Another Break from Studying

Lawrence closes his eyes. They burned from just how wrong the texts were. "Living through these things sucks!" Tossing the book against a wall helps get rid of some of the stress. Nicholas laughs and gently places yet another cup of coffee on the blond's desk.
"Yes, well, I'm sure if you lived nearly as long as I have, you'd think that the scientists are highly stupid for still not knowing how the dinosaurs went extinct."
"We should take a break. Or I'm going to scream." Nicholas smiles, remembering how the last time Lawrence screamed over homework, the neighbors called the police about a murder.
"Shall we go hunting? I found another one." This catches all of Lawrence's attention, something that none of his teachers had been able to do for a long.
"Are you sure it's one of them?" Nicholas pinches the very tip of Lawrence's nose.
"Of course I'm sure, child. Her name's Harper, not that you really care. They're just prey to you, aren't they?"
"They're not prey! They're the child of the monsters who destroyed me!" Throwing the scalding hot coffee at Nicholas doesn't send any pleasure through Lawrence. Nicholas just doesn't react enough to the sting of the coffee for it to be fun.
Nicholas shakes his head a little. It was their choice to try to kill him, but his body was almost perfectly intact, and it was his choice to make any sort of deal. Still, pointing these out to Lawrence would only further enrage him. Gently, with a mouth full of the cooling coffee, Nicholas presses his lips to Lawrence's. He stands there, shocked and confused, for a moment. That moment is long enough for Nicholas to transfer the bitter liquid to Lawrence's mouth. Slowly, he relaxes into Nicholas, eyes glazing.
"Let's destroy her later, Lawrence. I'm rather in need of some form of energy." Wounds that Lawrence couldn't see needed healing. Burns, now, could be added to the list of things that needed fix. Slowly, Lawrence falls asleep, and Nicholas carries him up to their room. Silently, Nicholas prays that tomorrow will be better, the stress less, the anger burn not nearly as strong. Then, he pulls out the small sowing kit that Lawrence bought a few years back when one of the people nailed him in the arm with a knife. Careful, he threads the needle, wriggles out of his shirt, and then, positioned in front of a mirror, begins to close up the wound. The pain barely registers in his mind. Small puddles of blood come out where he slides the needle into his flesh. Loudly, he curses as the flesh tears from being pulled too tight.
"If it wouldn't raise fucking questions I'd just change into something completely different!" Slamming a fist onto the sink causes it to crack. Closing his eyes, he forces himself to shove the huge amount of anger and exhaustion down. The small town and pretending to be in a relationship with Lawrence was taking a toll on his ability to feed off lust. After finally getting the wound closed, he slides down the wall, resting his head on his knees. Why did Lawrence have to fuck him over so badly?


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...I get really tired of writing about documents. This is just to keep myself sane. Alright! Back to the homework. *goes to search the internet for anything relevant to this document*