William listened quietly to Aden’s speech, trying to see it from his sire’s point of view. When he’d met Aden he’d been… well, William himself had used the word monster. He’d been out of society for so long he’d barely been able to communicate, but he had tried and they had been here for a long time.
Maybe he was right in some parts of it – their home had started out on the outskirts of the city but had soon been swamped by the growth and now there was none of the peace there had been before. Despite him attempts to blend them into society and what Aden thought he liked William had never been comfortable pandering to what was expected of him, he just did it because he felt he had to. He didn’t know any different.
But Aden did and he could teach him like he’d shown him so much already. William didn’t want to become a monster, a predator like Aden said, scaring people for fun when they didn’t need to. The way Aden described it sounded horrific, but at the same time so tempting. It didn’t help that Aden looked so masterful and commanding when he spoke about it. William always found himself wanting to obey his sire, especially when he got like this and it stirred something within the younger vampire.
“You show me then,” William murmured, lifting a hand to run over Aden’s strong chest up to his throat, caressing his skin with a firm touch. “We’ll go see the children, then travel and hunt like you said. I don’t want to kill people, but I won’t try to stop you,” he added, lifting his grey eyes to meet the fire in Aden’s. It was obvious Aden was longing for blood and destruction and William didn’t want to get in the way of that. Perhaps this could be a compromise of sorts.
