"You should be careful, Taliesin. This time of night in a place like this, you could run into all sorts of sinister creatures." Kian knew that Taliesin had been waiting for him. He had watched him for a few minutes, simply to admire him in the moonlight. Waning moon right now, the full moon had passed. His Taliesin looked entirely human now, but he was still brimming with that energy brought on by the moon. Almost glowing with it.
Kian looked as always, dressed in a black suit, walking up to Taliesin. Now that he'd made himself known, he didn't want to wait any longer. He wrapped an arm around Taliesin's waist and pulled him close so he could catch his eyes and then kiss him. "Really dangerous. Looking like you and out alone..."
"Oh dear, yes, who knows what monster is approaching in the dark." Taliesin remarked in a grandiose way, raising his hands playfully for empathises. He felt arms around him and laughed, kissing back just as eager as the vampire had and growling playfully under his breath afterwards. "I'm all alone, poor little darling that I am, but I'm not wilting creature. I'm a mighty, terrifying beast!"
He pulled back and raised his arms to mime claws, barking at his -- well, what was he? Lover? Playmate? Fuck buddy? Who cares? It was fun. And fun was enough. "Scared, yet?"
"Oh, I'm very scared," Kian assured him, fingers in that wild hair, not tamed no matter what product or style Taliesin liked to use. All the better, he liked it like that. Liked him like that. A little wild, a little free. He kept his arms around him as he walked backwards, until he could lean against the nearest tree, looking into his eyes. "You have me all helpless now, eh?"
With a grin, he raised his eyebrows. "Whatever are you going to do to me, big bad wolf?"
"Whatever I want." Taliesin teased as he leaned against Kian and kissed him again, trailing kisses along the side of his cheek and down his neck before playfully biting him there. Well, he bite Tally all the time, he felt it was only fair to get his own back sometimes.
He did lick the wounds better before he pulled back, smirking up at Kian. "You've been gone so long, I have a good mind to be much madder at you. Tell me your good reason for being gone?" It wasn't even that long but days felt like weeks without Kian.
"Well, it was your time of the month. Seemed opportune to step out, let you spend time with your family." With his pack, running through the woods. Whatever it was werewolves did. Hunt together? Kian didn't know, he was sure it was primal and esoteric in some way, but also decidedly not his thing.
"Anyway, I had some matters to attend to. See people." Make sure to be seen somewhere far from here, so no one would ever come looking for him here. And, yes, he had stopped by Manchester just long enough to check in on Sam, but he hadn't even talked to him. He just wanted to know.
"I always miss you when you're gone. Everyone else is boring. My pack is... uninspired. We just run and fight, very unstimulating. I see why they find vampires boring, I suppose they're too dumb to understand the appeal." Usually only vampires talked down about werewolves but Taliesin never missed an opportunity. Tally was as critical of them as any other vampire.
Which was funny, considering if anyone implied he was a dumb wolf, he'd soon go for their necks.
"You want to play, do you?" One hand still in Taliesin's hair, the other was going down along his spine, going lower, settling against his quite excellent bottom and feeling that up as he kept him close. "We can, of course."
He was eager to drink from him. Simply diving right into that, however, it seemed cheap. It didn't feel right. He'd rather go thirsty for a little while longer. "For the record, trust me. By and large, vampire are at least as tedious a lot. Maybe worse, given they are tedious for longer."
They were so structured in their hierarchy. So many rules to stay unknown. Too many civilised talks when really all they were waiting for was a chance to be at each other's throats. "What kind of game would you like to play, darling boy?"
"I want to play chase. And if you want my blood tonight, you'll have to catch me." It was his favourite game, to play chase with Kian. To have the fun instinct of running and feel the sensation of being caught, of being prey instead of predator. It was a thrill. Sometimes he let Kian win, sometimes he fought him but the important part was the game. The heightened adrenaline. It made him taste better.
