It had been Thorne’s intention to take Jordan home and leave once his best friend got settled. However, upon looking at the clock, Thorne’s trying to figure out how the half-hour he intended to spend had turned into 4 hours.
They were in Jordan’s room, sitting on bean bag chairs in the middle of the floor while one of Jordan’s favorite shows, Blood Moon, played on the flat screen TV. He had pulled the bean bags together so they could both be under Jordan’s blanket, despite Thorne’s protests that he wasn’t cold. Not that it mattered. Jordan had already draped the large orange blanket over them.
Thorne didn’t really watch Blood Moon when the show began, but Jordan liked it so much that Thorne had to at least give it a try. Little did Thorne know that after a few episodes he’d be hooked, wanting to know how the entire situation would play out.
Blood Moon was about a vampire named, Voltaire, who took pity on a human that was caught stealing food from his manor. The human, Allen, begged Voltaire to spare his life. He swore that if Voltaire allowed him to live, he’d swear his allegiance to him, serving Voltaire until he died.
Voltaire goes along with this, and soon, Allen finds himself living in the Rosewood Manor, home to a clan of vampires and their human “servants”. As the years go by, Allen finds a strange comfort in the manor, despite knowing that he could easily be killed if Voltaire wished it. It had also been revealed that Voltaire refused to drink human blood, but his abstinence was starting to make him ravenous, making the threat more imminent.
Something that Thorne is starting to identify with as he sits here.
That was several episodes ago and Thorne realizes that a lot had happened within the first season alone, and yet it still wasn’t over. The plot was always thickening and in the past couple of episodes, members of the clan had pushed Voltaire into putting Allen in his place, believing that the human had gotten too comfortable.
This is that episode.
Jordan had been sitting quietly ever since the episode began, and Thorne can’t blame him for being on edge. They binged the episodes they missed, and this was the mid-season finale. This is what the viewers had been waiting for. Thorne’s on edge too, but he can easily tell Jordan is more nervous than he is and it only seemed to grow.
Allen is pouring Voltaire a cup of tea like usual, though it’s eerily quiet. There’s no soft music in the background, simply the sound of the tea being poured into the cup. Allen hands it to Voltaire gingerly, offering him a soft smile as he takes a sip.
“Allen,” Voltaire begins, setting the cup down on the saucer.
“Yes, milord?”
“Do you remember what I said to you when I took you in a few years ago?”
For a moment, Allen looks at Voltaire in surprise, but upon noticing his master’s seriousness, Allen stills in fear.
“What did I say to you?” Voltaire asks, rising from his chair, not missing the way Allen flinches back. “Surely, you remember.”
“You...You told me that once I outlived my usefulness…”
Allen takes a deep breath.
“Go on,” Voltaire says. “I want to hear you say it.”
“Once I outlive my usefulness...you said you’d dispose of me...properly.”
“Yes. That’s exactly what I said. Haven’t you noticed that you’re more fortunate than the others? Most of them are nothing more than pets or food, completely at the mercy of their masters. You understand that, don’t you?”
“Yes, milord.”
Voltaire hums, hooking a finger underneath Allen’s chin, lifting it up ever so gently. He gives Allen a wry smile, watching Allen start to tremble.
“I think it’s time you remember your place,” Voltaire whispers, darkly.
At the feeling of Voltaire’s lips against his neck, Allen lets out a shaky breath. When he finally bites him, Allen cries out, tears welling up in his eyes. Voltaire holds him by the shoulder, keeping Allen in place as he sobs in pain.
Thorne gulps as he watches. Slowly, Thorne glances over at Jordan, who’s too focused on the scene to realize that Thorne’s looking at him. His hands are cupped over his mouth and Thorne notices his eyes are wide in surprise.
Briefly, Thorne can’t help but wonder what it would feel like if he bit Jordan. He’s heard the many stories of his family and their many victims and no story was alike. Each one was a little different.
He can only imagine it. Jordan’s lively and alluring voice becoming timid at the feeling of Thorne’s lips. He’d probably laugh at first, Thorne imagines, thinking Thorne is only teasing him. Thorne feels like that would be the case until he sinks his teeth into Jordan’s skin, tasting Jordan’s blood on his tongue. He imagines it’s sweet, but strangely bitter at the same time. The smell would probably drive Thorne even further up the wall and Jordan’s cries would only make it sweeter.
Of course, it’s just a thought.
A very dangerous thought.
Thorne can feel a shameful heat start to overtake him.
He quickly turns his attention back to the show, noticing that Voltaire had managed to pull himself away from Allen. They were both breathing heavily, looking at one another with such intensity that Thorne wondered if they were even acting anymore.
“Allen...are you alright?” Voltaire asks, his lips stained with Allen’s blood.
“I-I’m fine…” Allen breathes out.
“I don’t know what came over me. I…you know I’d never…”
“It’s alright, milord. I promise.”
Voltaire takes a deep breath, drinking in Allen’s disheveled state. His shirt was slipping off his shoulders and the collar was dotted with Allen’s blood. Blood was starting to drip from Allen’s neck and Voltaire bites his lip.
“It’s alright,” Allen repeats. “Take what you want.”
And without another word, Voltaire pulls Allen into a heated kiss.
As the screen fades to black, Jordan gasps in surprise and his tiny smile makes Thorne smile too.
“That...was amazing,” whispers Jordan. “I really liked it.”
“Yeah, but now the clan will really be a problem,” Thorne notes, poking Jordan’s nose.
“I know. I just wanted Allen and Voltaire to finally kiss. The tension was really thick.”
Jordan yanks the blanket off of his body, standing up from the bean bag.
“I’m getting a snack. Do you want anything?” Jordan wonders. “We have some granola bars, cupcakes, popsicles, popcorn.”
“I’ll pass...unless you’re trying to add yourself to the menu.”
“Sorry, honey. I’m not for sale,” Jordan teases, leaving the room. Thorne can faintly hear him chuckling under his breath.
Too bad Thorne was only half-way joking.
He quickly bites his lip, trying to will away his thirst for blood. He doesn’t need it. Thorne could live without ever drinking a drop of human blood and everything would be perfectly fine. He could be best friends with a human that had the sweetest smelling blood he’s ever had the chance to smell without wanting to drink every last drop. Thorne’s strong enough. He has enough power to keep his cravings away.
Then again, Jordan is right here. Jordan’s a perfect blood source. He’d never see it com--
Wait.
Wait, what was he thinking?!
Surely...he’d never take advantage of Jordan like that.
Would he?
“I’m back!” Jordan announces, stepping back into the room with an open granola bar. “Did you miss me?”
“Nope.”
“Well, excuse me, mister.”
He takes a small bite out of the granola bar before sitting back on the floor.
“You know, I’ve been wondering.”
“Yeah?”
“How come we never hang out at your place?” Jordan asks and Thorne holds his tongue.
He couldn't just tell Jordan that his family was a group of blood-thirsty vampires that would probably devour him on sight. He couldn't tell Jordan that he was one of those vampires and think that Jordan wouldn't be scared of him. Thorne's family was borderline insane. Just the concept of fresh blood was enough to bring out their more primal nature and Thorne knows that it would be impossible for him to protect Jordan from them. Besides, his family doesn't even know he has a human friend. He couldn't possibly bring Jordan around.
Fiction was one thing, but real vampires were another.
Thorne notices Jordan looking at him expectantly, his eyes filled with curiosity.
“Um...lets just say my family is a little...off.”
“Off?”
“Yeah. They're a bit...strange. I wouldn't subject you to such torture.”
“They can't be that bad. I mean, they’re your family.”
But they are, Thorne thinks. They're worse than you think.
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