Chapter 4

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Hunter sighed as lips ran down his naked torso. He looked down to see short dark brown hair and hazel-green eyes. Damon. The man's familiar warm hands were rubbing back and forth across Hunter's jean-clad thighs, the warmth seeping through the denim and spreading throughout his very being. The boy's hand shook as he brought it up, resting it on top of the other's hair before letting his fingers sink into the soft strands.

A content sigh left Damon's lips, causing satisfaction to race up and down Hunter's spine. Hunter's amber-hazel eyes closed as he relished the time he was spending with this man. The man he loved. He couldn't believe that he was actually with the man. His heart didn't hurt anymore. His eyes snapped open once more as Damon buried his four larger and sharper than the rest teeth into his fleshy side.

"Ah! Damon!" Hunter cried out, pleasure coursing through him. He felt the man chuckle against his side, causing his body to start trembling once again.

"You like that?" the man asked, looking up at the other through thick lashes and hooded eyes. Hunter could only nod, not able to look away from the man. He saw a mischievous grin spread across the man's face and his pupils bleed into the rest of his eyes. Hunter frowned, fear slowly taking over his body. Damon brought up a clawed hand up to Hunter's face, allowing the sharp black nails to dig into the flesh of his cheek until it hit a tooth on the other side. Hunter could taste the iron of his own blood running over his tongue.

"D-Da-m-mon?" Hunter barely managed to get out. A grin stretched over Damon's face, a cruel grin.

"You think you could ever be mine? Well think again, darling," the man - no - creature said. "Hunter."



Said boy bolted upright, breathing heavily. A thin sheen of sweat covered him from head to toe, and he shivered as it started cooling down. He turned to see who was with him. His voice was hoarse when he spoke "Mom?"

"Hunter, are you okay? You were screaming in your sleep," Cheryl asked, worry staining her features. Hunter took a deep breath, almost cringing as the cool air hit his raw throat.

"Ya, mom. I think I'm fine. I just had a nightmare, is all," Hunter replied, running a shaking hand through his hair. He didn't look at his mother, instead, he stared blankly at the bedsheets in front of him. Red sheets, that reminded him of the blood from when Damon's nail pierced his cheek.

"Alright, darling. You might as well get ready for school. It's already six," she said. Hunter nodded, not trusting himself to speak as he thought of school. His nightmares were in his dreams and out. His days were filled with school bullies and a painfully throbbing heart, and his nights were filled with Damon rejecting or killing him. It had been going on since the beginning of the school year, and he was just so tired. Of it all.

On top of all of that, his best friend seemed to have abandoned him. He only saw glimpses of Tyler now. That hurt worse than the rest of the school bullying him. The thing that hurt worst of all, was that Damon also avoided him like he was the plague. He never saw him at the mansion anymore, and he only saw him briefly in the hallways every once in a while. It hurt more than anything.

Hunter got up slowly from his bed. Except the room swayed and his sight swam before his eyes. His mom was already gone from his room, so he grabbed onto the wall to try steadying himself. It took a few moments, but eventually, the room became normal again. Hunter took a deep breath before making his way to the bathroom to get ready.

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