"What's worse than a big bad wolf? Is it a fanged human? I should think not." He pulled away from Kian and licked his lips, flashing those manic eyes in his direction. "A wolf, he pricks with eyes of fire. Across the night's o'ercrusted snows. Seeking his prey." He backed up, playfully opening his arms. "He pads his way!"
And like that, he began to run, without so much as a confirmation. Taliesin was, as always, a wild card. Hard to predict, hard to reason with - he did what he wanted.
Kian watched him run off, laughing quietly. He wanted to chase him, of course. It was fun for him as well and it wasn't as if it would be a struggle to catch him. He was a vampire in full control of his power and a hungry vampire at that. With his prey running, he only had to stop suppressing his instincts and there he was, giving chase.
He hadn't hunted in the forest for a long time. Not for real, anyway, and this was as close as he got to real these days. More than enough, he felt.
He could hear Taliesin. Could smell him, could almost feel him. His blood calling to him. It was primal, ancient maybe even. Blood-drinker chasing a werewolf. Beast after beast.
When he caught on to him, he slammed into him. He had him on the ground and he pinned him there, fangs already sinking into his throat as he held him down. "Mine..."
He said only that before he started drinking, hot red blood gushing into his mouth.
Sirius hadn't grown up around here, not like Remus. He had only started living here in the past few years, with school done and his family and him being mutually done with one another. Even so, he had still grown up with the stories of the beasts in the woods. And of the crazed man who never came into town.
He knew not to go into the forest during a full moon even before he knew why. Of course, now that he slept with Remus every night except those full moon ones, he knew so much more. So much more than he wanted to know.
Sirius was just human. He may have a bit more of a penchant for getting into and causing trouble than most, but he was still only human. He wasn't supposed to be a hero in a story like this and he was painfully aware of that. He was only human. Only human and walking through the forest. At least it was still daytime, but that didn't mean his heart beat any slower.
Remus had told him to get Taliesin. Remus, apparently, remembered playing with Taliesin when he'd been a child. All Sirius had heard from everyone else was that the man was better left alone. Dangerous, feral, deadly.
But supposedly, he never harmed humans. Anyway, Sirius had always had more courage than foresight, so he tried to use that to his advantage. He stopped on the edge of the clearing, calling out to that wooden shed. "Oi!"
How did he even address him? "CRAZY MAN! You home?!"
It was a simple warning but he found it was pretty effective. He was trying to have a relaxing day. He made himself some mutton from an ewe he'd caught, he'd fought with his shitty pocket TV to try and get a signal (alas, no luck) and now he was painting. He found painting a good hobby. Therapeutic, relaxing, tranq-- FUCK! His paints were running because his brush had been stuck at the wrong point for too long, distracted by the yelling. That bastard ruined his painting. "Fuck, fuck, fuck! Fucking fucker."
He smashed the easel over and turned to the boarded up window, stomping over so he could see through the wood he'd used to cover it. Fucking shrimp was bothering him.
Obviously, Sirius didn't get off his property. Instead he straightened up, flicked his hair back and tried a charming smile in the direction of the shed. He had no idea whether his charm worked through boarded up windows or on angry, lone wolfmen, but no time to find out like the present. "My apologies, sir, but I can't do that."
He could, he supposed. He just really didn't want to. "I need your help."
What did he do if this werewolf rushed him? He was an alpha, whatever that meant. More powerful. Potentially still very dangerous without the full moon. He didn't even know. He had a silver necklace that Remus had given him once, but he wasn't sure whether that had much self-defence value. Mostly sentimental, he supposed.
Had to appeal to a beastly man's humanity somehow. "Please. My boyfriend's in danger."
"AND?!" His boyfriend was in danger and he was supposed to care? Urgh, idiots. He sighed and walked over to the front door, kicking it open but staying inside. He just wanted to look at Sirius better and make sure that Sirius couldn't much look at him. He was shaded in the dark, it hide most of his features and kept him from a public viewing.
"If you don't fuck off, I'll eat your sodding boyfriend. And you too! Cachgi! Dos i chwarae efo dy nain."
