Original Stories Fan Fiction / Romance Fan Fiction ❯ Playing With Fire ❯ Bloodlust ( Chapter 17 )

Chapter 17: Bloodlust

Kel's P.O.V

“Is there a problem, brother?” Kel finally asked after listening to Chase growl consistently for the past half hour. It would be easier to just read his thoughts, but Chase would no doubt detect the invasion and inflict some kind of bodily harm on him for “prying”.

“None of your fucking business!” Chase snapped glaring daggers at his younger sibling.

“Very well,” Kel replied calmly before stopping to open his locker. Chase leaned against the locker off to the side, a deep scowl set on his face. Kel proceeded to unpack his bag, waiting for the explosion he knew was about to occur.

“3…2…” Kel counted down slowly to himself.

“Who the fuck is this “Dyne” guy anyways!” Chase yelled turning to face his brother as if he held all the answers.

“I don't know, Chase,” Kel replied releasing a sigh, “Would you like me to go ask him?”

“I don't need your fucking sarcasm, Kel.” Chase growled irately. Kel rolled his eyes before re-shouldering his bag. Chase was acting like a child who just had his favorite toy stolen by a bigger kid. His jealously was a painfully obvious thing, so was his denial for that matter. If the situation wasn't so complicated, Kel would gladly encourage his brother to pursue the witch, though he could really care less. However, they still had many unanswered questions, and contacting Craven was beginning to look more appealing by the second, if just as a means of getting this mission over and done with.

However, calling on their eldest sibling was something that neither felt entirely comfortable doing… Craven possessed the incomparable ability to make both brothers feel like five-year olds in his presence. If they were going to deal with this situation on their own, then they would have to do it quickly.

“For all we fucking know we could just be blowing this entire thing out of proportion,” Chase hissed, “You haven't even gone near Mia to see if you would get the same reaction that I did.”

“That's kind of the point genius,” Kel scoffed, “Why risk it?”

“Oh gee, I don't know…how about to see if what happened to me was a fluke or not,” Chase replied dryly rolling his eyes.

“Right, and what was it that happened to you again? You “tingled”?” Kel shot back evenly.

“Very fucking funny,” Chase scowled, “If you're so sure that I'm exaggerating then why don't you run a little experiment with Mia and prove my stupidity, you little shit?”

“Like I said, why risk it…besides, one of us needs to have our head on straight for this mission,” Kel pointed out in a bored tone as he and Chase walked towards the cafeteria.

“Pussy…” Chase mumbled under his breath.

“What was that?” Kel said glaring at him.

“You heard me…pussy,” Chase repeated offhandedly, “You're just too much of a puss-hole to make a move on your little tainted demon bitch,” he taunted with a wolfish grin donned on his perfect features.

Kel growled low in his throat before turning sharply to glower at his brother. “If it will make you stop crying from your fucking vagina then I'll test her the next chance I get.”

“Glad to hear it little brother, here's your chance now,” Chase said gleefully before roughly shoving Kel forward, causing him to collide with a soft body.

“Sonofva…” he mumbled as his ocean blue eyes met crimson red.

“Hey handsome,” Mia said huskily, a smirk turning up the corners on her pretty face. “I was just looking for you. Today happens to be your lucky day.”

“And why is that?” Kel questioned with a raised eyebrow.

“You get to take me to Homecoming,” She said with a bright smile.

“Damn, this girl is relentless...” He thought wearily. It was on the tip of his tongue to tell her no, but then it occurred to him that Chase will never leave him in peace until he tests her.

“Very well, I'll pick you up Friday at 7,” He decided with an irritated sigh.

“Great! See you Friday,” Mia said cheerfully before reaching up on her tiptoes and kissing his cheek. Kel, once again, made no move to stop her or wipe his cheek as he watched her saunter away.

“Well look at you,” Chase piped in, “Finally grew those balls I've been recommending all these years, huh?”

“Don't you have something else to do aside from annoying me?” Kel asked glaring heatedly at his brother.

“As a matter of fact…” Chase drawled, his eyes following a group of demons walking down the hall way. Kel turned in the direction of his gaze only to find Scar and his little crew. “Don't you think it's about time we got in good with them, you know…for the mission and all?” Chase suggested with a cat-like grin.

