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slippery-minghus · 2 years

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that comic about the monster lady not being monster enough for the support group got me thinking, and i think i have the answer to my shrink's homework for me this week. after i was sick last week, we spent the sesh talking about my pathological independence (my term not theirs) and how not only do i never ask for help, i don't know what help i would need.

we managed to narrow it down to pinpoint the conditions i would ask for help in, and what i would ask, and basically i would have to be at a breaking point combined with not knowing what to do. the only kind of help i would ask for is to be taught how to cope on my own/solve the issue on my own. to be given the tools, not have someone else do the work. i never want people to solve my problems (or even offer me comfort while i solve them myself)

which actually leads me to something i didn't expect. i often see a lot of my reactions to my mother in my neuroses/traumas like this, but i think the icing on this one is actually from my dad. my dad, who never taught me how to do anything, and would berate me for not being able to do it on my own. it sounds so obvious now, but i'm not surprised it didn't click. i understand now why the memory of getting my first bank card has been rattling around in my head this week. because it was such a blunt example of him refusing to teach me, to give me the tools to figure things out on my own, then humiliating me (literally in public) for not understanding. i remember nearly crying in that bank. because no one would explain to me how atm cards worked—not that i would have been in any sort of position to learn prior to that— and therefore i couldn't be trusted to be mature enough to handle the responsibility. i had to beg him to let me have that much.

and then i think to the start of the pandemic, when i was 26 not 17, and how he took the reins from the back seat to control getting me enrolled in unemployment payments. he guilted me for not being able to do it on my own, saying how he wouldn't always be there to do these things for me. i didn't have the guts to stand up to him, but i know i spent a lot of time talking to my therapist about how all he really needed to do was teach me.

i'm sure a lot of my independence comes from my mom. her paradoxically neglectful helicoptering created the perfect storm for that. nothing could be done on my own, and i could never be trusted to be able to learn (because i was so delicate and infantile), but i was also always left alone in my most vulnerable moments. and then dad would come home and blame me for scraping by alone instead of innately knowing how to thrive.

my parents wanted a child they only had to parent and raise when it was convenient, when it made them feel good, when it made other people like them. the rest of the time it was up to me to maintain the image. the rest of the time it was up to me to figure things out on my own. that i did a damn good job raising myself goes without saying, but it's left me not knowing how not to know what to do. and i don't know how to ask for help about that.

#the bit about signing up for unemployment too pings that very delicate spot about my dad being relatively well off #but using every cent to abuse #i know these days it's kinda shameful to have been raised middle class so it's hard to talk about but financial abuse is my dad's favorite #it's why he sent me a $150 gift card for xmas like it was nothing #because if he never allowed me to learn actual independence he could keep me financially dependent #and afford to do so at that #and thinking about how with my mom it was impossible for her to not see me as an overgrown infant #she would cut meat for me until i was like 12. and every steak fry was cut in half so i wouldn't choke like i did when i was 3 #i couldn't choose my own clothes for the day until i was 12 #and i fought tooth and nail to prove i knew how to take care of myself #i took pride in being 10 and knowing how to run a house (cook clean laundry etc)#my trademark reason for disliking things was that 'it was for babies'#yet when i wasn't being overprotected i was just... alone #i wasn't allowed outside so i sat and played videogames #i wasn't allowed to go places with friends so i sat alone at home #always always alone. unsupervised but always with the helicopter right around the corner ready to keep me in line #and then on the rare occasion i spent time with my dad he would guilt me for things my mom would make me do #mom wouldn't let me go on a walk without a water bottle and inhaler and dad would humiliate me for taking them #there was no way to win #abuse #personal #*sigh* i'm so glad i got out. so glad that shit is over and only in my nightmares #(and hoo boy is it in my nightmares)

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frmisnow · 5 months

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˙✧˖ ?! — TOUCHIN' MYSELF THINKING 'BOUT YOU.

— ‧₊˚ — 🫐: "so my little girl is all grown up??"

summary. your past three years of dating were horrendous, all to cover up any living horny thought of your brothers bestfriend, how do you vent to that bestfriend about your problems without mentioning him?

note. FIRST FIC ON THIS BLOG RAH, conclusion: I LOVE CHOI FUCKING SEUNGCHEOL 🦢₊✧⋆ was listening to lana del rey while writing the first bit so prepare.....

song recs. chemtrails over the country club (lana del rey), good for you (selena gomez ft. asap rocky), older (isabel larosa)

warnings/includes. non idol! seungcheol x fem! reader, lil elements of angst at the beginning, they're both kinda obssesed with eachother in the end (whoop whoop), reader is like 5 years younger (it's not to bad), he's so bf it hurts (in the beginning), 'little girl' + 'brainless/cum slut' mentioned, nipple play + tit sucking, big dick, size kink-ish, PROTECTED SEX (YASSS) - MDNI !!!!

