Chapter Two 

In an instant, (M/N) had been entwined and entangled in vines of red roses, thorns prickling and piercing his exposed skin. Now adorned with wounds, (M/N) had began glaring and glowering at the two vampires before him, pleasantly pleased at the mere sight of his suffering and sadness. Blood dripping down his arms, (M/N) started struggling and squirming around, trying to liberate himself from the red rose vines and those bloodthirsty brothers. "Behave, human! I can always have the thorns stab you much more harsher," the blonde said, while licking and lapping up the blood dripping down (M/N)'s arm, as the (H/C) haired boy's body trembled and let loose an unwilling moan. "You have such sweet blood. Sweet moans, too."

Lips touching his shoulders, (M/N) had been bitten by the much more calm and collected vampire, gentle in his mannerisms and words, but still sadisticly savage. With pain tearing through him, (M/N) had began weeping and writhing around, trying to fight and summon some magic wards, but his high levels of fear was obstructing any and all magical abilities. "Alfred, I am the eldest. He shall become my blood doll," the bluenette said, while brushing aside (M/N)'s (H/C) locks, as the (E/C) orbed boy began kicking and screaming. "Oh, you're feisty! However, I'll have that defiant behavior ridden of soon enough."

Fangs biting both sides of his neck, (M/N) had began feeling drained and depleted of strength, magical blood being sucked and stolen right out of him. Knees beginning to wobble now, (M/N) had been caught captive and clutched firmly around the waist, both brothers balancing and supporting him. "That doesn't matter, Rupert. This human can be my blood doll, too!" Alfred said, while sinking his dagger like fangs further into (M/N)'s neck, as the (H/C) haired boy whimpered and winced in agony. "Birth order doesn't matter anymore."

Trying to calm down, (M/N) had began murmuring incantations inside of his head, repeating over and over again an incantation of teleporting away somewhere safe and sanctuary like inside of his head. Relatively relaxed now, (M/N) had squeezed and clenched his (E/C) orbs shut, summoning magical energy and auras aiding him in teleporting out of their grasp. "A wizard, huh? It doesn't matter. You're still a weak and puny little human to me," Alfred said, while wiping (M/N)'s blood away from the corners of his lips, as the (E/C) orbed boy dizzily stumbled around and performed another teleporting spell. "Let's make a deal, Rupert. Whoever catches (M/N) first gets to have him as their blood doll. You better start running now, human."

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A/N: What do you think? I hope that you enjoyed and liked this chapter. Have a great day, my lovely little dolls! Also, how many of you all played this game? I would love to know. 😊