Ollie hummed quietly to himself, smiling softly at nothing. It was a decent walk through the woods to get home so he might as well enjoy it. Being a fast walker, he made it to the train track quickly, being carefully not to fall over any old pieces of wood or metal.
Byron looked up, idly, silently envying the swirls of clouds which drifted along with the breeze.
He drew his attention back to the woods, silently. Eyes falling on a rather interesting figure.
A teenage boy it seemed, a cute one. Maybe a year younger than Byron looked. He smiled.
Should he catch a meal from this kid?
No. This kid didn't look like he could fight his way out of a paper bag. He was too pure to drink from. He didn't deserve to be a meal, even if it wouldn't kill the kid to do so.
A somehow wholesome smile hugged Byron's handsome, unsettlingly wolfish features.
Ollie got to the other side of the track and walked along side it for a couple metered before he stopped. He was probably just being paranoid but he did feel like there was another presence near by.
Looking around a little, he decided to just put it down to paranoia when he didn’t see anyone straight away. He sighed, rubbing at his face before setting off again, mumbling something to himself.
Byron lsughed, checking his phone.
He swore, almost loudly. No service. The pale boy with white hair came even closer, oblivious.
He'd only been on this Earth for a handful of plucky little years. No time at all to truly learn and perceive. He might very well be oblivious to Byron.
Ollie looked up from the ground, shielding his eyes from the sunlight steaming against his face. That’s when he finally saw the figure not too far away and halted his footsteps, lowering his hand.
He couldn’t remember, the last time he’d caught someone else in these woods, and in this part at that. The thought made his head tilt to the side, much like a curious puppy would.
"Hey there." Byron replied, encouragingly, wholesome smile still there. He lifted his hood, the Sun giving him a headache, sending pins and needles down his spine and limbs. His gas-flame blue eyes looked the boy up and down. Cute. Like a newborn kitten.
“Um… h-hello,” Ollie said quietly. He cursed his lack of people skills and the fact that he stuttered. He took a few hesitant steps towards the other, blushing and biting his lip slightly when he noticed him looking him over.
"How're you, then?" Byron asked, putting his phone away, and offering a rigid-knuckled hand with long, strong fingers like a piano-player's.
Ollie gently took his hand, not letting it linger for longer then necessary. He then shrugged a shoulder, looking up at him, “I’m alright, tired, stressed maybe. Yourself?”
Byron smiled. This kid was so innocent. He was glad to, for once, see some wholesomeness.
"Tired of paperwork." He replied honestly.
Ollie hummed in understanding, kicking at a stick lying by his feet, “I feel the same but with schoolwork,” He sighed softly, “I-I’m Ollie. And you are?”
"Byron." He stated, adjusting his fluffy hoodie, and smiling wider. Unlike the movies vampires didn't actually have fangs per se, but their teeth were inhumsnly sharp. Though it wasn't all too noticeable.
He nodded a little and offered a small smile, fiddling with the sleeves on his too big sweater, “W-Well, it was nice to meet you, Byron but uh, I should be getting home.”
"Me too." Byron replied, with utmost reluctance. He started to walk off, scanning the woods
Ollie watched him go, shaking his head slightly before he set off again. He walked a couple steps before he tripped, twisting his ankle with a hiss.
(Nooo this bean doesn't deserve to suffer 😭😭😭😭)
Byron turned back around, jogging over urgently, helping him up, safely.
(Aha, I know… tell that to his last boyfriend…)
Ollie whimpered softly in pain as Bryon helped him up, face flushed with embarrassment. It was more then just a twisted ankle, clearly.
Byron picked him up like an empty milk jug. He smiled, staring into his eyes, mesmerizing him, putting him in the trance he often put his victims in, to numb the pain.
Ollie wanted to look away but found he couldn’t. And then the pain was gone. He didn’t question it, even though under another circumstance he might have.
Byron acted as his crutch.
"Which way is your place?" He asked, urgently, concern on his face.
Ollie pointed ahead and then to the right, “Down there and then to the right. There’s a small path that leads to the back gate.”
"Oh. Your place us close to mine." Byron nodded, helping him to walk over the tall, thick, lush grass.
He offered a comforting smile.
Ollie blushed at the smile and he didn’t quite know why. He nodded at what he said but didn’t respond.
Byron helped him walk to his place, effortlessly. He could carry this boy by the scruff of his neck like a newborn puppy, but that didn't exactly resonate with most as normal.
Once they arrived at the door, Ollie removed a keychain from around his neck, grabbing a small blue key and unlocking the back door. He slowly pushed the door open, stepping inside.