A new home [DARIEN]

A school full of vampires. It was like the setting of a cheesy horror movie, or rather, an obnoxious chick flick with stereotypically annoying characters. Garrett scoffed, at the thought that he could ever be included into that category. He didn't want to befriend the humans at this school. He didn't take issue with them of course, but he simply didn't trust himself even with his fellow peers. Besides, the less people that got involved with them the less blood shed in the long run, if that man ever caught up to them that is.

On more sip, just one more. He encouraged himself to continue and attempt to down this whole bottle, knowing that if he tried maybe it would curb his harsher cravings for quite some time, but he already felt sick from what he'd already consumed. He hadn't signed up for this. The school, fine. Having to take high school classes all over again, fine, but being forced to take a blood substitute for the sake of the headmaster's wishes. He didn't know that man, and he still didn't fully trust him. Though deep down Garrett didn't want either of them to have to hurt people to save themselves. Who would have thought that becoming a monster would actually make him more considerate than he was when he was a human.

He listened to Darien's voice. It was comforting, but he could sense the somewhat anxious tone in his words. Garrett glanced over at him, slight concern in his eyes as they met with Dar's. He didn't want to admit that he'd get sick from something so trivial, but even he was unsure. They were vampires for godsake, surely he'd be fine -however this was only a hope that he had no evidence for. He didn't feel good even now, and that wasn't a positive sign. However, when the boy's blood was offered, Garrett had no idea how to respond.

Was Darien testing him to see if he'd take it? Garrett did look a bit confused. If this was some sort of test, he didn't want to fail. In addition he didn't want to hurt Darien either. The scent of his blood would linger in the room, and he didn't want the other night class to pick up on it -even if they were all asleep. Still, when Darien offered something so personal, Garrett couldn't help but stir. His chest was twisting from the conflicting emotions within him, but he lowered his eyes, feeling as though he had no permission to even look at his friend after having the thoughts that he had.

"I can't ..Darien I don't want to hurt you. Besides, I'll be fine." The blood substitutes might not allow him to heal as quickly as he once could, but this was far better than nothing at all and he knew it.

It was safe to say that Garrett was surprised. He didn't expect Darien to offer something like this, not after all that had happened. If anything he feared that his best friend was already becoming scared of him, even if he didn't act like it. He was disappointed in himself. He should be better than this, but he was being tempted by fresh blood. Whether it was from a fellow vampire or otherwise, it would pale in comparison to this modified garbage.

Garrett stared at Darien for a long while, looking into his eyes and down at the boys wrist. If he rejected him again, he wondered if it would seem rude. It wasn't normal for Darien to offer something like this after all and...He had no idea what was going through that boy's mind right now.

Slowly he leaned off of the kitchen sink. He didn't want to scare Darien, or make him believe that he would do anything against his will. He was apprehensive and reluctant in his movements, but as he set the bottle down on the counter it was obvious what his answer was going to be. Carefully he reached out to take the boy's wrist in his hand, his eyes flitting up to meet Darien's. "Don't be too sure." He said, before he brought the flesh to his lips and opened his mouth wide.

His fangs extended, his eyes flashing a brilliant red -a sign that he wanted this more than he let on. Garrett knew that he could hurt Darien, but he would do everything in his power not to. Therefore, he was far more gentle with him than he'd been with any human they'd fed on. His fangs pierced into the boy's flesh, but he did so slowly so as not to elicit unnecessary displeasure. He'd gauge Dar's responses before digging them in further, but once the taste of real blood hit his tongue he covered his mouth over the flesh and suckled harder.

He could feel Darien's pulse as the blood flowed into his mouth. It was warm, and enticing, regardless of the fact that it wasn't coming from a human -his true food source. This was still far more than what the blood tablets could provide. Though despite Darien's laughter it still worried Garrett that he was doing this person harm. While he drank his blood he realized something above all else however, Darien cared about him a lot...a lot more than he'd imagined.

He could practically feel Darien's worry for him and it was so...sentimental. It wasn't something that Garrett would expect from his best friend, however he couldn't deny that they didn't usually talk about 'feelings' very often -especially not recently. It was no wonder he never realized. Though, it only made Garrett feel even worse.

