His Pureblood (BoyXBoy)

Sorry about taking so long to update. I’ve been really busy because I’m writing over twenty stories, most of which are to be published as books, I have exams, I have tennis, Latin dance, and I’m job scouting right now.

This chapter is just to give you a little background info on Chase as well as some insight on how he felt.

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Chapter 2

Chase’s POV:

I ran, well, limped as fast as I could. They thought I was dying, and I probably was, but that didn’t mean I was going to give up the struggle and die out on the streets. I knew they left after they beat the living daylight out of me, but I wasn’t sure if they’d be back to make sure I was dead and I wasn’t going to take the chance. I’d never been strong really and surviving on the streets was even more difficult than it would be for some people. I got kicked out of my parents house when my mom told my father that I wasn’t really his son, and that she’d had a one night stand with a man whose name she didn't even know. I guess no one would react well to that kind of news.

She couldn't do anything to save me. It was either her or me. I preferred it this way though. I couldn't imagine my mother alone on the streets. I still loved her, and I always will, no matter what she did or will do.  I know she asks around for me whenever she comes into this part of town, but I always hide from her. I didn’t want her seeing me like this. I was a grown young man, yet still I lived like a beggar. I stole food, did the dirty deeds for some small gangs, and gambled to survive. It wasn’t as bad as it sounded…or maybe it was. I got tied up in a gang who was…well…let’s just say they weren’t human. So it’s been more difficult to hide from them since they have…special gifts.

Wiping the blood that was running down my lip, I limped towards my new temporary residence. It was an abandoned building that I had been staying in for a few days now. My legs gave out, making me groan as my back hit the cold, hard floor. I was in complete agony, my injuries wreaking havoc on my body. I had no idea how I found the strength to make it back here, but I couldn’t move again.

Panting softly, I hoped for the pain in my chest to go away, or least ease up a bit. I felt it, someone there. I could feel their eyes on me. It was something I learned to keep myself safe. I could always tell whenever someone was watching me. Call it a survival skill if you wish, but it sure as hell comes in handy.

“W-Who’s there?” I groaned, rolling onto my side so I could get a better view.

There was no response so I pulled out the gun I carried around with me for safety purposes, scanning my surroundings to find the person. I may be injured, but I could still fire a shot that would eliminate them.

To my surprise, the most beautiful man I’d ever laid eyes on emerged from the darkness of the room. I don’t know how to describe his perfection. He held his hand up in surrender as he approached me slowly. His skin was pale and flawless, his eyes an electric blue that make an unexplainable shiver run through my body. He was built, his muscles straining against his t-shirt that hugged his perfect body. His hair…oh god…his hair was absolutely beautiful. I couldn’t call it blonde. No…it was…silver with a slightly golden gloss. I felt myself trembling as a sudden desire to touch him overwhelmed me.

I’d never seen another human being as beautiful as him. He was the definition of perfection. It hit me as I stared at him. He wasn’t human. He was one of them. I dropped the gun, knowing that it could do him no harm.

“Who are you?” I questioned, a violent couch erupting from my chest.

“Dante.” He answered, his features twisting into a confused expression. “You dropped your guard. Why?”

“I can’t hurt you. You’re one of them. You’re different, but still one of them.” I wheezed, pulling myself into a sitting position. It was painful, but easier to see him like this.

 It was true. He was different to the others like him I’d met, but he was still one of them.

He walked towards me slowly, carefully. “I’m one of who?” he asked softly.

The sound of his voice, it was heavenly. I knew that wasn’t the best word to use when describing them, but that’s what it sounded like to me.