Even as the denial left his lips, Roman could recognize the signs plain as day. He had seen Peter transform once before, leaving behind the remnants of his human body. But he hadn’t been sick then, he hadn’t even given Roman a second glance, let alone attacked him. How could he be the vargulf?
“This has to be…some sort of joke.”
Panic welled up in his chest, sending his mind reeling in confusion. He was trying to come up with any sort of rational explanation, but everything around him defied logic. It was a waking nightmare that he was trapped in with no escape in sight. It was only when the other spoke up that Roman even remembered why he had come down here. A finger pointed towards the figure, trembling (half anger half fear).
“You. What did you do? What the fuck
kind of sick game are you playing?”
His anger was a front, but it was the only thing he had. At the end of the day, he was just a kid with a cell phone (32% battery, piece of shit). There was always his ‘gift’, but he had the terrible feeling that it wasn’t going to work on this…thing. There was something unnatural going on, and it only took a glance downwards to confirm. Roman saw the red rising around his calves, smelled the thick scent of it. It wasn’t the blood that scared him, it was the overwhelming thirst it seemed to awaken in him. He had always felt that craving, but it was so strong now that it made him sick.
“Do?? Why, I didn’t do anything, boy! But all of this is your fault, after all. You didn’t save your friend from his fate, heh. What a sad fate that is, too... Driven mad by such... animal instincts... It’s so invigorating...” His eyes focusing on the other again, and creases where a brow would be but painted over did crinkle a little. There was some real fear being felt from the young one, and he wanted to have more. It was an endless pit in the bottom of his endless stomach, and always needing more and more to try to fill it’s spaces. To have one as easy as this before him was something wonderful.
“Stop...? Why would you want to stop what’s inside you.” That laughter again, and he felt the need to step closer, uncaring for the blood coming up to his waist. Those eyes were once more spacing out, but the grin remained fixed. It was as though he were something more than the body being shown. “You need blood, don’t ya? Crave it? Thirst for it, and the like? It’s something so tasty. Why don’t you have a drink?”
“Go on... Take it. Take all ya need, Roman.”
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