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Sed de Sangre

Part 16

The drive was long but mostly uneventful, making the suspense of actually arriving grow much more intense than it would have if something terrifying did happen. They stopped and parked at the tops of parking garages and set out quite large expanses of solar panels to charge the cars while sleeping deep inside the garages themselves. They had to change their respirator filters frequently, as even the air in the vehicles were not suitable for the vampires to breath. At one point, they had to hide due to a sequence of patrols that swept the area, large bats flew overhead while they tucked themselves in dense debris of ruined buildings. The Wolves of course were undesirables, but Outis was still confused to at what extent they were hunted, or why. After two straight nights of traveling, they finally arrived at their destination. Large concrete barriers lined around an old prison with deep blue lights illuminating each crack and crevice. Cain gripped Outis' hand as the caravan drove through the large gates. Truly a sight to behold, this pack of wolves were so numerous, they did not need to hide from the Houses of Night, and they flaunted that fact with pride. Outposts stood guarding market stalls in the outer yards which were filled with horrors Outis saw but chose not to wonder what they were. They drove past the large crowds bartering and trading God-knows-what from these stalls, from tankards of blood to human child on chains. Outis felt Cains hand go cold as his began to sweat from both the grip and fear. He heard Cain whisper as he leaned into him, "no fear, be brave," and wondered if he was actually talking to himself. Their cars finally turned to the front of the main building and stopped. The doors opened from the outside and handlers assisted them out like royalty during a celebratory motorcade. Outis looked down at the ground as instructed, glancing only at the number of lower-half of the large crowd that was gathered to see them arrive. He shivered at them the idea of them tearing him apart, smelling blood in the air already. They walked inside with Vant at the lead, Cain behind him, and then the other Omegas surrounded by their protection detail of the pack he knew and cared about. The iron smell in the air grew stale but stronger as they walked into the main building, the doors closing behind them. Instead of the high tech blue light, Vants brother had put on a show with torches, reminiscent of the fabled vampires of the old countries in Europe. The small sconces lined what once was the main office into a cell block where a large dais displaying a obsidian chair covered in opulent blue velvet draped over the sides. There sat the leader of the Wolves of the South, an enormous being of muscle and androgynous beauty. Outis could not see details as he was still diverting his gaze, but felt the Vampires enormity as they stood and stepped off the dais.

"Brother, too long it's been, ay?" He leaned down to embrace his brother around the shoulders. Vant replied, "Brother, how do you fare?"

Outis saw Cains feet shuffle back slightly toward him as his uncle approached, slamming his enormous hand down on his nephew's shoulder, "Aw, Cain, you're looking small but fierce, have you lost your baby fangs yet?"

"Y-yes, uncle," Cain said, raising his voice over the distance cries that echoed throughout the buildings concrete walls.

"And your haul- very impressive, We have much to discuss, Brother, why don't you all make yourself comfortable for the upcoming entertainment while I speak with your master, yeah?"

Outis as well as the other Omegas bowed and stepped backwards in synchronicity, impressing their host further. Cain bowed as well, and then turned and spoke to Outis, "this way to the guest chambers," he said, ushering them out with an only slight hint of haste.

They arrived at the guest rooms, previously offices refurbished with newly made furniture of extraterrestrial design. Cain quickly closed the door behind him and began pacing as the rest if his pack sat the luggage down and began settling.

He started muttering and growling in vampiric, causing a reaction to the others who understood him. Outis stood there, not knowing if the charade was to be continued behind closed doors and then disregarded it to go comfort him. He lightly placed a hand on Cain, who flinched and turned to him.

"Entertainment, entertainment," he hissed, and picked up a side table with a lamp and threw it against the wall with little reaction other than from Outis who jumped backwards. He kicked the front of a couch, "I hate it here! When do we leave?!"

"What are you worried about?" Outis yelled back, his emotions heightened at the state of his partner. Cain appeared before him with a supernatural quickness.

"Outis, you like me, right?" Outis looked at the others in the room with mild embarrassment and replied, "y-yeah, but time and place, right?"

Cain grabbed him tightly around the arms, hurting him a decent amount and said sternly, "You like us at our colony? You do think we're good people, or, vampires, right?"

"Cain, what is this about?"

Cain replied, "what you're about to see will scare you, Outis. It's going to change you forever and all I can say is... I'm so sorry."

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Sed De Sangre

Part 15

They didn't talk about it the next night other than Cain apologizing repeatedly until he became emotional. Outis of course forgave him and they burned anything that had blood on it. Outis covered his wound with one of Cains sweaters. Cain had a black eye, but little to nothing could be done about that other than members of his pack joking that it made him look tougher and lovers quarrels and safe words. Outis didn't comment and neither did Cain, as the trip south was going to happen tomorrow.

They found replacement linens from a caravan and discreetly purchased them with some of Cains woodcarved items. The weather turned warm in the night as they began preparing for the days long route frought with dangers for both humans and Vampires alike. Of course, they snuck away toward morning to make out in the fields, as something from lack of control that morning had broken the barriers they had of shyness, but Cain stopped them for going any further out of shame. He was afraid to hurt him again despite Outis reassuring him that he was okay. Their emotional bond became stronger, more imbued with an unconditional love and a desire to keep each other safe, something that could cause trouble at the southern colony if not kept in check.

They left the next night; many hugs and kisses were exchanged between those leaving, including Outis whose arms became happily tired from all the hugs he received from the colony. Vant travelled in hand with an older woman in one of three high-end fully electric SUVs that Outis assumed to be his current mate. He'd seen her, the white streaks in her hair styled with loving perfection. They were all styled and dressed in what could only be described as strange ornamental or ceremonial clothing. Outis didn't care for his clothing which until he put on a coat was far too revealing for his comfort, but he couldnt stop looking at Cain in the uniform that matched his father's. They sat in the third car, driven and filled by one of Cains pack members as protection detail. They pulled out and drove away from the barn. Just as Outis couldn't see it anymore, he felt a sinking feeling deep in his stomach.

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Sed De Sangre

Part 14

With the combination of centuries of dust that had accumulated and the kiss, it was hard for Outis to breath normally. He followed Cain into the back of the store that had a set of stairs going upward to a second floor Cain looked back at him into the flashlights beam, his eyes piercing through the fog of his visor with their shimmer, to see if Outis was behind him, then carefully walked up the stairs first knowing if his weight could be supported, so would Outis who was much lighter.

They made it to the top of the stairs to find it used to be the home of the shopkeeper, a quaint and barren home with a few faded pictures hanging in frames sparingly on the walls. Everything was painted grey and brown from the dust and dirt and part of the roof had fallen through, allowing the presence of water damage unseen on the first floor. They walked past various rooms: a living room with antique furniture now covered in mildew, a study neatly organized with business folios and various finances. When they got to the end of the hall, the door was closed. Cain tried the doorknob, still taking the lead with Outis trailing with the flashlight, but he found it to be locked. He broke through the door and took one step in then paused.

Outis walked in as well and saw the two bodies, pure white skeletons covered in dry rotted fabric, laying on the bed whose frame had rotted in such a way that one quarter of it sat on the floor while the wooden bedframe's foot splayed outward. The skeletons were embracing each other, untouched for hundreds of years except by the elements which had snuck their way through the cracks of the floor and windows. It was apparent from the surroundings that they had committed suicide, as bottles of various medicines with labels fully worn away stood empty on the nightstands beside the bed. Cain and Outis stood there quietly and then left, closing the door as best they could, and leaving the moment of time as it was found.

"Who do you think they were?" Outis finally asked while the two of them walked back toward the barn with no rush as the night was still full.