"i just don't now what i'm doing wrong!" what you also don't know is how you ended up here, sitting on the soft rug of seungcheols apartment with a tea in hand, his adress you solely memorized from your brothers countless times of blabbering about it, was the last thing you reminded while running from the restaurant.

he sat down with a quiet sigh onto his wide coffee brown coach, that him and your brother used to play videogames on in high school and you couldn't help but feel like a burden once again.

i mean what did you think? storming into the apartment of the bestfriend from the brother you broke of contact like five months ago: so foolish. the rain was still pouring in buckets outside, the noise it made on the glass of the large windows, very audible.

it's not that he wasn't nice about this as soon as he saw her at his front door, he ran in full speed to get her one of his thick puffy sweaters, immadetly scolding her for even thinking of walking out in the rain and the cold in the short dress.

he behaved just how any kind person would, just how any past kind-of-ish friend ended on good terms would've and that's what hurt.

seungcheol didn't know that all of these dates with all of the jerks where to drain him out of her thoughts. seungcheol didn't know that you'd cut out your brother from pictures, to leave him only on it as a teen. precious seungcheol didn't know how you'd pick out people who were kinda closed to him, so you could stay in semi-contact if you ever were to date the person. so you wouldn't feel stupid ever contacting him without your damn brother, so you wouldn't feel like fourteen again.

granted; you tried everything to forget him in any shape and form possible: you'd overwork yourself to death just to forget about that one hot ass eyebrow thingie he did to tease you as a kid, countless meaningless sex was also always an option: just to forget the printed image of what his dick might look like. and it didn't work, at all.

no matter how hard you tried, cheol would always find a way to tiptoe back into your head, "it's not your fault, you're a good person, y'know" he mumbled into the silence, his tone incredibly soft and gentle like reassuring a crying child: he was just so fucking nice it made you want to ball your eyes out.

sometimes you wish he'd murder someone or throw insults at you, you wish he'd do anything for you to hate him: but he didn't, of course he didn't.

you stand up to bring the now empty cup to the kitchen counter but he catches your wrist whilst still sitting on the coach, stopping you. "you're cold, sit down - i'll take care of it" he pushes you down onto the coach, ordering you to sit and you know he won't allow any discussion on the matter.

and it sucked, it sucked that he was so damn loveable. it sucked that he had to flash you that familar wide smile that made you want to jump out the window right onto the wet streets of seoul.

he skipped back from the kitchen quickly now with an additional blanket in hand, this usually would've been the part where you'd normally say 'no, it's fine' or some other lame and lied remark, however this time you didn't. you simply grabbed the blanket, covering your body while staring out of the windows in a slight daze.

the sound of the rain made your eyes wander back up to him as you noticed the concerned look on his face.

"are you feeling sick?" he mumbled while his eyes wandered around your face, cupping it with both hands, examining you, "well you don't seem to be hot, that's good"

cheol smiled kindly again at his own words, his hands still on your face - now without any particular reason, he gulps slightly as you notice his eyes wandering all over your face.

he's about to awkwardly pull them away when you stop him, holding his wrists firmly as you look down at the ground in embarassement, you felt so weak: like you were begging for attention.

"why did you come? don't lie, tell me why you came" his tone was still reassuring, his fingers now lightly brushing against your cheeks, your gaze remaining

"the date just sucked and i- i didn't know where to go, i didn't want to be home alone and your adress was the first thing i remembered, i'm sorry i know i'm wasting your time" the words flew out of your mouth instantly however that wasn't the only reason and you both knew it.

you needed a place to stay and a person that could comfort you and you'd always found both in him.

his thumb kept stroking your cheek in a repeating motion, if you could've you would've curled up in his lap and held onto his shoulders like you did when you were little. why does everything become so complicated when you're an adult?

"you'll stay the night, it's midnight, you're fucking freezing and it's raining outside - i'll show you the bedroom" he said with so much casualty in his words, like it was the most normal thing in the world, you appreciated him making this feel as 'normal' as he could.

"no, i can take the coa-" he fell into her words, "no" his voice for the first time this evening stern, allowing no counter arguments.

seungcheol took both of your hands, helping you stand up from the coach, guiding you incredibly gentle until he added, "don't worry about it, i'm glad you came to me"

he was so sexy goddamnit.

it just wasn't fair, it wasn't fair that you had to innocently sit on his bed in his clothes watching him undress and pretend you aren't watching and quite literally drooling over the way his muscles flexed with just simple movements.

if you could you would kiss each little ounce of skin on his body and you'd gladly do it over and over again.

fourteen-year-old you would sell her soul for this, deep down you wanted to jump onto him and rip off his remaining clothes.

it was so funny, he was painfully unaware and oblivious of the effect he had on you yet when he turned around now his bare back shown to you as he scretches to get a shirt from the closet you let out a little sound of surprise.

