Dark Shines {Connor}

[Dominic Spencer]

”There’s that generalisation again. All vampires are this, all vampires are that,” Dom snarled angrily before giving Connor another quick punch in the gut, ”I am so sick of hearing it.” The fact that people lumped him into the same category of mindless killer as the rest of his race was starting to annoy the boy to no end. It wasn’t just Connor who said it, it was everyone, every mortal. They all assumed he was a monster when really he tried desperately to shun the ways of vampires. Well most of the time he did, right now was one of the rare exceptions because he had been in hunting mode until he’d met Connor.

The vampire’s first hit had cut the werewolf off but he knew full well what he had meant to say. ”She’s better than that?” Dom finished for him, ”Trust me dog, when it comes down to it I’d bet money on it that she’s not.” He still sounded ropable but he was also smug, especially since he was the one with his hand around Connor’s throat. Even though instinct told him not to, the blond loosened his grip slightly so the wolf could breathe. Beating up he was all for but killing was definitely a no go, even if Connor had kicked him in the groin.

As he loosened his grip the werewolf struck out at his face with sharp nails. The boy snarled as the werewolf left several deep scratches on his cheek. The sharp pain again tipped Dom over the edge and instead of another punch in the gut the vampire brought down his forehead sharply on Connor’s nose. The metallic sent of blood filled his nostrils, inviting to him take a bite. Enthralled, the vampire ran a tongue over his fangs and brought his face close to the werewolf’s neck. To make sure the boy wasn’t going anywhere, Dom shoved him harder against the tree with the hand that wasn’t around his neck. A faint snapping sound reached his ears, looks like he’d broken a collarbone in the shove.

With little care the vampire let go of Connor’s neck, grabbed the hair on the back of his head and pulled it sideways to expose the veins. Immediately Dom bit down, sharp fangs slicing easily into the werewolf’s neck.

[Connor Pine]

As far as Connor was concerned Dom hadn’t done anything differently from every other vampire he’d ever met; arrogant, needlessly crude and only after blood. This impression was driven mostly by the feeling of the vampire’s fingers digging into his neck, a constant pressure that went past discomfort and made if almost impossible to get more than a few ragged breaths past his bloodied lips. He ignored the throbbing pain in his gut from the earlier punch in favour of grasping at Dom’s wrist with both hands and trying to pull it away from his throat, drawing in a couple of deep, wheezing breaths when the hand loosened a little. He doubted the momentary relief had anything to do with his own frantic struggling.

That right there, the assumption that Amelia would sink to his level eventually, only sealed the deal when it came to Connor’s less than favourable opinion of Dominic. How could he possibly know? There was little he could have discovered from following her trail, perhaps catching a glimpse of her as she slipped back into the safety of the school grounds. He didn’t know her and yet he tarred her with the same brush as the countless women he had no doubt seduced over the years. Maybe it was hypocritical of Connor, after all he barely knew Amelia either. Five days was hardly long enough time to get to know somebody. Why was he so certain she was trustworthy when he treated the rest of the world with such suspicion?

Not that he could voice any of these thoughts as he was too busy struggling helplessly against the overpowering force of the vampire. The desperate strike out he’d made hit the target, more luck than anything else, and his nails scratched at Dom’s cheek, drawing blood. But the attack only seemed to enrage the vampire further and he didn’t even have time to react when the vampire head butted him, the pain blossoming through his face accompanied by a sickening crunch of bone breaking. Connor yelped, feeling blood gushing from his nose and he heard another crack as he was shoved roughly up against the tree, the pain of this new injury barely registering against the throb of all his other wounds.

”No!” Connor still had enough of his senses to know what was happening as the vampire forced his head to one side, leaving his neck vulnerable to the bite he knew was coming. Dom might never have intended to drink from Connor, but the blood of a werewolf seemed to be almost irresistible to a vampire and even with his senses so faded Connor could smell the tang of it in the air. He let out little more than a whimper as teeth sliced through the flesh of his neck, his jaw clenched tightly against the yowl of pain that had almost escaped. He just had to hope he hadn’t pissed off Dom so much that he’d decide to drain him dry rather than leaving him alive for another potential meal in the future.

[Dominic Spencer]

The alkaline and yet sweet smell of the blood hit him long before he tasted and it only made Dom bite down harder. His stomach gave an anticipatory lurch as the vampire tasted the werewolf. Connor’s blood was so different to normal blood; there was a kick to it like a spicy herb added to a relatively unremarkable dish. It also just so happened one could get high off this ‘herb’ so it was more like crack cocaine than a seasoning. Really it didn’t matter what it was other than it was like a drug to the blond.

Connor’s yelp of pain made the boy smirk as he sucked. He’d set out to exact vengeance on the werewolf for the kick to the groin and the scratch to the face, and he’d done that. Now his human mind told Dom to stop both before he took too much blood that he’d be absolutely off his face and before he hurt the boy too much. The broken nose, collar bone and the bite wound in the neck would be enough to serve as a reminder that he was around and would be after the girl wolf.

As soon as he’d taken enough blood to give him a nice buzz of a high, Dom let go of Connor; letting him fall to the ground. He knelt next to him and tore off a bit of the wolf’s already tattered shirt before tying it around his neck. ”Keep pressure on it and I wouldn’t move too much if I were you,” the vampire said nonchalantly when he’d finished. Already the effects of the werewolf blood were making the boy grin, his red-stained fangs glinting in the pale light; all anger very much vanished.

”Thanks for the blood, sorry about the collar bone and nose. Say hi to your girlfriend for me, I can’t wait to meet her,” Dominic said jovially as he straightened up. He hadn’t intended to take the boy’s blood but like Connor had thought; werewolf blood was irresistible when it came down to it. Luckily for the werewolf, the flaxen-haired boy would have taken more of it if he’d been in London; being high in a little village wasn’t quite as an exciting prospect as being in the big city full of nightclubs and bars was.

[Connor Pine]

Connor’s neck felt like it was on fire, burning deep where Dom’s teeth had sliced easily through his flesh and flaring up each time the vampire’s tongue pressed against torn skin to lap up the blood. He felt almost paralysed, unable to struggle as Dom continued to drink, pressed up against the tree with his left hand hanging limply at his side and his right making no difference as he tried to push Dom away. He just had to wait for the vampire to drink his fill and hope the darkness blurring the edges of his vision didn’t get much worse.

He slumped to the floor as soon as the vampire let him go, knees too weak to keep himself upright. Connor might have gone passive, not even flinching as Dom leaned over him, but inside he was still roiling with anger as much at himself for failing to protect Amelia as he was at the vampire for targeting her. Good shirts were hard to come by, well when you only went shopping once every few years anyway, and he might have protested to having a strip torn off the hem, but at that moment he could understand the importance of slowing the bleeding.

The smug, blood stained grin on the vampire’s face wasn’t helping either and Connor managed to produce what he hoped was a fairly unimpressed glare. He would have growled at Dom’s continued intention to pursue Amelia, but the sound cut off at barely a rumble of complaint as it set off a fresh burn of pain in his wounded neck. ”Fuck you.” He rasped out instead as the vampire turned away. Stupid perhaps, but Connor was long past the point of caring. He needed to get back to the safety of the changing rooms and he’d work up the energy to move in just a moment... Or maybe two...