"I think the more important question is does it matter..." Cain replied, his voice modulated by his respirator but still giving away his depressed tone, "after all, who are we to anyone other than ourselves?"

Outis nodded, agreeing with him. No one remembered his father except for him, but to him, his father was the world. He respected and understood Cains point of view, and did not say anything further. They made it back the pack without incident, and when they shed their protective gear back in their room, the mood had returned to normal.

The week passed quicker than time had previously for Outis. He filled all his time with searching for the other Omegas in the colony to no avail. Cain was right, they truly were like everyone else. While Vampires had pointed ears and were typically much taller than the taller of humans, the minimal stature and long hairstyles adorned by most of the colony did not help. Strigg Vampires typically had blue eyes, though some, like Cain, had unique mixtures of purple, orange, and pearlescent. This, according to Cain, was from interbreeding and genetic experimentation from before the invasion of Earth, but couldn't speak anymore about what he didnt know. He said his father knew, but never told him the exact details of why they were on earth as it hardly sustains them at all. The more Outis interacted with the wolf colony, the more he found himself not wanting to leave, and by the weeks end, Outis was looking forward to getting back before they'd even left.

He'd been sleeping in the same bed as Cain for the last half of the week, specifically to get more of Cains scent on him and hopefully make him less noticable as an offering and more as a status symbol in general. Nothing sexual happened, to Outis' disappointment, but something did occur two nights before they were to leave.

They had fallen asleep halfway embraced, still shy about about much they should touch each other though the desire was there, when Outis woke to Cain rubbing himself against him. At first, Outis believed it to be a sexual advance, but when a sense of dread washed over him as Cain grabbed his shoulder and breathed deeply into the crook of his neck, all the while unconscious. Outis wanted to hit him, his wanted to shout at the top of his lungs his name to rouse him from the trance he was in, but he froze in fear, listening to the high pitched guttural sounds that resonated deep in Cains chest as he opened his mouth, revealing thirsty fangs and hypnotizingly sweet smelling saliva dripping down from them. At the last second, Outis bravely lifted his arm and put it in between Cains mouth and his neck, though this did not deflect the attack and instead redirected it, causing Cain to bite directly onto Outis' arm. He cried out, and immediately felt light headed, nothingness began swirling itself around Outis' mind while being accompanied by a fire of eroticism. Nothing he had done with himself in private felt as good as the bite that was currently draining him of his blood. In the privacy of that room, he understood why Fidel offered himself to Blue as a means to save his family from harm. The absolute pleasure that rushed over him in mere seconds caused him to orgasm, and exactly afterward the clear headedness allowed him to punch Cain in the face to get him off his arm. Cain released Outis who fell off the bed and yelled, "what the fuck?"

Cain sat up, and held his hand over the left side of his face, confused. He saw Outis, who was kicking himself away from the side of the bed to the kitchen and then looked down at the sheets that were stained in blood.

"Oh my God, Outis, are you okay?"

Outis lifted himself weakly with the counter and shuffled through the drawer on the other side. He pulled out a rag, and wrapped it around his forearm, struggling to keep his balance. Cain could see his complexion was pale and he touched his hand to his lips and looked at the blood that covered his fingers. Outis saw Cains concern shift as he licked his lips with an slight expression of euphoria.

"I don't know what... I don't know what happened, Outis, I'm," Cain began, but became more confused and delirious and began muttering and purring. He leaned back and closed his eyes as Outis stood and watched him from the kitchen counter. Cain muttered, "I've never drank blood from a person before. God it feels so good..."

"It didn't feel bad for me either," Outis whispered back, "but you almost killed me." After a few minutes, Outis conjured enough strength to go to the small bathroom where he turned on the standing shower and stepped in after stripping his clothing off. They sat in the center of the floor and he glanced at them, muddled with red, before closing the plexiglass door. Cains voice echoed in his mind over and over, the sounds he made subconsciously, and the words "animal instincts" repeated distortedly through the narrow hallways of this thoughts. It aroused him, reminded him that as human as Cain appeared, he still needed to be more careful around him, though, another part of him wanted to be bitten again.

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Sed de sangre

Part 13

Outis didn't know what to say. Sure he was fond of Cain and there was a lot of things he liked about him, but he worried this was just an a crush, his own personal Stockholm syndrome. His silence was countered by intense urge to press himself deeper into Cains chest, to nuzzle him, to bite him.

"Just say yes for now, so I can protect you for the trip," Cain whispered into Outis' ear, making the hair stand up on the back of his neck. They parted, and sat on the couch in an awkward silence. Outis was confused and anxious as Cain began talking, "the etiquette for being there is simple, but strict. Don't make eye contact with anyone but me, otherwise someone will take that as an invitation... ive seen it happen before. Stand beside and behind me, don't talk unless spoken to first-"

"Why do I need to come in the first place, then, if I'm not allowed to talk or anything?"

"For clout. It's a dick measuring contest to show off how many omegas each colony has, but Outis," Cain said, his voice reflecting a large amount of worry, "whatever you do, don't react to the conditions there for the other omegas. Please, know you cannot help them. I- I've tried." Outis could tell the stress from the idea of going to the southern pack weighed heavily with dark memories for Cain. He wanted to ask him more, wanted to comfort him, and placed his hand on Cain's hand that rested on his thigh.

"Do you, uh, wanna go on a date some time?" Outis asked, trying to lighten the mood. Cain looked at him, thought at length, and then nodded, "s-sure."

"I-I mean. It can be platonic, or whatever, I dont know," Outis said and then his demeanor changed completely, "I just realized there are other Omegas here. Can I meet them?"

"You can on the trip, at least, theres only two others, but they're both much older. That's why you're coming."

"Still," Outis said excitedly and with more interest than Cain had seen before, "I've never met another one before. What are they like?"

"Just like humans, I guess, I don't know. They were just as fearful as you when they came, but now they're just like everyone else except during, well."

There was a lull in the conversation as Outis and Cain tried to ignore the subject of heats, and they turned on the gamecube and pretended not to think about it, despite them both having it weigh heavy on their minds. Outis didn't think the episode that was triggered by a drunken stupor with Fidel even counted, no, because heats lasted for days. While he went through human puberty, the Miracle as it was called by most worked it's own mysterious way through his veins and various systems in ways he didn't understand. They played a game on the old television and tried to minimalize the next week.

Outis woke to find Cain asleep and leaned back on the couch and touched him on the shoulder to rouse him. They had both passed out after playing for a couple of hours, and Outis' stomach growled earnestly as he stretched and yawned. It was night again, Outis had slept completely through the day and he felt a little uneasy at exactly how easy it was to do so. He looked at Cain who was smiling at him.

"Breakfast?" They said simultaneously. They changed clothes, giving each other space and privacy as they had before, but the air had changed. Outis found himself cohabiting the same space as his mate, albeit pretend. They walked out together and talked quietly about their plans for the day as they walked to the mess hall. Outis hadn't felt this kind of softness before from Cain, seeing his eyes gaze down towards his hands in a psychic attempt to hold them. He wanted Cain to take his hands into his, but how soon would couples, pretend couples even, hold hands?

They ate their meals beside each other rather than across from each other subconsciously, however the rest of the population that occupied the mess hall gossiped and whispered at this development, not that Outis or Cain noticed as their attention was fully on each other. They decided to have their date today rather than wait, and after cleaning up, they suited up in heavy coats and Cain his respirator and went outside the barn for the night.

Once the barn was a good distance away, Cain did take Outis' hand in his and mentioned how he had wanted to since the night of the theater.

