The Vampire's Last Omega

Bang

Teru's embarrassing nesting period ended not even a day later. He was glad because constantly feeling like he wanted to rip off Kieran's head while wanting to get nailed from behind at the same time was draining. The itching was insufferable, too.

Now, he was offering the wristwatch to Kieran, who sat at the table with new chairs to replace the ones he had taken for his nest. The alpha looked up from his paperwork with a raised eyebrow. "What's this?"

"I'm giving it back to you."

Kieran took the watch. Teru was surprised when he grabbed his arm and fastened it snugly around his wrist.

"I said it's yours. Take care of it. Let me know when the battery dies."

Teru studied the simple round design, touched by the gesture. It appeared to be old. "How long have you had this?"

"Hmm, a long time," Kieran reminisced. "It belonged to a human who served with me during the second World War. You remember that from the books and movies, right?"

He nodded, certainly remembering the lessons about some of the biggest wars in history. It upset him when he learned how humans were capable of such terrible things. Not even Teru's father knew about most of the gruesome details, since his tiny library was very limited and no one in the pack could read; they basically went by the photographs and their storyteller.

"Speaking of films, do you wish to watch another one?" Kieran asked. "It's been a while. If you prefer, we could practice writing or go through a catalog of things you want for your nest."

The omega was good at reading Kieran – although it seemed like he was expressionless, Teru could tell he was concerned. It was understandable, though. Ever since Teru woke up this morning of sound mind once the nesting passed, there was an increasing emptiness in his belly. The hollowness was familiar, if not the same, to what he felt when Kieran left him alone for over a week when he first arrived here.

History's most vile sin was to make him happy.

Teru glimpsed at the blue sky through the glass balcony doors, feeling a sense of longing.

I want to go outside.

He didn't tell him that. Bloodsuckers and humans were probably still gossiping about Pride's disgraceful punishment at Times Square. Although he'd feel better about getting some fresh air, he didn't want Kieran to feel bad when hearing such toxic whispers. Plus, Kieran would probably get mad at him if he asked if Lucas was fine. With his track record of taking off somewhere else when he became angry, Teru didn't want to risk it.

I don't want to be alone, either.

Faking a small smile, he went over to the small storage closet next to the TV that held an assortment of movies, drama series, and some board games on the top shelf. He took his time studying each cover, attempting to read them. At the bottom was a dusty DVD case with a colorful but old picture compared to the others.

W-I-N-C-H-E-S-T-E-R, he spelled out the bold, red letters in his head. I know this name.

It was the same as his favorite rifle brand, Winchester.

Teru emerged and gave it to him. "This one."

Kieran was amused when taking the DVD. "You always choose the most peculiar movies. I don't remember the last time I watched it. Perhaps when it was in theaters during the 1950s? This actor has other decent films, too."

They sat on the couch with only an arm's length between them. Compared to him not even wanting to be in the same room as Kieran months ago when they began watching TV together, this was a vast improvement.