinctively moves away from Bright, and goes over to the girl, holding her up as she pales. On the other hand, the older vampire attempts to strengthen his control over her urge to vomit, which had wavered slightly during their little argument, thus leading to another round of retching.
“Hey, are you okay?” Win asks. His nose scrunches as it takes in the acidic smell of partially digested Hawaiian Pizza and coke. “Oh, shit. You’re anemic. You shouldn’t be out here so late at night without anyone to look after you. You’re so pale. Not to mention, you’ve got big circles under your eyes.”
The girl shakily gives him a thumbs up. Her heart beats wildly in her chest as she inches away from him slowly. What the fuck is up with these guys? Blood? Vampires?
She finds herself becoming scared. Two cosplaying nutjobs--one in a red suit with feathers and the other in an obnoxiously handsome blue suit-- who may or may not be deluding themselves from reality by immersing themselves in their ridiculous vampire role-play really had to approach her, out of all these goddamned people? Is this some sort of sex fantasy or extreme blood-sucking fore-play they planned to engage in? Why the hell are they involving her!? And where the fuck is her goddamned boyfriend?
Win suddenly pauses, eyes going wide, and he backs away from her slowly, as if coming to a realisation.
“Oh,” he says, biting his lower lip as he stares at her with something akin to shock. “I.. I’m sorry.”
The girl stills, watching him carefully as he scratches the side of his neck, seemingly embarrassed.
Win’s eyes dart towards Bright, who sighs. He looks down, disappointed.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t know you were pregnant,” he tells the girl. Her eyebrows furrow, and she stares at him weirdly. "Oh, by the way, is this your first pregnancy? Listen, if it is, you better get consistent prenatal check ups. You're Rh negative, aren't you? Is the baby's father Rh-positive? Get some tests done, because you're a candidate for RHIG. They'll administer that and It's going to help prevent hemolytic disease of the newborn and ensure you and your baby's safe delivery. Again, I'm so sorry! I didn't realise."
The fuck is he saying!? Crazy people!!!
“Uh… What?” she laughs shakily. “Um, I’m sorry, but I kind of have to be going now. Y-you can continue on with your vampire role-play, or whatever, but yeah. Bye.”
She jogs away, bottle and tissues still at hand-- just to get away from them as fast as she can, mixing in with the crowd of people hanging around the venue. When she looks back and sees they aren’t following her, she stops, attempting to catch her breath.
“What the fuck was that all about?” she asks no one in particular.
“Babe!” a familiar voice calls out. She stiffens before she fixates a glare on the dumbass who’d left her to fend for herself when she began feeling sick.
“Hey! Where were you!? You left me alone with all those people, asshole!” she growls, hitting him in the arm.
“Ow! I’m sorry! I went to buy water since you said you weren’t feeling well, but the queue was so long and when I finally got back, you were gone!” he says, exasperated. “Here-- Oh. You’ve already got one?”
“Huh?” she looks down, to see a water bottle in her hands, already opened and half-full. She frowns as she feels a pang in the back of her head. Her tummy rumbles, the tell-tale sign of nausea plaguing her again. Although, for some reason, her stomach feels empty and her mouth tastes acidic-- as if she’s already vomited out its contents.
“What the-- Where did this come from?” she asks. She looks behind her, not sure what she’s looking for. “What was I doing, just now?”
--
Win watches the girl run away, feeling as if a prize had been dangled right in his face, only for it to be a scam, and snatched away from him just as quickly as it had appeared. He didn’t notice she was pregnant until he’d come close and scented the foreign smell of a specific hormone, produced by a placenta that’s barely there.
Hungry as he may be, he still has compassion for new life. What if he lost control and took too much blood than what should be appropriate? Not to mention, the girl was anemic. Yep, he’s not going to risk it.
“I’m so sad,” he sighs.
“You’ve got lots of blood at your house, Win.”
“Yeah, but they’re old and frozen. I want something warm and fresh. I hunger for hers.”
“So, AB negative,” Bright frowns. “I’ve got some bags at my place, want to come over?”
“Dude, she wasn’t just AB negative, she was Rhesus negative too!” Win cries out, ignoring his question. “I don’t know when I’ll ever get the chance to get a whiff of that again!”
He covers his face and groans into his hands before he turns towards Bright.
“And it’s all your fault! Why is that every time I’m on the prowl, you get to my prey first!?” Win bemoans. “Every damn time, just when I finally get a chance to go hunting on my own, you’re always there to interrupt and steal them away from me!”
Bright laughs, his fangs peeking out and glinting as he does so. Win tries to ignore the way his barely-beating heart quickens.