"since when do you have tatteos?" your voice mumbled almost like a self thought to yourself but audible to him, about the size of half a hand a black tattoo grazed his upper back.

he turned around, man tits and abs all out a cheeky little grin on his face almost like he's happy you noticed, "i got this second year, college so like almost eight years ago-" he pauses, eyebrows slightly furrowed in light confusion and shook, "wow, time really does fly, does it?"

"it really does" your voice tone changing for a split second to something a bit more nostalgic as you stood up from the bed, hands reaching out naively towards the tattoo, "... can i?"

seungcheol nodded in response as your fingers began lazily tracing the outline of it, "do you have more?" he shaked his head, his chest rising and falling faster than before but maybe you're just envisioning things, "you need to stop" his voice now also changed, sounding almost hoarse?

you didn't realize you were making him nervous at all, he never seemed the typ of guy that could have any sort of reaction when it came to such simple and tender touch.

"i'm sorry if i'm making you uncomfortable, it's just really pretty" you explained while you looked back down at your hand which looked unusually small in comparison to his back, "the tattoo or something else?" he answered faintly and you felt practically caught in the act yet you rested your head on his broad back, basically on the tattoo in response, "both" where did you get the sudden courage from?

from one minute to another, you grew rather bold as your hands move from his tattoos to his little moles, moving between them like a map and even that turned to a point where you started to massage his back making him groan.

in a sudden swift motion, your face was once again cupped, his hands cold, his own face inches away from your own as he muttered, "why are you doing this to me? why are you making it so hard?"

you froze in place once he took your face in his hands and your breath caught in your throat, his voice became quiet and his eyes shifted over to your mouth before your eyes met once more.

it took you some time to process what he said, your mind running wild as you tried to respond to what he just asked.

"i need you, been needing you, that's also why i'm here," you murmured muffled as a slow smile creeped up on his face, there was almost like a hint of relief in his expression, "how long have you been needing me for?" his tone mocking in a sexual way.

your gaze shifts to the floor, hiding from his praying eyes which just won't leave yours, "since fourteen"

"and how old are you?"

"you wanna embaress me," as you added "you already know it"

he chuckled, "oh, but i want my little girl to tell me" his hands wander back to your face, lifting it, a silent command for you to look up to him.

"your little girl? I'm 5 years younger then you, it's not the end of the world" you protested till after about 20 seconds adding weakly, "23"

"so my little girl is all grown up?" his hands leaving your face, tracing your collarbone till travelling to your tits, circling around them meanwhile maintaining eye contact like waiting for an answer.

"so pretty, so pretty for me" a slow, knowing grin tugged at the corners of his mouth as he slid his cold hands underneath the shirt he gave you earlier, taking a hold of your tits, "wanted to touch these for so long"

you raised your eyebrows, breath hitching cause you just had to ask, "since when?"

his fingers squeezed both tits, his gaze seeming a little hazy as it took him a few seconds to register what you just said yet he was quick to finally answer, "ever since you stopped talking to me, since the last time we talked on the phone, all i've had was you on my mind, i missed your voice"

"i touched myself fuckin' thinking 'bout you it would've been wrong if if i clocked in every now and then to pretend we're good old friends"

as you were responding he traced your nipples, making your finally sentence come out strained and breathy yet seungcheols actions paused when he heard what you forced out.

that tiny little smirk slowly but surerly found its way onto his face admist one raised eyebrow, the thing he did that would make young you always go feral, "how many times are we talking about here?"

looking down, you shamefully avoided his eager eye contact, it was so fucking embarrassing - it was embarrassing how you could feel your pussy fuckin throbbing from a little tit touching, it was embarrassing how many times you imagined his fat cock pounding into you when you were fucking his friends, it was embarrassing how many utter times you solely thought of him during other sex.

"that's what i thought" he grinned, "hands up" you did as he told when cheol slid of your shirt completely, simply the sight of your bare chest making him groan.

he wrapped his hands around each of the both, his big veiny hands covering them up entirely, his fingers moving to your nipples pinching both individually, "bet you used a dildo every fucking night, praying that it was gon' be me one day huh"

you moaned in response, shifting and arching closer to him - closer to his damn hands, seungcheol groaned while he himself motioned even nearer to your boobs, his mouth enclosing around your left hardened nipple, straight away beginning to lick your soft and sensitive flesh.

your hands ran through his hair, staying locked in them, your knuckles visable due to the sensation. you being a bit lightheaded leads to the both of you stumbling back slightly, ending up on his large bed his hands now running all over your body - touching, squeezing anything he could reach, his mouth never leaving your chest.

