[A/N - Thank you for 2k reads! That was quick lol]

"I'm jealous of the rain that falls upon your skin. It's closer than my hands have been. I'm jealous of the rain."
~Labrinth, 'Jealous'

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*Fighter's POV*

The sun's heated rays hit my back as a bead of sweat rolls down my abdomen. It's just barely turning from dawn to day, and judging by how hot it is right now, I can tell we're in for a scorching afternoon.

After what happened yesterday, I threw myself into my work. I've been working nonstop since the moment I left Tutor's room, after seeing Lady Hwa Hwa on top of him. On top of my Tutor. I worked through the entire night, trying to get that image out of my head to no avail.

It's already the next day, and I'm still fucking annoyed.

With a heavy sigh, I decide to head back inside and try to rest for a bit. I grab my shirt off the ground and fling it over my shoulder before making my way back into the palace.

I snatch a blood bag out of the small fridge in my room before plopping down onto my bed; throwing my dirty shirt on the floor. Right as I'm lifting the tubing to my lips, there's a knock on my door.

"Come in," I call out as I quickly hide the blood bag beneath a pillow. Saifah cracks the door open, and I breathe a sigh of relief.

"It's just me," Saifah grins, walking into my room. He nods his head towards the pillow. "You can go ahead and eat if you need to."

"That's okay, I can eat later," I wave him off. Saifah says he's okay with watching me feed, but I still see the way he flinches whenever I do. "Did you need something?"

"Did you hear the news? About Prince Tutor?"

My body stiffens as I sit up straight. "What about him?"

"Apparently, the king is making him choose a wife soon," Saifah informs me, unaware of how that single sentence knocks the wind out of me. "Tutor's not happy about it, either. Poor guy doesn't really have a choice."

"How do you know that?" I croak, my throat suddenly feeling very dry.

"I overheard them last night. I was walking by the library and I heard the king tell Tutor that he's going to have to get married soon. Tutor was so upset that he didn't even acknowledge me after nearly knocking me over in the hallway. He just ran out of the palace."

"Where is he now?" I ask him, physically restraining my eyes from turning red.

"Last I saw him, he was headed back up to his room..." Saifah's voice trails off as I roughly push myself off my bed and storm out of the room. "Where are you going without a shirt on? Fighter, you need to eat!"

Ignoring him, I rush upstairs towards Tutor's room. A handful of palace staff whisper and stare as I pass by them, but I don't pay any attention to them. My focus is on one thing, and one thing only.

I fling the door to Tutor's bedroom open without bothering to knock. Tutor yelps and looks up at me, his eyes widening.

"Fighter? What the hell!" He hisses, covering his bare chest with the shirt in his hands. "You need to knock! I was getting dressed!"

"Is it true?" I demand, stepping closer to him.

"I-Is what true?" Tutor stammers, eyes flicking down to my own bare torso before refocusing on my face.

"Are you getting married?"

Tutor's expression hardens. Grabbing my arm, he pulls me further into the room before slamming the door shut. "Keep your voice down! Not everyone in the palace knows. How do you even know?"

"That's not relevant. Answer the question, Tor. Is it true?"

"That's not my name," Tutor annoyingly corrects me, narrowing his eyes.

Stepping closer to him, I grab onto his arms. "Tor," I start firmly, making him gulp as his gaze briefly follows a bead of sweet from my throat to my chest. "Is. It. True?"

"Why do you care?" Tutor whispers, knitting his brows together.

"You know why," I growl.

Tutor shakes his head, tilting his head up towards me and licking his plump lips. "I don't. Tell me."

Before I can consider the consequences, I yank Tutor to me and slam my lips to his. Tutor's eyes widen as he pushes against my chest, but I lock my arms around his waist.

I keep my lips pressed roughly to his, squeezing my eyes shut as his delicious scent intoxicates me. His scent is sweeter than anyone I have ever encountered, sending my mind into a frenzy.

I break the kiss, leaving Tutor gasping for air as I press my forehead to his.

"I was fucking jealous," I confess lowly. "That's why."

Surprise flits across Tutor's face, and regret begins to fill my chest. I should not have done that. Shit, I can't do this, not with him. I start to pull away from Tutor, but he roughly grips my jaw.

"Don't run away from me. Not this time," he whispers. "You just opened a door that you cannot shut."

Before I can ask what he means, he reconnects our lips and wraps his arms around my neck. Breaking his hold on me would be easy, considering that he's a fragile human. But when he starts moving his impossibly soft lips against mine, my resolve crumbles and I hand the reigns over to him.

The kiss starts slow, both of us testing the waters to make sure we're not moving too fast for the other. I hum contentedly, pulling Tutor closer to me and pressing our bare chests together.

When Tutor decides to deepen the kiss by running his tongue over my lips, I have no problem giving into him. His tongue slips into my mouth, rubbing against my own tongue in a surprisingly skillful way. The silkiness of his wet muscle drives my sanity to the brink, and my hands begin to roam.

I slide my hands up his smooth back, tracing the soft definitions of his muscles. He moans into my mouth, taking me by surprise when he moves his arms from my neck to my wrists, directing my hands lower.

