chapter 06;
- donovan;

NEVER IN HIS LIFE, DONOVAN HAS THOUGHT, HE COULD FEEL SOMETHING LIKE THIS. The believe in love and hope has passed away a long time ago, maybe even far before he died. Probably, the first time, he could feel the deadly needle in his skin, he has stopped to believe in anything. Of course, he knew what love was. It was this sweet thing, which was written down with passion in the books. He has never understood, how someone could write about something like love and be so sure about it. Maybe because of his own inexperience with this subject.

Donovan wouldn't describe himself as innocent. He has caused pain and terror, especially in the walls of this hotel, besides he has laid with many men and women. With Elizabeth, he has thought, he was in love with her. And she was in love with him. But she was so cold to him, especially during the past few weeks. Her reasons way too poetic for him to understand, yet it hurt. It has hurt, to see the admiration in her eyes, when this high model has messed up the show. It has hurt, how she has looked after him and hasn't Donovan even given another glimpse.

Now, he simply didn't care anymore about this. As soon, as the young man was literally pushed on the carpet, he has caught his interest. A sweet fragrance came from him, making him smile a little. His interest has been grown even more, when the younger one looked around like a frightened deer. Innocent. That's how he has looked like. There weren't a lot of people who deserved to be called innocent. But this one was, he could tell.

And now he stood right in front of him, and everything Donovan has felt, not even an hour ago, was gone. Every pain just fell of his chest, like it has never been there. These chocolate-brown eyes just made their own way, deep inside his black soul.

"Where've you been?", was all, he could say right now. His voice was cracking, body a bit shaking. Even if his heart didn't beat in his chest, he could swear, that it was beating now again. This look of him, the grace, beauty and innocent soul ... it all pulled him to the sweet boy. He just wanted to throw himself against him, just leave the hotel and never coming back. A soft tingle in his stomach made him smile again.

But still, he held the eye-contact with the most stunning creature, he has ever seen. No, this man wasn't a human. He was way too special, seemed too pure to be a filthy and dirty human. And there came his question again: Where has he been? Why has it taken so long, until he has found him?

"I've been looking for you." The voice of the male caused goose bumps on his back, while he looked up to him. He has been looking for him. Why? Why should such a sweet boy with chocolate-eyes wanted to be with him?

"Seems, like you've succeeded", Donovan whispered as an answer, the corners of his mouth twitching slight. He just ignored the glance of Elizabeth, just like the rest of his surroundings. Only the man in front of him mattered now.

A sweet chuckle escaped his throat, the sound touching Donovan's black hurt. Did the stranger know, how cute he was? There was something else, which pulled the immortal to him, but he had no idea. The adorable one just wanted to reply, as suddenly a hand grabbed his wrist. A man, who was two heads taller than him, was talking. "Leve the carpet."

Immediately, Donovan tensed, jaw clenching. Growling, he glanced at the security-guard, who just tried to drag him off the stage. But the younger one let out an even darker growl. "Get your dirty hands off me, human", he hissed and just slap him.
It looked like a regular slap, but as soon as his hand touched the face, something cracked inside of the security-man. With wide eyes, Donovan watched the big security-guard holding his nose, which was bleeding like a waterfall.

Shocked, the boy looked at his hand, studying it, like he couldn't believe, what has happened, before his eyes meet once again those of the immortal. Then, he just turned around and left the carpet as fast as possible.
Some peoples started to call panicked, their voices still tiny but full of fear and confusion. Has it been real, or just a show? The moment, Donovan has realized, what just has happened, he stood up and ran after him, leaving the whole mess behind. "Please don't leave me", he murmured, praying that the boy has heard him, even if he could be miles away now. In quick steps, he opened the door of the entrance, leaving the hotel behind. His eyes wandered around, to see the small, athletic shade of him. But of course, the other man wasn't there anymore.

Desperately, Donovan stroke through his black hair, a soft cry escaping his throat. "Why did you leave me, just like everybody else does?" The cold wind of the night was embracing him and carried his words away, just like they've never been said. If Donovan could cry, he would now. He could almost feel, how the mixture of sadness and pain in form of a drop, was running above his cheek. So, he reached out with his hand, trying to wipe the tear away, but there was nothing. Right, he couldn't cry. This inner pain was feeding on him like a hungry beast, about to swallow him in a whole and drown into the cold blackness.

"I've never left you." Five simple words made the monster fading away. The immortal looked up and smiled widely, as he saw the handsome face of the stranger. In slow steps, he walked closer to him. "Who are you to come in my life and mess everything up so beautiful?", Donovan asked, smiling gently.