"so pretty," the sound of his rough voice mixed with little mewls muffeled as he sucks on the precious skin, "so fucking pretty"

you press your hips forward shamelessly, craving any form of friction, his heavy erection pressing against you directly as you groan deeply at the feeling of his skilled tongue working wonders on your tits combined with his cock against you, fabric being the only thing seperating both.

"need you," you pressed out, your own whimper cutting you off "in me, need you, inside"

"why? i'm not in a rush" his tone was still commanding yet his voice was as hoarse as ever like fighting with his inner self of just giving in.

"cheolie please" that sweet little nickname - his favorite, he liked so much, she used to call him that always.

cheol jolted his head, looking up to the ceiling, grunting loudly, "always have to make everything so hard for me"

in one swift motion, his oversized shorts that he gave you were slipped of you and he rested his hands on her ankles dragging you a bit closer to him, "gotta check if this pussy is ready for me, k?" he looked back at you, expecting a nod as you did so, much to your unease he spread your legs wide, inspecting and checking with two fingers even curling making you lightly squirm.

almost like sensing cheol was about to deny and say you weren't ready, you rapidly exclaimed: "can take it," when seeing his unimpressed face expression adding, "i swear, cheolie, promise"

deep down he liked it when you were vulnerable to him like this, when he saw you as something he could control and gently toy with instead of someone he once considered a friend. he liked the sight of you like this, so exposed, so fragile, so small - it made him want to protect you, it made him want to make you his but most importantly it made him want to fuck you brainless.

his hands ran to his pants, removing them of himself swiftly yet almost lazily like he had all the time in the world as if you weren't openly struggling to not cum on the spot, undone - just upon seeing the sight of his cock.

your lips slightly part, eyes a bit wider and for the first time in your sex life you actually wonder if you can take dick.

"what, are you suddenly unsure?" he moves closer to you, his fingers roaming through your hair like a soft caress contradicting to anything he said in the past five minutes, the cocky grin stays on cheols face so you know that he's still good old mean him.

"don't you think you'd look so pretty on it? don't you need my cum deep inside you? didn't you pray every fuckin' night for my cock to scretch you out? don't you? mmh" his tone incredibly mocking and dripping of pure sarcasm, his body now towering over you as his hands slide on a condom from his night desk over his length.

"che-" your words were abrouptly cut of by his dick slipping into you, so easily - the wet mess that you were already additionaly helped him slide in smoothly.

"so needy for my cock" he was about half way through filling you up and you dreaded the actual full fit cause you already felt him so deep inside. his thrusts were slow at first almost careful like testing the waters but surely picked up pace whilst mumbling: "so proud of you, look at you- taking it so well"

it felt like you had water in your ear, no thoughts in your brain as the only sounds you heard were the wet skin slapping noises echoing through your mind.

he pulled out just for a split second just to slap into you even harder, balls deep to the point where you could feel him probably somewhere in your stomach, incoherent blabbering and pleading coming from your direction.

"you're just a brainless little slut, who doesn't have anybody satisfying her, a brainless little slut who'd get on her knees for anyone just to forget about my dick, a brainless little slut who kept all those horny thoughts to herself for nine years just to spill them out the second i asked, that's you, isn't it?"

you moaned weakly in response as he mercilessly continued to pound into you, "fucking made for this, made to take me in every way there is"

it was truly pathetic, how you could already feel that tingling feeling in your tummy signalising that you were close and it was pathetic how his words turned you on, how they made you lift your hips up further how they made you whimper every time.

"gonna train you into my own little cum slut," his breathing irregular practically panting yet he's serious, "so close, cheolie fuck i-" his hands wander back to your tits while maintaining the same pace of hip movement, squeezing and kneading the delicate skin, biting his lips.

you clench around him, hips pushing forward one last time as you come, a mix of cursing and unsensical nonsense leaving both of yalls mouth during as he jolts his head back coming at the same time.

after about a minute later, seungcheol pulls out carefully, his hands cupping your face, looking at you sweetly almost innocently like he didn't just fuck the living brain out of you.

"are you okay?" you nod along, smiling lazily, your arms wrapping around his tough bare chest pulling him closer.

he returned the hug, wrapping his buff arms around you completely, kissing the top of your head softly, "i wasn't to mean, was i?"

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luckyshotwrites · 7 months

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Ch. 92 // Nice To Meet You, Drake // ???

Contents (Warnings): Drake Meets a nice curly haired fellow (Angst, slight blood warning, character and monster info as always). Read full chapter on A03

Wordcount: 4,000+

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(4 1/2 years ago)

Drake

"You wanna play?"

Drake inhaled deeply.

He wasn't allowed to meet many monsters, because if any of them tasted his blood, they'd find it desirable. In spite of that, his parents left him and Alexander together while they went on double dates.

Drake's dark gaze peered through the splits in his bangs.

They fought every single time they were together and Alexander didn't seem to care. He always acted like nothing happened the next time they met.

