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He shifted from one side to the other, feeling uncomfortable in his own body. He hasn't opened his eyes, and even the thought alone sounds exhausting. His mind keeps going back to foggy scenes of him on the ground, then staring at the sky, looking at that man. Drinking his blood. The dream continued to repeat, as if it were taunting him.

He jolted awake, breathless. Harsh breathes escaping from Virgil's lips. He put his hand to his chest as a way of collecting himself. "What the fuck..." He looked around the unfamiliar environment he was in. He realized he was sitting on the ground. Concrete flooring, with some dark marks in some spots of it. It was oddly chilly, the ground making Virgil rub his hands together to form some sort of heat between them.

Virgil stood up from where he was seated and looked around. He felt drowsy, and sick. His head pounding, feeling like it would pop out right then and there. He groaned uncomfortably at the pain he was feeling. His hand went to reach the side of his neck, and began massaging it with his palm, pressing on the spot that ached the most. He paused his movements, realization hitting him.

Switch blade

Knocking out

Being carried

The man

The blood

"Shit."

"Great, you're awake." Virgil turned around and was met with the man that he was dreaming about. At least, he thought it was a dream. He meant to say something, anything, but his tongue was caught, and he was just standing there staring, dumbfounded. The man walked up and placed his hand on Virgil's face, examining it.

"How are you feeling?" His voice was gentle, the soft rasp that erupted from his tone. Virgil swallowed, unsettled. His mind began to gain memory of the night before, the events before that, the events during, then everything became a blur as he tried to remember the moments that occurred after. Virgil shook his head slightly, confused... or rather in shock. He moved his head away from the man's hand and took a step backwards. He sighed.

"I know it's weird. I know you feel weird-"

"I drank your blood."

"Correct."

"You Killed me."

The man leaned against the wall that was behind him, crossing his arms. "In my defense, you allowed me to," He shrugged. Virgil scoffed and shut his eyes, trying to understand his circumstances at the minute. He nodded and looked at the man that was already staring at him. Dark eyes overflowing his concentration, just like last night. "If anything, you were begging me to by the amount you were drinking." Virgil gave him a snarky look. Memories overflowing him about that moment.

"Seems like you enjoyed it, from what I remember." Virgil whispered to himself.

The vampire paused, but cleared his throat, digging his hands into his pockets. Right, that flustered him.

"So, it worked." Virgil said, slowly. He covered his face with his hands and breathed out. "Looks like it, huh?" The man replied. Virgil could just hear the smirk behind his words. He ran his hands through his hair and sighed. He wanted to say something else but was stopped by an overwhelming urge of something. Virgil looked down at his stomach, then up again. He was starving.

The man walked up to Virgil and grinned. Virgil gave him a confused expression, making the man hold his gaze even more. "Hungry..." Virgil's voice was low, discreet, as if any louder it might scare away his need.

"Finally."

The man grabbed Virgils arm and started walking him down the long hallway. Virgil complied and allowed him to pull him along. Virgil took notice to his surroundings. The unsanitary structure he was in. He soon realized it had to be abandoned, with the very little amount of humanity that even lived in it. He turned to notice the boarded-up windows, the rusted nails pinning them to the wall. Virgil could see that the outside was dark, light barley even visible.

As they continued to walk, he couldn't help but notice how long the hallway was. The brick white walls that surrounded it. Hospital. Virgil could hear the sounds of their shoes hitting the floor as they walked quickly. It sounded louder than how he thought it should've. The sound was overwhelming, as if everything was louder than how it was yesterday.

He became aware of the sound of the man's heart beating into his chest. Quickening as they went faster. He brought his own hand to his chest and began to listen to his own heartbeat. Thinking about the blood pumping into it.

His thoughts quickly becoming lost as soon as he felt that hunger again. All he could focus on was the red, thick liquid that poured into his mouth the night before. Mouthwatering just at the thought. He looked down at the man's grip around his wrist and can feel his pulse hitting his own as they continued walking. He wanted him again. He needed him again.

Blood was blood, wasn't it?

Virgil stopped, making the man stop as well, letting go of his arm. The loss of touch made Virgil's urge the more unbearable. Virgil can see the confusion in the man's expression. "Blood." Virgil spoke. The man chucked slightly. "Yes, blood. I know a good place to go." The man explained and inched his hand towards Virgil. Virgil grabbed his arm, mid-way and examined it. He noticed the two marks that were formed in the man's wrist. Virgil let the memories from last night flood back into his thoughts.

