《Blind As a Bat [1st book complete]》Fed
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Cian P.O.V
He had his eyes open; they shifted sightlessly side to side.
"Ashe, I need you to answer a very important question for me, okay?" I gentled my voice, being careful not to crowd him. He didn't respond in any way other than shifting on his bare feet. "When was the last time you were completely full."
Ashe cocked his head, his breath coming quick and shallow. He seemed to be thinking hard, "Other than today?" His words seemed drawn out, like he was talking half awake. I nodded, then softly said,"Yes, other than today."
Several more moments passed, Ashe frowning while his eyes continued to move about, as though looking for something. In this moment, it was lucky that he was blind, "I don't remember..."
I wanted to growl and hit something, but any unexpected movement could set him off. Fuck my life, I glutted him. I was dealing with something akin to a vampire child in a teenager's body on a bag full of speed and steroid enhancements. And we were in a locked room with him.
I was thankful that Gale, though childish and lazy, had his moments of serious consideration as well as, sadly, experience in these types of situations. He had stayed back a few feet behind me, quiet as a shadow but guarded and ready for anything that could happen. I didn't dare look back at him, though. Any small or unexpected movement could set Ashe off. His eyes had slowly tinted to a blushed pink, body continuing to vibrate.
I had a few options at my disposal, considering he had yet to act. He seemed more in control of himself than most in his position, though that is also because others in his predicament actually did it on purpose and reveled in the feel. That, of course, and the fact that he was blind. I had always compared their reactions to that of a cat- following small movements, distracted easily, acting without consideration or causational thought. I wondered how I should best settle this.
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"Ashe," I spoke softly, making him listen more carefully, "How about we sit down and talk about what you're feeling?" I hoped that making him consider that he was not himself, like I had done several times before to talk others down, would work and we could just wait it out or get him to sleep it off with a little chemical assistance. I thought abstractly about where I kept those.
I should have paid more attention. I should have been careful how I worded it. I should have done and considers a lot of things, but I'm a dick that was only considering through my own perspective and experience, not his. And that's why I had stepped on a land mine.
"How I'm feeling?! How I'm FEELING!" Ashe bared his fangs, hissing; his hands went from fists to claws in moments, and intermittent rumbling, hissing growls erupted from his chest. He couldn't see, but I could see him easily filtering in our scent and physically sharpen between the two of us.
Gale knew what to expect and what to do; we had dealt with this together a couple times over the years. It was rare but still an occurrence at the club, and we even had yearly training classes on how to deal with it for coworkers. The only problem was, we didn't have anything at hand to deal with it some of the more civilized ways. At the club, we kept it in specific places, especially in each emergency kit. The bouncers are given extra training and I had made a gym connected to the employee break room to promote general growth.
"I'm sorry, Ashe."
Ashe seemed surprised by this response, but I knew he would explode just after that. But we only needed that one moment of stillness. Gale flashed behind him, putting him in a hold that wrenched his neck to the side, the easiest area in this position. Had he been in a lower, more defensive stance, we would have probably been able to knock him to the ground and hold him, making it easier to bare the arm rather than the neck; crook of the elbow or wrist. I felt bad the moment his neck was bared at what I had to do.
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I bit him. I bit him hard, making sure to release a good dose of the anticoagulant into the vein, then biting once more quickly at the artery and sucking hard to speed the process. I just barely managed to accomplish this before I was knocked back hard enough to land roughly on the armchair, knocking over one of the long-stemmed lamps. The armchair would survive, and the lamp was mostly for decoration.
I spat out the blood, it was not only rude but also uncivilized to drink from another vampire. It was done sometimes, in private, with permission, especially during those times in which lust took over. And it was common among lovers or the committed. Behind closed doors, of course. It was frowned upon, but teenagers lately had started this fad of 'necking' at parties or with flings and in their childish couples.
Gale was smashed into the door, the crossbar probably biting into his back. He let out a groan, letting go of Ashe and sliding to the side, right knee and hand touching the ground momentarily. He quickly pushed off, reached the other wall behind my chair, then put his hand on the wall to lever himself at an angle so as to leap onto the the top of the leather couch like a cat, standing carefully on the slim backing. Only the constant grimace superglued to his face showed he was in any sort of pain.
Blood flew as Ashe had turned toward the space Gale no longer was, then listened for his movements. He cocked his head, not paying attention to the blood pulsing thickly down his neck. We dared not move, as he stood in consideration rather than lusting infortitude. We kept calm as he opened his mouth slightly, scenting the air then becoming distracted by his own blood. It did not make him raving in hunger as it would have been like someone thinking they tasted good enough to take a bite. His fingers lightly feathers along his collarbone where the blood pooled before flowing further down. And that was when the leather couch creaked and squeaked in the way only a leather couch can.
Ashe rushed forward towards the sound, head snapped towards it, but my chair and I were almost perfectly in the way of his focus. The moment he reached the armchair and and began to step up on the armrest, I grabbed the collar of his shirt, trying not to be too rough, and vaulted him ass over teakettle onto the couch he was so focused on reaching. He landed on his back, the cushions sighing in pain. It lasted only a moment, but Gale jumped, literally, on the chance and tried to pin him down. I had also flipped over onto my feet as Ashe had landed and also took it upon myself to grab his shoulders and try to gain purchase on his arms. Gale had straddled his body.
"Hold his arms!" I commanded Gale as I wrapped them mummy style, trying to avoid the claws and reaching fangs snapping at empty air and, luckily, the loose bit of clothing. Gale quickly took over as Ashe continued to thrash, almost bucking Gale off. I vaulted behind Gale and took up the space on his legs as Gale scooted forward to better hold his arms while the claws shredded the cushions. Maybe I could just flip them after this was over...
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