No matter what I say to him. Drake glanced at the portable console in his hand and the detachable controller Alexander offered him. He doesn't care because he thinks so little of me.

"No."

Alexander shrugged, put the two controllers back on its sides and continued to play his game. Drake adjusted himself on the couch they sat on together.

Drake's eyes flicked back to his phone. He tried to read the latest chapter of the sole lumpsum in Japanese, he had a odd fascination with learning and studying languages. However the consistent 'yahoooo', clicks, and music distracted him.

As he approached the age when he would become his vampire beast form, his ears were more sensitive.

Why are you sitting so close to me? You should play outside. Drake let out his passive aggressiveness,"what kind of prodigy plays videogames."

"Me."

Drake rolled his eyes at Alexander's lack of hesitation. "Shouldn't you be practicing magic or something?"

"It's the weekend," Alexander said. He was too engrossed in his platforming game to look up.

Prick.

Alexander spoke before Drake did. "Anything else?"

"What?"

He saw a smile at the corner of Alexander's lips, "So you're done? Cool."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Drake put his phone on the armrest. He attentively scanned over the bastard.

Alexander didn't respond. He simply played his game, still upholding his smile.

"You prick, answer me." Drake threw his hand over Alexander's screen.

"Move your hand," Alexander sighed, pausing his game.

"Make me." Drake dared.

The blonde moved the console up higher, Drake leaned closer in to put his hand in front of it once more.

They both continued to do that song and dance. No matter where he moved it, Drake fought to keep the screen covered. He even climbed on the back of the couch when Alexander stood up on the cushions.

"Quit it!" Alexander went forward, it frightened Drake for a second, but instead of biting his hand like he assumed the prodigy might do, Alexander licked it.

Drake snatched his hand away after.

Alexander gagged and commented on it's 'gross taste'—it did nothing to comfort Drake. All he could imagine was his siblings sinking their fangs deep into his flesh.

Drake leapt down before he lost his balance and went around the front of the couch to grab his phone. He unnervingly glared. "You're disgusting."

Alexander still had the height provided by standing on the cushions. "And you're brat."

Drake watched him crouch to jump from the couch and he took the opprutinity to yank the console from Alexander's hands, "know-it-all."

Alexander's feet landed—his lip rose and a low humming growl left his throat.

Drake expected him to say, 'give it back' or something along those lines. He didn't anticipate Alexander lunging at him for it. He caught both of Drake's wrists.

You're holding me that's fine. Drake swung both of his legs up, keeping them close to his chest, then threw them out to kick Alexander in the face. Alexander didn't flinch, though his glasses were broken upon impact.

How is he so strong, he didn't make a cloak! "Argh," Drake flicked his wrist and let go of the console.

Alexander immediately let him go to catch it. "You ass."

Drake landed and turned back. Alexander caught the console leaving his back vulnerable. Drake dove for right leg, pushed his body into it, keeping straight and made Alexander land on the coffee table, breaking it.

Drake leaped up and burst with laughter, "and you're supposed to be so great." His then took his eyes off Alexander when he heard footsteps approaching the living room.

Alexander took his chance and grabbed Drake's ankle. He pulled it to him as he rolled. Drake hit the couch first with his back.

No matter the kicking Drake did with his other leg, Alexander didn't let go.

"Stop being a fucking gnat!" Alexander got up held Drake upside down, unhindered.

"YOU'RE THE GNAT. YOU'RE ALWAYS COMING TO ME!"

Drake readied to use the only type of magic he could without watching someone else, blast magic.

"STOP."

The feminine voice interrupted them. Drake, hanging upside down, peered out of the corner of his eye at the girl that walked in next to his much shorter sister.

She was nearly as tall as Alexander.

"Look what you did to the table," the faint blonde woman said.

Alexander's eyes glowed, he moved against what she demanded with her siren vocals. He used disrupt didn't he? "I'll fix it."

He didn't blame or say that Drake started it.

The black haired male felt a tingling going up the leg that Alexander held, then through his body and to his head. Drake gained his ability to speak and move against her too.

"I hate when you do that, Vio-" Alexander dropped Drake before he finished. He landed flat on the ground.

Alexander repaired his glasses and the table.

Drake got up and groaned, "You jerk!"

"Guys!" Wenna called to stop them from fighting further. It didn't work.

"Don't get involved!" Drake shouted as he was grappled by the beast.

Smugly snickering, Alexander had Drake in a hold that made it impossible to use his arms effectively, "there's no way you're getting out of this without help."

Alexander would have been right in most circumstances if Drake wasn't willing to bite, and take Alexander's energy.

...

AND he said I taste gross. His hybrid blood is vomit inducing. His stomach worked the energy with the blood regardless, nonetheless he regretted not efficently washing out his mouth.

It was unfortunately not long after they got into a fight with magic that his parents and Alexander's came back to the house.