The taste of the blood on his tongue, the way it ran down his throat, into his system. The way it made him feel. The way he saw how it made the man feel. Virgil looked up at the man who was stood still, lips agape, as if trying to speak but words not spilling out of his mouth. Virgil brought his wrist closer to his mouth wanting to feel that again.

The man brought his arm out of Virgil's grip, face looking rather shocked. Virgil didn't understand the expression on his face, or what caused it. "You can't do that." The man spoke, his voice having a hint of shyness, or embarrasses. His entire persona shriveled up when Virgil met his eyes once again.

"But you said blood."

"Not mine." He replied.

"What's the difference?"

The man sighed and covered his face with his hands, thinking. Virgil wondered if he did anything wrong. I mean, he was new to this after all. Blood was blood. A dead person or not. He didn't feel dead. He notices he has a pulse; his lungs are working as if he were alive.

Vampires really are just mimics aren't they.

The vampire sighed, his face a hint of pink. Virgil stepped forward once. He stared at the man in front of him, who stared back, eyes having a hint of .. need?

"Its just, it's different sharing blood with another vampire. It's not the same as giving blood to a human." He explained but stumbling on his words just a little as he tried to focus his gaze on Virgil.

"What's the difference then? I thought the red shit was the same." The man chucked. "There's really not much of a difference, taste wise, I suppose," He shrugged lightly and stepped back a bit, hands dug into his pockets. "But sharing blood is private."

"Private? In what way?" Virgil was trying to understand, even more so by the way this topic was making the man in front of him on edge. "Like, personal- I don't know! It's just." He stops himself, frustrated. He sighs lowly and looked at his wrist quickly, then looked away.

"Listen, it's just, it's another lesson for another day, but for now we feed. On people." He finished his ramble and began walking, his hands continued to be in his pockets. Virgil scoffed, but sighed, letting the subject subside for now. He could hear the pounding of the man's heart in his chest, going much quicker than before. He didn't know what to say after that. Not that he wanted to make conversation or anything, his mind wondering into thought. Thought about his transformation, his abilities, his diet. 

After a few more minutes of walking, the vampire ahead stopped, looking ahead. Virgil cocked his head to the side, in confusion. He was just staring at the elevator, as if he were waiting or something? Virgil walked up to the man's side, clearing his throat. "So, what are you doing?" Virgil's question made the man walk up to the elevator doors putting his hands on them and started to pull them apart.  

Virgils eyes widened slightly, as he watched the man pull apart the doors as if it were nothing.

"Jesus, well that's intimidating."

The man groaned lowly as he continued to pull the doors open. Once they opened, there wasn't an elevator on the other side, which didn't shock Virgil. "What was that about? Show off your hunky muscles, big man?" Virgil chucked, making the man share a small smile. 

"You said it, not me."

"Don't get too ahead of yourself."

Virgil replied, earning a snarky grin from the man beside him. Virgil leaned closer to the elevator, looking down at.. nothing. Virgil stepped away and let out a breathy laugh. He noticed the two ropes that lead to another entrance from below.

"You're kidding right." Virgil said and looked at the man, who shrugged. Virgil scoffed and looked down at the pit below. "Fuck that!" Virgil said and started walking away, the man grabbing him by the arm easily. "Its the only way outta here, alright? It's not too bad, just slide down." The man said , making Virgil lost of words.

"Slide down? As if it were a water park?" Virgil took his arm out of the mans grip, sighing. The man thought for a second, running his hands through his hair.

He paused and looked back at the man, who seemed to be amused by the scene in front of him. Virgil nudged him, annoyed that he was amused at his fearfullness.

Virgil wanted to continue to bicker, but soon realized that there really isn't another way out of here. The windows we're boarded up, the stairs were probably blocked or will fall apart by how beaten down this place was. He sighed and looked the direction of the ropes, then back at the ground.

He cursed under his breath.

"Fine." Virgil said and walked closer to the pit. Virgil looked down it once again and shuddered. "Aw shit." He said to himself and began to reach for the rope, that was much farther than he thought.

"RAH"

"AH FUCK!?"

Virgil yelled at the sudden noise and watched as the vampire leaned back laughing. Virgil gasped for air and put his hand to his chest. "What the hell!?" Virgil said and pushed the man, who stumbled on his feet trying to catch his breath.