"I thought it was just animal instincts," he said statically through his breathing apparatus, "but when you were shoved across the stage and under my foot, and I saw you, I- I didnt behave how I should have but," he paused and didn't say anything further.

Outis smiled and laughed, "oh my god."

The walked together to a vacant town, a few houses and an old general store and made their way inside by Cain pulling the boards off the door with ease. Outis pulled his flashlight out and scanned the shelves, which were still in order with a collection of dust.

"How much of this stuff do you think is still usable?" He wondered aloud to Cain who jumped over the counter.

Cain tapped his fingers on the desk and muttered jokingly, "sir, you're going to have to buy something or I'm going to have to ask you to leave." Outis grabbed a can of food, its label illegible, and sat it in front of cain with a thunk. Cain picked it up and typed on the lifeless register, "uh-huh, that'll be 400 dollars."

Outis laughed, "the economy these days, huh. Can't have nothing in the apocalypse."

He out his hands in his pockets and turned them outward, "I'm sorry, sir, is there anything else I can exchange for your goods?"

Cain jumped back over the counter and stood close to Outis, his visor fogged. He gently lifted it and leaned down and gave Outis a quick kiss on the lips. He slipped it back down and tossed the can into Outis' hands who stood there dumbstruck. Maybe pretend wasn't the word to describe their relationship anymore.

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Sed De Sangre

Part 12

Much time passed few after Outis had arrived at the Wolf encampment, though he could not be for certain how much time as they would only venture out at night despite the barn that housed the entrances to their settlement was completely blacked out. He first felt disoriented, his eyes hurt from straining under dim light for so many days until Cain found and took a lamp from a farmhouse nearby and soldered it to work again for the room they shared together. Incandescent light bulbs were hard to find, so together they scavenged miles away with the few of the pack that Cain had arrived at the theater with a few times before finding one that worked. Outis grew to know them a little, but they kept a wide berth of him because of their first encounter. Most were quiet except for Cain who took to bossing his pack like a worry sick mother when they were out in the wastes. Outis found it annoying at first, and then endearing.

He found that what they said about the Wolves were true; it was a settlement much like some fabled human ones found outside the city, where people farmed mostly for the city colonies, but also grew for themselves and traded what they themselves could not eat. These vampires were much more humanlike in their social interactions, though Outis had no experience of previous vampires talking at all to each other. They always seemed to singularly occupy a space, acting more like maps and instructions rather than flesh and blood beings with their own needs. Outis remembered the night he was taken and Blues outburst of emotion, how human it made them lying on the floor, blind with rage and desire. He also remembered Fidel holding him and comforting him despite the threat toward his own life. Outis thought on the event frequently, and began wondering more and more where he would be most fitted: obviously he was human, but perhaps his genetic code made him more vampire than he was comfortable with.

The rumours of the Wolves were in fact very true as well, Outis learned. Cain touched on the subject the night he had been assigned to him, but went into more cautionary detail a few days after due to Outis' repeated inquiries. The Wolf packs had several pure alpha leaders, mostly from the house of Strigg, that were allied for trading and commerce. Vants brother, Cains uncle, was the leader of the volatile southern pack that dealt in trafficking and horrific human sacrifice. While Cain talked to him at-length about these habits, Outis could see some emotion that was hard to decipher shining through his iridescent eyes. It resembled fear or disgust, but also something more...

"Have you ever witnessed these things?" Outis asked Cain. Cain looked at him and said nothing else on the subject except for, "I hope to your God that you never have to."

Others in the pack began speaking to Outis, and after several weeks, he began recieving gifts at their doorstep of prairie flowers and cuts of salted meat. Once again, Outis had to be explained that Omegas, though some were chosen by Vant to be his mate, were free to have their own suitors should they desire in this pack. Outis took the gifts seriously and responded with graciousness and genuine thankfulness to each of them, but silently wondered to himself every days he received another gift if he would ever receive one from Cain.

A night came when Vant called Cain and Outis to his chamber to discuss an important matter. At first, Outis was made to wait outside where he could hear a large amount of indecipherable arguing through the heavy door. He had wondered if he had gotten in trouble doing something when Cain opened the door with an expression of anger and sorrow.

"Come here, Outis," Vant said, beckoning him inside.

"Sire, is there a problem?" Outis asked, looking between Cain who stood at his side and Vant who sat at the large desk that occupied the center of the chamber.

"After much deliberation, it has been decided that you and my son will be accompanying me to the southern pack on an embassy trip." Outis heard a low growl come from deep within Cains throat.

"The trip will be next week, and I have instructed Cain to teach you the etiquette for while you're there. If you have any questions, direct them to him."

"Yessir," Outis bowed.

"One more thing: I've heard you've been getting inquiries from suitors throughout the pack," he said, his eyes darting to Cain, "I hope you choose yourself a good mate. I hope you don't think it rude that I havent show any interest, Outis, but I'm heavily engaged with another Omega currently-"

Outis' face flushed, "s-sir, no, I...," he also glanced at Cain who continued to fume, "I haven't decided anything, or had any thoughts toward you- with respect, sire."

Vant nodded and then dismissed them. The walk back to their room was a silent, awkward time. Outis kept trying to rouse Cain from his silence, but other than punching the wall occasionally and leaving heavy dents from his superhuman strength, he made no reply. When they finally got to their room and Outis closed the door behind them, Cain lost his composure.

"What the fuck is he thinking? Does he think uncles going to change? Outis-," Cain yelled, pacing around the room, "you're in danger if you don't pick a mate in a week, uncle, he-"

Outis looked at Cain with alarm, "I dont understand, he said it was in good faith." Cain grabbed Outis by both arms and shook him gently, "If you don't have a suitor, Outis, Uncle will take you, and he doesnt care about the lives of humans like we do."

Outis pushed him away, "why do you care what happens to me? I know we're friends and roommates and all, but if you cared- like... cared, cared- you'd have tried to like, talk to me." Cain swallowed and looked at Outis.

"You don't understand,-"

"Then tell me! Why don't you like me like the others that don't know hardly anything about me?"

Cain spoke, "while I'm just as much a vampire as anyone else in this colony, no one thinks that, Outis. The only clout I have is that my father is my father, but my mother was an omega, and, I don't know, the purebloods don't see me as the same as them-"

Outis placed his hand on Cains chest, "But.. that's why if I were to have to choose anyone, it'd be you, Cain, because of your humanity. What they find to be disdainful, I find unique- and that's not just from being close to you for so long. You're genuinely different from the others I've met."

Cains face twisted as he blushed and he worked to cover it, "my mother, she was kind, but," his eyes teared up, "no one has ever seen her in me before, they always look for my father..." outis paused and embraced Cain as he let a few tears flow from his eyes, wetting the top of Outis' head.

"The truth is," Cain said, "I don't know how I feel about you, Outis. I didn't want to be around you originally, but these last couple months, they've forced me to come to terms with parts of myself that I tried to keep buried down deep inside myself, parts that I felt I should be ashamed of."

Outis tightened his grip, breathing in the faint smell of sweat from Cains thick sweater as he said softly, "Outis, do you want to be to be your partner?"

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Sed De Sangre

Part 11

Outis woke up a short time later. Despite there being no acknowledgement of daylight, he felt it was just before midday. He sat up from the couch and looked over at Cain who was in a deep sleep. He looked around for a something resembling a weapon of any kind and began silently searching through the drawers of the scarce furniture. He finally found a small carving knife among a small collection of small wooden figurines and grasped it tightly in his right hand. He walked over to beside Cains bed, and stood white knuckled over him. He brought the knife to over Cain and paused, fully preparing to bring it down when Vants words echoed in his mind. He would be killed if he stabbed him. Would the knife even do anything? He only knew vampires as impervious, invincible creatures; the old tales of stabbing them with a wooden stake through the heart was false. He then turned the knife on himself and held it to his throat. He closed his eyes, weighing his life as a grain of salt. He felt something touch his leg and looked down to see Cain looking at him.

