“Is that supposed to be some kind of joke?” Marion slid his eyes over to the tall, graceful form of White, raising a perfectly sculpted eyebrow. “You’ve never ran into a vampire before?”

White grunted, vibrant green eyes scowling with a deathly gaze at his ‘sire.’ Stupid, stupid, stupid. Out on your own for a year and you become what you hunt. Way to go. Gray will be really proud of you.

“So you’re a hunter?”

White gave no reply again, arms crossed as he stared straight forward. He heard Marion sigh and suddenly, with that vampiric speed he now possessed but didn’t know how to use yet, White was slammed up against the trunk of a tree, the shade heavy in the morning light. An icy finger slid down his cheek, the cold eyes of Marion on his own. Marion smirked, leaning forward so that his lips brushed against White’s ear as he spoke.

“If you’re going to be spending eternity around the company of me, or other vampires, you might as well start talking.” The cold finger traced down to the hollow by his collarbone, toying with it in a way that made White’s breathing sharp. “So tell me, you’re a hunter?”

“Y-Yes,” White replied, cursing himself again. Turned into rudding prey. Gray would kill him upon first glance. Or he’d bring up the Violet lecture. Ancient hunter named Violet from their family, made a stupid mistake, blah blah blah.

“I’m assuming you’re from the Couleur Family, by the name White.” The vampire hmm’d to himself, eyes sliding down to take in the sight of White’s pale neck and clavicles appreciatively.

“How do you know my family?” White asked, eyes suspicious.

“Old hunter from that family, couple generations back. Violet. You probably haven’t heard of her.”

White resisted the urge to smack himself on the forehead.

“Anyway...” Marion’s eyes slid back up his form to meet in a heated gaze. “Let’s move on...Answer my questions or I may just put you in an awkward position.” The vampire winked, smirking and pulling himself away from White. He smiled saucily and started off down the sun-lit road again.

The first thing that White had learned about vampires: Not sensitive to the sun. Second thing: Can go for weeks without blood, but it’s always better if you get a bit(e) at least once a week. Third: Your skin will be pale whether you want it to or not. He had other things yet to learn.

“I should report back to my master...” White muttered, not intending for Marion to hear him but he heard anyway.

“So you can die?”

“Might be better than this.”

Marion rolled his eyes, grabbing White’s chin and giving him one short, rough kiss. “I’m not that bad.” He grinned, nipping at the hunter’s lips before releasing him again, continuing down the road.

“So how did I get to be a vampire?”

“I bit you.”

“But you bite humans all the time.”

“Alright, so I liked you.” Marion turned, facing White, who stopped as well. “So I injected a...venom.”

“Venom.”

“Yes! Quit whining.”

“So you basically ruined me.”

Marion gave him a flat look, frowning. “In what way were you ruined?”

“Well for one, I can’t be a hunter now—“

“Sure you can, just can’t hunt vampires.”

“—AND you thieved my virginity.”

Marion continued to give him a blank look. “Thieved? Did you really just say thieved?”

“Deal with it.”

“Kay.”

Before he could react yet again, the vampire had grabbed him and dragged him off the road into the surrounding forest, in a little deep so as not to be seen or heard, and pinned him up against the tree.

“How many times have you pinned me in the last twelve hours?” White asked dully, scowling at his sire.

“Not keeping count,” he replied with a giant, evil grin. He leaned in, capturing White’s lips and making war upon his senses with his tongue alone. God, did he have a talented tongue. His skilled, cold hands slid up White’s torso, removing his jacket to expose his skin to the cold air. He bit at White’s neck again, lightly and then sinking his teeth in, almost doing a replay of the previous evening.

The hunter made a sound in the back of his throat, almost like a whimper. Marion grinned and licked at the new puncture wounds which would heal within hours. His hands slid along the man’s hips, under the fabric, pulling their pelvises flush together. White bit his lip, eyes fluttering shut.

Marion suddenly stepped back, viewing his work for a moment. White opened his eyes, an annoyed expression taking over his attractive face.

“Hey, you didn’t complain then either,” Marion said, quirking an eyebrow and grinning before turning and walking back to the road.

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