A soft chuckle, which sounded like a sweet melody of a nightingale, left the kissable lips of the boy. "My name is Bleiz. And who are you to appear in my life out of a sudden, when I was looking for you far too long?", he answered and went closer to Donovan.
Smiling, the immortal studied Bleiz closely. He has changed his glittering top and leather jacket with a wide, black hoodie with Eminem on it. "Call me Donovan, pretty", he breathed, laying a hand on his hip.

"Donovan. What a beautiful name", Bleiz hummed, but gently pushed his hand away. "No touching like this, please. At least for the first times we're going to spend together", he explained, as Donovan has looked at him a bit confused. The brown eyes of him war sparkling like an own kind of jewelry, nobody has explored yet. Flattered by the beauty and innocence of him, the black-haired man could only nod.
"Are you staying in this hotel?", he asked him softly. Deep down, he hoped, that he would agree. Somehow, he wanted Bleiz as close as possible by his side. It was almost crazy, how the young man pulled him close. "Yes, I am. You can come to my room and maybe talk a little, if you want", Bleiz offered, tilting his head slightly. A soft blush was creeping up his skin, dipping his cheek into a sweet, pink color, which made Donovan to smile even more.

There weren't a lot of innocent people, he has met. To be honest, he has never got the chance to meet an innocent one. Not even the son of Elizabeth was innocent, and he was a baby. But this boy ... he seemed to be so sweet and pure, just like a little puppy.
What confused him at most, was the fact, that Bleiz wanted to talk with him. Another thing, Donovan wasn't used to. "Of course, I would love to", he hummed, while he took gently the slim hand of Bleiz in his own, squeezing it for some seconds. It felt so uncommon warm in his cold one. Then he just let go of it. The younger one has said, that he didn't want to be touched, so he needed to respect that and pull himself together.

With a raising eyebrow, Bleiz watched their hands, as Donovan has given it a light squeeze. His heart has seemed to stop, just like the world stopped to move. It has been just a little, kind touch, maybe only because the raven black – haired did it often. But still, it drove him crazy, almost insane. The sweet reason was the kind affection, he rarely has gotten in his bitter life. Sure, Liz hugged him often and gave him kindness, making his heart to feel a bit warm. His hand has felt so cold, but it felt so good on his warm one. Like ice, which was touching his inner fire.

So, it was almost scary, how Donovan's touch made his body react to it. Did the handsome next to him even know how much power he had over Bleiz now? What he was able to make the wolf-boy do? Probably not. Anyway, he wouldn't say anything about the soulmate-thing to him. At least for now. Bleiz wanted to make Donovan fall in love with him for who he was, and not only for him being his soulmate.

He was special, he could tell. There were a lot of things, which were different between the tall man next to him and other humans. Not only that Donovan looked like a flawless god with his never-ending legs, broad back and beautiful face. With a shy look to the side, Bleiz watched him going next to himself. His movements were elegant, which was rare for men with this height. But they seemed to be so natural on him, like he has been born to walk like this. He was a hunter, the wolf-boy could say. And definitely not someone, you could mess with, if you wanted to live.

"We should enter my room by using the fire escape", Bleiz suggested, looking up to him. The chaos, the high-model and he have caused was probably still there and he didn't really want to go back to the confused, rich people. Donovan's ocean-blue eyes looked down to him. They were fascinating and reminded him of the endless seas. They've been empty, when he has looked at him for the first time, but now they were sparkling, like a sun, which has been hiding behind a dark cloud.

"That would be a good option", he hummed, a small smile appearing on his face, which made him look even prettier. Donovan came his face a bit closer, making his heart to pound hard in his chest, like it was going to tear him apart. His breathing went heavy, as he could feel the hot breath of him on his skin. With big eyes, he looked up to him, almost insecure, what to do next.

"We should go", he murmured, gently pushing Donovan a bit away from himself. Of course, Bleiz would've loved to kiss him, feeling lips on his own for the first time, but it was way too early in his opinion.

A soft hum escaped the immortal's throat, as he studied the athletic shape of Bleiz. This boy drove him crazy on a yet unknown level. Donovan has wanted to kiss him so badly, but he has pushed him away. Gently, like he was almost apologizing. Maybe this man was innocent for real, probably believed in love and didn't want to rush anything. A sweet one, who was even rarer than a rose in the desert.
There was also this insecurity which made him curious. It was almost impossible, that he has never interacted with someone physically, right? How could someone not fall head over heels for this pretty boy? Lightly, the corners of his mouth were twitching, before he followed him. In not even ten steps, he was next to him, smirking because of their height-difference. So small and pure, next to him.

