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Those eyes penetrated right into frank’s very being. They bore down deep and froze him where he sat. He was unable to tear his gaze away from this Dom towering over him. No matter the feat coursing through his veins. There was something else underlying the fear. He felt drawn to him. Like there was an inexplicable connection between their very beings. As the Dom hovering over him’s eyes began to fade into a vicious black, and the rage began to flood the hall around frank, frank couldn't feel the fear like he was supposed to. Instead, he felt extremely turned on. The feeling built up deep within him. He couldn’t move to run, nor did he find he wanted to. This made no sense to frank. Why had the Dom not torn into him yet, the rage was there. The only times a Dom felt rage from their inner beast was either when one they were about to kill someone who severely pissed them of or… they were turned on, by a fertile. Frank knew it couldn’t be the latter because vampires hated humans like him. He just couldn’t bring himself to understand why he wasn't dead yet.
He sat still in more wonderment still as a pale hand was extended down towards him, as though to aid him in reclaiming his standing position. As Frank very confusedly claimed the Dom’s hand, he felt that cold spark shoot up his arm captivating his senses. He looked at the Dom; he remained deep within the trance holding him prisoner in the Dom’s eyes, until the bell rang. The harsh sound pulled Frank from whatever fantasyland had been caging his mind. The fear prickled in Frank’s stomach and he turned tail and fled down the hall towards his next class. He felt the eyes of the Dom, tracing after him, tracking every footfall that Frank made.
Turning into the classroom he walked hurriedly down to the desk right at the back to be out of view of the classes curious gaze. His second… or should I say first class of the day was chemistry. He looked down at the poor helpless little frog pinned down lifelessly to his table. His mind wandered and began to wonder if this is what the vampires did to the humans that they thought did wrong. Shivers ran down his spine as he heard footsteps echo into the classroom.
The class had gone deathly silent at the new arrival in the room. Frank’s head slowly rose fearing whom his eyes may meet, and there he was, that Dom from before. He was looking directly at Frank, his hazel never leaving Frank’s. That pale hand rose and pointed at Frank then curled enticing him over. He heard the other humans around him murmuring. Many were commenting on how ‘the new kid is so dead’. Frank could careless as he rose to his feet and began to his slow walk towards the Dom before him. His heart thudding in his chest as though it was going burst through his ribcage. The cold hands gripped his arm gently and tugged him out of the room after the taller form. Frank followed the taller boy quietly, confusion lacing his thoughts. Was the taller boy going to kill him now? What did he want with Frank? What had Frank done wrong?
As soon as they reached a very bare hallway the Dom spun on frank, pinning him to the locker behind him, Frank felt his heart leap into his throat as he looked back up into those black eyes. His eyes widened more as he felt the tingle of those frighteningly cold lips laying on his. His heart paused in his chest in utter shock. Was this Dom kissing him, Frank Anthony Iero, A regular little human? His mind swam; none of this was making any sense.
When the Dom didn't feel Frank responding he pulled back to look at the boy. It had never occurred to him that Frank wasn't what he thought he was. He knew what Frank was, but judging by the boys face before him, the boy was not very clear on the subject. He cupped the boys’ cheeks and looked him directly in the eye. He ran his finger over the boys’ cheek and watched him closely.
“ You alright Sugar?” The Dom purred, looking worriedly in the littler boys’ eyes.
“This doesn't make any sense,” the boy muttered lowly, sending the taller boy in confusion.
“What doesn't make any sense Darling?”
“Why would a Dom kiss a human?” the taller boy paused and looked at the smaller one incredulously,
“What?”
“I’m a human” the smaller boy said just as confused as the taller.
“No, darling, your not” the taller one said analysing the smaller boys’ reaction. The smaller boy looked up at the taller one as though he had grown an extra head.
“Yes I am I always have been” he said to the taller one as though he had lost all rational thought.
“ Now listen to me closely sugar,” the taller boy said looking directly into the smaller ones eyes. Gripping his face gently he looked dead into his eyes, his eyes held all seriousness.
“ You're a Fertile, there is no way in hell you are a human,” the taller one said slowly making sure the smaller one digested everything that he said.
Frank felt as though his entire world has just been, lifted up spun around and lit on fire. Everything was chaos. Nothing made sense anymore. A fertile? That wasn't possible! Was it? How could he have gone his whole life without knowing about this? It wasn't possible! His parents were human; there was just no logical way that he could be a fertile!
