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This is not good.

I watched as the boy in my arms began to drift in-and-out of his consciousness, losing to the slumber I put him in using my newfangled ability to control's someones blood.

The process was quick, needing nothing else but pure focus as the only tedious part of it were the repercussions that would follow right after. My parents called it Blood Bonding and though it's mostly intended for feeding, I figured I had no other choice but to use it in order to stop him from jumping off the cliff.

To the boy's defense, I technically came to the cliff to do the same exact thing but not for reasons that him or any other person in this world would understand.

I didn't come here to die.

I can't die.

I've tried that before.

I was born into a family with fangs sharper than steel daggers and strong resurgent bodies with heightened strength, speed, agility and endurance; all of which can only be fueled by blood that's obtained by my mom who works as an intensive care physician at a local hospital.

Both of my parents decided that in order to keep me and my younger sister safe, it was best to keep us in isolation. They made us undergo alternative ways of living compared to the other kids in our age and made sure to instill strict rules for us to follow for the rest of our lives.

Never, ever, leave the house.

I leave the house all the time! I used to go out into the woods and chase deers but that quickly got boring because I'd always be too fast for them. I kinda just climb trees now to watch the view or the sunset, occasionally lighting up a cigar that I'd steal from my dad's office since It's not like my lungs would ever become prone to any damage.

Enrich your discipline instead of your curiosity.

I hated this rule the most because it lacked the most forethought. How could they expect me to enrich my discipline forever? I've only been cooped up for seventeen years of my life and I've already started feeding into my curiosity by doing things such as using my body as a test dummy. I've done things to test the limits of my capabilities such as catching up to trains, lifting up cars, and surviving falls from extremely high places which was supposed to include this cliff.

Never make contact with anyone else besides your family.

As I stand here gazing down at the boy I had just formed a Blood Bond with, all these rules are practically nonexistent to me now.

Upon cradling his tiny body with my arms, the moonlight didn't fail to highlight the contours of his cherub-like face. He had thick curly hair that was spun in an unceremoniously beautiful way, closely resembling the color of a sweet golden honeycomb. His soft skin was like powdered pearl as it blended seamlessly with his small yet captivating features. He had a tiny nose, the type that looked fun to poke and admire, along with his flushed round cheeks and delicately chiseled jawline. Although his eyes were now closed shut due to the deep slumber I put him in, I can still remember the luminous glinting shade of jade and sapphire that they possessed.

Damn, he's kinda cute.

Actually scratch that, he is cute.

He smells good too.

He smells really, really fucking good.

Forming a Blood Bond had one major set back due its tight connection to feeding and turning. It throws you under a bloodthirsty haze where you lose all control and you end up with the strong unbearable urge to drink blood-the blood of whom who you've bonded with. The only way to proceed with a Blood Bond is by choosing to either break it by eating the victim or to solidify it by turning the victim with a bite.

I obviously wasn't going to do either of those things because, for one, eating someone sounds really gross and traumatic, and two, turning someone with a bite is only meant for couples that are deeply in love, like my parents.

The thing is, if I choose to simply not do anything about the Blood Bond, then the haze that comes with it will never stop coming in unexpected waves. It'll only be a matter of time until the excruciating aches and painful deterioration take over both my body and mind, weakening it until I succumb to a vegetative state where I'll be alive without actually being alive.

Damn.

What have I done?

The effects of the haze crawled all throughout my body like a venomous snake. I winced and let out a hearty groan the moment my fangs began to uncontrollably elongate themselves up to the bleak dark sky. I could feel myself delving further into a bloodthirsty state of mind, and it's nothing like I've ever felt before. My muscles tightened and twitched as my entire body began to ripple with painful aches.

"Fuck." My need for blood intercepted each and every single one of my senses, causing me to let out a groan in response the boy's intoxicatingly addictive smell.

All I wanted to do was ravage him.

I need to stop.

I need to stop this immediately.