“Yes, I do. Only problem is, we already got off to a bad start with them…no thanks to your ass of course.” Kel replied dryly. Every encounter Chase seems to have with Scar never ends well, thus making it more difficult for them to get closer to the group.

“Hey, don't blame that shit on me!” Chase argued, “He's the one who always fucking starts it…I swear he's challenging me…”

“Enough,” Kel interrupted. “I'll get us in; just don't start any more problems for the rest of the day.”

“Yes Sir!” Chase said with a mock salute. Kel rolled his eyes as the two parted ways, the bell ringing to signal the end of lunch. Kel's next period class was with the Fox demon in Scar's crew, Nas. As far as he could tell, Nas was the most soft-hearted one in the group. The kid was hardly the cold-blooded type and seemed to be the easiest to get around.

Kel walked into his 4th period Computer Technology class, taking his seat beside Nas. On the first day of class, the seat was preoccupied by a human girl who was clearly taken with the Fox demon, but it wasn't difficult for Kel to “persuade” the girl to swap seats with him. Technology was clearly Nas's area of expertise and no doubt part of his job description in the crew. The boy was obviously beyond advanced for a juvenile high school class and often dozed off during the lecture.

Less then 20 minutes into class, Nas had already completed the assignment for the day and was now currently situating himself for his daily nap. It was then that Kel decided to strike up a conversation with the kid.

“Excuse me, but can you help me with this next step? I have no idea what I'm doing,” he asked with a friendly smile.

“Ah, sure,” Nas replied, the surprise evident in his tone since Kel has sat beside him for a week now and not once made an attempt to start a conversation. After helping him with the problem, of which Kel paid no attention to, the two continued to make small talk.

“Hey, do you know of any after parties happening after Homecoming on Friday?” Kel inquired causally.

“Yeah sure, Stefan always throws one at his place. Whole school is invited…” Nas replied hesitantly as if unsure of whether or not he should be divulging such information to the enemy.

“Really…well then I'll be sure to stop by, that is unless the invitation is not extended to me and my brother?” he asked knowingly since Nas did not seem like the type to openly offend someone in such a manner. The kid didn't have a mean bone in his body, what he was doing with Scar was beyond Kel's comprehension him.

“No…I mean yes… you're invited and your brother too— of course,” The little demon stumbled through his words, clearly unsure of how he should be handling this situation. Kel then chose this moment to tap into Nas's mind and eavesdrop on his thoughts.

“Fuck…Scar's gonna kill me for inviting them, he hates these two and we still know nothing about them…but everyone's invited so what should I do…fuck, fuck, fuck.”

“Are you sure? We wouldn't want to intrude,” Kel continued to push for the sake of politeness.

“Fuck…the guys are gonna kill me!”

“Absolutely,” Nas said aloud with a friendly smile, his words completely contradicting his thoughts.

“Alright then, guess I'll see you around,” Kel said before gathering his things and leaving the classroom.

Chase's P.O.V

Chase's eyes scanned the sea of teenage girls filling into the hall way, all of which were adequate options for his mid-day snack yet he didn't want any of them. He was beyond starving, to the point in which he could already feel his fangs extracting as his hungry grew. It would be all too easy to feed on one of these humans, but the only blood he was craving belonged to a certain little witch…

He had spent the last hour of the day trying to find someone to appease his appetite and quickly found that he had suddenly become a picky eater, something that before today he never had an issue with. Feeding was usually the most relaxing part of his day, yet he felt nothing but frustration.

“Why is this so fucking hard…just choose a bitch, compel her…maybe fuck her…then eat her!” He silently encouraged himself before walking up to a hot little redhead.

“Hey there beautiful,” He greeted with his trademark smirk.

“Hey yourself,” The girl flirted back, her voice taking on a salutary tone.

“See, easy…keep going…” Chase continued to mentally encourage himself.

“Why don't you come with me to the washroom and we'll have some fun,” He said with a wink to emphasize his point. However, the girl's smile turned into a frown as traces of anger seeped into her expression.