Hopefully what he lacked in Welsh knowledge, the shithead would make up for in tonal awareness.
All right. All right, scary. He wasn't denying that it was scary, but he had faced scary. He had gotten caught after schedule by his head of house more than once, that had been straight up terrifying. Anyway, Welsh cursing he had gotten very exposed to these days.
He reached up to rub the back of his neck and tried stepping closer. Less with the smiling now, but sincerely looking for help. Maybe that was the better approach. "If you can't help me, he's going to be eaten anyway."
He didn't really like saying that, but he supposed that was the implication there. "And they spoke of turning me. Before I managed to run here."
"Then maybe stop trying to date a werewolf, you barmy little cunt. It tends to end that way. A scratch, a bite and you're fucked." With a loud, annoyed sigh, Taliesin stepped outside and squinted at the light. He didn't really look strong in the sense of built or muscular but he was a big guy with a dark look in his eyes and honestly, even in his human form, there was something wolf-like about him.
He walked passed Sirius and towards the trees, looking up and squinting in annoyance.
"You fucking hear that? The birds are coming back. To Port Talbot. Bloody loud buggers. I can't get a fucking moments peace out here without their shitty noise." He listened to them tweet but a bit longer before he ran at the tree and started attacking the stump. "FUCK OFF! FUCK OFF! WHAT? ARE YOU HERE TO TORMENT ME? WHAT DO YOU WANT?"
Sirius really wished he had Remus with him right now. Not just because he would have felt braver while holding his hand and not just because he needed Remus to reassure him that this man could actually help them and wasn't too insane, but most of all because he needed Remus's good influence to not try and poke the bear. Or poke the werewolf, as the case might be.
"...you sure showed those birds, sir."
He cleared his throat, trying to debate the best strategy here. Perhaps it was best to get to the point. "A vampire has come to the village. A master vampire." Whatever that meant. It all still sounded ludicrous to him. "He's got Remus. And some of the other werewolves."
"Oh, has he? Well, he won't bloody get me." Glaring at the tree tops, he waited for the silence before he finally turned away and looked at Sirius. "There's no such thing as 'master' vampires any more than there is an 'alpha' wolf. It's just whatever or whoever happens to be the bigger, better bastard."
Coming away from Sirius, he walked towards the back of his house and opened up a wooden box. The buzzing was a clue as to what it was - bees. Lots of bees.
"Hello, darlings." He mumbled quietly to them. "Any honey?"
What a place. Not where he'd have seen his Taliesin, who liked to dream of mansions and tell him about all the luxuries he wanted. Who hadn't been shy about demanding gifts either. At the same time, he had always been happy to sleep under the stars with him, so he supposed one of his dual natures won out here.
Big time, it would seem, from what he'd heard. What he felt here too. Kian walked around the shack, feeling his energy. He was strong and feral, no doubt about that. Of course, Kian was strong too. He wasn't concerned for his safety, at least physically. How this reunion might go on any other level? He was less sure on that.
Finally, he approached the door and knocked. Simple. Nothing else was simple about this.
It was late and Tally was on the floor of the shack, eating his meat and making more stakes, just in case any vampire fuckers came back. He had cooled down after the fight, taken some magic mushroom tea, lost himself in the woods for two days and came back calmer, happier and somewhat more manic. Just hearing a vampire talk about his blood repulsed him to his very core.
He sniffed the air suddenly and the smell was off. It was like -- old times. He scrambled onto his knees and sniffed the air again, prowling over to the window with a low growl in his throat. No, it couldn't be. He pulled some newspaper frown and looked out - and there the fucker was. Kian.
Without warning, Tally punched his hand through the window without any self control, trying to reach through it and slash at Kian, practically barking at him.
Kian took a step back, having much better self control here. He leaned down to look through the whole Tally had made, tried to get a glimpse of him. He had changed, obviously. He would, being mortal. Given the circumstances, he shouldn't be surprised at him having changed quite that much, but it was still surprising to see.