"You saved them," he said still half asleep, as if to a lover, "you saved those two at the theater. You're a good guy, Outis." Outis continued to hold the knife to his throat, a small drop of blood revealing itself on its blade.

"We're good people, too, I promise. My dad wasn't lying. You heard that Corven talking about trading you, and you spared him... spare me from my dad's wrath and put the knife down."

"Corven," Outis said questioningly. Cain rubbed his eyes and yawned. He pulled the covers back, his long pale legs revealed from his rumpled trousers.

"The Houses of Night have actual houses, royal families- How do you not know this? I thought all humans were taught this?"

Outis backed away slightly as Cain drowsily rolled out of bed and said, "my father didn't let me leave the house a lot, because of my-"

"Condition."

"Curse."

"Okay, kind of dramatic, but you're still holding a knife to your neck, so what do I expect...."

Outis put the knife down and sat it on the dresser with a clack. He sat back on the couch and ran his fingers through his hair. Cain continued, "Corvus, Sunda, Strigg and," he laughed, "Wolf. You'll find the fourth is not as glamorous as the other three. Behold!" He threw up his hands, his delicate form animated, "the second largest Wolf pack run by my father and estranged Strigga, Vant. Questions?"

"What's the biggest?"

Cain looked at him like an idiot. He clenched his jaw and said dismissively, "it's to the south- but you don't want to go there, that's actually where all those shit rumours came from."

"Why did you attack the theater?"

Cain rubbed his neck embarrassed, "look, we needed the sphongos in those tanks for our ventilation system, they're used for terraforming."

"You really will tell me anything, huh?"

"I don't know why I'm the one to tell you this, but Vampires rarely lie. I mean, we intimidate, and we kill, but lie? We have nothing to hide from you. Besides, my dad told me to keep you safe, and if that means explaining simple shit so you won't stab yourself, then one plus one is two."

"Cain."

Outis looked intensely into his beautiful, iridescent eyes as he asked, "How did I save Fidel and Blue from you killing them?"

Cain looked at him back, flustered at so much straight forward eye contact.

"I don't know," he mumbled.

"What do you mean you don't know?"

"That's what I was going to ask my dad about, but just like he always does, he ignored me, so," Cain crossed his arms and started shaking his leg, "so, I don't know. It was like you had all the vampires under some kind of word magic... I just remember-" he stopped and blushed.

"Remember what?" Outis asked.

"I uh, I remember how you smelled... that's it. You filled the room with pheromones... and, uh... it smelled really good." Outis leaned back, completely embarrassed. He nearly passed out during the event, and Cain telling him he smelled good was too much. He picked up a book and flipped through the pages even though there wasn't any light to see their contents.

"Pheromones, huh..."

"Yeah, all vampires have them, it must just be a fluke with your genetic mutation, you must be able to emit them sometimes- I don't know, Outis, can I go back to bed, now?"

Outis looked up from the book, his face red, "Will me playing your gamecube disturb you?"

Cain yawned, "I don't care, just promise you won't kill yourself, alright?"

Outis understood that it was a joke but he didnt reply. Cain laid back down in bed, and turned away to sleep. Soon, a light snore was heard from the several layers of covers that he nested in. Outis thought to himself for a long time. He was still fearful, in a new place, under a pretense that eventually he would go from a guest to a mate to one of these vampires despite their reassurances. He wasn't tired but he laid back down and held the book in his hand. He missed Fidel and in the same stream of thought, he wondered what Cains pheromones smelled like, if he would even be able to smell them. Fidel didnt seem effected at all. Why did Cain say word magic? If Outis could omit pheromones, what else could he do? He raised his hand and tried to concentrate a flame into existence like Feeny did to check his fake documents. Nothing happened. Outis sighed and turned on the gamecube.

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Sed De Sangre

Part 10

Outis felt out of it, his head spinning, as they gently loaded him into the back of an old van. Inside were crates with odds and ends, supplies and scavenged materials. He heard them whispering in vampiric, the first time he'd heard the language. He closed his eyes, foreseeing his fate that they were going to make him some sex slave, he couldn't escape. He looked at his hands where he wiped his mouth to see it shimmer with a strange iridescent residue. Whatever, he thought, numb.

A few sat with him in the back, while two took the front seats and began driving. He knew of Wolves, outcast children from the houses of night, made into their own faction of barbaric raiders, traffickers, but the city was supposed to be safe. They glanced at him in silent apprehension while continuing to gossip through their respirators.

"If you're going to talk about me, at least entertain me while you do and speak fucking English," Outis said bitterly. They paused and one stook their head.

"Blood, you're being kind of rude, now-"

"If you think I'm being rude, you shouldn't have fucking taken me. What are you going to do about it, hmm? Kill me? Fine it would be better than to be fucked to death-"

"Woah, woah, woah, calm down, Blood-," another said.

"My name is Outis Alistar," he spat at them. He understood his value to them and used it to his advantage, if not for anything else but to blow off steam. He kicked a box and sat up as the van continued to drive beyond the city limits.

"You're not going to be fucked to death, Outis," Alpha Wolf said from the passenger seat, "we have to keep up appearances- No one is going to lay a hand on you, so shut up." Outis was silent. He crossed his arms and balled up among the crates and closed his eyes.

The car came to a stop, waking Outis up. He saw a small amount of sunlight signaling morning. The Wolves quickly got out of the van and moved the cargo out of the back including Outis who elected to walk instead of being carried. He didn't recognize where he was at all. It was in the middle of the desert that was west of the city, once farmland now bare dirt covered in frost and drifts of snow. They lead him to a warehouse that used to belong to the farm, long since abandoned. He walked inside with them without putting up a fight. The windows were blacked out, inside filled with dilapidated alien technology that still shined an oily black despite its age. Several vampires worked on various things, but one broke away to greet them.

"Welcome back, Cain," they looked at Outis curiously. The Alpha Wolf replied, "Tell Vant I need to see him. We're bringing the rest of the haul in now."

Outis looked back and forth to them both, realizing now that they weren't much taller than Fidel, much smaller than the other vampires he'd worked under, including Blue. Despite the majority of their faces being obscured, he could tell they were still beautiful beyond what a human could aspire to. Cain put his hand on Outis' shoulder and gently lead him to one of the many the large cellar doors that was the furthest from the entrance. He opened it and gestured for Outis to enter first, just as Outis did Fidel the day before. Outis hurt at the memory and stepped down into the dark.

Cain closed the door behind them and they stood on a narrow stairwell barely lit by a series of blue LED lights that lined the ceiling. Cain took his respirator off when they made it to the bottom of the stairwell. It was overwhelmingly quiet, save for a far off hum of some unseen machinery also underground. Outis looked at Cain; his demeanor had changed from being the terrifying villain to being uneasy, nervous. They walked to the end of the concrete hall to a heavy door. Cain knocked on it, and took a sharp breath in, darting his eyes to Outis and back at the door.

It opened and Cain walked in with Outis. A dim, atmospheric light from several glass tanks that lined the walls. A vampire, the normal size twice that of Outis, wore a sleek but worn uniform stood across the room in intense observation.

"Cain, welcome back," they said, not turning around. Cain glanced at Outis again and bowed, "F-father, I've returned from the raid at the theater in East City-"

"The sphongos?"

Cain didnt say anything and the Vampire turned around, a look of annoyance on their face, "you didn't get the sphongos?"