"Don't smirk like that. You're just so tall", Bleiz murmured, but also smiled a little. Chuckling, Donovan looked at the smaller one, who just climbed up the stairs. "You're small and cute", he said, winking playfully. "You don't know, if I'm cute or not. Besides, I've broken the nose of a stranger not even two hours ago", Bleiz answered, rolling theatrical with his eyes, as he looked down to him. "But your ass is cute. And hot", he thought, but kept them in his mind, even if Donovan would've loved to see him blushing.

In silence, he followed Bleiz, until they were in front of an open window. "I always let it open. I don't really have anything to steal", he explained because of the questioning look. "I don't even think, people would climb up the fire escape to steal something from a person, who is spending their time in an old hotel", Donovan replied, smirking a little. "Maybe", Bleiz just hummed, quickly jumping in his room.

He had to admit, that his legs were long, even if he was short. Absolutely beautiful. But maybe he should be careful. Beautiful faces have tricked him way too much in the past. And the innocent ones? Should he trust them? Should he trust the boy? Should he trust this innocent creature, who appeared in his life, when everything was crashing down around him, like an angel?
A long time ago, he has also thought, that an angel has rescued him. White, wavy locks and a voice, as sweet and seductive like honey, smooth like milk. A deadly combination. He wished, he hasn't been such a fool during this time. Only one angel would come, when someone's dying, and it's the angel of death. Without a heartbeat, a soul or even life inside their body.

What about this one now? What was he? Brown, tumbled hair, big chocolate eyes, pink cheeks. A heartbeat and innocence. A growing flower, in the middle of its' blooming. Full of life and warmth. He was an angel. No human could have the possibility to be so sweet and pure the same time. And his hand has felt so warm. Warmer than the humans, he already knew. He had to be something else, but no matter what, Donovan would admire it.

Smiling, he climbed after Bleiz. Like every other room in the hotel, expect the Countess' one of course, was small, but still comfortable. Anyway, his focus laid back soon on the boy himself. Slowly, he took some steps closer to him, until he wasn't even a step away from him.
"How are you?", he whispered, tilting his head a little, his eyes hovering above the beautiful creature in front of him. It amazed him, how handsome he was, even if he only wore a baggy hoodie and ripped jeans. "A bit tired, but quite fine I think. And you?", Bleiz wanted to know. His voice sounded soft, a sweet melody of a little bird, which was singing only for him.

Then he thought about his question. How did he feel? He didn't know, to be honest. Slowly, he sank on the bed, looking up to him. "I have no idea", Donovan answered, not knowing how to explain everything. Bleiz just smiled, taking his shoes off and sat next to him. "You're hurt", he said softly, his eyes meeting Donovan's. "Someone has broken your heart and you feel like you have nothing left anymore, which makes you worthy", he added after a while.

Confused, the immortal frowned a bit. How did he know, how he felt? Even better than he knew. But if his theory might be right and the boy in front of him was an angel, it would make sense. "This is true, right. I feel horrible and alone ... I don't know how I would feel, if I haven't met you", he agreed, biting down on his lower lip. Even if his heart was dead since a long time, he still could feel something and was able to have emotions. It felt like someone has stabbed him right through his throat.

"She just ... replaced me with someone else. Like I've never meant something to her", Donovan almost whispered. Something cold wandered down his cheek. Maybe something which was like a tear, but he had no idea. "Am I that replaceable? Not even worth an excuse?", he asked. More to himself, because he didn't expect an answer from the boy. Weird, he was even talking about his feelings. But at the moment, Donovan felt so safe and comforted, he just had to get it off his chest.

"No. You aren't replaceable. Everybody is unique, even twins are. And why are you seeing the situation in that way?" Bleiz tilted his head, studying him. Again, their eyes were meeting, causing both men to smile at least a little. "How do you mean it?", Donovan wanted to know, raising an eyebrow.
"If she doesn't even apologize, why do you see it the way, that you aren't an excuse worth? Why don't you see it like she isn't worth your forgiveness?" Bleiz asked him so natural and normal, Donovan almost believed him for some seconds. A soft, but sad chuckle escaped his throat.

"That's very sweet of you. But she is above everyone. A merciless soul and deadly beautiful", he explained. "That's not true. Nobody is above anyone. No matter, if she's the Zodiac Killer, an average woman, or Michelle Obama. She's like everyone else. Even if she would be something else than a human", Bleiz replied, giving him a little smile, which warmed up his heart.

"I think, you could be right, sweetie. I've never thought in that way", Donovan muttered, also taking off his shoes. Carefully, Bleiz walked slowly a bit closer to him, causing the immortal to raise an eyebrow ... "Yeah, I know what I said about touching, but I think you can need a hug."

Yeah, I've finally updated. Sorry for taking so long, but the little prick called "school" has stopped me.
Anyway, I hope you've liked the chapter so far. xx