It led to who he was with now, his mom. She followed him down the hall, heading to his room. Once upon a time, his was close to Wenna's and Ulysses, yet now he was on the farthest end from his sister and Ulysses old room.

"Why are you so insistent on fighting, Alexander?" His mom asked.

He wasn't willing to answer when everyone else was downstairs. He didn't want to answer that question aloud at all.

He's an annoying, smug prodigy who thinks he can do whatever he wants because he's soooo powerful. It fueled his internal fire.

"If he really that annoying?" Danee questioned, and Drake slowed down.

His mom broke into his head again.

"I thought it'd be good for you to bond with someone who also has unique traits and is around your age."

Drake's head snapped in his mom's direction—the snarl bit at her once it left his mouth, "stay out of my head."

Danee didn't back off. "You won't talk to me, you won't talk to your siblings, you won't talk to your dad, Drake. We want to be here for you, but we can't be if you keep running off."

His eyes latched to hers. "Because I don't need help from anyone anymore, I'm not a kid." Drake broke eye contact and looked to his right side. "Especially not from your treasures."

"Treasures?"

He faced her again, yet this time failed to meet her gaze. "Who else, mom, I hear how you talk to Wenna and Ulysses. They can do whatever they want."

Danee leaned forward and held at his cheeks with her gentle hands."You know how it is, and I DO NOT play favorites." She argued, sternly. " I love all of you equally."

Drake pulled from her grasp.

"Drake-"

He knew what she would say next. The C.P.P.A. was starting up. Things would get better. He wouldn't have to worry about going out anymore because Monsters wouldn't be so reckless.

"Yeah, right," Drake said.

He moved past her and stormed off to his room.

"Drake Lancaster Clemente. You turn and look at me right now." Danee said.

He didn't stop or turn back, he threw open his door and slammed it before she could march inside. He kept a rugged, trembling grip on the handle. He'd refuse to let her open it.

He felt her on the door, and he began to feel sick.

"I love you, Drake. We all do."

He flinched at her whisper that passed through the wood.

He wanted to tell her she was lying and continue to argue. Yet his lips refused to open. Instead, he let the handle go when she left.

He fought with her, he fought with his dad, Wenna, Ulysses, and now Alexander.

He didn't move from it, he just cursed under his breath. Any word he could think of—none of them were strung masterfully together to make sense. He simply said them because he didn't know what to think.

Eventually, he pulled from the door and pulled out his vibrating phone. The group chat he joined blew up with messages.

Everyone was excited for their escapade tonight.

"Right..." Drake fiddled with the response in his mind.

I'm going. He concluded. After all, he would be amongst a group of humans. He longed to feel strong again.

...

"YO, you made it!" The supposed leader of the group cooed enthusiastically.

He met the guy wearing the heavy metal t-shirt at a skate park. Him and his friends, whom Drake was with today, had a big infatuation with exploring abandoned places like the hospital they were at today.

This one was due to a storm a while back, it apparently left it too unstable to use again but no one ever knocked it down. They simply put a fence around it and a no trespassing sign.

"I'm not a chicken." Drake commented. He checked over the group, three girls and two other guys besides himself.

Drake held back his excitement. He wanted to seem cool, so he acted indifferent, and held an untouchable fearlessness. Something at which drew their attention. He climbed up the wire fence, and somewhat hung at the top, helping them up and over.

This was nothing to him, humans weren't that heavy at all.

It was also fun for him, because he's never done something like this. Something illegal, but also something that he could easily handle. If there were wild animals, he could kill them. Human drug addicts, he could easily overpower them too.

He had not went into his feeding period yet either, so he wasn't interested in attacking humans.

The only thing Drake worried for was the building collapsing. Or parts of it, so he insisted that he'd go on ahead to make sure everything was stable and safe.

His favorite black hoodie covered in dust though. It held a single word word 'oppai' written in Japanese on it with the drawing underneath, an homage to an anime and manga favorite of his, single hit dude.

Besides the few close calls with some rubble, everything else seemed fine. There wasn't really any noise, an occasion drip of water probably leaking from the roof, or the sounds of them kicking rocks while they waved around their flashlights in the darkness.

One of the rooms they entered, an old patient room had been partially caved in. The rubble created a path to the next floor. It turned out well for them as they had a hard time finding a way up past the second level since the elevator wasn't going to work and all the stairs were blocked off.

It looks safe enough. Drake thought.

"Drake, can I hold your hand?" one of the girls in the group timidly asked.

He offered his, "scared, huh?" He loved seeing them scared and coming to him for safety.

It also painfully reminded him of himself. The amount of times he ran to his mom or dad in fear.

He tossed those memories, and focused in the present.

