His feet were quick. He was breathing heavily, the pounding making his vision blurry and his stomach feeling as though it was tearing itself apart. He hated being an Infected. Hunger was caused by pain and heavy emotions. And when it happened, it hit hard. He took the stairs down almost two at a time and almost ran into two maids who gasped in surprise as he ran past. Thankfully, any of the human pets kept within the manor were tucked away. If there was one thing he knew about being Infected, they were incredibly possessive of things they considered theirs. Especially when it came to their pets. He was full on sprinting now as he could feel himself slipping. He was imagining himself returning to his room, breaking through the doors and pinning the human onto the floor as he drank from him, his cock deep inside-

Holy shit! This was spiraling far out of control! He reached the barely used storage room and ripped open the door. A rush of cold air and his eyes fell on the shelves and shelves of blood packs. All meticulously labeled. But he didn’t care about flavor. He grabbed the first one and ripped into it with his teeth and downing the whole thing. Thick, dark blood ran in rivulets down his chin and only his once pristine shirt. When he was finished with that one, he threw it aside and tore into another one with a wild desperation. His dad had once told him that feeding straight from a human was far more satiating than the blood bags but he had also promised himself that he would hang onto his humanity as long as he could. He refused to cross that final line that made him as monstrous as the rest of his family. As the rest of the Infected. 

He didn’t know how many he went through, more than several drained and ripped bags cluttered at his feet. When he was finally satisfied, he leaned his back and head against the doorframe, allowing himself to regain control of himself. The human was dangerous and he might never have the chance to actually escape.

A commotion down the hall had him looking around the doorframe to see the doors to a billiard room were open. He wiped his chin, only to glare at how much blood came off on his hand. He peeled off his shirt, used it to wipe his face clean before leaving it on the floor with the rest of the blood bags. Let someone find it. He didn’t care. It wasn’t like he was hiding the lifestyle he’d chosen. He moved towards the open doors and paused just outside to peek inside. 

He was probably the only one who knew of them. It wasn’t the first time he had run into them like this. Sitting on the edge of a billiard table rather against his will was Cain, trying to push Rin off of him. The Priest had his hands on Cain’s hips, the Beta’s pants open. Cain was telling him off as he normally did but when Rin shut him up with a kiss, his brother wasn’t fighting him off. Rin wasn’t a Beta, nor was he an Alpha or an Omega. But he had felt the male’s pheromones and they terrified him. Rin was something else and it was dangerous. How long his relationship with his brother was going on was beyond him but he wasn’t about to be the one who revealed them. He was more afraid of his brother than Rin if he did. 

He turned away. He didn’t need to see this. He gave them their privacy and decided he needed to leave the manor entirely and clear his head. He had a lot of things to think about and he needed to plan how both he and August could get out of this the way they wanted.