Using both hands to cup his ass, I groan in approval at how plump the round flesh feels. Endless moans spill past Tutor's lips as I knead his ass, pushing our pelvises together in the process.

Keeping his lips locked on mine, Tutor pushes us backwards towards the bed. We tumble down on the king-sized mattress, limbs tangling together. I try to roll us over so that I'm on top of him, but Tutor has other plans.

He straddles my hips, pinning my hands above my head. His assertive dominance sends a jolt to my hardening cock, which I eagerly grind against him.

Tutor pulls back and looks down at me with a smirk, taking my breath away. His already plump lips are now swollen from my kisses; his pupils blown from lust. Saliva makes his lips glisten, and I try to sit up for another taste. Tutor latches onto my hair, tugging just enough to keep me from reaching him. I hiss at the delicious sting it creates as Tutor pulls my head backwards.

His lips wrap around my Adam's apple, causing gasped moans to pour out of me as his tongue swirls against my skin. He sucks my throat in a similar way to how I imagined he would suck my cock, and the thought alone has precum soaking my underwear.

I pull him back to me, hungrily devouring his mouth. Tutor brushes his fingers over my nipples, and I lose it. I bite down harshly on Tutor's bottom lip, causing Tutor to cry out with pleasure.

Metallic tasting liquid touches my tongue, and my skin heats up. I suck harder on his lip, chasing that euphoric feeling that comes with tasting his blood.

His blood.

Snapping out of it, I shove Tutor off of me. He yelps as he stumbles into the wall, and I quickly turn my face away. My eyes are burning; I squeeze them shut to prevent Tutor from seeing their red coloring. My fangs dropped after tasting Tutor's blood, and I breathe deeply to try and force my fangs to retract.

"Fighter, what the hell?" Tutor groans. I hear him shifting on the bed, and I flinch when he places a hand on my back. "Fight?"

Jumping up from the bed, I quickly try to put distance between us. My instincts are pushing me to take more of his blood, considering I didn't feed earlier and Tutor's blood is sweeter than the blood bags Xan provides for me.

"I have to go," I say in a strained voice.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Tutor whispers angrily. "You're leaving? Now?"

"I'm sorry," I choke out in a hushed tone before dashing out of his room.

I run downstairs, keeping my head down as to not let anyone see the murderous features etched on my face. The features that would let everyone know I'm a killer by nature.

Locking myself in my room, I pace back and forth as I feebly try to calm myself. I grab the forgotten blood bag off of my bed and devour it, sucking it dry before throwing it aside and grabbing a second bag. I keep drinking until the violent need within subsides, and I can breathe easier.

My bedroom door swings open before I can even wipe my mouth, and I quickly turn my back away from the intruder.

"Fighter, it's me," Xan says gently, and I instantly relax and turn back around. Xan remains unfazed by the blood on my lips, as he has seen me in far worse states. "How are you feeling?"

"I fucked up," I say through clenched teeth. "His blood... I could've hurt him—"

Tears spring to my eyes at the thought of hurting my little prince. This is exactly why I was supposed to stay away from him. My existence will bring him nothing but danger and pain, and I can't bear the thought of putting him in harm's way.

"Did you hurt him?" Xan questions, already knowing who I'm talking about. Like Saifah, Xan was able to detect my infatuation with Tutor years ago.

"No, but I could have. I got out before I did, but it could've been really bad, Xan. I hadn't fed yet. I... I could've killed him," I realize in horror.

I drop to my bed, placing my face in my hands. Flashes of Tutor's lips on mine play through my head, coupled with the image of his body on top of me. The beautiful memory is tainted with the knowledge that my animalistic side came out, nearly hurting the boy I love.

"But you didn't," Xan comforts before pausing. "Right?"

"He's... he's fine," I breathe out, although I don't feel any less frazzled.

"Are you fine?"

I shake my head. "I don't know," I admit softly.

Xan is quiet for a moment before suggesting, "Tonight, once everyone has gone to bed, you should feed."

I furrow my brows. "I just drank two blood bags."

"You should feed on something living. A wild animal. It should help corral the bloodlust. The blood bags are great for satisfying your hunger, but you also need to quell your natural desire to hunt."

"I don't want to do that," I tell him firmly. "I don't want to give into my killer side."

"I know," Xan murmurs. "But you can't suppress that side of you forever. And wouldn't it be better to satisfy it on an animal, than to accidentally lose control and hurt Tutor?"

I wince, knowing he's right. As much as I hate it, I don't have a choice. Being a vampire shackles me to rituals that would horrify Tutor if he ever found out.

"Fine," I cave in. "I'll go tonight. Will you prepare everything?"

Xan nods his head. "Of course. I'll let some rabbits loose in the garden just after dusk. The chase is a huge part of feeding your wild instincts."

"I know, I know," I grumble.

Maybe there's a silver lining to this. I'll get to work off my frustrations by chasing and killing a few rabbits. Once I get it out of my system, I should be fine for a while.

My lips twitch in a small, sadistic smile. Time to hunt.

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We'll see the hunt in the next chapter (well, part of it)

They kissed!! Woah! Did you guys like the kiss??

Tutor is piiiiisssseeddd
I would be too, tbh

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-Gumbie