Huh. He took a step back, wondering whether he would get to actually have a conversation any time soon. "I take it you recognised me?"
It wasn't as if he had changed at all, appearance-wise.
"Oh, I recognise you, YOU SCHEMEING LITTLE PRICK."
He came around to the door and shoved it open, looking at Kian with wild, furious eyes, ready to attack. Kian had meant so much and he had just left. No word, no notes, no nothing. He left and it all became clear when he heard it from all the other vampires. Werewolves were dumb dogs but they tasted good. They were fuel. And all Kian ever wanted was fuel. The fucking bastard.
There was no elegance, no proper talking, he just leapt at Kian with no hesitation.
Kian had often been accused of being scheming. Not so much of being a little prick and hardly ever of having one, but either way, this wasn't too surprising. He supposed he deserved this. However, that didn't mean he'd just roll over and take it.
He fell when Taliesin leapt at him, they ended up on the ground. Taliesin was strong, probably about equal in purely physical strength and he had all of his anger fuelling him now. He didn't fight him overly much to begin with, even allowed himself to be pinned to the ground. Only when he was about to have his throat torn out by the vicious werewolf did he reach up with both hands, getting one on his throat and one in that wild hair to keep his teeth from actually closing around skin.
"Don't tell me to fucking calm down! I'll rip your throat out." His teeth snapped, he snarled and spat and fought against Kian. It was so difficult, to look down on him and actually do it, to actually kill him like he wanted to. He was desperate to end him but still deeply in love - how was that fair?
None of it was fair. Werewolves weren't fair. His eyes, a stormy dark colour, started to turn back to normal as he kept panting heavily, snapping in vain.
How could he call him by his name like that? He shook off Kian's touch and fumbled back, falling off him and shuffling away as he stared at Kian, furious and miserable. "Leave."
"Taliesin! I want to talk!" Kian called it out, still staying down so they were on the same level, looking at him. It was as if he could feel his pain, his own chest tight as he looked at him like this. As if someone had ripped into him after all. He sat up, getting on his feet and leaning forward, his eyes on Taliesin the whole time.
"You can hate me, you can keep trying to kill me. But I'll talk to you tonight. Will you listen?"
He wasn't expecting this to be easy. He hadn't expected it to hurt this much, seeing how hurt Taliesin was.
"You always get your way, fucking ... weasel-face." Not his best insult but he stood by it. He huffed in annoyance and slid further from Kian, making generous space as he propped himself up against his shack and glared at Kian. "Talk."
He wondered if Kian knew how much stronger he was now. Maybe not any smarter, maybe less controlled but if he wanted to, he knew he could hurt him. He had that power he had always wanted, just no relationship for it.
If he changed, maybe he could stop him from ever leaving. He could eat his legs and he couldn't go anywhere here. Heh. Yeah. That'd be fucking good.
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Kian looked as always, dressed in a black suit, walking up to Taliesin. Now that he'd made himself known, he didn't want to wait any longer. He wrapped an arm around Taliesin's waist and pulled him close so he could catch his eyes and then kiss him. "Really dangerous. Looking like you and out alone..."
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He pulled back and raised his arms to mime claws, barking at his -- well, what was he? Lover? Playmate? Fuck buddy? Who cares? It was fun. And fun was enough. "Scared, yet?"
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With a grin, he raised his eyebrows. "Whatever are you going to do to me, big bad wolf?"
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He did lick the wounds better before he pulled back, smirking up at Kian. "You've been gone so long, I have a good mind to be much madder at you. Tell me your good reason for being gone?" It wasn't even that long but days felt like weeks without Kian.
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"Anyway, I had some matters to attend to. See people." Make sure to be seen somewhere far from here, so no one would ever come looking for him here. And, yes, he had stopped by Manchester just long enough to check in on Sam, but he hadn't even talked to him. He just wanted to know.
"Did you miss me, sweet boy?" What a cute puppy.
