Read BloodBite BL :: One Of Those Freaks

He was stunned at the sight of the two dots on his neck he had found a few days before.

He was unsure why. had bite marks on his neck in the shape of vampire fangs.

He was also scared to tell anyone because who would believe him anyway?

He had to get help before he turned, and maybe he can be saved.

Fortunately, he did not have the urge to drink blood like in the novels.

He might be mistaken, or maybe he won't be turned.

He touched his neck to check for bites.

His fingertips can still feel the holes from the bite.

It was not painful, but it was sore and itchy.

It was more like a mosquito bite, and maybe it was.

No, he knows what he saw. He saw a guy with red eyes attack him.

He was sure it had been a vampire because his blood had been drained out of him.

He hopes it was because he always wondered if they were real.

For many years, he read books about them being monsters with no mercy who killed anything.

That was not the case here; it was more like in romance comic books where vampires were good.

Like the comic books, it was a romance between humans and vampires.

It was mostly anime about girls in those TV shows.

but maybe, just maybe, it was a guy.

He felt his tough shoulders and heard his deep, hissing growls

The comments about his blood made him shiver.

He meant it in a good way by saying he liked it.

He hoped to see the guy again; he hoped to feel him.

…

….

He must not think anymore of such things.

Maybe he was hypnotised under the vampire's spell.

He hoped that was the case.

meanwhile

The bell rang, and he did not pay attention to a single word of what the teacher said.

It was weird.

He turned in his half of the project, and so did Curtis.

He did not see Curtis in any of the classes or at school today.

Curtis was in all the same classes as him, so it only makes sense that he was at school today.

Perhaps because his parents were upset.

Maybe you should not bring over a kid with a bad reputation.

Everyone in town knew him as a troublemaker.

But, in other words, he appears to be constantly irritated, which is why.was threatened by him.

For some reason, when he made that threat, it was just empty words.

He was shaking when he said them but sounded confident.

And I also noticed his eyes were dull.

"Dull" means hurt or in pain.

He actually pities Curtis because of that.

He has no idea why he was short-tempered and cruel.

But maybe he's just lashing out based on what he knows.

He might not have come from a good family, and he was bullied.

People in the class who commented acted as if they were still in middle school.

But this is post-secondary college, so they must mature.

He had to admit that the way things worked around here made him think he was back in high school.

But he's not; he's grown up just like everyone else.

He did not realise before that he had already gotten home.

Sure, it was not too far, but he had to admit it was far enough for a walk each day.

Brother! His little sister shouted out and gave him a hug.

What did you miss me ? he joked

Yeah, mom and dad said you were sick, and when I did not see them or you this morning, I was worried.

Witt was confused because his parents never left his little sister alone before.

at least for an hour or less, but he had to ask

Where are they?

His sister shrugged her shoulders and skipped back to her room.

He picked up on it quickly.Something was off.

He shook it off. He had a bad gut feeling.

He decided to text his parents.

dad

(Excuse me, where are you?))

……sending…..

Message sent.

He waited a while, and he was sure they would return soon.

Tick.Tock.

It was 5 p.m. and I was still not home.

He texted again.

dad

(Excuse me, where are you?))

<(hello?)

So far, no response.

He waited longer.

Tick tock

6 p.m., he was still not home, the sun was setting, and he was beginning to worry.

Tick tock

7 p.m. still not home

Tick tock

8-9 pm, he really started to get worried. He cooked his sister a late dinner and put her to bed.

Tick tock

It was 10 p.m.

He dialled his mother's number, but she did not answer.

Tick tock

11 pm, he called both his parents; none answered, and he texted his mom.

Tick tock

Still not home; it's midnight.

They never stay out this late.

Tick tick tick tick tock

He asked his little sister when she last saw them, and it was yesterday night since she slept in half the day, and he knows he did not see his parents this morning.

It was 1 o'clock. He knows he must go, and maybe go to the police station.

He got ready, had a hard time finding his keys, and charged his phone a little, and by 3:33

He was about to go out the door when he heard a knock.

That was strange that his parents had the house keys, but then he realised he had them and the car was still there.

So that means they did not take the car anywhere.

Kcock

Knock

It was more aggressive this time.

He stepped back by the door.

He knows they just fixed the doorbell.

He backed away from the door just in time when it split right open.

There stood a man with a gun and a cigarette.

Oh my *** wit dashed around a corner in his house to flee.

It's his parents' bedroom, and he blocked the door with a chair.

The guy was trying to break a throw.

It wouldn't last for long, so he grabbed his dad's gun from the closet and turned around.

He was face to face with the assassin, but he didn't shoot.

He was about to

He was more concerned with his gun than with his wife.

They were the same slicer model.

You're a hunter too, eh? I'm glad you weren't one of those freaks.