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Bradley
I need blood, preferably fresh….maybe I'll have a few drinks off Nal.
He's gonna go ape-shit though, and I'm not sure I've got the patience to deal with his antics. Last night was rough. I spent the last four and-a-half hours of my patrol dealing with a drunk, middle aged female responsible for a hit-and-run. The shrill screeching and nonstop complaining she was capable of made me want to muzzle her. Classic Karen, with a balding Darren in the passenger seat to boot.
Ugh.
Maybe if I bribe him with something? I'm honestly just so fucking hungry, and it puts me in some kind of mood.
I pass the last stoplight before our complex, turning into the parking lot at long last. Finding our spot I park my squad car and step out, taking a deep breath of the cold morning air. It was certainly typical autumn weather for WA last night, alternating between drizzle and rain. It's still dark, but the rain has stopped, leaving everything chilly and damp. I enjoy it very much. Nal loathes it; his body is struggling to adapt to the Surface, having been used to the constant warmth of Deep Earth. He seems to have trouble regulating his body temperature, and that psycho is racking up my electricity bill to ungodly levels. He's has no respect for the thermostat! Worst part? He's not contributing to the monthly bills. I'd love for him to get a job, but I'm honestly nervous he'd disembowel a co-worker, and he does a terrible job of acting human.
So for now, he's like an awful non-boyfriend roommate. We fuck, we fight, and we binge TV together. Nal has been super into Lord of the Rings since I introduced it to him last weekend. I chuckle, grinning to myself as I walk across the parking lot towards our place. So far, I've just been telling Nal LOTR is "surface" history, and all based on real events, because well, I just can and he doesn’t know better. He'd slit my throat if he found out I'd tricked him, for sure.
As I neared our door and pulled out my key, an unfamiliar, sweet scent coming from inside sets me on edge, and I noted the heat signature of a small human inside. What the fuck has he done this time? What's more concerning is the fact I can't hear it's heartbeat— is the human alive, or freshly dead and still emanating some heat?
I breath deep in an effort to relax myself but can already tell I'm probably in for something fucking weird; as if having a dark elf for a roommate isn't weird enough already. I pushed open the door, and found everything seemed to be in order at first glance. The pointy eared bastard himself is lying on the couch in his sweats eating a pint of ice cream watching Deadpool, complete with thermostat set to 85 degrees. 'Fucks sake. I need to invest in an energy-efficient space heater. You can imagine prior to his arrival, I rarely had the heat on. Maybe he'd like a heated blanket.
I grimace because my fangs are aching. The air is undeniably thick with this human's scent and it's emanating from the master bedroom. Whoever it is, they smell far too sweet— reminds me of warm apple pie, and I'm fucking starved. I've been living off of Nalfain for the past month. He's like my personal blood-bank, and it was part of the deal we made: his lifeforce in exchange for a place to hide. I've found his blood seems to have an extra "kick" to it, what with him being an immortal creature, and it leaves me with the best high. The main problem I've had is subduing him to feed. Shit, it’s so much work.
"Vampire." Nal hums, eyes remaining on the screen as he acknowledges my presence. He's completely relaxed right now and not masking his appearance with magic, and I lowkey hate how beautiful he is. The stark contrast between his skin and silver mane is so striking, but he’s an asshole, and that kind of ruins it. This creature is the ultimate fucking diva, he thinks everyone is beneath him, although I believe he may have met his match in me, not that you'd ever hear him admit it. In most ways I believe myself to be his superior, because I can't die. He may be blessed with immortal life, but he could die from a stab wound, just as easily as any human.
"Elf." I nod, depositing my stuff onto the counter and hanging my keys up. Typically he's always hinging on homicidal, but tonight he seems fairly laid back. Sometimes he ambushes me and gets in a few stabs to let his rage out. I allow it because of the whole unable-to-die-thing, and we can't afford for him to start letting it out on the neighbors. The fact I heal near immediately and therefore am the equivalent of an un-dead punching bag really amuses him. At first it infuriated him, because he wanted me dead. But now I suspect that he enjoys it, just like he enjoys how hard I fuck him. This elf is always hissing, biting, spitting— but once I pin him down and give him my cock, he becomes quite compliant. Docile even. In many ways the only thing I can liken to sex with Nalfain would be fucking and taming a feral beast. Not that that’s something I've participated in, unless you count dicking down a werewolf while in human form.
I don't bother to take my gear or flak off just yet, and stride over to the couch in silence. Placing both hands on either side of Nal's shoulders, I lean down, running my mouth over his neck, nicking the skin over his carotid artery. "I'm hungry," I murmur into him, placing a firm hold around his jaw with my hand, I reposition him to get a better angle. A deep chuckle emanates from his lips, Nal neither fights back nor turns away, which is definitely suspicious, and I suspect it must have to do with the human in the spare room. Placing a few soft kisses on his jaw, I hum in question. "What have you done, Elf?”
