God, he was a damn sadist.

This realization without a hint of regret only made him smile as he looked at the ceiling of the underground dormitory of the Georgia library.

William, known by his powerful surname with the legend of the cursed one — and the fact that he was one, cared little about rules or people who didn't see him, only got in the way of his life.

Listening to those boring sessions of Ashley talking about how their predecessors contributed to the Witch Hunt and were cursed was a drag. He already knew that. Anyone with a little brain could connect one plus one and that was it, the problem was there.

Georgia's hopes that someone would come to his rescue and save the city deeply rooted in the fog of the occult were another thing as boring as everything else.

He didn't care.

Jessica flirting with him and thinking he was going to sleep with her? Oh, even better. It amused him long enough to flirt back and still tell her to fuck off with a bright smile and a haughty look on his face.

The sadistic bastard sighs with feigned concern as he leaves the dormitory, unhurriedly putting on his black leather jacket and wandering out of the library with the night embracing him.

Thick fog hung over much of the surroundings and a damp layer began to stick to his hair and jacket as his calm steps took him towards the Hanzel ancestral mansion.

Dark blue eyes roam the night spotting who he wanted to see as a figure in his own window before he pretends not to have seen it and goes on his way. To your damn house. Even your little monster.

Liam makes his way through the family home, up the old, wide, black marble staircase and into the cold hallway with dark oak doors adorning his left and right, as well as destroyed paintings and works of art without much value to him.

With a smile on his face, he turns the doorknob and enters him room, watching her back as he enters further and pulls her away from the window.

"What did I say about behaving?" He growls in provocation, pressing his hands into your cold skin and receiving only your silence.

Hanzel turns you in his arms, enjoying the way your eyes glow crimson under the moonlight and the sharp canines damage your lip, staining your alabaster skin with blood.

He left her hungry again.

He knew how much you depended on his blood. It was vital to you. And yet, he reveled in the way your eyes lost focus and your instincts clouded your reason.

The sadistic pleasure of seeing this was as good as feeling him satisfy her. That only he could do that to her.

"Don't look at me like that, doll. It's been a long day, you know?" He smiles innocently despite his own arrogant expression contradicting it.

He had always known. He had always been well aware of the effect that hours of neglect would have on her, leaving her on the brink of going mad. Breaking. And then,he was the one to rebuild you and shape you the way he wanted.

"Very hungry, huh?" Will tightens his arms around your waist, taking you to the bed and positioning you on his lap. He waits. His fingers tap gently against your skin. And he keeps waiting and so do you. You wouldn't drink until he ordered you to and he knew it.

No matter how much his canines hurt. No matter how much her skin seemed to heat up under his touch and gaze. No matter how tempting it was to hear his heartbeat and smell the bittersweet aroma that only he had.

Without permission, you wouldn't do anything.

"Bite, darling." With a satisfied sigh watching the last string of control snap, he shudders at the bite feeling the depth of his teeth piercing the skin and the warm sensation,and full of pleasure that made him want to melt into the sheets.

Hours of waiting would always make her less restrained and he liked that feeling. He felt the need with every sip that was ingested and the shiver of her nails digging into his skin keeping him there,steady for you. No chance of disappearing.

You needed him and he loved knowing that.