"I-I got him," Cain said in defense, pointing as Outis.

"A human? What..."

Cain pulled off Outis' hat, revealing the white streaks in his hair. The Vampire straightened up, "an Omega..."

Outis looked down, uncomfortably.

"What is your name?" They asked.

"Outis... Alistar," he replied quietly.

"My name is Vant, you've gotten acquainted with my son Cain. Welcome to my pack," Vant bent over and took Outis' hand into theirs and shook it.

"I understand you must be afraid-"

"Dad, I need to talk to you-"

Vant cut him off, "surely you've heard terrifying rumours of the Wolves. Rest assured that regardless of what those rumours are, you will never be harmed under the protection of my pack, understand?" Outis looked at him, and Vant replied to his silence, "Outis, you know no one here, you're days away from the city, and you wouldn't survive even if you managed to escape. I have no reason to lie to you." Outis continued to looked at him sternly, then nodded.

"I'm assigning Cain to you, he will keep you safe."

"DAD, that's not fair, I just got my own raiding party, what am I gonna tell them?" Cains facade of decorum had broken down, letting Outis drop his guard slightly.

"How old are you, Outis?" Vant asked, returning to his observation of the tanks.

"I'm 20, sir."

"You're old to have just been found. Falsified papers?"

"Y-yes..."

"You and Cain are about the same age, technically. Yes, this will be good for you," he said referring to Cain, who looked annoyed more than his father did about the fungus. Cain sighed and turned away, "Fine, I'll talk to you later, then," he muttered bitterly. He waved his hand to Outis to follow him. As they left, Vant looked at his hand and examined the residue left by Outis' cough with a great concern.

They exited the cellar after Cain put his respirator back on and then went down into another. This tunnel was loud in comparison to the previous. Several vampires of various stature were about working and chatting in the huge underground network. There was a mess hall, where several tired looking vampires were sitting and talking with empty plates. Outis didnt actually know what vampires ate besides blood and a shiver ran down his spine. They walked further down through what could only be described as neighborhoods; groups of vampires in family-like structures stood outside doorways that lined the hallways Outis was navigated through. He couldn't believe the sheer amount of them, but he didnt see any children.

Finally Cain opened a door not far off from an open couldesac.

"This is our place," Cain muttered.

"Our?" Outis said, following Cain inside.

"What do you think he meant by assign? Ugh." It was quaint, with a bare minimum of furniture and necessities, barely outlined by the dim LEDs that seemed to be everywhere.

Cain saw Outis squint and said, "I'll, uh... get you a lamp at some point, you'll just have to be patient with what we've got- look, I wasn't expecting a human in my quarters, alright?"

Outis walked over and sat carefully on the couch, "is that what I still am? A human?"

Cain didn't answer, and instead changed the subject.

"So, um, I guess, you can hang out, read some books I have, I've got an old gamecube I fixed up-"

Outis curled up into a ball and turned away from Cain. He sobbed silently as Cain stood and watched him. Cain sat down on a stool he had kept in the corner and pulled a guitar out from beside the end table. He plucked at it quietly and held back a yawn.

"Outis, I..." he said, then stopped and placed the guitar back down. He stepped toward the back of the room where a steel frame bed was set up and changed his clothes from a small dresser that doubled as a night stand. He walked back over with one of many blankets off his bed and draped it gently over the couches back. He then sat on the bed and looked at Outis for a moment before he laid down and turned his away to go to sleep. Outis layed down along the couch and after a while, grabbed the blanket and covered himself to fall asleep with tears in his eyes.

#sed de sangre #10

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Sed De Sangre

Part 9

Outis began sprinting onto the stage, but then stopped and hid when he saw what was taking place. He held his hand over his mouth to keep himself from whimpering as Blue was pinning down Fidel and interrogating him. Fidel had pulled his shirts off and down, and Blue was holding him down with ease.

"Where is it? Where is it?!" Blue shouted over and over not letting Fidel respond.

Between the frenzy, Fidel shouted, "What the fuck are you talking about?!" He kicked at Blue and then wiggled his way out of his clothes and out from under Blue who remained on all fours.

"I can smell it on you, Fidel. You've been with an Omega," he slammed his hands on the stage, and scratched his claws on the wood leaving deep gashes, "I want it!"

Outis' heart racing, he crept further into the shadows. Fidel put his arms around Blue as he began to sob, "Blue, there isn't an Omega. I promise it's just me, calm down, please." He held him for a while as Blue fell into a ball.

"I want out of this godforsaken theater and off this planet, Fidel. I want to see the waterfalls again. They're purple, beautiful. I hate your water, I hate your sunlight, your atmosphere is poison..."

"But not me, right?" Fidel hugged him tighter.

"... no... with an Omega, we could barter our way anywhere else, Fidel. We could go together." The two of them were quiet as Outis' fought against his ragged breath trying to betray him. He was terrified of being discovered in that moment more than he ever was. How did he come to ne in this situation, he wondered. He looked up in the rafters when the doors to the theater swung open.

A group of a dozen vampires ran in, disorderly, unlike Blue in that they had not uniforms and instead wore human clothes. They swarmed the stage as Blue came to his senses, his face still wet with tears, and stood up placing himself between the horde and Fidel who stood defenseless.

"Well, well, we thought that a raid would be good and now talk of an Omega?"

Blue hissed and extended his claws, "you Wolves need to leave before I call reinforcements-"

"With this?" Another one said, picking up something from beside the tanks. Fidel got closer to Blue, "Wolves? What are they doing here in the city?"

"Your guess is as good as mine," Blue whispered.

"We came for the sphongos, Bluthorak. And we'll be taking them, along with your," the main Wolf said, "and this humans life. No loose ends."

They ran at each other, their movements hardly seen by the naked eye. Outis backed away as quietly as he could. Coward, he thought, then immediately pushed it out of his mind.

"Oh, I see," the Alpha Wolf said, "you've gotten the stock to feed you, how touching," they had them both restrained with their numbers greater than the two of them. Fidel began begging, "please. I need to live, I'll give you anything!" One of the wolves smelled him.

"He was right boss, there's an Omega's scent on him."

Fidel looked confused and then became silent. He looked at Blue and then to the Wolf, "I'm the Omega."

Blue growled, " and he's mine!"

"You're lying, blood," the Wolf said nonchalantly, removing his gloves and walking towards Fidel.

Outis tripped in the darkness behind the stage trying to escape and landed face first with a dull thunk against the floor.

Before Outis could stand up he was being dragged to the stage by a Wolf. He screamed and teared at the floor as the vampire slid him to fall beneath the Alphas foot.

"Now this... this is a discovery, innit, for everybody in this room." They pushed their heel into Outis' chest as Fidel and Blue looked on in utter surpise. The alpha wolf got down and pinned Outis, invasively smelling him along his neck.

"You... you're the Omega aren't you?"

Outis struggled and bit at the Wolf.

"Let's ride out, pack, the boss is going to be very pleased with this haul."

"And these two?" one asked. The Wolf looked at them, "kill them."

"NO!" Outis shouted at the top of his lungs, the theater projecting his voice far into the rafters. The Wolves froze, as did Blue. Outis pushed the Wolf off him as he coughed. He stood as they all looked on.

"You're going to leave them alive, and... you're going to take me-"

Fidel cried, "Outis, no-"

Outis shouted again, his body flashing heat throughout, "You're going to leave them alive, and I will go with you..." he became dizzy and sat down on the floor. The Alpha wolf picked him up and walked out of the theater silently with the rest of his pack following him. It was the last time Outis saw Blue and Fidel again, Fidel holding Blue and trying to shake him back to consciousness in the center of the stage.

