neverending.

As he was about to return to walking down the hall, he heard that all too familiar meow of Sir Meowrco. Furrowing his brows, he realized now that the bedroom door was slightly cracked. Shaking his head, the cat must have pushed his way in there chasing after something. Stepping on inside with a soft sigh, he called out to the feline. “C’mere Sir Meowrco.. you’re not supposed to–” He froze up the moment he spotted Matt’s eyes across the room.

“Sir Meo- Meowrco?” That was... .... some name. He really was not able to properly pronounce that. How was Anzo able to- wait, no.. he was the one who gave the small cat that name. Shaking his head to and fro before he carried on with his search in the room. The light being turned on didn’t bother him as much as it did Anzo, he had been up and out these past few hours. 

“… G-get away from me…” 

"Get home safely..” He said placing the bottle next to the younger male. Quite honestly, he didn’t really know what else to say to this.. he had done what he unintentionally intentionally meant to do. Whatever.. Maybe he would let him be.

Finally, there it was. Freedom, safety. His captor quickly receding to somewhere that the raven didn’t dare attempt to follow. As if he could find it in him to walk as it was, fear crippling his legs and as it all sank in did the rest of his form fall limp. Hitting the ground with a thud and curling in around himself, the trembles in his body had increased in ferocity and as he attempted to reach for a cigarette and a lighter it only ended up with a pocket full of belongings now on Matt’s floor.

Everything around him was beginning to spin in circles, his breaths were uncoordinated and making it an even harder struggle to catch a gasp of air. By now, tears had started to well from their ducts.Leaning forward, he ended up on his knees as his hands fumbled around the ground, clasping on the lighter and one of the scattered cigarettes. Shaking profusely made bringing the cigarette to his lips significantly harder, but somehow he had managed it. Now, his next issue was holding steady enough while lighting it up.

“…. C’mon.. .. j-just l-light already..” Softly mumbling to himself, his voice still laced with a stammer as he flicked at the lighter. His sporadic breathing constantly shutting the flame down before it could even become strong enough to light. Finally, he had managed to hold his breath just long enough to let the flame envelope the white paper.

Matt had figured that the younger male had been long gone since that whole mess and scare. He was taking his damn sweet time to try to mellow out-- which it was interrupted once he noticed that he in fact still had his company. Coughing? Water? Surprisingly, he had a bottle of water about. Getting off his bum, the older male went to find the spot that he had left Anzo in. Waiting for him to stop, he offered the bottle. 

"You’re still here?”

Fear of one’s life is a normal defense mechanism for any person, and as much as Anzo wanted to push back on Matt he was paralyzed by the sudden change of personality his brother’s ex had. Thoughts of this being the end, that he was never able to discover what happened to his brother, leaving his mother behind – they all passed through his mind. 

With palms clammy and shaking convulsively, he pressed them against Matt’s chest. Pushing weakly at him to get off and let him go. “…L-Let go..” His voice stammered, laced with  the panic that he was currently afflicted by. 

Protesting had gotten him nowhere with how entranced Matt was over the strong scent of blood. At the icy feeling of his tongue sliding across the sensitive skin on his neck, Anzo was murmuring a hushed moan. The touch a strange combination of disturbing and pleasurable (why was that a zone he enjoyed being touched…? stupid body,) had him confused and ushering another push at Matt.

“… .. S-Stop it.. Don’t act like this is a game… ..Filthy bloodsucker..!” Another stutter in his speech, the shake in his body twice as prevalent as it was prior to his skin being teased as a meal to the other. 

Leaning in close one final time, Matt drew a final breathe at the proximity. Anzo’s blood was so alluring, he was wanting to try it-- He knew he couldn’t. It has been quite some time since he had last taken blood straight from a warm body. He knew what he would become if it came to it and above all, he knew that he would not know how to go back. 

Pushing against the wall, Matt made it so the distance between the two, making it to the kitchen to his stash, Matt was shredding off the package and swallowing it as fast as he could. The taste wasn’t the best but it would suffice if he wanted to hold back these cravings of his. 

With the first done, he was reaching for the next, quickly resting against the wall as he began to chug the other. Even if it was a tease, Matt didn’t think that he would be itching to try the younger’s blood. Anzo’s brother certainly didn’t drive him this obsessed with wanting a taste.

“.. .. You’re quick to accept that thought..” Perhaps he really was walking into a trap with this lying bloodsucker. Muffling a snarky thought to himself, he kept up his pace after the older male. To slip in to school, stating his age as eighteen.. What a hoax, Matt must have been eighteen for centuries now. 

When Matt finished leading him to his so called residence, Anzo’s adrenaline spiked with over-zealous anxiety. This felt too surreal to actually be happening – for his enemy to be showing him inside of a horrific murder facility, probable where his own sibling had lost his life. Barging in behind him, he was quick to tackle into Matt before he could get out of sight, trying to push him to the ground.

However, that did not seem to be what he would be getting any time soon. In his weak state, being knocked to the ground was as easy as it sounded. A fairly loud groan came from the older male, hands fixed on either side of him to keep his head up as he glared at Anzo. 

“What on earth are you doing--” The words rolled past his lips with a heavy, sour tone. This little brother is an even bigger pain in his ass than he had been up to this point. Pushing himself up and off the ground and as swift as he could pull it off, Matt was pressing Anzo as firmly as he could. Which, it could be better. 

“Do you really think if I had anything to do with it I would have let you live this long?” His voice stirred, lips hovering to his neck, using every little bit to hold back from trying to take a little taste. “Especially since I’m the monster you claim that I am?” His question was asked with a teasing lick to the younger’s neck. 

It didn’t take long for him to regret it. A strong, tingling feeling filled his mouth. The strong urge to take a bite and feed on that warm fresh blood. These moments of hesitating were starting to feel like an eternity when in reality they were merely seconds. Doing his best to try and hold back that urge, it was torture. Inching ever so much closer, the itching feeling to pierce his skin were showing. 

“Bullshit. This whole area doesn’t have any hills in sight, and if it did it wouldn’t be close to walking distance. It feels more like we’re heading to the Industrial District, there’s loads of factories and warehouses popping up… Are you going to off me too now, ‘ya bastard?”

"Sure.. Let’s go with that.” Were warehouses still associated with creepy murder scenes? Not much has changed.. that is certain. Ignoring the shorty’s punch went pretty well-- minus the brief stinging feeling.. He will be home soon enough to grab a snack. His energy would be back.

Matt kept his pace until he arrived to one that looked slightly more well kept than the others. The insides of that warehouse-- He doubt that it would be something that the younger male would expect to see. A small path with what appeared to be like townhouses on its side. Unlocking the door to his home, he left it open enough-- Anzo would have certainly barged his way in. 

“I’m going to lay in my coffin in my very gothic-style house on top of the tallest hill.” Matt said with his finger pointing down the path. Of course, that just lead down to the warehouse area. “Still going to tag along?”