“Um, no! Do I look like some kind of whore to you?” She exclaimed before slamming her locker shut and turning to leave. Chase grabbed her arm, spinning her back around to face him.

“Allow me to rephrase,” he said calmly before locking his hypotonic gaze with hers, “Come with me now.”

“Okay,” the girl replied obediently following him to the washroom.

As Chase reached for the door, it suddenly flew open on its own revealing none other then Sage. As she walked out of the washroom, she stopped just in time before colliding with him, shock written across her face.

A moment of awkward silence passed between the two before Chase caught the way her eyes shifted to his female companion behind him. Her bright green eyes filled with suspicion as she took in the girl's dull and lifeless eyes before readjusting her gaze back on him.

“What are you doing?” she asked with a hint of accusation already leaking into her tone.

“Going to the washroom,” Chase instantly replied with a carefree smirk.

“The girls' washroom?” Sage asked with a quirked eyebrow.

“Its cleaner then ours,” he continued without missing a beat.

“And the girl?” she continued to question as her suspicion grew.

Chase turned to look back at the redhead before turning back to the witch, smirk firmly in place. “I guess she's gotta go too.”

The witch's eyes narrowed dangerously, realization dawning on her. “Don't even think about it,” she hissed at him.

“Think about what?” he asked as if he was truly confused.

“Oh don't play stupid! You're about to go feed on that poor innocent girl, aren't you?” she bluntly accused.

“Yes, I am,” Chase admitted freely.

“You can't do that!” she argued.

“Sure I can,” he countered.

“No you can't and I won't let you!” she declared stubbornly crossing her arms over her chest and blocking his path. .

“Oh yeah? How you gonna stop me?”

“I'll—”

“You gonna take her place?” he asked tilting his head impatiently to the side.

“No, of course not—”

“Then shut the fuck up and move,” he said before pushing past her into the washroom with the human girl in tow. He then closed and locked the door behind him, putting up a barrier so that the witch couldn't barge in like he knew she planned on doing.

“Stupid annoying bitch…” he murmured to himself before getting back to his lunch.

“C'mere,” he commanded.

The girl obeyed, still under his influence, and walked towards him. He backed her into a stall and moved her hair from her neck, allowing him better access. He could clearly hear Sage's voice on the other end of the door, banging and slurring out a string of profanities that he would be proud of if it wasn't directed at him. Ignoring the witch was easy…it was difficult however to ignore the irresistible scent of her blood which he had caught a whiff of from the moment she stepped out of the washroom.

And to make matters worse, his current meal didn't smell appetizing at all. In fact, the aroma of her blood was nothing less of nauseating. Chase wasn't entirely sure what was happening, but he knew it wasn't the human…it was him. He had been all over town looking for someone to eat but none of the humans appealed to him, even the ones he had fed from before. The only blood he craved was…

“Fuck…” he thought before running a tired hand over his face. He then compelled the girl to forget their encounter before shoving her aside and yanking open the washroom door.

Sage's P.O.V

Sage, who was still banging on the door, was shocked when it suddenly flew open to reveal an irritated looking Chase. She took a hesitant step back as Chase slowly advanced on her, a predatory look on his face.

“What did you do to the girl?” she asked with an accusatory glare.

“Nothing, she's fine. You on the other hand…” he replied slowly as his voice took on a husky tone.

“Wha— what are you doing?” she backed away suddenly frightened by his change in behavior.

“Well, thanks to you I'm still hungry,” he said calmly, backing her into a locker. “Now, how do you plan on fixing this?”

“That's not my problem,” she said trying to hide the quiver in her voice as he trapped her between his body and the locker, his arms blocking any means to an escape.

“That's where you're wrong witch…because it is your problem.” Before she could reply, she felt a tingling sensation course through her body. As she blinked and re-focused her eyes, she found that she was no longer in school but rather in the confines of Chase's bedroom.

“Oh god, not again…” she thought nervously.

“Since you seem to have a problem with me feeding off of innocent humans…I see only one solution,” he explained as he slowly advanced on her.

“Which is?” Sage asked before backing into the bedroom door. She quickly made an attempt to pull the door open before he could reach it but was too slow. Chase slammed his hand down against the door, slamming it shut while stepping into her personal space.