#sed de Sangre #9

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Sed de Sangre

Part 8

"Hey, Outis, you okay in there?"

Outis heard a knock on the door and his eyes shot open.

"Outis. Hurry up, I feel like I'm going to be sick..."

Outis sat up and examined himself in utter embarrassment. Missing the lower half of his clothing, a excess of bodily fluids decorated him from his chest to his lower thighs. He reeked of semen. He grabbed the side of the tub and muttered hoarsely, "Gimme a few minutes, I'll be right out."

He took off his tank top and wiped himself with it and threw it in the tub to hide it. As he continued to stand, he found a multitude liquid coming out of his backside and running down his leg. He sat on the toilet and pulled his pants and boxers towards him with his toes. He leaned forward and ran his hands through his hair. Where was his hat- he looked around to find it beside the toilet and put it on. After waiting for the mortifying leaking to stop and then pissing, he cleaned himself and then put his pants on, all the while seeming to have an internal mental breakdown. He began hyperventilating as he opened the bathroom door.

Fidel was laying on the couch with a pillow over his head. He had put one shirt back on and made another fire. Outis walked into the bedroom and put a shirt on from the dresser.

"Mornin'," he said nonchalantly, leaning against the doorframe, the light from the morning outlining his body. Fidel moaned under the pillow, "I'm never drinking again."

"Don't worry, you probably never will get another bottle like that anyway," Outis replied walking over and sitting with him. Fidel took the pillow off his head and looked at Outis, who reciprocated for a long moment. They broke their gazes and Fidel stood up.

"I'm, uhh, gonna use the bathroom now," he said.

Outis got up and walked over to the kitchen, and leaned over the kitchen sink and vomited into it with little to no effort. He put his head down and cursed, then stood up and opened the fridge to retrieve a drink. He was severely dehydrated, worried, confused, hung over. He closed the bedroom door, blocking the morning light and sat back down on the couch. He leaned forward and pulled an old cd player out from underneath, and opened it to see which cd was inside. He closed it again and popped the earbuds in his ears, took a drink of water, and pushed play. He leaned back and closed his eyes as the music started, the singer of some long dead band whispered words of innocence and sin when Fidel came out of the bathroom. He sat down beside Outis and took an earbud out and placed it in his ear without saying anything. He gently took the water from Outis' hand and sipped it, leaning back himself.

"This band is good," he said, "I like it."

Outis smiled, "me too..."

They decided not to go to work, and as there were no real restrictions in place by the Houses of Night, they were free to roam the city to scavenge for fun. They stopped into a book store where most of the books had been taken out, but managed to find a book or two laying around that sounded interesting. Outis zoned out most of the day, and was quiet along with Fidel who bounced immediately back from the night of drinking. He couldn't stop thinking about his reaction to his stupid decision, how we was glad Fidel didn't wake up in the middle if the night. He drew into himself when he thought of the taste of Fidels dried blood still mixed with Blues saliva and his heart would begin to beat quickly. He worried he might be becoming a pervert.

In the evening, they carried their books back to Fidels apartment where they ate together and read through some chapters individually. When night came, Fidels mother made the couch up for Outis out of habit and they all parted ways into their different spaces in the house. He felt secure even after what seemed to be an episode of estrus. He was glad it came and went without trouble and hoped it never happened again, that he would never put his mouth near anything to do with a vampire again. He closed his eyes, and soon after he heard Fidel making his way out the door again. He heard him many times before, but this time alarmed as much as the first time. He sat up when the door closed and felt his insides twist with fear. He got up out of bed and followed him again, taking the same route he did before. This time, however, Fidel had more of a head start, and Outis didn't know his whereabouts until he heard him cry out inside the old theater on stage.

#sed de sangre #8

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Sed De Sangre

Part 7

Fidel and Outis found their way to the living room after a number of preliminary rounds of the drinking game. The two had shed their upper layers of worn clothes and were sitting in middle of the room beside the coffee table in their tank tops. They hardly stopped laughing at the top of their lungs to even speak truths or untruths in an attempt to punish the other should they choose wrong. The lights were turned down, a fire made in the makeshift fireplace that was installed long after the buildings construction. The fire was low now, needing to be fed as Fidel laid out on his side, propping himself up with his arm. He smiled a toothy grin as he squinted at Outis in a terrible attempt to intimidate him. He sat his shot glass down and pointed, "I wasn't born here."

Outis asked, "like, you're saying you moved here."

"Yeah."

Outis pondered a moment and scratched the top of his head through his hat, "I'd say that was a lie. You're too much of a native than a traveler." Fidel stared him and then picked up the bottle and poured himself a shot, making Outis throw his head back in raucous laughter. He threw the whiskey back and slammed the glass on the carpeted floor.

"You're beating me," Fidel said.

Outis put his hand on his chest, which was now filling out after months of hearty feeding and gasped dramatically, "little ol' me? Fidel, we've d-drank the same amount."

"Fine, it's your turn." Outis took a deep breath and let it out.

"I'm...," he paused causing Fidel to mime 'whattt?!' as he waited for a response. He leaned in and whispered, "I'm allergic to strawberries..."

Fidel looked disgusted, "What kind of secret is that?"

"I've never told anyone," Outis shrugged.

Fidel slammed his glass down again, "Well, you're lying! You've never even seen a strawberry before!"

Outis smirked at Fidel who rolled on his back and yelled, making Outis burst out into laughter again. He poured a drink for himself as Outis spoke, "My dad, he found some being sold by a trader around my birthday one year and traded his radio for some. I ate one and my throat closed up so fast, he thought I was being possessed. Bam, allergic."

Fidel winced at the shot of liquor going down and coughed, "Did you survive?"

"W-what? Stupid," Outis wheezed. Fidel rubbed his eyes and laughed with him. He turned and mocked, "it's a valid question, considering how ghostly you were when we first met." Outis opened his mouth in insult.

Fidel poked Outis on the chest, "Scrawny."

"Hey, I'm looking better!"

"Better than better, you're looking healthy."

"Thanks, mom-"

"Pfft. You know I'm right. Now shut up, I'm about to school you."

Outis teased smugly, "Bring it on."

Fidel burped and then said, "Did you know when I was, 4- no, 5- was when I met Blue for the first time?" Outis swallowed trying to move the lump in his throat that had formed instantly. Fidel continued, "yeah, he met me and my mom when he was working to assign jobs. My mom went to the mines and my dad was moved to another city, I think." Outis took the bottle and poured them both a shot.

"I never really knew my mom, I think she died or was reassigned. Dad never talked about her. Made him too sad." He turned his shot glass up and swallowed the shot. Fidel looked at him, "Does this mean I win?"

Outis poured another shot, "there aren't any winners here." He toasted the shot glass in Fidels hand and they took the shots together.

Outis woke in the middle of the night and found himself sharing the master bedroom bed with Fidel. He felt his face get hot at the reality of being so close to him. They hadn't made it under the covers, and his eyes followed Fidels sleeping body from toe to head. Fidel was laying on his back gently snoring, and Outis sat up and leaned over him. The room was spinning as he shivered and moved himself closer to Fidel, staring at his neck and seeing the fresh feeding mark from Blue on his chest above his tank top. He paused for a moment on it, and then licked it himself in a moment of impulse. His tongue met Fidels hot skin and instantly Outis sobered up as his body began sweating profusely. Had Fidel not showered since the last time Blue had fed from him? What was this reaction? Outis fell backward and arched his back. He began rubbing his legs together and hugging himself. He moaned uncontrollably yet quietly, and threw his hand over his mouth. He got up quickly and walked to the bathroom located from the living room. He closed the door and fell to the floor, vomited into the toilet, and pulled his hat off to rub his head. After he emptied his stomach of its contents he rolled back to lean against the tub and began drooling down his chin and neck. He began sobbing and tore at his pants, trying to remove them for irritating the erection that presented itself aggressively. He went blind at the friction and began stratching at himself and kicking at his surroundings. He loss all sensation or memory for the rest of the night.

