It's like a drug, but I can't help it. I must see him. I know he said it was the last time but would he really let me suffer this way. Its two broken ribs and a stab wound this time. I could have avoided it but it seems everywhere I go trouble brews. I couldn't just walk past; past the sounds, the cries and the screams. It was dark, I had been drinking. The club music had began to die away as I made my way down the dark streets, but soon the sound of screaming took it's place.
My instincts kicked in. Someone was in trouble; a woman, three men. They had her by the neck, her arms pinned to her back. I had to act fast; I ran forward and attacked. They were strong and faster than I'd anticipated, the knife speared into my left side and the pain took away my focus and the other two began to punch me in the ribs. I could hear the clicking away of heels against tarmac fast and panicked; a part of me was glad. I tasted blood in my mouth as the blows kept coming. It's then I realised what was actually happening. I had to act fast or else the shadows from below would soon devour me.
The tallest of the three raised his fist to give a blow but stopped midsection. My strength had returned and my sharp fangs appeared. I was hungry, hungry for revenge. It only took a few seconds before they scattered away, confused by what had befallen them. But soon the pain began to register again; I was wounded, wounded badly.
So here I am again at the door of his flat. Number 303, bottle green door, white buzzer to the right side. My heart beats fast; I'm afraid and excited all at the same time. Will he turn me away, will Sean refuse to heal me tonight?'
I press the buzzer, footsteps, rattling of keys, and the clang of the door opening. He's in his jeans, bare chest. His midnight hair wet. I catch a whiff of his aftershave, cedar and spice with a sexy helping of white musk. My cock hardens. I want him so bad.
'Steve, what -- '
Before he can utter another word my lips press against his. He pulls back breathing heavily.