He felt he world around him begin to spin and shake. He began to hyperventilate, nothing made sense, nothing was right anymore. He felt his body give out underneath him, the world slowing fading to black as his mind shut down from the panic and confusion coursing rapidly through his veins. His mind was no longer able to handle the stress it had been enshrouded in.
He fell, but he didn't his the hard tiled floor like he expected. He fell in a pair of strong and comforting arms. He looked up just in time to see those worried hazel eyes before everything went dark.
And Frank’s consciousness was long gone.
He sat still in more wonderment still as a pale hand was extended down towards him, as though to aid him in reclaiming his standing position. As Frank very confusedly claimed the Dom’s hand, he felt that cold spark shoot up his arm captivating his senses. He looked at the Dom; he remained deep within the trance holding him prisoner in the Dom’s eyes, until the bell rang. The harsh sound pulled Frank from whatever fantasyland had been caging his mind. The fear prickled in Frank’s stomach and he turned tail and fled down the hall towards his next class. He felt the eyes of the Dom, tracing after him, tracking every footfall that Frank made.
Turning into the classroom he walked hurriedly down to the desk right at the back to be out of view of the classes curious gaze. His second… or should I say first class of the day was chemistry. He looked down at the poor helpless little frog pinned down lifelessly to his table. His mind wandered and began to wonder if this is what the vampires did to the humans that they thought did wrong. Shivers ran down his spine as he heard footsteps echo into the classroom.
The class had gone deathly silent at the new arrival in the room. Frank’s head slowly rose fearing whom his eyes may meet, and there he was, that Dom from before. He was looking directly at Frank, his hazel never leaving Frank’s. That pale hand rose and pointed at Frank then curled enticing him over. He heard the other humans around him murmuring. Many were commenting on how ‘the new kid is so dead’. Frank could careless as he rose to his feet and began to his slow walk towards the Dom before him. His heart thudding in his chest as though it was going burst through his ribcage. The cold hands gripped his arm gently and tugged him out of the room after the taller form. Frank followed the taller boy quietly, confusion lacing his thoughts. Was the taller boy going to kill him now? What did he want with Frank? What had Frank done wrong?
As soon as they reached a very bare hallway the Dom spun on frank, pinning him to the locker behind him, Frank felt his heart leap into his throat as he looked back up into those black eyes. His eyes widened more as he felt the tingle of those frighteningly cold lips laying on his. His heart paused in his chest in utter shock. Was this Dom kissing him, Frank Anthony Iero, A regular little human? His mind swam; none of this was making any sense.
When the Dom didn't feel Frank responding he pulled back to look at the boy. It had never occurred to him that Frank wasn't what he thought he was. He knew what Frank was, but judging by the boys face before him, the boy was not very clear on the subject. He cupped the boys’ cheeks and looked him directly in the eye. He ran his finger over the boys’ cheek and watched him closely.
“ You alright Sugar?” The Dom purred, looking worriedly in the littler boys’ eyes.
“This doesn't make any sense,” the boy muttered lowly, sending the taller boy in confusion.
“What doesn't make any sense Darling?”
“Why would a Dom kiss a human?” the taller boy paused and looked at the smaller one incredulously,
“What?”
“I’m a human” the smaller boy said just as confused as the taller.
“No, darling, your not” the taller one said analysing the smaller boys’ reaction. The smaller boy looked up at the taller one as though he had grown an extra head.
“Yes I am I always have been” he said to the taller one as though he had lost all rational thought.
“ Now listen to me closely sugar,” the taller boy said looking directly into the smaller ones eyes. Gripping his face gently he looked dead into his eyes, his eyes held all seriousness.
“ You're a Fertile, there is no way in hell you are a human,” the taller one said slowly making sure the smaller one digested everything that he said.
Frank felt as though his entire world has just been, lifted up spun around and lit on fire. Everything was chaos. Nothing made sense anymore. A fertile? That wasn't possible! Was it? How could he have gone his whole life without knowing about this? It wasn't possible! His parents were human; there was just no logical way that he could be a fertile!
He felt he world around him begin to spin and shake. He began to hyperventilate, nothing made sense, nothing was right anymore. He felt his body give out underneath him, the world slowing fading to black as his mind shut down from the panic and confusion coursing rapidly through his veins. His mind was no longer able to handle the stress it had been enshrouded in.
He fell, but he didn't his the hard tiled floor like he expected. He fell in a pair of strong and comforting arms. He looked up just in time to see those worried hazel eyes before everything went dark.
And Frank’s consciousness was long gone.
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