#sed de sangre #7

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Sed De Sangre

Part 6

In the months that past, Outis continued to work with Fidel and the relationship that Fidel had with Blue remained a secret. At first, it was awkward making the pickups at the old theater, but soon Blue ignored Outis completely and the tank that was once filled with dead sphongos became empty and then full again with the writhing horrors. Despite the knowledge of the deal between Blue and Fidel, Outis and Fidel grew close, leaving Outis' apartment empty for days at a time. What was there for him, after all? They talked at length and even until the sun came up. Fidel took him scavenging and hunting and taught him things his father was too afraid to due to Outis' condition. He was grateful for Fidel, a chance encounter becoming a fast friend and an attraction that ceased to go away. As close as they had become as friends, Outis thought frequently of him in his private thoughts in a romantic way. He found himself holding his gaze on Fidel longer than normal, his touch causing a tightening in his chest. Nonetheless, he kept his desires to himself in fear of both ruining the company he already kept with Fidel and incurring Blues wrath until...

It was on an evening much like the rest, when the two of them walked out of the workhouse. The snow was in deep drifts around the buildings but the sidewalk was made clear from the heavy foot traffic, and Outis made sure to continue to check his footing when he asked Fidel to come over to his apartment for once.

Fidel looked surprised and intrigued, "what would we do there? Are you going to cook for me?" Outis nodded, he had been saving up tokens to exchange higher grade ingredients for this occasion. He awaited the response with bated breath, and Fidel noticed and smirked, taking longer to answer and scratched his chin, included "hmms" in a pantomime of exaggerated thought. Finally, Fidel smiled after getting the anxious reaction from his friend and answered, "Sure."

Outis struggled to unlock his door, he was so nervous. He opened the door and gestured Fidel an invitation inside. Fidel looked playfully surprised and sauntered in like he was wearing the finest tuxedos. Outis turned on the lights and Fidels face changed to genuine surprise; the apartment was immaculate, nearly identical to one a century before. Outis had scavenged in a spare time several pieces of furniture and restored them, the walls had been washed. Outis took Fidel's coat for him, snapping him from his train or thought. He turned his head quickly to him, "This looks fucking awesome, man- Outis-". Outis smiled embarrassingly, and promptly took his jacket off as well. He lead him the short distance to the kitchen and Fidel settled on a stool sat at the outer side of the island. He leaned on his arm that was propped on the island's top as Outis cooked a simple meal for him, their chatting overlapping the hum of the electric eyes on the ancient stove struggling to make a connection. They ate at the island, Outis not minding to stand across from Fidel who complimented his cooking endlessly. At the end of their meal, Outis cleared the dishes and sat them in the broken sink. He stared at Fidel until Fidel questioned him and then leaned to open the cabinet below the counter, pulling up a bottle of unopened whiskey. Fidel threw his hat off, "how- where did you find this?!"

Outis smiled and opened it then grabbed two shot glasses from the upper cabinets and poured.

"I want to play a game-"

"A drinking game? Count me in, what's up?" Fidel said excitedly, putting his toboggan over his knee and picking up the shot glass to admire the golden colour of the liquor.

"How about... we say a sentence-"

"Uh-huh-"

"And it can be true or false. If the other person guesses if it's true or false, and it is, they have to drink."

"And if it's not?"

"If it's not what you say it is, then you have to drink."

"Have you ever drank before?"

"No, you?"

"No."

"We're about to get shitfaced."

#sed de sangre #6

[alienvampireswantmydick]

[alienvampireswantmydick]

Sed de Sangre

Part 5

The next morning, Outis struggled to make himself not any more awkward with the knowledge of last night's event. He pretended to be groggy despite not hardly sleeping, and was especially silent at Fidels own fatigue. The two of them walked together to the work house and received new orders to deliver a shipment from another location, allowing Outis some relief from the mortifying experience the theater would bring. Yesterday, he was terrified of being alone again with Blue, but now he'd probably faint from nerves at Fidel and Blue being in the same room, looking at each in the eyes, god forbid speaking in front of him- he sat down in the SUV and made himself as small as possible. He was looking at his blood, dried, which still decorated the inside of the passenger door when Fidel spoke.

"Outis, what's the deal with your vibes today?"

"My vibes?" Outis said, trying to calm himself down. He wasn't brought up in any way to handle a situation like this, he only met a few people in his life period, and he was starting to freeze up- "Nothing, ju- just tired. First day of work yesterday.... uh, alot to take in." He began shivering pathetically like a small animal, but was masked by the unkempt pavement, now as bumpy as any rural road.

They worked, and after their job was completed, slowly on both their parts, they separated ways in spite of Fidels wishes for Outis to join him again for dinner. He made his way to the livery where poultry and other small animals were being raised for meat and turned in one of the two ration tokens he recieved for his shifts he worked and obtained a small cut of meat of questionable origin. He wondered what animal it might have been as he looked past the merchant to the pens and cages beyond, thankful nonetheless. The merchant saw Outis staring, hissed at him through their ventilator, and told him he should get lost. With the little sunlight that was left of the day, he decided to take his other token and buy some other groceries. He felt like a king purchasing vegetables grown in the makeshift greenhouses around the city, displayed in the cities single grocery store, an enormous supermarket repurposed to be a full marketplace for the vendors assigned by the houses of night. He'd been there a few times with his father to buy things in the past, and knew which dark corners to avoid, which vendors were worth the coin to barter with. He pulled his hat down, made his purchases quickly and went home. As he stepped into his apartment, he sat his grocery bag on the kitchens counter and sighed a big sigh. I did it, he thought, I lived my life for real.

He put his groceries away in the small, partly working refrigerator and then shed his clothes, bundling them up and carrying them to the bathroom. There he bathed and washed his clothes and his father's jacket of his blood, the clothing just dark enough to hide the stains that it left behind. He scrubbed his hair, which began to get long after being alone so long, but he couldn't cut it himself with scissors alone, at least not well. The longer it got, the harder it would be to hide the thick, white hair that grew from his hairline. He looked at it in the mirror, the bathwater cleaned out the black oil he used to cover it. Cleaned, he looked skinny but handsome. His facial features no longer covered in grime, his pale blue eyes were less prevalent, but his features, delicate for a man, were only made masculine by the heavy scars across his cheek. The wound was scabbed over, and he inspected it, concluding it would not leave another scar. He put his hands through his hair, pulling his fringe back and flashing the bright white hair. He pursed his lips and frowned at the secret that it told: he was an Omega, prized beyond any riches or resources the earth had to offer. The miracle, his father and humanity was brainwashed into thinking, augmented human genetic coding to allow interbreeding with their extraterrestrial colonizers. The idea that he would be experiencing a heat soon terrified him. There is no suppressant, no hiding an Omegas scent; he was living on borrowed time.

#sed de sangre #5

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Sed De Sangre

Part 4

What could be so important that a man would sacrifice his life in a world filled with simultaneously horrific and erotic creatures? Outis was extremely light in his step as he crept corners and treaded alleyways following Fidel through the maze of ruins. He was fast in the darkness, and keeping up proved to be difficult for Outis even after the first hearty meal he had a month. Soon they came to a familiar sight: the theater sat squat on the street sandwiched between the two taller buildings he had seen earlier. He held his breath as his chest tightened and sprinted across the street after Fidel went inside. He walked around the side, hoping there was another entrance and found a unlocked door beside the old delivery entrance. He gently turned the knob and snuck in.

