#mezlo

He's doing it again. A whole month, no food. No blood.

The Lord of the mansion, he who holds dominion over the darkened halls of this cathedral, Lo Quill. A vampire with a long history of regret, of pain, of inescapable sadness. He's tall, as most vampires are, skin, as pale as a porcelain doll, with beauty that's often praised, as "Painted by a master of the arts..."

His partner, a Werewolf, shaggy and unkept, with a certain air of privilege about him, his Vampire treats him well. The werewolf too, is tall, short brown shaggy hair, often seen in purple clothes... purple is a royal colour, and his Vampire treats him as such. Meztli, is the puppy's name...

The man in Red, the vampire, hasn't fed. He feels his humanity slipping. But he cant. He can't sink his teeth... He lost control recently, his wolf, Meztli had accidentally cut his hand, setting the vampire off. Sending him into a frenzy.

The werewolf ended up unconscious. A lack of blood in his system.

Since then, he's refused to drink, not even from a deer passing though... And now, Meztli has had enough. He sauntered in, tail swaying behind him. He walked with purpose, determination. He kicked down the door of his vampire, blood bag in hand, it was sheep blood, since it was all he could find in such a short amount of time. "You, drink, now."

The Vampire scoffed, rolling his eyes, hunched over parchment...

"Please, puppy. I'm busy. And watch the door, if you could."

The vampire responded, quill in hand...

"I have enough to worry about, a dragon territory nearby, a mansion appearing out of thin air, and that parasite of mine has found a new plaything... the last thing I need-"

"I don't think you heard me."

The werewolf growled.

"You. Drink. Now. Don't make me ask again, my moon..."

He slammed his free hand on the desk, leaning in. Attempting to show the Vampire who's the boss. When the Vampire showed no reaction, the werewolf huffed. He opened the bag with his teeth, sucked the thick, cold liquid into his mouth before grabbing the vampire by the jaw, kissing him, forcefully feeding him that metallic goodness that the Vampire craved...

The vampire felt helpless in his puppy's grasp and just let it happen, swallowing greedily, his free hand coming up to grasp the werewolf's hair. Eventually, they pulled away, blood dripping from their lips.

"mhn, tasty."

The werewolf smirked. Swallowing the taste of his vampire.

"You brat..." the vampire growled, running fingers through the werewolf's hair... he then gently took the bag and drank the remainder, a few droplets falling onto the now bloody parchment.

He tossed the bag and stood. Staring down at his puppy...

"Awee, don't look at me like that, Moonshine... you weren't gonna drink so I had to think about how to get you to drink."

"hmph, you thought and didn't hurt yourself, I'm impressed."

The vampire smirked, leaning in and giving his beloved puppy a peck on the cheek, causing his tail to wag.

The vampire moved fast, lifting the werewolf into a bridal carry. "WOAH! What the hell, Lo?!"

"Hah, don't act like that... you helped me feed, and now... you'll help me relieve my troubles, like a very good boy."

Damnit, Meztli loved him too much.

But to mortals, remember;

Beware the man in red.