Ares's POV

    No.

    No. No. No

    Fuck no. He did not say what he just said. There's no way I was caught. No way I was so stupid to let the one I was avoiding catch me on his first day. What the fuck. Fuck my life. What little is left anyway. My eyes can't leave his fucking back as his hands grip his hair and his chest moves too fast. I feel an overwhelming urge to coddle him. To hold him and the mere thought of it has my eyes flashing. Fuck this damn rope!

     The feeling to hold him gets stronger to the point where I don't know if I'm fighting to get out and away from him or to go to him and it fucks my head up so much, my chest feels tight with a panic I've never had before.

    "What is wrong with me?" I grit out to the lean tall Vamp who shakes his head so softly I barely catch it. Right when I think he's not about to answer me, he does.

    "I'm in my Slip. You're Enchanted so your daemon side trumps your other. So you match up to my Monthly. You'll be going through your Slip when I do." He explains but his voice sounds tired. Almost bored. I recognize the tone it's one I use often on Graves when he's being a little shit.

    "What does that mean for me?" I don't mean to hold the same tone but I sound almost empty. In reality though, I know I'm scared. For the second time in my life I'm scared.

     "In lamest terms? You wanna cuddle. If you don't, you'll get so sick, you could die. Me too."

      "That's tough. How long can one hold out for?" I ask uninterested in the whole explanation. I'm a fucking Daemon Faerie, I'm stronger than some Slip. I won't be caught dead cuddling.

"Twenty minutes." He says matter of fact.

I snort, knowing I could beat that easily. "Come untie me, kid. And I'll get out of your perfect hair. You won't have to worry about me." He shakes his head but doesn't say anything as he stands up. He wobbles for a second before slowly coming out of his aisle and into mine. "Your body. It's alive now isn't it?" I ask once he's close. He just stares at me. There's no animosity. No anger. Just empty, cold eyes.

"There's no point in questions. You're on your way out of my perfect hair." And though he doesn't say it in an type of way, something tells me that finding me was important to him. Or at least whatever me he had conjured up in his head. He finally gets the rope undone with his newly warm uncoordinated fingers.

I growl in defeat in my throat as I reach out with a hand and yank the stupid Vampire down into my lap securing around his waist stiffly.

He doesn't say anything but I can feel his frozen body, stopped by apprehension and not time, start to thaw in the warm embrace of my arms. His breathing finally steadies and he seems calmer, more stable.

For the first time, I'm able to feel something other than anger and boredom. I feel a fierce protectiveness over the attitude problem that's the man that's settled in my arms.

"Name?"

"Thomas."

"Like the Train." I cant help the scoff that escapes from my mouth, just like I can't ignore the way his body stiffens again in agitation.

"Why did it have to be you?" He asks, and it doesn't seem like a rhetorical question. Instead it damn near feels like an accusation.

"I never wanted you, remember? Who sought who out?!" I hate to say that his words hurt my heart, so I won't. But it did. Probably the effects of whatever the fuck this Slip is. Definitely.

"I never got the phrase, everyone makes mistakes. Not until now." I push the Vampire off my lap harshly going to stand up but as soon as I go to take a step away, he's scrambling on his feet and clinging to me as if scared.

"What? I wouldn't want you to make another mistake." I ask bitterly. He followed and stalked me then caught me and is mad at me for not measuring up to his imagination. Smooth. Real smooth.

"Please don't leave, its our first Slip." I can tell he's trying to keep his aloof and unbothered behavior but he's struggling. And the newfound emotion is starting to leak into his tone and face. Fear being the most prominent one.

"Well excuse me if I don't want to dwell around someone that's basically telling me they hate me as their Lover." He flinches as if caught but doesn't say anything. Instead, his arms timidly wrap around my waist, covering my arms in the process. We stand that for a few minutes of uncomfortable silence before it's broken.

"I had an idea of who I wanted. Instead, you remind me of the worst time in my life."

"You know what the funny thing is about that?" He shakes his head, avoiding my eyes as he does.

"That literally has shit to do with me and the interaction you've had with me in the past twenty minutes. Whoever's in your fucking head fuck them and fuck you if you wanna compare me to something I know nothing about."

"Exactly. You know nothing about it." And for some reason, Thomas agreeing with me doesn't sit right. As if he's mocking me or trying to tell me something but I ignore the feeling.

" Regardless of whatever you've got going on, we're in the middle of a Hunt. A Hunt I fully intend on winning. So either we leave together or you can stay here and sulk. Because I'm leaving." He doesn't answer me but doesn't move to let go of me either. I huff a breath and he finally gets the message. He lets go of my waist to go around my back but hesitates.

"Can I ride your back?" The question is muffled and I think about answering with a resounding fuck off but I stiffly nod and crouch down out of selfishness. Because I need the contact, otherwise I wouldn't answered him accordingly. Thomas wraps his arms lightly around my neck before he jumps lightly, surrounding my waist with his legs before they lock in front of me, the heel of his shoe grazing my dick. I ignore the way my body jerks, half disgusted at myself and I let him settle on me.

I go to wear I left Johnny, the young Enchanted I had caught earlier right before I was caught myself. I'm still so infuriated with myself with paying that little attention. With one kid on my back and the other knocked out in my arms, I begin my trip outside the stadium. But of course nothing is ever that easy.

Graves, who was supposed to be keeping look out races inside stopping paces in front of me down to a walk, barely winded. "We got three incoming." He starts but stops short at the albino looking boy in my back. "Your him. Snow and Mint." The amusement on his face is only annoying me further.

"Except you didn't catch Snow outside." I say, narrowing my eyes at him, once he realizes he messed up he goes to say something but the little snow bunny hanging on my back talks first.

"I was already here. I was planning to get the kid. You came to catch him. I caught you instead." He buries is face in my neck, drawing in more of my scent and I just roll my eyes completely unamused but angry at myself all the same.

He wasn't even looking for me yet, just enjoying the game but of course, life always says fuck you and throws you grapefruit when you're hoping for lemons. I see Graves staring at him but ignore it, instead focusing on the kid that's settled in my arms.

I go to answer him but my words are cut off me the sound of footsteps coming through the hallway.

Finally, I can let out some frustration.

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Tommy isn't being very fair right now.

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