Outis left the door ajar to let in the small amount of light from the moon inside to help him see and give himself a clear escape if necessary. He clenched his jaw tightly and huddled down and crept along the wall. Ahead was the stage curtain and beyond it he could hear two familiar voices, speaking to one another in hushed tones.

"I'm sorry that you feel threatened by him, but hes just a kid Feeny assigned to me today, hes no one for you to be worried about-" Outis frowned at being called no one after being called a friend, but continued to eavesdrop.

"He is diseased, Fidel, even though his paperwork supposedly checked out-"

"I saw the verification myself, Blue-"

"Even if, I fed his blood to the sphongos farm and it died, Fidel. It died! The only thing on this planets surface able to kill a lycilium sphongos is-" Blue stopped talking and Outis froze in terror that he had been discovered, but Blue continued in a different tone of voice, "Fidel, don't kiss me in the middle of my train of thought, what I'm saying is important." Outis' eyes flew open and he sat down against the wall he was hugging. He pulled his toboggan off to reveal his dingy black hair which he ran his fingers through in exhausted surprise. He heard them kissed again, the small noises they made echoed through the otherwise empty building.

"Alright," he heard Fidel say through the curtain and with a profound curiosity he crept to the edge of the curtain and looked through the gap to the two of them. There he saw with the single stage light illuminating their act was Blue feeding on Fidel. With Fidel's shirt and coat cast to the side, Blue effortlessly lifted him by the small of his back and tilted him back like a pair of dancers deep in form. Fidels face, though obscured by the hard shadows of the stagelight, twisted with pain and then intense pleasure and then after a few moments, disassociation. Blue dropped him to the floor where he landed with a thump and laid limp. Blue licked his lips and wiped his face on Fidels shirt that they picked and then dropped onto Fidel who began slowly stirring. Outis let out a small quick breath and quickly covered his mouth with both hands. Fidel groaned and groggily took his shirt, "Blue... you..."

"You're alive. It's not my fault you were transferred away for so long. But rest assured, if you keep giving yourself to me, your sister will continue to be overlooked. It's a shame," Blue turned back to the rows of tanks containing the fungus horrors, "that you're not an Omega. I would have chosen you to be mine in a second."

Fidel scoffed, "like you would get to have an Omega," and laughed. He wearily stood up and walked slowly over to Blue.

He hugged the Vampire around the waist and rested his head between their shoulder blades, "Thank you, Blue... for keeping Serenity safe." Blue paused and hesitantly put their hand over Fidel. He said nothing in reply. Outis slipped away before Fidel released his embrace.

#sed de sangre #4

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Sed De Sangre

Part 3

Outis hunkered down further into his seat, making himself as small as possible as Fidel opened the driver side door and sat in the seat. He winced at the sound of door closing, and did not look at Fidel when he said his name.

"Outis, man, what the fuck happened back there?"

"..."

"Look, I'm not mad, man, just out with it."

Outis turned finally, recognizing the honesty in Fidels tone. Fidel gasped at the deep gash on Outis' cheek, "okay, for real. Spill it."

"I... I think Blue's jealous of us working together and was trying to intimidate me," Outis tensed up at Fidels rough hand on his face while his work partner inspected the cut closely.

"If its alright with you, I'd like to treat this back at my house. That is, unless you have some medical supplies yourself."

"... you don't have to, I failed to not make waves. I'm sure I got you in trouble, too-"

"Now I insist. Look," Fidel put his shoulder on Outis' shoulder, "I kid alot, I'm a fucking comedian, I gotta be in this whole situation, but I'm gonna be real serious now and say that it's okay, okay?"

Outis began crying, "I-I'm sorry, I'm just trying to work and get some food- I'm just so f-fucking hungry and I-"

"So, dinner and clean up at my place?" Fidel started the car, "It's customary that I bring all my coworkers home to meet the family."

Outis quickly wiped his face, avoiding his wound, "Really?"

"No," Fidel laughed and began driving.

They drove to the next city over, and Fidel allowed Outis to stay in the car for fear that the smell of blood might frenzy the vampires at the delivery locations. The sun began to set as they pulled the car back into their workhouse and retreated with the crowd of other workers back to their dilapidated apartments. Fidel lived a few buildings down, but the scenery in all of them remained the same: dark, dingy, haphazard. Fidels home was on the ground floor, and when he opened the door, a thick wafting scent of prepared foods licked at Outis' dirty and wounded face.

"Ma, I'm home," Fidel said, "and I wanna introduce you to Outis, my new work partner." They stepped into the entryway, the wall was lined with a couple pairs of worn shoes, delicately repaired and then repaired again. In the kitchen which branched off from the living room, an older woman stood stirring a metal spoon in a large crock pot. She turned and smiled at them as they both took their shoes off.

"Hello, Outis, it's nice to meet you," she said, tapping the pot with the spoon and sat it to the side. She slowly walked over to Fidel and helped him take his heavy jacket off. His large arms were scars covered by more scars, and outis hesitated to take his own jacket off in comparison. They made their way to the living room where Fidel sat beside Outis and bandaged his face with a surprising tenderness.

"You uh, do this alot?" Outis asked out of awkwardness, trying to make conversation.

"My little sister gets bruised a lot, so yeah, you could say that," Fidel smiled and patted in him on the shoulder to signal he was done. He turned to one of the rooms as its door opened, and a teenaged girl made her way out in a wheelchair. Outis looked surprised, staring at her legs which ended without feet, then decided to look away. It was apparent that she had been born that way.

"Serenity, meet Outis, hes my new friend."

Outis smiled mutedly at the affiliation. Friend. He never had one of those before...

"Out," she said bluntly, and grinned a large grin. Fidel stood up quickly and helped her maneuver through narrow doorway. He wheeled her to be with them and kissed her on the top of her head, "Outis, Ren, he's joining us for dinner." They heard a rattle of dishes as Fidel's mother served a bowl of soup for each of them, sitting them on the counter, and then slowly tried to walk them to the living room. She coughed a familiar cough to Outis' father, one from working for years in the mines outside of the city, and Outis furrowed his brow as Fidel handed him a bowl off from his mother's hand in assistance.

"Ma, come sit and eat," Fidel said, switching places with her and serving himself last. She sat herself down on the couch beside Outis who was lost in his own mind at his father's recent memory. They ate mostly silently, after Fidels mother said a quiet prayer in a broken, unrefined language from years past. Outis determined to find a way to repay them.

After the evening past completely and night hugged in through the windows, Fidel asked Outis to spend the night.

"Its too dangerous for you to walk home, just sleep on the couch, and we'll walk to work together in the morning," he said, seemingly having everything figured out. Outis nodded in agreement, and after saying their goodnights and laying Serenity to bed, Outis laid on their couch in the living room with his back facing out. His heart raced at the openness and kindness of these strangers, what history they have. He worried about Serenity, as his father told him in a deep discussion in his adolescent years that the Houses did not accept those with disabilities, that the human race was a work horse and a lame horse was to be put down. Obviously, her life was a precious secret, an unknown and gentle burden on Fidel who seemed to be the only physically capable person to work anymore. He hugged himself, damned his own self pity, and then thought of Fidels soft touches when he heard a doorknob turn. He pretended to be asleep out of habit from his father coming home late, but knew Fidel was sneaking out. When the front door closed, Outis got off the couch and snuck out to follow him.

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