The True Hunter [4/?]
Title: The True Hunter [4/?]
Author: myself and mrs_saint_jimmy who RP this with me.
Rating: M
Pairing: Billie/Mike
Summary: Billie Joe, a vampire hunter, has an unexpected run-in with the vampire Mike. Unable to defeat him, Mike takes Billie Joe home for a late-night snack…
Warnings: yaoi, swearing, violence, and blood. Lots of blood…
Disclaimer: this did not happen and thus I do not own anything!
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The blonde vampire watched as the small dark-haired ex-human lay on his bed. Still dead. ‘Why is this taking so long?! …Then again, I was dead for three weeks so I can’t really complain… but still! It’s been two weeks, and I can’t leave for more than a few minutes in case he wakes up… why couldn’t I just let him die?’
He sighed and tapped his fingers on the sideboard repeatedly, while looking down at Billie Joe. “I really wish you’d hurry up. Despite how long it took for me to change, I’m worried... if you wake up you can have more vampire blood?” He tried coaxing the dead body back into life then sighed again. “Fine, be that way. And you’re going to crave blood like mad when you wake up… just to warn you… not that you can hear me…”
Another hour passed before the vampire heard Billie’s eyes open slowly. “Oh, sleeping beauty awakes.” He stood and left the room, ignoring the newborn’s terrified gaze. He returned with a crying woman, begging for her life. “Drink her blood.”
The fear in Billie Joe’s green eyes was replaced by confusion and anger. “You want me to what?!”
“You have to drink her blood or you’ll go insane. You’re a vampire now.”
“What? No! I won’t hurt her!
“It’s for your own good! Do you want to lose your mind?! You hurt vampires just fine so why not her? She’s just some hooker, she won’t be missed!”
The woman’s cries and begs became louder and her brown eyes were beyond terrified. She saw hope in Billie Joe, who didn’t want to hurt her but knew she needed to get away from the taller vampire holding her in place.
“I can’t…” Billie Joe looked away.
The older vampire sighed angrily. “Very well, then.” He took a penknife out of his pocket and quickly cut the woman’s throat and dropped her to the floor.
All of Billie’s senses flared like wildfire at the blood as the woman convulsed and bled onto the floor, unable to scream. Billie Joe leapt at her faster than the human eye could see and sucked as much blood as he could from the wound. He soon gave up on the slit throat wound and made a new wound where more blood spilled out, which was soon licked up and drank.
“Most of it is in a puddle on the floor, don’t waste it.” The elder creature commented as he licked the blood from the knife, before Billie licked and sucked at the puddle like a possessed animal. When most of it was gone Billie Joe lifted his head from the floor and the corpse and looked at the vampire, who turned him, with blood around his mouth.
“Are you finished?” The smaller vampire nodded while the taller wrapped the corpse in a tarp sheet. “I’ll take her away later. I need to make sure you’re ok.” Billie nodded again with blood dripping from his chin. “You may want to wash your face…”
Billie Joe wiped the blood off his chin with the back of his hand then licked it off, like a cat grooming itself. “That’s morbidly cute… now listen Kitten, you need sleep. You may have been dead but your body is going to be very tired from healing.”
“Kitten?” Billie Joe glared up at the blonde.
“You act like one, your body language.”
Billie suddenly seemed to recover from the drug-like effect of the woman’s blood. “I… killed a woman… oh God… I killed her…”
“I think you’ll find that I killed her.”
“I drank her blood! I may as well have killed her!”
“You have done worse to vampires for fifteen years. Why is this so different?” The blonde vampire retorted.
“She was human, she did nothing to me.” Billie reasoned.
“The vampires you killed may have done nothing to you had you left them alone. Get over it.”
“I never murdered vampires; I used myself as bait so it was always self-defense…”
The taller man sighed, “This isn’t murder. You need to understand that this is about survival.”
“You could have let Jason ‘survive’.” He used air quotes as if he were taunting the older vampire.
“No, I really couldn’t. He was the worst kind of vampire.”
“One who kills?”
“We all kill, but he kills for fun.”
“What do you call what you did to me then? When you tied me in a corner for days! Survival? That’s bullshit!”
The older vampire sighed. This wasn’t easy for him to admit but he knew he had to. “I was so thirsty and I needed blood, so I intended to bite you and kill you. I lied about not being thirsty! I just didn’t want to hurt you and that worried me! That had never happened to me before so I couldn’t let you saunter away… and I changed you to save your life. It was a split second decision, I couldn’t watch you die!”
Billie Joe looked up at him in disbelief. “You destroyed my life! You’ve stopped me dying but now you can watch me commit suicide! I won’t live to kill innocent people!” He stood and headed for the door at an incredible speed, only to be dragged back by his wrist and at even faster speed.
“How you gonna do it then? Because let me tell you something: the sun won’t kill you- it just hurts but that doesn’t matter because the fire won’t burn you and the stake won’t pierce your skin. Vampires cannot kill themselves- it is part of the curse! Don’t you think I would have tried it at some point?”
Billie couldn’t take any more. His only escape was gone and he was stuck as a vampire forever. Tears fell down his cheeks freely as his legs gave out and he fell to the floor, sobbing like a child. The blonde knelt beside him and held him close, knowing this is a difficult transition for anyone. “This is exactly what I was like at first…”
“C-Can’t we feed w-without killing?” Billie asked, begging for a ray of hope to cling onto.
“You could… but that person would suffer all kinds of psychological trauma, not to mention they’re gonna go to the cops. They often become subject to post-traumatic-stress-disorder, nightmares, depression and more than likely suicide… I’d say it is kinder to kill them quickly.”
“W-What about blood donors?”
“And what about the people in hospitals who need transfusions?”
Billie wiped his tears away, only for them to be replaced with more, “There’s no avoiding it, is there?”
“Sadly no. You have to come to terms with it. It’s never easy, but you won’t do it alone. This is my fault, the least I can do is help you…”
Billie Joe smiled a little, “Thank you… will you tell me your name?”
“It’s Mike Pritchard, oh- no that’s wrong- it’s Mike Dirnt. I have to change it every natural lifetime or the tax office will notice someone hundreds of years old.”
“That could be a problem.” Billie chuckled under his breath.
“Exactly, there is method to the madness.”
“Um… could I go sleep now?” Billie yawned, realising how tired he actually was.
Mike smiled down at him, “I think that’s a good idea.”
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And that’s Chapter4 done!
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