He held her hand, tightly and noticed they all started to circle closer to him. The superior feeling began to tumble down the hill in his mind. I'm probably the scariest thing here, you guys shouldn't-

His thoughts were interrupted as they all jumped at the loud

CRASH

It came from down the hall, ahead of them. They all pointed their flashlights at it and saw the doors swinging slightly.

"Someone's here, let's-"

Drake heard the foot steps from beyond those doors, two pairs. And pulled from the girl. "Stay here."

He didn't want to ruin everyone's time and he barely realized the shift in his vocals, nor the demanding animosity he sent at them. It kept them in place.

He leaped across the gap, he would stop and get whoever was beyond those doors. Or...that was the plan.

Not all plans worked that way though.

As soon as he crossed the hole in the floor and landed on the otherside, that edge landed on collapsed.

When the rubble from the third floor fell on the second, parts of it collapsed as well sending Drake to the first. It left him surrounded and partially under debris. He thankfully wasn't crushed enough for it to hinder him.

"Drake!" They called from above.

He was in a little bit of pain. "I'm okay!" That was embarrassing.

He then saw something jump across the gap, and soon he heard screaming. Another person followed. The yelling was soon cut out as he saw a barrier going up around that floor.

SHIT.

He couldn't climb the stairs, it'd take too long to race to them and using magic to throw himself up there might break more of the building.

Drake searched and dragged one of the hold rusted beds to the edge, used it to be high enough to jump off of to hoist himself up to the next floor. He then went to the room they climbed the rubble from and crashed into the barrier.

He couldn't see inside and he got ready to attempt to focus and blow it up, but he didn't have to. It fell.

The scent of blood slapped his face and drew his eyes to look at their limp, twitching bodies in the hall.

"Sorry buddy," one of them removed himself from the girl who held his hand. "we thought you wouldn't mind sharing." He gestured to the one closest to Drake's feet. "We paralyzed and saved that one for ya."

Drake looked at the one with the heavy metal shirt. "Sharing?"

The other stopped from drinking, and howled with vigor. He grinned stupidly at Drake. "You were planning on drinking from them, right? Why else would you hang out with humans." He dropped the guy he finished drinking from. Clearly neither had no regard for their lives.

Drake's legs trembled, they wanted to run at the guys. Something he couldn't do. They were vampires and it'd be dangerous for him. "Just fucking leave already, you-" He bit his tongue. Greedy disgusting heathens. Their probably diluted given their lack of manners. What kind of vampire just attacks people that are with another one.

"I'm a what? Go ahead." The one that looked about the age of Ulysses walked over their bodies and straight to Drake. He stood taller than him too and poked at Drake's forehead. "What were you gonna say, shortie."

Drake glanced at the finger that poked him and the friend that laughed behind him.

In a quick motion, he grabbed the vampires hand, brought it up to his face and viciously bit down as hard as he could then ripped off his pointer finger.

"AH FUCK!" The male took his hand back and pushed away from Drake.

"Don't you put your fiiiiiing-" Drake didn't have a chance to finish, the finger was knocked from his mouth as his friend rammed into him. He gasped from the air he expelled.

He slammed into the ground with the dude on top of him. "You shit!" His friend said as he straddled on top of Drake's waist and started to pummel his face.

Drake didn't block, he pulled himself up and ducked into the guy, looped one arm under his, and then used his planted left foot and hips to throw the guy over onto his back.

Then he secured his hold and began to strike into him back, relentlessly. The friend below him poorly attempted to grab Drake's arms and get him to stop.

Not that it lasted long.

An arm looped around Drakes neck and yanked him off. "Bite my finger off, huh. How about I snap your fucking neck."

He squeezed tighter and tighter, flexing his muscles to break him properly. It also didn't matter how much Drake dug his prominent claws into the males arm. They were still at a similar level in strength.

The male lifted him up off the ground and Drake did what he could to bring his feet up, then throw them down. It caused the male to partially lose his balance and go forward.

He released one of his arm and caught himself from falling. It left Drake with enough room to twist and slip his body free.

Soon, his friend struck Drake under the chin with his foot. It caused his jaw to crash together and his teeth to be knocked loose or snap. They at least regenerated fast.

Drake felt another solid kick, this one to his chest. It made him spit out the blood in his mouth from the hit to the jaw earlier.

He fell onto his back, near the window at the end of the hall. He struggled to get up but they both jumped on top of him.

Neither saying a word.

Drake didn't need to hear them speak anyway, he knew that look in their eyes. He cried out and the friend brought his arm up to their mouth and tore into it like it was a smoked rib.

He went to use magic, but the other clutched at his throat to keep his vocals from working. And the other covered his eyes. They at least new that much.

They wouldn't stop, they were tearing into him and swallowing his blood as if they didn't get enough from those humans earlier. Break, damn it, break! He desperately hit his heels on the ground, trying to crack open the floor. It didn't help or work.

I'm going to die. He thought.