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Which was funny, considering if anyone implied he was a dumb wolf, he'd soon go for their necks.
"Are we going to play tonight?"
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He was eager to drink from him. Simply diving right into that, however, it seemed cheap. It didn't feel right. He'd rather go thirsty for a little while longer. "For the record, trust me. By and large, vampire are at least as tedious a lot. Maybe worse, given they are tedious for longer."
They were so structured in their hierarchy. So many rules to stay unknown. Too many civilised talks when really all they were waiting for was a chance to be at each other's throats. "What kind of game would you like to play, darling boy?"
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"What's worse than a big bad wolf? Is it a fanged human? I should think not." He pulled away from Kian and licked his lips, flashing those manic eyes in his direction. "A wolf, he pricks with eyes of fire. Across the night's o'ercrusted snows. Seeking his prey." He backed up, playfully opening his arms. "He pads his way!"
And like that, he began to run, without so much as a confirmation. Taliesin was, as always, a wild card. Hard to predict, hard to reason with - he did what he wanted.
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He hadn't hunted in the forest for a long time. Not for real, anyway, and this was as close as he got to real these days. More than enough, he felt.
He could hear Taliesin. Could smell him, could almost feel him. His blood calling to him. It was primal, ancient maybe even. Blood-drinker chasing a werewolf. Beast after beast.
When he caught on to him, he slammed into him. He had him on the ground and he pinned him there, fangs already sinking into his throat as he held him down. "Mine..."
He said only that before he started drinking, hot red blood gushing into his mouth.
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He knew not to go into the forest during a full moon even before he knew why. Of course, now that he slept with Remus every night except those full moon ones, he knew so much more. So much more than he wanted to know.
Sirius was just human. He may have a bit more of a penchant for getting into and causing trouble than most, but he was still only human. He wasn't supposed to be a hero in a story like this and he was painfully aware of that. He was only human. Only human and walking through the forest. At least it was still daytime, but that didn't mean his heart beat any slower.
Remus had told him to get Taliesin. Remus, apparently, remembered playing with Taliesin when he'd been a child. All Sirius had heard from everyone else was that the man was better left alone. Dangerous, feral, deadly.
But supposedly, he never harmed humans. Anyway, Sirius had always had more courage than foresight, so he tried to use that to his advantage. He stopped on the edge of the clearing, calling out to that wooden shed. "Oi!"
How did he even address him? "CRAZY MAN! You home?!"
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It was a simple warning but he found it was pretty effective. He was trying to have a relaxing day. He made himself some mutton from an ewe he'd caught, he'd fought with his shitty pocket TV to try and get a signal (alas, no luck) and now he was painting. He found painting a good hobby. Therapeutic, relaxing, tranq-- FUCK! His paints were running because his brush had been stuck at the wrong point for too long, distracted by the yelling. That bastard ruined his painting. "Fuck, fuck, fuck! Fucking fucker."
He smashed the easel over and turned to the boarded up window, stomping over so he could see through the wood he'd used to cover it. Fucking shrimp was bothering him.
"You have FIVE SECONDS to get off my property."
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He could, he supposed. He just really didn't want to. "I need your help."
What did he do if this werewolf rushed him? He was an alpha, whatever that meant. More powerful. Potentially still very dangerous without the full moon. He didn't even know. He had a silver necklace that Remus had given him once, but he wasn't sure whether that had much self-defence value. Mostly sentimental, he supposed.
Had to appeal to a beastly man's humanity somehow. "Please. My boyfriend's in danger."
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"If you don't fuck off, I'll eat your sodding boyfriend. And you too! Cachgi! Dos i chwarae efo dy nain."
Hopefully what he lacked in Welsh knowledge, the shithead would make up for in tonal awareness.
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He reached up to rub the back of his neck and tried stepping closer. Less with the smiling now, but sincerely looking for help. Maybe that was the better approach. "If you can't help me, he's going to be eaten anyway."
