Revenge Bites

IV

A small frown pulls at Davon's lips as his brain tries to process the room that he sits in. The light, airy room is the opposite of what he was expecting from the vampire psychologist who lays on the sofa staring at the lofted ceiling.

Davon winces at the squeak Raiden lets out making Naymar turn his head in curiosity about the sound. 'I've wanted to read this book for ages! Remember when I pointed this out last time?' Raiden says excitedly with a smile. His eyes sparkle with excitement or the light, Davon could not tell, but it made a small smile pull at Davon's lips also.

'How could I forget?' Davon replies.

'I would say the wince at the squeak gave it away,' Naymar adds making Davon groan at the look of disbelief on Raiden's face.

'It hurt my ears.'

'Of course.'

Davon glares at the small smirk on Naymar's lips.

Raiden drops into the armchair beside Davon's, childishly sitting at the furthest point he can without falling out. The slight smirk playing on Raiden's lips as he brushes waves out of his face lets Davon know that he is only fuelling Naymar's fun.

Naymar sits up with his gaze seemingly distracted. 'I suppose I should tell you something,' Naymar says. The two brothers share a look confused. 'You've been asleep for about a day. It seems like something else happened other than feeding on the deer. What do you guys remember?'

'We were watching a pair of female deer in the forest around Kelna, not too far from where we live. Had the tiniest debate on who would get the biggest one,' Davon mumbles while rubbing his forehead.

'I got there first, so I drank the blood of the larger one and Davon had the smaller. We usually have a quick nap before we go home because of the feed and we woke up here,' Raiden explains.

Naymar looks at the pair curiously. 'And let me ask the typical shrink question, how does that make you feel?' Naymar says.

'I'm not sure what I am feeling. The entire thing has just shocked my system, and I'm still not sure what to make of it.' Raiden fiddles with the fabric of the armchair as the motions soothe him.

Naymar watches Raiden as he starts to doodle patterns on the chair with his finger, the action seemingly familiar to him from the small smile that Davon observes tugging at the psychologist's lips. 'That is a coping technique. Yes, this situation is bound to be overwhelming due to the ambiguity on how you were transferred from Kelna to Oakheart. It is why your body has chosen to slowly expose you to your emotions rather than flooding you with them.'

Raiden shifts on his seat, moving closer to Davon in the process, as he brings a leg to his chest. 'I know that.' Raiden rests his chin on his knee, his head facing Davon more than Naymar.

Davon gives Raiden a reassuring smile making Raiden relax slightly.

'What about you, Davon?' Naymar says making brown eyes clash with his harshly. 'I know you have opinions, I've already seen that.'

Davon's head tilts slightly as he eases back in his seat. 'I've seen you somewhere else. Kalyani also asked when you're at the palace next which means you're in with the royal family. Why are you in Oakheart if they are based in Aramore? You've been here a while for Callaway to imprint as he has and for Kaylani to be that desperate to grapple a task to come here to see Amalthea,' Davon replies.

Naymar smirks slightly. 'You have a fair point, but we are not here to talk about me.'

'Right now I'm confused on where I know you from so I am talking about how I feel.'

'Fair enough.' Naymar folds his hands in his lap, going incredibly still. 'How did you feel when you woke up?'

Raiden snorts looking at Davon. 'He thought we were home and asked for ten minutes more sleep before realising we are somewhere else because it smells too sanitary in the rooms,' Raiden comments making Davon raise an eyebrow while a slight smirk twitches on Naymar's lips.

'How sure are you?' Naymar asks.

'Very,' Raiden says at the same time as Davon states,

'Too sure.'

'How close are you two?' Naymar questions while looking at the pair for their visual reactions.

Davon becomes more receptive to Raiden, his posture relaxing and more open compared to when he was talking to Naymar. Raiden lowers a hand to his ankle, the other running through his hair as he watches Davon's actions. His eyes go to Naymar, pulling his chin into the air as he straightens his back. 'Why does our relationship have anything to do with this?' Raiden asks.

'He obviously gives you more confidence to be independent which shows you were more dependent when you were younger. There's also the fact it is just you two here and no one else, you've been isolated for some reason. So, your dynamic is very important right now as it can help me gauge if we need to put any aids in place. Do you want to answer me now I've said that?'

'We should be able to handle ourselves just fine as long you keep in line also, doc,' Davon states, closing himself off again by folding his arms.

Raiden shrugs a shoulder watching the psychologist.

Naymar takes a controlled breath and readjusts his shirt. 'How was lunch? Amalthea said that you two had settled well and Callaway had introduced himself,' Naymar says.

Raiden plays with his fingers as he ducks his head and guilt eats him alive. Davon shrugs a shoulder. 'Humans are weird,' Davon comments in observation.

'You are as weird to them as they are to you.'

Davon narrows his eyes slightly. 'Whatever you say.'

'What happened after Amalthea left?'

'What didn't,' Raiden mumbles as if he was indulging his inner voice but vocalised it by accident.

Naymar looks at Raiden curiously. 'Can you expand on that for me? Callaway didn't explain how it got to him snapping,' Naymar says softly.

'Callaway explained who was in the dining room at that time. Then the twins started grinding him about you making his anger peak.'

'Your feedings have been affecting his physique. He's stronger than a human but he isn't as strong as a vampire,' Davon adds. 'You've probably triggered the compatibility bond that exists between you two for him to fly off at Rayan and Rosemary for them suggesting that Amalthea or they could do you better than Callaway can.'

Naymar's breath stutters upon hearing what Davon says about the twins' suggestions. 'What makes them think that? Why would I sleep with a lesbian colleague when I'm gay and have no encompassment for females in that department and especially not those two,' Naymar states.

'So unprofessional of you, doctor.'

'Bite it.'

'Like you did to Callaway?'

Raiden reacts as quickly as Naymar, intercepting Naymar before he can get to Davon's chair. He can feel Davon's smug look behind him, however, Raiden keeps a tight grip on the frustrated vampire. 'That was not necessary,' Raiden reminds as he looks back at Davon over his shoulder. 'And now you've given him a hold over you, was that a good idea to react?'

'Who says I haven't got something to hold over the both of you,' Naymar states, a promise of darkness within the tone.

Raiden moves backwards as Naymar does, the psychologist straightening his shirt and feigning nonchalance over a fact he has known from the beginning. 'Is this what you wanted to talk about?'

'You might want to sit down.'

Davon stands as Naymar sits down, the air carrying a different charge to before. 'This is why you were looking at our relationship, isn't it? This would affect it,' Davon says, the confidence seeping away from his frame.

'You are so like your dad that it is eerie, yet someone isn't as good as blagging like the rest of your family is,' Naymar explains. The pair shares a look confused, wondering how Naymar knew their family's behaviour if he had no idea who they were. 'And, unfortunately, we can't take you back to them. As you aren't minors, we do not have to take you back to them, you'll have to make your own way back or go elsewhere. We will be keeping you guys here until we deem you suitable for release after this news.'

'What is it?'

'You guys would have learnt about blood types, yes?'

'Of course, it's hereditary.'

'So, explain you having AB blood, your dad having AB blood, your mother having A blood and Raiden having blood type 0.'