In an effort to fight pass the haze, I eventually dropped down on one knee to do a series of deep inhales and exhales. After doing this a couple of times, I eventually tilted my head to the side and returned my focus to what needed to be done.

I got back up with the boy on my back and proceeded to zoom away from the cliff to head back into the forest. My body was emanating enough adrenaline to withstand the cold rigid atmosphere that was filled with nothing but rain and turmoil.

Thankfully we lived right next to each other, making it incredibly easy to navigate our homes which we reached in a matter of seconds. My chest hollowed out as I frantically looked up at his room's window which stood right across from mine.

I followed the view of the thick immeasurable vines latching onto the wall that lead up to the boy's window. I backed away to gain some momentum before sprinting forward with enough force to carry the both of us up into his room.

As if I hadn't already invaded his privacy enough, I went along and spared a glance at the countless gorgeous drawings sprawled all over his desk as well as the band posters that were quite similar in taste with mine. I gently laid him down on his bed where I got a view of his bedside table that contained a pill bottle that was in complete disarray.

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Poor dude, it's probably been one hell of a day for him.

I quickly prepared to leave in fear of my uncontrollable urge returning once more. I suddenly froze by the window for just a moment as I couldn't help but take one final look at the first and only person I'd probably ever come in contact with in my life.

I eventually climb out of the window to break the distance of our rooms with one effortless leap.

My feet drops along with my heart the second I see my younger sister Ikaris standing right before me with her arms crossed.

Fuck.

"What were you doing just now?" She asks in her usually cold monotoned voice.

"Admiring the rain." I responded quickly in a wary tone.

She raises a brow. "Admiring the rain?" She repeats my words, clearly unconvinced with my response.

"Look just-Ikaris now is not the time, alright!?" I frantically let out as I rapidly took off my shirt and threw it in the corner of my room, in hopes that the scent of the boy would quit lingering around me.

"So when is the time?" She presses further with a glare, her head keenly watching me nervously pace back and forth in my room. "When people find out about you-about us and what we are?"

"Ikaris-" She quickly interrupts me before speaking.

"What were you doing outside?" She repeats in a terrifyingly calm tone.

"I was at the cliff!" I frantically exclaimed as the scent of that boy failed to leave my senses, deterring my mind off from focusing on anything else but him.

"At this hour?" She continued on with her interrogation as I closed my eyes shut at the returning feeling of the haze. "Have you forgotten the rules? Must I remind them to you?"

"Listen to me!" I roared out of nowhere which made her face slightly drop at the rare unforeseeable state I was in. "I need you to go downstairs and get me a pouch of blood from the fridge."

"What?" She immediately was enveloped in a sudden state of confusion.

"Right now." I say lowly, practically pleasing.

"But haven't you already gotten your fill this morning?" Ikaris really began to get in my nerves now. "You can't have three pouches in one day, you know how limited our rations are."

"Ikaris please-just do it! We don't have much time!" My voice breaks the second I begin to feel the haze return. "Please!" I begged while landing my hands on her shoulders.

She doesn't hesitate to rapidly smack my hands away with a twitching nose. "Why do you smell like that?" Her eyes suddenly widen in realization. "Wait-"

"Please."

"Did you-" Her voice abruptly fades as she couldn't seem to finish her words out of growing fear and disbelief.

My head tilts at her in groveling silence, eventually dropping my gaze down to the floor with a clenched jaw before speaking out once more. "I'll explain everything later, but right now you have to help me Ikaris! If I get the pouch myself I'll leave a scent trail and mom and dad will know!"

Her shock renders her a few distances away from me just until her back hit against the wall, momentarily assessing what I had done before breaking apart the silence. "What did you do?"

"Ikaris please!" My face clenched as I unconsciously thrashed my head to the side. "I need blood now!" I roared yet again, causing my voice to bounce all throughout my room.

Ikaris shakily exhales at my bloodthirsty state before rushing downstairs and returning shortly after with a pouch of blood.

