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There is—There is something extraordinary about this; about running in the wilds again — hunting humans. Owen can feel the grin on his face, spreading to his heart, quickening its beat. Ever since Scott had drained Pyro and made the man the most submissive fledgling ever, Owen’s been hungry.
Hungry like never before.
Thankfully, this new batch of humans are the dumbest ever, walking out during the night. The fact that it’s that rich kid makes it all the more funnier; a sheltered little boy who has never seen dangers being his prey? Oh, the fear only makes the blood more delicious.
The kid, Owen has to give it to him, is incredibly fast, even with a busted ankle. He’s heading towards the lake — pushing down leaves and throwing branches behind him. He’s smart too. Well — Owen thinks, as he nears him, — not smart enough. He doesn’t know if Martyn just assumes he can’t swim, with the way he jumps into the water like a lifeline. Owen steps near the lake, shoes turning wet. “Martyn,” he starts, mocking, “I know how to swim.”
Before he can jump into the lake, however, a blur jumps out and suddenly — suddenly, there is pressure around his neck and he’s falling down. His head hits the sand and he coughs as his face is pushed into the ground. It’s not something, Owen realizes quickly, it’s someone. That someone is pressing an arm onto his throat, which is not nearly as effective as it is uncomfortable, and is keeping his fangs out of their way by grinding his face to the ground.
Owen growls, what the hell — there aren’t many things that can overpower a vampire; there is nothing, actually, as far as he knows, so did Scott just jump in and decide to be an asshole or—“Owen…” Owen’s eyes widen, the voice is undeniably Martyn’s, but it sounds so incredibly delicious. Like a sweet song, leaking comfort. Owen thinks he even hears the underlying tone of Louis’ voice. “Owen, Owen, Owen, you’re so annoying!”
His face gets pushed down even more, and he closes one eye instinctively. “I was just having a moment, you see, but you decided to attack me for no reason. See, this is why I hate vampires, they just can’t keep their fangs hidden, like hungry mutts.” Owen opens his mouth, because, fuck, he’s not taking that, okay? And he’s still a little confused, and his mind goes hazy the longer Martyn speaks, which normally would raise alarm, but it just feels so nice…“What—” His hair gets pulled, and he groans as Martyn speaks out a low, “Shut up.”
Owen’s mouth closes automatically. He thinks—He thinks he can stay quiet forever, if that’s what Martyn desires. His breathing gets heavy and he forgets what he was about to ask. “Oh, there we go. See I like you much better like this; you’re so quiet. Seriously, you monologue so much.”
Owen blinks, does—does Martyn’s voice sound too much like Louis’, or is he going crazy? “Sorry…” His voice, his tone, it sounds too much like Pyro when speaking to Scott, he notes, somewhere deep in his mind. The man behind him hums, and his head is let go. Sluggishly, Owen turns around, and rather than—rather than someone he expects, it’s Louis that stands behind him. The man is gazing at him with disappointment, and Owen suddenly feels so, so small. “Louis…?” He mutters, voice broken, cracked.
“Hm?” The man—the vampire, his sire, his lover, his everything, mutters, confused. Then something seems to solidify, and he waves his hand dismissively. “Yeah, what?” He sounds—He sounds so mean, and maybe that’s because he blames Owen for his death, because he believes Owen was the reason he got burnt. “Sorry, sorry, I’m so sorry,” It’s quite pathetic to beg like this, he thinks, then discards the thought. It’s Louis. The only person in the world who deserves his pleas. Louis cackles, then gently takes hold of his jaw. “Oh, you’re quite into the trance, aren’t you?”
Owen whines, confused, but melts into the touch all the same. Louis grins at him, then straddles him completely, turning him first so he’s laying on his back. “Would you do something for me, Owen?“ Owen nods, way too quickly. He’d do anything, he’d do anything…He’d do anything just to touch Louis again…“Oh, yes, that’s what I thought.” Louis’ hands card through his hair, a little condescending. Owen doesn’t care. “Name the other vampires for me.” Owen blinks again — Louis’ form goes blurry before it evens out. Owen shivers in fear, no, Louis can’t go away again. Not again.
He struggles up, arms wrapping around him, and he buries his face into Louis’ shoulder. “It’s—Scott, and Pyro, Scott turned Pyro a little bit ago—and I, he didn’t give me any leftovers.” His voice is so, so shaky, but that all fades with Louis’ laugh echoing out around them. It sounds a little wrong, but, it’s still, it’s still…
“How terrible of Scott. See, we should do something about that, yeah? Can’t let him get away with leaving you to starve!” Owen hugs him tighter, yes, yes, Louis is always the one on his side, Louis always supports him—Louis…Louis is here…Owen sniffles as Louis’ fingers card through his hair again, this time a little rougher. Owen arches up to the touch. A low melody hums through the night, and the haze in Owen’s mind suddenly shoots up, his eyes going glossy.
There is nothing around him, only the music in his ears. It’s such a sweet melody, such a beautiful song…Owen raises his head, searching for the source, and his eyes meet…Martyn? He makes a little confused sound, but the music is ringing through his head, erasing every thought, until all he can think is Martyn, over and over again.
He blinks, and suddenly Martyn is the only thing around him. He blinks and the melody takes over him. He blinks and…and what was he doing again? Martyn digs his fingers into his jaw. “Stupid little vampire.” He mutters, and the sound echoes in Owen’s head, leaving no room for anything else.
His eyes are unable to tear themselves apart from Martyn’s face, which is so, so mesmerizing. The way his blond hair slightly curls up, his fins in place of his ears, the mirth in his eyes, the smile on his face that just radiates power…
There is nothing left in his mind, except the want, no—the need to please Martyn. Owen surrenders to the cruel grip, everything melting away, except Martyn, and his hypnotizing voice. “There we go. Finally. You took a little longer than I thought you would.”
Owen tilts his head, and Martyn laughs meanly. The other stands up, leaving Owen kneeling on the sand. “Get up,” he says, and Owen stands up immediately, “Let’s go find Scott.” A hand on his shoulder, and Owen perks up. Any closeness Martyn is willing to give him feels like a reward. “Lead the way.” Owen nods, and trails towards where he last saw Scott.