The fingers that ran through his hair made him exhale as he swallowed down more of Darien's blood. IT was a gesture of his own that gave the boy permission to tough him however he pleased. Garrett would never, ever, let anyone else touch his hair anyway. He didn't have words to communicate with, as he continued to drink the boy's blood. He didn't want to take too much, and he was counting the seconds just to make sure that he wouldn't, but still, he felt as though he were getting lost in the emotions and the taste of his best friend.

He stood up just a little bit straighter, still holding the boy's wrist to his mouth. If he could speak he would have said that he felt better, much much better. Despite the sappy emotions, the taste of real blood was infinitely more satisfying. Darien was so caring, considerate. Garrett felt like such a pathetic being in comparison.

After another long moment, about a minute or so, Garrett stopped and slowly let go of Dar's wrist. He ran his long along his flesh, just to make sure none would spill to the floor. He didn't want them leaving any real trace of what they'd done here. The smell would be too obvious already. He shut his eyes when he was done, and he'd felt the puncture's in Darien's wrist heal. He breathed over his skin, his nose grazing against it as he sighed shallowly.

"I'm so sorry that I never realized how much you worry about me..I feel better now. Thanks." The latter of his dialogue was muttered, as he was a bit embarrassed to confess what he had. He didn't even want to let go of the boy's wrist, but he felt the obligation to after what he'd done. Reluctantly his fingers released him as his eyes slowly opened. He glanced down at his friend, his auburn hues slowly turning from bright red to their normal color. He could still taste Darien's blood in his mouth, but his fangs had subsided.

"I feel like such an ass hole."

it was bizarre, that he felt suddenly the urge to kiss Darien on the lips. Staring at him didn't help. He always had some sort of feelings for the guy that went beyond their friendship, but after all that had happened it would have been an inappropriate thing to bring up. So, Garrett kept it to himself. He turned his cheek away, and frowned lightly to himself, wishing away his own selfish thoughts. This too was why he felt like a complete ass hole.

"Nevermind. I'll try to take care of myself, promise." It was the only thing he could say despite the many other thoughts that buzzed around in his brain. He didn't want to say the wrong thing and make Darien upset, or more worried than he already was. Garrett turned from him and rubbed the back of his neck anxiously. He didn't want to look up and see the confused, and or worried expression in his friends face.

"I'm going back to bed. You can come if you want..or whatever." He said quietly, but he knew that Darien would hear him. He was acting distant, and perhaps even annoyed, but he wasn't at all. He simply didn't know how to interact with the guy when he felt like this. Drinking his blood really had been a bad idea. Now he really understood just how badly Dar worried about him..it made his feelings towards the boy grow stronger and while they weren't able to talk about them...Garrett took a step forward, headed back towards the door that opened to the lobby and the stairs.

"Don't take too long." He was giving Darien free reign to do as he pleased, but in truth there was no way he'd be able to sleep without him around.

It didn't bother him to feel Darien's hand on his arm, but he was mildly surprised. He stiffened slightly but the anxious feeling went away as he continued to walk forward. He slowed his pace intentionally so Darien could catch up, seeing as how he wouldn't shake the boy off no matter how stubborn or distant he was acting. He didn't speak this time as they walked up the stairs together, though Garrett was actively having a conversation in his own mind.

He debated the pros and cons of liking Darien for more than just a friend, though every time he had this conflict with himself it never ended well. It only proved to make him depressed, and mentally exhausted, and it showed as he appeared to show great effort in just trying to make it up the stairs. Perhaps sleep would allow him to clear his head. He could only hope. Classes for them would start soon, likely tomorrow even. Garrett didn't want to be worrying about this stuff when he knew he'd already be on edge just by having Darien away from him.

After he nudged open their door he walked over to the bed and slumped down onto the mattress. The furniture in this place was expensive, and comfortable as hell. He could fall asleep in a few seconds if he let himself, but he waited for Darien to follow first. He could see through the cracks in the curtains that the sun was still up. They'd have a few hours until dusk, and then the night class would be awake. Garrett hoped that the scent of Darien's blood would vanish by then, but he feared that it wouldn't.

"Let's sleep in tonight. I'm really tired." He said slowly, closing his eyes even while he spoke. He waited to feel Darien curl up against him as he always did, it would be comforting despite his own internal conflict.