Hearth and Home

Yeahhhh so I kinda bamfed out here and I apologize for that. Y’know how 2 months ago I was like “hey look I made an OC blog?” Well it’s not longer just OCs so I’m gonna move Drautos over there. Any threads I have going here are free to port over. I’m gonna be moving all my verses and stuff as well. It’s literally the exact same Drautos just on a different blog.

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It was several hours later that the boy woke up to find himself in a bed that wasn’t his bed in a room that wasn’t his room with noises that were far too loud (at least to him). Panic instantly began to fill him as he sat up, the memories that led to this moment coming back. Mr. Drautos…he’d offered him a ride home – something that Noct had taken him up on – then he had bitten him. Actually torn into his neck and drank until he…died? He thought he’d died at least. There was something else… he’d made him drink his blood too.

Noctis hoped more than anything that it had been a bad dream. Maybe he’d had passed out or something and Titus had taken him back to his place. He wouldn’t be able get into Noct’s apartment if he was unconscious, after all.

That hope was quickly quashed when he reached up to touch his neck and flakes of dried blood came off making him wince. So it hadn’t been a dream.

The boy climbed out of the bed, taking a moment to steady himself before digging around in his pockets for his keys and phone. Both were gone and he could only assume Titus had taken them and fear joined his panic. He moved to the window. The curtains were drawn shut, so Noctis opened them ever so slightly to peek out.

He regretted it when the sun hit his cheek and burned painfully enough to make him cry out jerk the curtain back before stumbling back. He hadn’t been in the sunlight enough to cause any real damage, but the skin was hot and red like moderate sunburn.

Paperwork was far from enjoyable, Drautos would much rather sit down with a book to read, but if he’s to keep his store running smoothly paperwork must be done. Legalities have always been the most boring part of every era the world goes through, but they are something that every era has.

Worse still was his tendency towards keeping backups of everything. Technology is good, and he’s grateful for the advancements that have been made, but he doesn’t trust it. He wants his own records, on paper where it won’t crash or get infected with a virus. Thus does he take on the daunting task of writing down everything he keeps electronically from the store.

It takes several painful hours of writing, copying down the information and filing it away. There are several papercuts that little his hands by the time he’s done, but he pays them no mind. Such minor cuts are far from problematic and heal quickly. 

Just as he’s filling away the last pieces of paper he hears shuffling in the bedroom, followed by an exclamation of pain. There’s a quiet groan of annoyance, knowing that Noctis probably just tried to look outside into the sunlight. 

She could put out the fire. She can actually do something useful.

Without a second to waste she hits the floor with a blizzard. Ice and snow coats the floors, desk and most the wall. However it didn’t hit the fire.

She just blinked at it owlishly. “Ok that one is on me.”

There’s a moment that passes where Drautos doesn’t react. He simply stands there, adjusting to the sudden drop in temperature and now uselessness of his office. There’s an annoyed sigh before he finally moves. He reaches down to grab the trash can, and then heads for the door. “I’ll deal with this. You’re on gate duty for a month.”

His screams were muffled by he hand over his mouth and he began to thrash desperately, squirming and lashing out at the man but to no avail. Drautos was a bigger build than him anyway, but he possessed what Noctis could only describe as a superhuman strength. Or perhaps the blood loss was making him weak.

Probably both.

Vampire – that was the first thought that came to mind, but that was a stupid, irrational thought brought about by too many late night horror movies but…what other explanation was there.

Slowly, the boy’s struggles began to weaken and his cries were no louder than soft mumbles against the man’s hand, though the tears were freely flowing. When Drautos pulled back, Noctis was much more compliant. He didn’t have the energy to fight or scream, though his eyes widened at the sight of the knife.

It wasn’t used on him though. No, Titus cut his own wrist and pressed it against his lips. He clamped his mouth shut, but not before some of the crimson liquid passed his lips. The taste of copper was strong and Noctis gagged, but the teeth were soon back in place, draining him of the blood he had left.

After a few moments, his eyes closed and he slumped against Titus.

Dead and ready to be reborn.

Noctis tried to fight back, tried to resist, but his attempts end in failure. There’s a fear in his eyes when Drautos pulls out the blade, and Drautos would be lying if he said he didn’t take joy in that look of terror. The end game is certainly getting Noctis to stay with him, but the primal instinct of his very being does enjoy the fear that comes from prey.

Very little of his blood makes it into the boy’s mouth, but only a drop is needed. Noctis gagged and choked, trying to spit it out but Drautos knows all too well how hard it is to get blood out of his mouth. To stop him from fighting even more, and finish the job, he returns to draining the blood from Noctis. 

The time to takes to finish him off is hardly worth thinking about. Noctis collapses against him, lifeless and quickly growing cold. Drautos lowers his body into the car, and closes the door. He walks to the drivers side, and climbs in. He drives home, to a decently secluded house. It’s not so secluded that anyone would be suspicious, but it’s private enough that no one will question Drautos carrying Noctis’ limp body into his house. 

Noctis had no reason to believe anything was wrong. His boss was a nice guy who looked out for his employees and certainly a better option than walking home in the middle of the night. Especially when Noct’s apartment was in one of the rougher neighbourhoods. He couldn’t afford anywhere else just yet, though like with the car, he hoped to rectify that when he graduated. He’d be able to pick up more shifts and maybe he’d be able to get promoted to a management role.

He was studying a business degree, so that should help his chances and if not, he’d look for work someplace else, as much as he liked working at the sporting goods store.

Just as he was about to enter the car, he was slammed into the metal frame with enough force to wind him. A rough hand in his hair tilts his head back, making him wince.

“Mr…Mr. Drautos?” He croaked out before full out screaming as the teeth tore into his neck.

A hand raises to cover Noctis’ mouth when he screams. There are enough troubling rumors going around as it is, he’d like to avoid those rumors cropping up near his store. It’s bad for business, and worse yet it will attract hunters. The rumors certainly wouldn’t be wrong, but then it’s even worse for business.

The blood tastes sweet as it passed through his mouth. The more he drinks the weaker he can feel Noctis getting. The boys skin is growing paler, eyes hazing over as his body struggles to keep him conscious with the loss of blood. He pulls away, licking blood from his lips. 

Her voice went up an octave. “I told you what happened.I walked in to give you files and your bin was on fire.” She wouldn’t be this stressed out if she had actually done it.

“Do you really think I’m that stupid to stand around if I had done it?” Legally she couldn’t smack him with the folder but morally she really wanted to.

He sighs, resigning himself to the fact that he wouldn’t find out the start of the fire. He holds out a hand for the folder, “Go get something to douse the fire,” he orders. 

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