"I'm sorry," the vampire said through laughs, "It was too easy." He finished and started walking up to the ropes, and grabbing them both. He handed one for Virgil, a smile still planted onto his lips.

Virgil couldn't help but give one back, half sarcastically. He rolled his eyes and grabbed the rope. Virgil sighed and gripped the rope, before jumping on it. He realized it wasn't even half as bad as he anticipated. It didn't even feel like he was hanging on for dear life.

The vampire shrugged, "Told ya." He replied as he jumped right after him. Virgil gave a mocking face at him, and began sliding down.

"Lose the grin, asshole."

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The man pushes the entry doors open and the cold air makes its way inside the building. Virgil brings his hoodie around his body closer, putting his hands into the jacket pockets.

"So where are we going?" Virgil asked.

"Dark Side Territory."

What.

Virgil chucked unhumorusly, "Do you have a death wish?" Virgil responded as they started walking out of the facility. The Dark Sides wasn't a funny thing to joke about, nor was it a nice place to catch a bite of something, food wise.

Virgil has had his quarrels with those outsiders time and time again. Not really popular, but he did have a known face. He has made many many one-sided deals and relationships that have yet to stab him in the ass, and which he was not ready for. Especially today.

It's not like he was scared, he was terrified shit less. Jeff was going easy on him back at the bar. That was nothing compared to what these maniacs have committed and will commit when they realize he's stepped into their territory again.

"Its good for the adrenaline." The man responded, as they continued to walk. Adrenaline, right. "Do you even know what these people are capable of? They are insane. Manic even! If we are even in sight range of their territory, we'll be shot, if not eaten!"

"Eaten? Nah' we'll beat them to it." The man responded, easily. Virgil looked at him and noticed the grin that formed on his lips. He had no fear in his personality what so ever. Virgil was intimidated, to say the least.

"Adenaline? Adrenaline- what does that even mean?" Virgil asked, confused. Why couldn't they just go downtown? There's a lot of low life freaks down there this time of night.

"You know? The blood pumping, the heart beating quicker than a hummingbird’s. The need to just feed. The want. It makes it better. Especially for a new vampire like you."

Vampire. He is a vampire. Well shit.

"Can't we have like, animal blood? Anything but them." Virgil was desperate, he was. He really didn't want to relive old memories and past mistakes.

The man stopped walking and turned to face Virgil.

"Well, yes, we could have animal blood but it won't satisfy the vampires hunger as much as human blood will. If anything it'll just make it worse in a way. As if you're teasing it. It'll start to take control over you and you'll be tearing into flesh before you can even blink. Human blood is just easier." He finished his ramble, but hesitated a moment before turning back around.

He grabbed Virgils wrist slowly and looked at it, putting his pointer finger and middle against it, feeling the pulse. Virgil wasn't following. He didn't understand what was next the man was going to say.

"I've always wondered how monsters like us have it so easy. It's like we never died at all." It was like he was talking to himself, his voice was low, but readable.

He looked up at Virgil, reading him. He turned Virgils arm around and took his own index and middle finger and brought it to his own pulse. Virgil felt it pumping through his skin. All he could think of was the blood that was running down all over his body, wanting to taste it again.

"Pulse. You feel it. You hear it. It's compelling, and it's irresistible," The man took a step forward towards the vampire in front of him. "The urge will increase when you're near a human, its different from vampires. It's a lot better." The man said, watching as Virgil moved his fingers slowly across his wrist, looking at the bite marks from the night before.

"Trust me."

Virgil looked up at him again, he didn't understand his emotions at the moment, but he knew they were different. He could tell the other man could feel the same, not really knowing where to pinpoint these feelings.

Virgil looked back down at his wrist again. He could feel the mans pulse quicken, and his breath becoming faster. He bit back the urge to just bite down on the flesh in front of him. He let go of the mans wrist and cleared his throat slightly.

"Lets just get this over with." Virgil responded and began walking again. The man nodded and walked along side him. The air thick as they walked in silence.

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"Heads up yall! We've got visitors!" They heard men say from behind them. Virgil groaned and turned around. He saw as a group of middle aged men walked towards the two of them, grinning.

"You guys lost?" One of them said, looking at them up and down. "Yeah actually, we were looking for a place to eat? You guys got any recommendations?" The man responded, respectfully.