“I’ve got an excellent sense of smell,” he says, tapping his nose.
“Please, we’re purebloods. We all have an excellent sense of smell. But, why do you always have to set your sights on my prey every time? Did I do something to you to make you want to be the bane of my goddamn existence?” Win huffs, trudging over to a dark corner illuminated by a yellow light, sulking.
“You could say that,” Bright grins and whistles as Win fixes another feisty glare on him.
“And, I don’t set my sights on your prey,” he says, somewhat sheepishly. “I set my sights on you.”
“Huh? What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It means what it means.”
At that, Win pauses. Something churns in his gut, and he lets out a shaky sigh. Why are they having this talk? It’s so.. Forward.
“As I was saying earlier,” Bright continues. “I don’t like it when you drink others’ blood. That’s why sometimes, I take them from you. I get maddeningly jealous.”
Win stares.
“What the fuck am I supposed to drink, then?”
“Mine,” Bright replies shamelessly.
His eyes are just about to bulge right out of their sockets as Bright glides over to him, oozing smug confidence like no other. He gazes at Win, eyes glowing a dark red, the heat between their proximity an odd contrast to the coldness of their flesh.
“Earlier, when I said I had an excellent sense of smell, I mean that my nose only seeks out the most delicious of them all,” He drawls out the word ‘delicious’ in an achingly salacious way. Bright smiles, fangs glinting in the dark. “And you’re the cream of the crop.”
“Hey,” Win’s breath leaves him as he puts a hand on the older vampire’s chest to put some distance between them, but Bright catches his wrist in a grip. “Hey! P’Bright, what are you doing…”
“I think you know,” Bright murmurs, nosing along the junction of Win’s neck and shoulder, his breath tickling the sensitive area. “I know you feel it too. The blood running through our veins seek out one another. I know mine call out to you like yours call out to me. It wants me.”
“I--” Win stutters. “I don’t--”
“Yes, you do,” the vampire says. “And I want you, too.”
What the fuck.
He’s speechless. He can’t believe Bright is acknowledging it now-- all those centuries of dancing around one another, pretending their tongues didn’t crave the taste of the other.
The moment he’d met the other pureblood many years ago, he’d been undeniably smitten. Meeting him also awakened a devastating thirst, a thirst no blood could quench. A thirst that was as deviant as having been born only to suck on the essence of life, and still not live.
It’s agonising because as much as he hates to admit it, Bright is the source of his restless agony; the cause for his need to devour blood on a daily basis because he’s acquired an unspeakable hunger for a taste he doesn’t know yet. And it won’t go away.
He’s been deluding himself by seeking out others’, when all he really needs is the other vampire’s blood.
And maybe, sometimes he goes out hunting at night because he knows he’ll find Bright already there-- always one step ahead of him, but it’s weird because he should be annoyed that the man keeps sinking his fangs down on whomever Win deemed up to standards to be labelled his prey, but instead he feels ridiculously jealous of the prey who gets to have Bright’s fangs down their neck--
Gah!
Sometimes after being shooed away by the older vamp, Win finds himself imagining what it would be like to be Bright’s prey.
And that’s why he gets so mad. The man keeps stealing whomever Win lays his sights on, almost as if he knows what Win really likes to set his eyes on.
Him, of course.
Win has spent so long denying himself this urge for ages, and now that Bright has finally admitted to this foreign bloodlust he harbours for Win, his fellow pureblood-- he’s afraid.
A vampire thirsting for another vampire’s blood is a difficult concept to fathom. The idea itself is taboo. Foreign. Abnormal. Even the oldest couples have never sought out the others’ blood. The scent of their type was too foul. And yet, it’s happened time and time again, a reminder that desire can manifest as a deviant hunger for another’s essence, to have a part of them be yours entirely-- to become one.
“Will you let me?” Bright asks, eyes glowing darkly, the red of his irises almost blackened by the dilation of his pupils.
Oh god, he looks so hungry.
Win stills, sweating bullets as Bright moves his wrist away slowly, causing him to angle his shoulder and bare his neck.
“Please,” the vampire whispers, his voice pleading as his fangs ache to penetrate Win’s soft skin. Boldly, he licks a long, wet stripe along the side of his neck. Win feels his body erupt in goosebumps.
Well, shit.
Win gulps, then very minutely, nods his approval.
Bright wastes no time.
Win’s blood burns and gathers to where Bright sinks his pleasurably sharp teeth along the cold flesh, the red spilling, bursting and gushing with his desire. Bright laps at every drop, devouring him hungrily and greedily, body thrumming with euphoria as he finally, finally gets a taste.
The taste of his mate’s blood.