He didn't really like saying that, but he supposed that was the implication there. "And they spoke of turning me. Before I managed to run here."
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He walked passed Sirius and towards the trees, looking up and squinting in annoyance.
"You fucking hear that? The birds are coming back. To Port Talbot. Bloody loud buggers. I can't get a fucking moments peace out here without their shitty noise." He listened to them tweet but a bit longer before he ran at the tree and started attacking the stump. "FUCK OFF! FUCK OFF! WHAT? ARE YOU HERE TO TORMENT ME? WHAT DO YOU WANT?"
Well. The birds had certain left now.
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"...you sure showed those birds, sir."
He cleared his throat, trying to debate the best strategy here. Perhaps it was best to get to the point. "A vampire has come to the village. A master vampire." Whatever that meant. It all still sounded ludicrous to him. "He's got Remus. And some of the other werewolves."
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Coming away from Sirius, he walked towards the back of his house and opened up a wooden box. The buzzing was a clue as to what it was - bees. Lots of bees.
"Hello, darlings." He mumbled quietly to them. "Any honey?"
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Big time, it would seem, from what he'd heard. What he felt here too. Kian walked around the shack, feeling his energy. He was strong and feral, no doubt about that. Of course, Kian was strong too. He wasn't concerned for his safety, at least physically. How this reunion might go on any other level? He was less sure on that.
Finally, he approached the door and knocked. Simple. Nothing else was simple about this.
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It was late and Tally was on the floor of the shack, eating his meat and making more stakes, just in case any vampire fuckers came back. He had cooled down after the fight, taken some magic mushroom tea, lost himself in the woods for two days and came back calmer, happier and somewhat more manic. Just hearing a vampire talk about his blood repulsed him to his very core.
He sniffed the air suddenly and the smell was off. It was like -- old times. He scrambled onto his knees and sniffed the air again, prowling over to the window with a low growl in his throat. No, it couldn't be. He pulled some newspaper frown and looked out - and there the fucker was. Kian.
Without warning, Tally punched his hand through the window without any self control, trying to reach through it and slash at Kian, practically barking at him.
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Huh. He took a step back, wondering whether he would get to actually have a conversation any time soon. "I take it you recognised me?"
It wasn't as if he had changed at all, appearance-wise.
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He came around to the door and shoved it open, looking at Kian with wild, furious eyes, ready to attack. Kian had meant so much and he had just left. No word, no notes, no nothing. He left and it all became clear when he heard it from all the other vampires. Werewolves were dumb dogs but they tasted good. They were fuel. And all Kian ever wanted was fuel. The fucking bastard.
There was no elegance, no proper talking, he just leapt at Kian with no hesitation.
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He fell when Taliesin leapt at him, they ended up on the ground. Taliesin was strong, probably about equal in purely physical strength and he had all of his anger fuelling him now. He didn't fight him overly much to begin with, even allowed himself to be pinned to the ground. Only when he was about to have his throat torn out by the vicious werewolf did he reach up with both hands, getting one on his throat and one in that wild hair to keep his teeth from actually closing around skin.
"Shh, Taliesin. Calm down!"
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None of it was fair. Werewolves weren't fair. His eyes, a stormy dark colour, started to turn back to normal as he kept panting heavily, snapping in vain.
How could he call him by his name like that? He shook off Kian's touch and fumbled back, falling off him and shuffling away as he stared at Kian, furious and miserable. "Leave."
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"You can hate me, you can keep trying to kill me. But I'll talk to you tonight. Will you listen?"
He wasn't expecting this to be easy. He hadn't expected it to hurt this much, seeing how hurt Taliesin was.
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He wondered if Kian knew how much stronger he was now. Maybe not any smarter, maybe less controlled but if he wanted to, he knew he could hurt him. He had that power he had always wanted, just no relationship for it.
If he changed, maybe he could stop him from ever leaving. He could eat his legs and he couldn't go anywhere here. Heh. Yeah. That'd be fucking good.
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