One of them gave a raspy laugh and stared at them both. "Yeah I've got a recommendation. What are yall into? Redheads? Blondes, brunettes? Sure you're boyfriend wouldn't mind another brunette would he?" The man chucked and stepped closer to Virgil, putting his arm around his shoulder.

"Ugh." Virgil groaned, disgusted and nudged the man off. "Mm, fiesty this one." The man points his cigarette at Virgil who made a mocking face.

He took another inhale of his cigarette and gave a look at the older vampire beside Virgil. He nodded and stepped out of the way, "No please, be my guest, don't let me stop you." The man responded, making way for the men to get full access to Virgil.

Virgil gave him a shocked expression. "Yeah throw me under the bus why don't ya'." Virgil scoffed. The man stepped over once more and whispered into his ear.

"I'm giving you a target. Make them mad, build up their adenaline. Listen to their heart." He said and stepped out of the way fully and walked to the nearest wall and leaned on it, watching.

Virgil was finally understanding the mans reasoning. He looked up and noticed the group ahead of him, inching their way closer, their eyes filled with desire and lust. Virgil felt sick.

He felt the man bring his arms around his torso and began pulling him closer. Virgil groaned and pushed him off, hearing the mans heart quicken as his face became angry.

"C'mon you bitch!"

The man grabbed him, rougher this time and Virgil grabbed one of his arms and twisted it, making the man scream in pain. Virgil pushed him to the ground once more, making his nose crack from the cement.

Holy shit.

"Holy shit! You broke my nose!"

Virgil scoffed and kicked him in the stomach. While he was down, his other friends came in and swung their fair swings. Virgil avoided them easier than he avoided the other blows the night before.

He could hear their quickened heart beats as it went on, and he can smell the breath that released from them as they continued to fight. Once the last of them had surrendered or ran, he couldn't fight it anymore.

He walked over to one of them, who was beaten down groaning, while coughing out the blood that choked him. Virgil breathed in and was overwhelmed by the stench of the red liquid.

The man looked up at him and sighed, "The fuck you looking at?" Virgil grabbed him by his shoulders and yanked him upright, forcing him to look in his eyes. Virgil stared at the man's neck, and just listened to the sound that consumed him.

He could feel his mouth in some sort of pain. His tongue started licking his teeth, and felt the sharp sting of two of them. He felt the man try and loosen his grip from under him.

"What the hell are you!?"

Virgil didn't answer. He just bit down, and started drinking. Drinking more and more, hearing nothing else but his own mind screaming at him to not stop. Virgil tightened his grip on the man and continued to drink. He felt numb to the feeling. The blood hitting his tongue, and the feeling of bliss consuming his thoughts. He had never experienced something so compelling.

He didn't realize that he felt his arm being held, until it became rougher and rougher. He brought his gaze to the touch and saw the other vampire, looking at him.

"That's enough, c'mon."

He heard the man say, as he tried to yank him off. Virgil ignored and gripped the man under him, harder. Thinking that if he let go, he'd never be able to experience this again. He needed this. He didnt want to let go.

"Let go." The man was serious now, both arms grabbed at him now. Virgil couldn't feel the man move underneath him anymore. That scared him.

He let go, watching at the man dropped, lifelessly. Virgil felt in a daze as he let go. Head foggy, vision blurry. His body becoming weak, as he struggled to balance himself. The vampire looked at the man and brought his fingers to his neck, checking his pulse.

The man sighed, "He's alive. Barely." He said, lowly and stood up again. He looked at Virgil and took him by the shoulders. "You alright?" Virgil just looked at him, but nodded once.

"You did good, for your first time. You didn't kill him, which is a very good sign. You can control yourself. That's more than a regular vampire." The man stated and smiled. It was small, but meaningful. Virgil brought his hand to his head, sighing.

"Jesus fuck. That was intense." Virgil said, earning a slight chuckle from the man beside him. "Impressive though." He responded and started to walk away, out of this side of town. Virgil followed next to him, and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

They walked in silence back to the abandoned hotel. Virgil realized that he never knew the mans name. He looked up at the vampire beside him, then looked down.

"I'm Virgil."

The man smiled, and continued to look ahead. "Hey Virgil." He responded after. Virgil smiled a bit, but was waiting for a second response that never came.

"What's yours?" Virgil asked, hesitantly. He didn't want to pry, but he also wanted to know who the hell turned him into this.

He man put his hands into his pockets.

"Princey."

Virgil scoffed.

"Princey?"

"Friends call me Princey."

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