"Goodness me, aren't you the least bit pleased, Bradley? A curious little morsel showed up at our doorstep last night, so I've prepared it for you in the other room. Have fun," he grins smugly, eating another spoonful of my fudge brownie ice cream.
"Goddamnit, Nal." I growled into his neck, releasing my grip. He sighs irritably and sets the pint down on the coffee table, then swings himself gracefully over the side of the couch to face me.
"Before you air your grievances with me, come see it. Far too convenient an opportunity to refuse Bradley, you should be showering me with praise."
Nalfain is literally the worst. I hate him as much as I enjoy fucking him, and it's confusing.
I pinched the bridge of my nose in frustration, hissing under my breath. My teeth hurt, and my fangs are desperate to sink into warm flesh. Nal's little catch of the day, which I suspect he surely meant to use in order to dodge his obligation to feed me tonight, is going to be a problem, especially if I eat it. Shooting the elf a look of exasperation, I gesture for him to lead the way, and devilish grin spreads across his dark face, those red eyes glowing in delight. I follow his saunter to the door, and roll my eyes as he opens it with a flourish of the hand, "breakfast in bed, as the humans so say," he snickers, leaning against the door frame.
I pushed past him to find a petite redhead lying limp on the bed. Loose waves strewn across her face, body hog-tied, mouth gagged. On closer inspection I see she's unconscious, breathing slow and even, eyes lidded eerily. A developing bruise on her temple where I suspect Nalfain struck her. Fair skin, some freckles strewn across her face. Delicate features, fair lashes and fair brows, and plush pink lips. She's beautiful.
I grimaced and tilted my head at Nal. "How long has she been unconscious, elf?"
"Since the earliest hours of your forsaken mornings." He said with a yawn.
Fuck. That's like four to five hours. How hard did he hit her? This is bad. "Why couldn't I hear her heartbeat outside?" I inquired, finding it curious I could hear it now, but not earlier. Nal shrugs absentmindedly, eyes trained on her frame. "Silencing spell. She started to scream, you see."
"Clever..." I muttered to myself, crossing over to the bed. I reached out to brush some hair out of her face, and the warmth of her skin sent tingles down my spine. It was then I knew I'd be eating her... how could I not? Something was nagging at me though, it was that damned elf hovering nearby like a buzzard. "Away with you, elf." I said, waving him away. Nal doesn't budge.
"I said you can leave now." I hissed over my shoulder, shooting him a look of warning. He arched a perfect brow, and I could tell he was dancing inside with wicked delight. "...I should like to watch." Nal purrs cruelly, a naughty grin stretching across his face. It seems watching me kill and eat something is either a kink of his, or an item to cross off a demented bucket list he's got. Nal takes sadism to a whole other level, truly.
"If I eat it, I'll let you watch in silence. But for now, fuck off." I growled. My head is pounding and I'm beginning to feel more and more feral with hungry. Nalfain groans, rolling his eyes with disappointment before disappearing back into the living room. I sighed and returned my gaze to her form. The steady rise and fall of her chest as she breathes caused me to war further with myself. This whole thing is such a mess, and I'm just so hungry. All I wanted to do was eat and go to sleep, is that too much for a vampire to ask?
After a few ticks watching her, I loosened the bindings a bit, hoping to at least alleviate a little discomfort for her in the meantime. Suddenly the sound of a blender interrupted the silence though, and I groaned. What the fuck is he making right now? I didn't know he'd figured out the blender either, which is almost more concerning somehow. Blendtec's arent cheap, and Nal isn't exactly "patient" in the kitchen. Goddamnit.
I rubbed my temples and stared at the tasty little problem lying on my bed. Just a sip? My blackened eyes watched her neck where delicious blood flows just under the surface of that fair skin. I could get away with a few drinks, manipulate her memory, and deposit the woman elsewhere. The problem is, my self-control is terrible. Humans are an amusing irony anyways, as they are both weak and substantial creatures in the same breadth. You twist something wrong and they're dead, yet a human could fall from a five-story building and randomly survive.
Make it make sense.
I just know myself well enough to understand I'm terrible at stopping once I start. Last week I drained Nal dangerously low, but he tossed back some magical healing potion and recovered quite easily. I wonder if he's got any more of those. I stand up, deciding to raid Nal's belongings for more of those things just in case, because I might as well eat her after all. I just made it to the door when I heard an erratic shift in her breathing. Spinning around I was met with a pair of pale blue eyes widened with terror. I didn't miss the way her eyes softened when she caught sight of me, though. Her soft voice was muttering something incoherently behind the gag, and I realized she seemed relieved by my presence.
Shit, I'm still in my uniform and she likely thinks she's being rescued.
What a cruel fucking irony this life is.
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