He wasn't human, so he didn't have refilling energy. He needed to drink to get it back from others.

He wanted to beg the humans for help as he heard them escape. They couldn't help him—no, they wouldn't help him.

"Hey guys, long time no see." A new tone entered Drake's ears, it blocked out their gulping, chewing, and his own violent breathing. He hadn't even heard their footsteps.

Drake's eyes were then freed.

He saw one of the vampires had a bare of fingers curl around their head and yank them back. The boy behind them looked relatively young with tufts of brown curly hair and defining three dots in a row under his left eye.

"Hellloooooo?" The boy hummed.

The one that he held by the back of the head attempted to pry his hands off. "NO, please, wait!"

Drake watched the boy quickly drain him of energy. The vampire was then thrown back, a barely breathing empty husk.

He's a magus. Drake didn't know what a magus, especially one with cloaks and enhancements like that was doing here.

The other vampires friend released and threw himself away from him.

"Fuck, dude, look, we have your money-"

He crossed his arms and laughed, "do you now? Then why didn't you give it to me yet?"

The vampire glanced back at Drake, clearly wanting more. Drake was struggling to move, as he felt his hunger telling to him attack who he could, the closest being the curly haired.

"We-we wanted a drink first. You know." He glanced back at his friend. "Is he dead?"

"He's alive, but if you don't have what you owe-"

The vampire shook his head. "No, shit, no, let me get it." He reached into his pocket then muttered something. The curly haired threw his hand across with a swipe and without thinking twice. From his finger tips sprayed a neon green. It struck the vampires face and he cried out.

It sizzled as it melted his skin.

Acid. Drake thought.

He watched the curly haired boy hop and skip over to the vampire. He lifted his head by his hair to face him and saw the red burns, slowly dissipating with the dead flesh.

"Wanna try casting something again?"

"N-n-no."

"Great!" He flicked his head back and let go of his hair. Then his palm went over the vampires face and he slammed the back of his head into the wall next to one of the rooms.

The building trembled, and the wall he slammed him into broke along with his head. It seemed to burst upon being crushed and slammed.

The curly haired pulled his hand back and licked over the blood as the body fell to the ground headless.

Drake, barely got himself slumped onto the wall with the window behind him. I should jump out.

The friend of the vampire's head grew back after a few more seconds.

"I'm sorry, I swear, we-we're working on it."

He swayed as he licked off the last of the blood and went to get the bit at his cheek with his tongue. "If you were, you wouldn't have tried to kill me." He gripped under his chin. "I'm not stupid. I gifted you guys the ability to change your lives and you still end up disappointing me."

He squeezed momentarily, the friend fought for a thirty more seconds, before he fell to the ground too. Barely conscious.

Drake had attempted to break the window and climb out, and he soon felt the male behind him.

"Need some help?"

He saw he was far too close, his gray eyes shimmering with intrigue terrified Drake. He didn't know what to say.

His lips quivered but he still let out a concise, "no."

"Ha," the curly haired male smiled. It held a friendlier tone than earlier, "understandable," he pulled back and adjusted the collar of his red dress shirt, though partially covered in blood, it didn't show up because of the color. "What's your name?"

Drake couldn't stop his normal responses. "None of your business."

"Odd name," he joked and offered a hand, "I'm Andras."

Drake glanced at the hand and back at him. Andras took it back, "right, after what I just did, you probably don't want too." He looked out the window Drake touched.

"I don't care what business you had with them but I don't have interest in staying to chat."

Andras nodded and snickered, "I was simply curious. I don't think I ever seen someone handle two vampires so well."

"You had issues problems."

"Because they were distracted by you, for whatever odd reason..." He put a hand to his chin, scanning over Drake. Then his smile widened and he exclaimed, excitedly "unless you're a flawless!"

Drake jumped at the name and his following words left involuntarily in a hiss, "they were just crazy."

"Doubtful."

Drake flipped around, facing Andras. A vicious and scared look was easily readable in his eyes. "Just don't call me that."

"Then tell me your real name,"

He wanted to lie, and didn't. "Drake."

"Okay, Drake, it's nice to meet you." Andras said. Drake punched into the glass window. I need to get out of here.

Andras did nothing but talk as Drake climbed up into the window. "And I meant what I said. I'm impressed by you holding them off for as long as you did, Drake."

Impressed? He's lying. Drake told himself—it didn't stop his heart from fluttering. Someone that powerful impressed by me?

He didn't even take into account everything that Andras did say. Like how he'd even know what Drake fought with them prior.

It didn't matter to him at the moment. He had landed on the ground, hurting his legs for moments before he regained his composure enough to run. For some reason the night felt darker the the unlit building of the hospital.

"Can't wait to see you again!~" Andras shouted from the third floor window. Drake thought it was a dumb thing for him to say. He had no plans to meet him again, not that that stopped Andras's from his.

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