For just_muse_me Prompt 23-4-1 Hunger
Those first few days after Thomas moved out of House Raith were the worst. For the first couple of days, it was fine. The Hunger was something he could ignore - after all, when he’d been separated from Justine for whatever reason, he tended not to feed until he had to, both he and the demon preferring to wait, to feed on the emotions she had in abundance.
It was on the fourth day that Thomas realized that what he’d given up could be a problem.
He was out late at night, getting some more painkillers for Harry, with what little money he had left after paying of Kincaid. The pharmacist was blonde, tiny, green eyes, and altogether too cute. He’d turned up the lust factor almost automatically, and she was dragging him into the back room before he realized what he was doing.
His demon snarled at him, reminding him that he hadn’t fed since before it had done all the repair work after his father had broken his neck. It wanted sustenance, now.
Thomas let it, recovering what it needed.
It was only when he went back a week later for more painkillers, and the same pharmacist threw herself at him even before he’d barely entered the store, as she started to pull off her clothing, not caring who saw them that the full extent of what had happened hit him.
He couldn’t allow anyone to get addicted to him.
Sure, he could do what Madrigal had, allow someone rich to become addicted, keep him in the lifestyle he was used to. But it wasn’t him, and given the faith Harry and Justine had shown in him, he couldn’t do it.
He’d work out something, feeding lightly, not enough to hurt them, even though it went against everything he truly was, went against nature. And with Harry’s apartment, that was going to make things interesting.
But he would. Because he had to.
Thomas Raith
Dresden Files
Word Count: 323
It was on the fourth day that Thomas realized that what he’d given up could be a problem.
He was out late at night, getting some more painkillers for Harry, with what little money he had left after paying of Kincaid. The pharmacist was blonde, tiny, green eyes, and altogether too cute. He’d turned up the lust factor almost automatically, and she was dragging him into the back room before he realized what he was doing.
His demon snarled at him, reminding him that he hadn’t fed since before it had done all the repair work after his father had broken his neck. It wanted sustenance, now.
Thomas let it, recovering what it needed.
It was only when he went back a week later for more painkillers, and the same pharmacist threw herself at him even before he’d barely entered the store, as she started to pull off her clothing, not caring who saw them that the full extent of what had happened hit him.
He couldn’t allow anyone to get addicted to him.
Sure, he could do what Madrigal had, allow someone rich to become addicted, keep him in the lifestyle he was used to. But it wasn’t him, and given the faith Harry and Justine had shown in him, he couldn’t do it.
He’d work out something, feeding lightly, not enough to hurt them, even though it went against everything he truly was, went against nature. And with Harry’s apartment, that was going to make things interesting.
But he would. Because he had to.
Thomas Raith
Dresden Files
Word Count: 323