“You see…the only blood I seem to be craving lately is yours,” he continued, inclining his head to bring his lips closer to her neck. “This means that you are now my, official, everyday meal-ticket.”

Sage's eyes widened in horror, just because she didn't want him feeding on others didn't mean she wanted him to feed on her. She tried to push him away but he grabbed both of her hands in one hand and pinned it above her head.

“Aw, C'mon baby…don't be like that,” he smirked pressing his body flush against hers. “It's not like I'm gonna take enough to kill you or anything.”

“Chase, I swear to God…” she threatened while struggling fruitlessly in his hold.

“What are you and God gonna do, huh?” he chuckled, running his fangs along the curve of her neck. “What would you rather I do…feed from you? Or some innocent human walking down the street?”

“Why can't you drink animal blood, like Kel?” she questioned hopefully.

“Because I'm all for animal rights and that's abuse, Kel should be ashamed of himself,” he joked, the smirk never leaving his face. “So, what's it gonna be witch?”

She didn't know what to do. She hated him for giving her an ultimatum, putting the blood of those he would kill on her hands. But she hated herself even more for still having feelings for him…

“Offer going once…going twice…”

“Okay! You win,” she finally agreed, “You can feed on me whenever you want, but if you spill so much as a drop of innocent blood then the deals off!”

Chase's smirk widened, his fangs flashing dangerously in the light. “I was gonna feed on you whether I had your consent or not,” he scoffed, “So I don't really have to abide by your rules…but I will if it means I wont have to listen to you bitch and moan all the time. So long as you're willing to let me feed on you whenever and wherever I want…then we've got a deal.”

“Fine,” Sage said gulping nervously before arching her neck towards him, exposing her creamy, tender flesh to his lethal fangs. “Just make it quick.”

Chase stared at her for a moment, as if deciding whether or not she was being serious. He gently grabbed her neck, allowing his thumb to caress the vain near her pulse line. He leaned down, his lips brushing against her pulse before he began to suck on it. She shivered against his touch as he alternated between using his tongue and teeth to nip at her neck. He could already smell her arousal…which, mixed with the sweet aroma of her blood, was intoxicating.

Sage didn't understand why he was suddenly being so gentle with her…not that she was complaining. When he extracted his fangs, she tightly closed her eyes in anticipation of the pain to come. He sank his fangs into her neck, tearing the flesh as he began to drink his fill of her.

“Ah…”she cried out, whimpering softly as the pain shot through her. At first, the pain was white-hot, but it eventually subsided and was replaced with a different sensation. As he sank his fangs deeper, a jolt of pleasure shot through her body. Sage felt the air leave her lungs as her head lulled back against the wall in ecstasy. Chase freed her hands to wrap his arms around her waist, pulling her body closer to his. His hands then journeyed lower to her ass, squeezing it roughly before hiking her up around his waist. Sage instantly wrapped her legs around him and snaked her arms around his neck as a groan slipped from her lips.

“This…feels so good…” she moaned in pleasure as one hand tangled itself in his spiky hair while the other moved across his back, her nails grazing into his skin as a result of her passion.

Trickles of blood streamed down the side of her neck as he continued to devour her. Chase's hand reached up, taking hold of her hair and tangling his hand in her soft tresses before roughly pulling her head to the side to allow him better access, but not hard enough to cause her any real pain. Chase moaned into her neck as he continued to feed from her. But it wasn't enough, Sage wanted to be closer to him. Sensing her desire, Chase began to thrust into her, grinding his hardened cock against her now damp core.

“Chase…” Sage moaned as the friction between their clothing only served to heighten her pleasure. She tried her hardest to stay quiet, but she could stop the sounds from escaping her mouth. She grinded back into him with the same amount of force and eagerness, knowing fell well that her wetness was probably dripping down her thighs at this point.

Sage felt her body becoming weak from the loss of blood but she couldn't bring herself to care, much less tell him to stop. Finally, Chase began to retract his fangs from her neck, lapping at the wound with his tongue until it healed from his saliva.