I quickly take it from her hands with a look of desperate gratitude. "Thank you! I'll make it up to you, I swear."

"Just shut up and drink." She harshly commands while rolling her eyes back in clear annoyance.

I didn't waste any time beginning to gulp down the pouch as the act was so pleasurable that it was enough to drown out everything else around me.

Ikaris knew the severe implications of being in a Blood Bond. Though she never felt it herself, our parents made sure to raise us with utmost transparency that ended up making us quite different from each other. She grew up fearing the risks of human contact while I grew up intrigued by it, so much to the point that I am now here standing right in-front her with blood dripping down from my mouth and to my bare chest.

I retracted the pouch away from my mouth a few moments later as relief began to set in. The haze eventually subsides along with the unbearable tension built up all over my body.

I sat myself down on my bed as Ikaris eventually walks forward and does the same. "So are you gonna tell me what happened?"

"There was a boy." I reluctantly let out, finally meeting her gaze as she waited for me to continue. "He was gonna jump so I controlled his blood to make him pass out."

"You formed a Blood Bond with someone!?" Ikaris looked undoubtedly pissed off now. "Where's the boy now?" She asks quickly.

"Asleep in his room." I slowly bring my attention over to my window. "He lives right next to us."

She stays silent and follows my gaze. "Are you sure he's asleep?"

"Yea." We slowly turn our heads towards each other and I nod.

Ikaris lets out a deep sigh before getting up to leave. "You should've just let nature takes its course."

My mouth drops as I stared up at her in disbelief. "What is wrong with you?"

"What is wrong with me!?" She scoffs. "I'm not the one that's constantly putting this family in danger for my own selfish reasons, Dydan." Her lack of empathy surprised me.

I clenched my jaw before sharply responding through my teeth. "What selfish reason!? He was gonna jump to his death!"

"You shouldn't have intervened-we never intervene! There are consequences if we break rules that we've been given and they are severe."

I rubbed my hands over my face and let out an exasperated noise. "You sound just like mom."

"Maybe because she's right." Ikaris throws back.

"So what are you trying to say? I should've just stood there and watched him jump?" I asked. "I'm not like you, I wouldn't have been able to live with that."

"What I'm trying to say is that controlling someone's blood is so much more than just putting them to sleep." She says with a voice that's enveloped by a subtle wave of angst. "You're connected with him now and the time will eventually come when you'll have to choose to either kill him or turn him before it takes a dangerous effect on you, and you and I both know there's only one right way to deal with it."

"Look I get it, alright! I'll deal with it no matter what, just-" I took a deep breath before continuing with a clenched jaw. "Just please don't tell mom and dad."

Ikaris remained silence for a short while before breaking it with a complying request. "Do my chores for the rest of the month and I won't." I couldn't help but let out a relieved laugh. "And take a shower, you stink." She pompously adds.

"Deal." I smirk as Ikaris disappears down the hall and enters her own room with a loud slam.

I returned my gaze at the boy that was sleeping soundly in his room as I couldn't help but let my mind wander off into a distant memory I obtained when I was a ten year old child.

I remember I went out to roam around the forest like usual and had to stop once I spotted a small doe that was cornered against a large rigid boulder and a thick mossy log. The doe was cornered by an immeasurably large bear that was going in for the kill, and just before it could've ravaged the doe I didn't hesitate to intervene by fighting it away.

That was one of the many instances where I had broken the rules instilled by my parents and caused me to suffer a long unwinding lecture from the both of them. They were angry, really angry and yet oddly enough none of their words still registered the way they wanted it too.

Why must I be a bystander to those who don't have the strength to protect themselves when I have that strength? I rather face the painful consequences that comes from helping others instead of coming out unscathed with the guilty burden of not doing anything.

In spite of the fact that we'd never properly met before, it was beyond doubt that everything that happened tonight was a sign of something much bigger than myself.

This boy was cornered by a bear, and I'm not sure he has any strength left to fight it away.

I have that strength.

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