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Brett looked at Druid in disgust, but Druid only smiled. "What? No! I can't drink blood..." Brett said, frowning and sighing deeply in frustration. "Well, you're gonna have to." Druid said, leaning his chin on his hand. "No! I won't do it..." Brett whispered, he curled against the door. "You'll die." Druid said, his tone was serious. "Good! It's not like anyone cares." Brett yelled, it echoed around the mausoleum. Druid narrowed his shining eyes. "Drink!" he said loudly, forcing his wrist into Brett mouth. "Stop!" Brett cried, muffled, spitting out Druid's blood. Druid was strong though, he kept his wrist against Brett's white fangs. Finally, Brett gave in to the sweet taste of blood flowing down his throat. He smiled lightly, digging his fangs deeply into Druid's veins. "Alright, alright, that's good..." Druid murmured, ripping his wrist away Brett. Brett licked his lips and sighed, disgusted with himself. He blinked, he might be a vampire, but he was only a new one, and he needed sleep. His eyes drooped, but the cold of night struck his vulnerable skin, making it nearly impossible for him to close his eyes for rest. Druid smiled slightly, and stood. Brett moved slowly out of the way, as Druid heaved open the door with barely any trouble. "Get home..." he murmured to Brett, not looking at him as Brett sprinted towards the warmth of his bed. Druid sighed quietly, leaning against the outside walls of the mausoleum. Brett quickly starting running, heading up the road to the lights of his home. He ran quickly, it looked bright outside, but Brett knew it was pitch-black. He leaped onto his porch, but quieted down, slowing opening the door and creeping in. "Where have you been?!" his step-mother yelled, grabbing his jacket hood. "Brett, where have you been?! It's three a.m!" his father yelled, anger putting a growl in his voice. "I-I'm sorry, dad!" Brett said quietly, fearing what his father would do. His father sighed angrily, and said sternly, "Jennifer, go upstairs, please." he looked at Brett's step-mother. With a pout, she walked up the stairs quickly, her shoes pounding on the floor heavily in a stomp, stomp, stomp. Brett looked at his father, fear flashing in his eyes. "Please..." Brett whispered, then mentally smirked, thinking of how much like Druid he must sound. His father came up quickly with pure anger on his face, and wrapped his hands around Brett's throat. He started choking him. Brett pried at his father's hands, only to be denied breathing again. He coughed, and his father tightened his grip slowly. Brett wanted to bite him, hit him, kick him, anything for him to let go, but he couldn't. He just locked up. He wanted to be back with Druid. Brett's father had tears in his eyes, and then let Brett go. Brett collapsed on the floor, his face regaining it's color and he held his throat protectively. "Don't run away again..." his father murmured weakly, and went upstairs. Brett shook, and slowly stood again. He crept upstairs, jogging by his father and step-mother's room. He closed the door to his slowly, and started to sob quietly. He slipped off his jacket onto the floor, and curled up on his side on the bed. He looked up to the mirror across from his bed. Two, light purple, hand looking prints on his throat. Brett buried his face into a pillow, as it held him while he cried. Brett felt a hand creep onto his shoulder. "Don't cry..." a smooth voice said, and Brett looked up slowly. Druid looked down at him, his cheeks clearly stained with recent tears. "What are you doing here..." Brett whispered, sighing quietly. "You are mine... I have to keep a watch on you." Druid murmured, squeezing Brett's shoulder lightly to keep his attention. "Please... just leave." Brett choked, sitting up slowly to face Druid. Druid only smiled, and Brett sighed. "Why have you been crying..?" Brett asked slowly, tracing the stains. Druid smiled sadly, "I've been crying because of you, Brett. I do feel everything you do, pretty much...". "Oh." Brett murmured, "I'm so sorry..."

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Brett looked at Druid in disgust, but Druid only smiled. "What? No! I can't drink blood..." Brett said, frowning and sighing deeply in frustration. "Well, you're gonna have to." Druid said, leaning his chin on his hand. "No! I won't do it..." Brett whispered, he curled against the door. "You'll die." Druid said, his tone was serious. "Good! It's not like anyone cares." Brett yelled, it echoed around the mausoleum. Druid narrowed his shining eyes. "Drink!" he said loudly, forcing his wrist into Brett mouth. "Stop!" Brett cried, muffled, spitting out Druid's blood. Druid was strong though, he kept his wrist against Brett's white fangs. Finally, Brett gave in to the sweet taste of blood flowing down his throat. He smiled lightly, digging his fangs deeply into Druid's veins. "Alright, alright, that's good..." Druid murmured, ripping his wrist away Brett. Brett licked his lips and sighed, disgusted with himself. He blinked, he might be a vampire, but he was only a new one, and he needed sleep. His eyes drooped, but the cold of night struck his vulnerable skin, making it nearly impossible for him to close his eyes for rest. Druid smiled slightly, and stood. Brett moved slowly out of the way, as Druid heaved open the door with barely any trouble. "Get home..." he murmured to Brett, not looking at him as Brett sprinted towards the warmth of his bed. Druid sighed quietly, leaning against the outside walls of the mausoleum. Brett quickly starting running, heading up the road to the lights of his home. He ran quickly, it looked bright outside, but Brett knew it was pitch-black. He leaped onto his porch, but quieted down, slowing opening the door and creeping in. "Where have you been?!" his step-mother yelled, grabbing his jacket hood. "Brett, where have you been?! It's three a.m!" his father yelled, anger putting a growl in his voice. "I-I'm sorry, dad!" Brett said quietly, fearing what his father would do. His father sighed angrily, and said sternly, "Jennifer, go upstairs, please." he looked at Brett's step-mother. With a pout, she walked up the stairs quickly, her shoes pounding on the floor heavily in a stomp, stomp, stomp. Brett looked at his father, fear flashing in his eyes. "Please..." Brett whispered, then mentally smirked, thinking of how much like Druid he must sound. His father came up quickly with pure anger on his face, and wrapped his hands around Brett's throat. He started choking him. Brett pried at his father's hands, only to be denied breathing again. He coughed, and his father tightened his grip slowly. Brett wanted to bite him, hit him, kick him, anything for him to let go, but he couldn't. He just locked up. He wanted to be back with Druid. Brett's father had tears in his eyes, and then let Brett go. Brett collapsed on the floor, his face regaining it's color and he held his throat protectively. "Don't run away again..." his father murmured weakly, and went upstairs. Brett shook, and slowly stood again. He crept upstairs, jogging by his father and step-mother's room. He closed the door to his slowly, and started to sob quietly. He slipped off his jacket onto the floor, and curled up on his side on the bed. He looked up to the mirror across from his bed. Two, light purple, hand looking prints on his throat. Brett buried his face into a pillow, as it held him while he cried. Brett felt a hand creep onto his shoulder. "Don't cry..." a smooth voice said, and Brett looked up slowly. Druid looked down at him, his cheeks clearly stained with recent tears. "What are you doing here..." Brett whispered, sighing quietly. "You are mine... I have to keep a watch on you." Druid murmured, squeezing Brett's shoulder lightly to keep his attention. "Please... just leave." Brett choked, sitting up slowly to face Druid. Druid only smiled, and Brett sighed. "Why have you been crying..?" Brett asked slowly, tracing the stains. Druid smiled sadly, "I've been crying because of you, Brett. I do feel everything you do, pretty much...". "Oh." Brett murmured, "I'm so sorry..."