Sage felt like a wonton whore by the way she was clinging to him for dear life, grinding her body against his like a bitch in heat. Her body felt like it was on fire as heat pooled between her legs. She had no doubt that Chase could smell how wet she was, the thought alone made her blush from embarrassment. She had no idea that him biting her like that would be so pleasurable to the point where she wished he would have just fucked her right there against the wall.

“The asshole probably didn't tell me cause he wanted to see how humiliated I would be…” she thought to herself.

“Why didn't you tell me?” she asked breaking the silence, her labored breathing being the only sound in the room He had yet to place her back on her feet, which she was grateful for since her legs felt like jelly. If he wasn't holding her up she would have collapsed by now.

“Tell you what?” came his mumbled reply as he trailed hot open-mouthed kisses along her neck.

“That it would feel like that…” she admitted shyly, still panting as she tried to control her breathing.

Chase chuckled as he walked them over to the bed, sitting down with her straddling his lap. He pulled his head back from her neck to look at her, a smirk playing across his face. “Gee, I don't know, maybe because it wasn't supposed to feel like that.”

“What do you mean?” she asked a frown appearing on her flushed face.

“Most humans don't usually enjoy being fed on because…well, let's just say it's not a very pleasant experience. But you…” his smirk widened, “I always knew you were a freak.”

Sage stared at him in disbelief as her face turned bright red. She suddenly felt digested with herself for enjoying what he did to her. She felt humiliated to the point where her eyes burned with unleashed tears. She tried to climb off his lap, not wanting to face him right now, but his hands gripped her thighs and jerked her further up on his lap. The sudden movement caused her nether regions to grind against his erection, eliciting a moan from both of them.

“Why did I pick today to wear a skirt?” Sage thought ironically.

“Chase…let go.”

“No.”

Sage released a heavy sigh; she didn't want to do this again. Chase had made it perfectly clear that she meant nothing to him, and she wasn't about to get her hopes up for the second time. “Chase, please…I need to get back to school.”

“Bitch, you can't even walk,” he snorted.

“Yes I can,” she challenged.

“Fine, go ahead then,” he said before releasing her and allowing her to climb off his lap. Unfortunately, as soon as her feet touched the ground they gave out beneath her, sending her crashing back down onto Chase's lap.

“See, I told you,” he replied cockily before readjusting her to straddle him again.

“Well, at least let me sit on the bed!” she argued as an attempt to put some distance between them.

“I prefer you here,” he shot back, “Now, how about we talk about how turned on you are right now.”

Sage was positive that her face couldn't get any redder then it already was. “You're such a jerk! Let go of me!”

“I mean, that was some pretty kinky shit back there, I didn't know you liked it rough,” he continued as her temper soared.

“Chase…” she warned her eyes narrowing into slits.

“We can always continue if you like?” he suggested as his hand slipped under her shirt and slowly made their way towards her breasts. Sage then grabbed his hand and removed it from underneath her shirt.

“I'm not playing anymore of your games!” she snapped. “You already made it clear how you feel about me. Not only am I sacrificing my self-respect by allowing myself to be your go-to snack willing, but I'm keeping your secret as well. So the least you could do is show me some respect by not treating me like some kind of disposable toy!”

Sage watched as the smirk fell from Chase's face. He gazed at her for a long time as the muscles in his jaw ticked. For a moment, Sage wondered if she pushed him too far. The last thing she wanted to deal with was his uncontrollable temper, least of all when she was alone with him with no where to run.

An emotion flickered across his face, but it was gone before she could decipher what it was.

“You're not going back to school,” he finally spoke, the amusement gone from his expression. “You lost too much blood, stay here and get some sleep.”

Sage blinked, her expression dumbfounded, as he picked her up and laid her down into the bed.

“Where are you going?” she asked as he turned to leave.

“Back to the school, you can leave whenever you want,” he casually threw over his shoulder before vanishing from the room.

Sage sat mystified in the bed. “Wow…no smartass comment, he actually listened…” she rolled over and snuggled into the pillow. Everything smelled like him… She felt herself becoming drowsy from the blood loss as her eyelids became heavy.

“I don't think I mind him biting me…” were her last thoughts before she drifted off into unconsciousness.