[Life can never be perfect and Aether didn't expect it to be, but the sudden turn for worse made it difficult for him. One day he's fine, happy, holding a phone number to someone who he had always wanted to get closer to. Another day he collapses out of the blue. He's rushed to the hospital, treated then told terrible news. It all feels like some sort of nightmare, but he's determined to pull through.
He has to. He has so much to do.
On that fateful day, he's waking away from people, wanting to piece his thoughts together in silence of the alleyways and finally the stress of the past days crushes him. He collapses on his knees, his entire body bending. The reality hits him stronger than he would ever ever wanted to admit.
Suddenly, another attack. He barely got out of the hospital, it can't be so soon... and not in this place where no one will find him! Coughing and in pain, Aether tries to reach for his phone, to get help but everything hurts so much. He feels like he's suffocating.
Someone's approaching. The boy reaches out, trying to beg for help.
"P-plea... se..." He mutters. Everything hurts.
The man kneels down to take a look at him, considers something an agonizingly long moment, before lifting Aether up and leaning closer. And biting. Sharp teeth pierce through his neck and he can't move, can't fight, he barely can breathe! He's going to die here for sure, but he doesn't want to die...!
...His world goes black. Then red. There's pain and agony and a taste of something metallic against his lips.
I'm dead. Aether thinks to himself and his heart is full of regret. He couldn't even call Thoma, he never got to tell him how much he enjoyed his company, his warm smile, his kindness... how badly he wanted to get to know him better...
This can't be the end.
The moments of agony seem to last into eternity, but Aether refuses to give in.
Then with a desperate gasp of air he opens his eyes. He's not dead, nothing hurts. In fact he feels strange, like he can see more, hear so much more. Frantic, he takes a look at his hands and clothing and there's blood all around him. Blood on his lips, on his neck, on his hands. Red and warm and for some odd reason so strangely tempting. The boy gives the man a horrified look, but the man doesn't say anything, only looks into the distance. There's a sound of steps.
"We shall talk later." The man says and Aether can see elongated teeth and only then realizes that there is also blood on the other's lips. A vampire?! But aren't those only in legends? And this thirst for blood... Is Aether a vampire, too?
Before he gets to ask any questions or even get up from the ground, the man is gone and Aether is left alone on the cold ground in the alleyway. Then the steps get louder and again, too confused and terrified, Aether never manages to move from his spot.
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He has to. He has so much to do.
On that fateful day, he's waking away from people, wanting to piece his thoughts together in silence of the alleyways and finally the stress of the past days crushes him. He collapses on his knees, his entire body bending. The reality hits him stronger than he would ever ever wanted to admit.
Suddenly, another attack. He barely got out of the hospital, it can't be so soon... and not in this place where no one will find him! Coughing and in pain, Aether tries to reach for his phone, to get help but everything hurts so much. He feels like he's suffocating.
Someone's approaching. The boy reaches out, trying to beg for help.
"P-plea... se..." He mutters. Everything hurts.
The man kneels down to take a look at him, considers something an agonizingly long moment, before lifting Aether up and leaning closer. And biting. Sharp teeth pierce through his neck and he can't move, can't fight, he barely can breathe! He's going to die here for sure, but he doesn't want to die...!
...His world goes black. Then red. There's pain and agony and a taste of something metallic against his lips.
I'm dead. Aether thinks to himself and his heart is full of regret. He couldn't even call Thoma, he never got to tell him how much he enjoyed his company, his warm smile, his kindness... how badly he wanted to get to know him better...
This can't be the end.
The moments of agony seem to last into eternity, but Aether refuses to give in.
Then with a desperate gasp of air he opens his eyes. He's not dead, nothing hurts. In fact he feels strange, like he can see more, hear so much more. Frantic, he takes a look at his hands and clothing and there's blood all around him. Blood on his lips, on his neck, on his hands. Red and warm and for some odd reason so strangely tempting. The boy gives the man a horrified look, but the man doesn't say anything, only looks into the distance. There's a sound of steps.
"We shall talk later." The man says and Aether can see elongated teeth and only then realizes that there is also blood on the other's lips. A vampire?! But aren't those only in legends? And this thirst for blood... Is Aether a vampire, too?
Before he gets to ask any questions or even get up from the ground, the man is gone and Aether is left alone on the cold ground in the alleyway. Then the steps get louder and again, too confused and terrified, Aether never manages to move from his spot.
This is when he sees Thoma.
"...W-what..."
What should he do?