WIP Game: vampire jean gets tossed in garbage disposal please (hides and peers through fingers 💖)
“He’ll kill us both if he finds out,” Jean mumbles, the words a token protest pushed out of split and swollen lips. He can feel himself slipping in and out of consciousness from Riko's latest lesson, and it takes a significant amount of effort to cling to the tiny thread of control that is currently preventing him from tearing Kevin’s throat out in sheer desperation.
“You’re going to die like this anyway,” Kevin counters. “And I don’t — I can’t be here alone, Jean. Without you. And he won’t find out, anyway, not if you bite somewhere he’s already been.” He sounds so sure, so confident, like he genuinely believes it.
Where hasn’t Riko bitten Kevin? His entire body tells the story of their owner’s fangs. Nearly every inch of Kevin’s skin is a wallpaper pattern of those two distinct punctures, an array of silvered scars and scabbed-over holes.
“I won’t,” he says stubbornly. He cannot cross this line: if he tastes Kevin’s blood, even once, Jean knows with complete certainty he will become the feral beast that Riko always threatens he will turn Jean into.
