GrimWire

Chapter 15

Lucas held tightly to Tyrathane, his lips moving against the boy's throat as he took mouthful after mouthful of blood. His wounds were healing rapidly the more he drank. It had been so long since he'd had any blood that it felt amazing to have the warm liquid sliding down his throat. It was sweet, and at the same time very metallic. As he drank he could feel his strength rising too.

It wasn't until sometime later that the ring around his finger finally burned, biting into his skin. He pulled away, air sucking into his lungs from his mouth as he'd done nothing but drink for the past few minutes. His eyes were languid, half covered by his eye lids as he stared at the place where he'd bitten Tyrathane. Leaning forward he ran his tongue against the wounds, licking away the slight trickle of crimson that left the holes.

Tyrathane's arms tightened around him in response. Pulling back, he looked at the human with a very small grin. It was quite nice to see that the boy had a different look on his handsome face than that of arrogance. Lucas ran his tongue along his teeth, cleaning them.

"Better?" Ty asked, regaining his usual charm.

That was quick, Lucas thought with a bit of a frown. He'd been hoping to have the human in a shocked state for a bit longer, "Fine. Thank you."

"Anytime. Even if you don't really need it, you can do that anytime."

Lucas pushed him away, "You have no shame... I hope you know that."

Tyrathane laughed as he fell off the couch, hitting the floor with a solid thump. Lucas shook his head and looked over to Nameia who had finished carving the door. He lifted an eyebrow in curiosity.

"A seal?"

"Not just any seal. A demons seal. It'll keep him out."

"Why did you put a demons seal there? Vahn isn't a demon."

"Oh-ho, my dear Lucas, you have no idea what the hell we're up against do you," the demi-God replied. Her voice was short and ill-tempered.

"Mind filling me in then?"

"What about L'liya?" Tyrathane cut in suddenly.

Nameia glanced towards him with a bit of a frown, her eyebrows dropping down to scrunch in the middle. She didn't look all too pleased about his interruption. Lucas, on the other hand, shifted gears quite easily. The question had him thinking about the vampire instantly.

"Where is she?"

"In the catacombs still, I presume," Nameia answered.

"We have to go get her."

"That's a bad idea," Tyrathane conjectured.

"Why?!" The vampire was getting frustrated. There was something they weren't telling him and to top it all off, L'liya was missing.

"Vahn is still out there and I can almost guarantee that he's followed us out of the catacombs."

"So? That's even more reason to go get her. I'm not just leaving her out there on her own. We stand a better chance against him together. I've just gained more power; he can't possibly stand to win with all of us."

"Maybe, maybe not. It's not a risk that I'm letting you take," the demi-God responded.

"Look, if Nameia couldn't even scratch him I really doubt you can too," Tyrathane added.

Lucas ground his teeth, glaring at both of them. He didn't like the situation at all but it seemed they weren't giving him a choice in the matter. He slid his legs off the couch and stood. Almost simultaneously, Tyrathane stood with him. The slightly taller boy grinned at him as he took a step towards him.

Fingers brushed through his hair, pulling it back from his face. Lucas looked away, a bit of a blush edging on his face. His senses were heightened right then and it was hard to ignore the presence of the human when he was so close. Not like usual, anyway.

"I'm glad you're alright now. Though, I must admit... your clothes are a bit revealing right now," Tyrathane grinned mischievously.

Lucas glanced down and his eyes widened even more. His clothes were nothing but torn strips of cloth. Beneath the black blazer that was the schools uniform, his white shirt had been ripped to shreds and it was almost as if he wore no shirt at all. His jeans –thankfully- were mostly intact, with a few large rips around the thighs and calves.

"Shut up!" Lucas hissed between clenched teeth. He tried his best to wrap the blazer around his body, to cover himself, but to no avail.

"Even hotter than I expected," the human commented without listening to the vampire.

Lucas looked up at him with wide eyes as he grit his teeth. His face, he was sure, was a brilliant red color. Oh, how at that very moment he wanted nothing more than to shove Tyrathane's face into the floor.