Lured by the Moon

Atlas frowns, before taking a deep breath. In a way as he was a making a big decision.

He pulls his wrist before him in a tight fist. Sebastian smirks at the stubborn glint that flash across his eyes. Although Sebastian wouldn't admit, but somewhere in his dead heart was a little moved.

Atlas lightly bite the side of his lips, "Y—You can have—-"

Sebastian pretends to tilt his head in confusion, "I can have what?"

Atlas glares at him, "Don't be stupid. I'm offering my wrist. So drink some of my blood."

Sebastian watches Atlas swallowing nervously, before he looks at him in expectation, "Well. Are you going to drink?"

Sebastian held one hand against his wound, then looks at the pale wrist.

He know he shouldn't. But he's really wants too. He's really must be a sick pervert, wanting to feed on boy who's not even eighteens years old.

The blood that flows beneath the pale skin before his view. The sight was torturous and unbearable. His teeth aches slightly, slowly elongating.

Sebastian bites his cheeks hard enough that he taste sweet, hot blood.

He doesn't know why, but he has a feeling. If he starts drinking, he won't be able to stop at all.

Is something wrong with Atlas? Why am I craving to taste his blood like an addict? Even Quinn was attempted to taste his blood? Does it have something to with his biology?

Without thinking, he grasps Atlas's wrist tightly, but not enough to hurt him. He looks at Atlas who was watching nervously, he tilts his head confusely, "What's wrong? Why aren't you taking a sip?"

Sebastian tilts his head curiously, "Why do you want to give me your blood?"

Atlas bits his lips slightly, "Why does it matter? Do you not want it?"

Sebastian smiles, but Atlas could sense something was off. So he admits with his head lowered, "B—because you helped me before. This is what I can do for you."

Sebastian sighs before releasing his wrist, "Alright. Let's talk about something. I need to know. Do you know what I am? Are you afraid of me?"

This time he asked in person, although Atlas is aware of what he is. Atlas nods hesitately, "Yea, I know. You're a v—vampire. To be honest, you do scare me a little, but I also feel safe with you."

Ironically, I strike fears into people's heart when they realize what I am. A monster before them that feeds on blood.

Atlas furrows his brow as he held his wrist, "So you're not going to drink my blood."

Sebastian can see the hidden hurt in his eyes, so he explains, "It's sweet of you to offer your blood to me, but you really should never do that. Vampires have always live with a terrible hunger, which is blood. Some have control over their hunger, while others don't have any self-control. Offering your blood can be dangerous."

Atlas tilts his head and asks hesitately, "Do you struggle with controlling your hunger?"

Sometimes, I do. But it's not something he needs to worry about.

His lips curves into a slight smirk, "Don't worry. I have perfect control."

The sound of a door opened, where Sarah's footsteps walks closer toward them. She gave him the blood bag. She tilts her head, "Here, take it."

Sebastian takes the blood bag, which is cold to the touch. He rips the bag open and drink it.

Atlas watches him, his nose grimacing in disgust, "It looks disgusting."

Sebastian licks the last of blood on jis lips, snorts at Atlas's words, "Well, it's not that bad."

Sebastian gave the empty bag, where little traces of blood could be seen, Sarah clicks her tongue before throwing it away in the garbage.

Sebastian could feel strength coming back to him, his open wounds healing than a human rate, his wounds slowly closing like a knitting a sweater.

Atlas watches in amazement, Sebastian couldn't find any fear or dread within his eyes. Although the wounds closed up, but traces of blood still lingers.

Sebastian gets up and smirks at the two of them, "I'm getting into the shower. Atlas, do you want to stay here with my sister or watch tv in my room while I'm taking a quick shower?"

Atlas tilts his head, "I want to watch tv."

Sarah shakes her head, "Ouch. I didn't know you were so bothered by my prescene."

Sebastian clicks his tongue before shrugging his shoulders, "Don't take it personally. I'm just his favorite."

Sarah narrows her eyes when Sebastian couldn't hide the smirk on his lips, Sarah reveals an annoyed expression that only made Sebastian laugh.

Atlas follows Sebastian upstairs, into their room. Atlas strode across the room and turned the tv on.

Sebastian went into the bathroom and went inside the shower. He turned on the shower head, cold spray of water pour over him.

His entire had goosebumps, his brain became sharper and clearer.

The cakey blood slowly flows down his body, dark blood fills the floor, which contracts with the white floor.

He looks at his hand, saw that number was still there, although it was a little smeared.

He will call this woman, to find out if she's related to his brother's disappearance. If she is, she'll regret the day she was born. No one messes with his family. Most of all, he needs to figure what to do next.

Getting out the shower, the towel was soaked with water, he walks out of the room. He saw Atlas watching something with a mixture of revulsion and interest.

His eyes looks at what he was watching— two good-looking men were making out. One muscular guy had another guy pinned under him on the bed.

Sebastian smirks, walks closer behind Atlas like a cat stalking it's oblivious mouse. He stops before Atlas's back, his hair scattered across his neck.

Sebastian grips his silky hair, starting Atlas so much that he flinched. He whispers next to his ears that turned pink, "Bad puppy. What are you watching?"