Chapter 67: Kingly Authority

### Drew's PoV

The heat coursed through my veins, a fire igniting within me that I struggled to suppress. I felt the primal urge clawing at my mind, pulling me toward Sylvester with an intensity I couldn't ignore. When he rushed in, his concern evident, all I could think about was how badly I wanted to push him away, to keep him safe from whatever was happening to me.

But my body had other ideas.

In a surge of adrenaline, I broke the ropes binding me, their fibers snapping apart with a strength I didn't know I possessed. I lunged, grabbing Sylvester by the wrists, pinning him against the wall. My heart raced, not just from panic but from an insatiable thirst that had grown unbearable.

I lurched at his neck, but stopped myself.

"Drew, let go!" he shouted, struggling against my grip, fear flashing in his eyes.

I growled, fighting against the darkness that threatened to consume me. I could feel my senses sharpening, the world around me becoming vivid and overwhelming. His heartbeat pulsed in my ears, a steady rhythm that only intensified the hunger rising within me.

"Drew, I'm sorry!" he gasped, his voice trembling as he realized the danger I posed.

I felt my eyes shift, the blue turning to a deep, glowing red. The change was instantaneous, the hunger eclipsing all rational thought. I leaned closer, drawn by the warm scent of his blood, the intoxicating aroma that filled my senses.

"Please don't do this!" Sylvester cried, his voice cracking.

But I was beyond words. The primal urge surged within me, urging me forward. I closed my eyes for a brief moment, trying to resist, but it was futile. I leaned in, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath my lips.

Before I knew it, I sank my teeth into his neck, feeling the rush of blood as it met my mouth. Sylvester gasped, the sound echoing in the small room, a mix of shock and pain. I felt his body tense beneath me, his heart racing as I fed, the taste igniting a fire I hadn't known I was capable of feeling.

"Drew!" he choked out, struggling against me, and I could feel his fear, the way his body reacted to the pain I was causing. But the taste was overwhelming, drowning out everything else. The warmth flooded my senses, and I couldn't help but drink deeper, intoxicated by the sensation.

"Please, stop," he whispered, his breath shaky.

I shook my head, struggling to regain control, but the hunger was too powerful. I could see the red in my vision, the world narrowing down to just the two of us. I leaned in again, drawn to him, desperate to quench this insatiable thirst, to lose myself in the moment.

But somewhere deep within me, a flicker of awareness fought back against the primal instincts. The sound of his heartbeat, the way he was pleading with me, began to break through the haze. I hesitated again, torn between the monster I was becoming and the friend I didn't want to lose.

In that moment, the weight of my actions crashed over me like a wave. I pulled away, my breath coming in ragged gasps. I stumbled back, the realization of what I had done hitting me like a punch to the gut.

What was I becoming? What had I done to Sylvester?

"Drew…" he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, fear and pain etched on his face.

I could feel the remorse crashing over me, mingling with the remnants of that insatiable hunger. "I'm so sorry," I choked out, trying to grasp the gravity of the moment. "I didn't mean to… I couldn't stop."

He touched his neck softly, his fingers trembling as they traced the spot where I had bitten him. I could see the faint trickle of blood seeping from the wound, and my stomach twisted in agony. 

"I didn't want… to hurt you," I said, my voice breaking. "I don't know what's happening to me. I can't control it."

Sylvester looked at me and nodded. "It's my fault. I should've listened."

I fell back into my bed. "Get out."

He nodded and quickly ran off.

I cried into my pillow. This was what my mom was afraid of. For us to turn into monsters... but, why were my little brother and me affected by the crimson moon like this? 

My mind went to my dad. He always kept a distance from us. Sometimes, I would see him with crimson eyes when around Mom. Mom would have these unusual hickies, in hindsight, those weren't hickies, but bite marks.

M-my dad wasn't human. He was a vampire, making a... a dhampir, a blood-sucker.

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Sylvester PoV

I stumbled out of Drew's room, my heart racing and my mind reeling from what had just happened. The sight of him—the primal intensity in his eyes, the way he had lunged at me—it felt unreal. I leaned against the wall, trying to steady my breathing, but the fear still gripped me. 

I had to get out, to put distance between us. I had to let him calm down, to give him space to regain control. But as I turned to walk away, I heard something that made me stop in my tracks. 

It was a muffled sound, a soft sob that seeped through the cracks of the door. Drew's sobs echoed in the stillness, heavy with despair, and my heart ached at the sound. He was hurting—truly hurting—and it was because of me.

I felt an overwhelming impulse to go back, to comfort him, but I hesitated. What if he lashed out again? What if he couldn't control whatever was happening to him? 

But the thought of him suffering alone was worse than any fear I had. I took a deep breath and walked back to the door, my hand hovering over the knob. I knocked gently, my heart pounding. "Drew? Can I come in?"

There was a pause, and the sobbing quieted for a moment, but then it resumed, more heart-wrenching than before. "Just… leave me alone," he called out, his voice thick with emotion.

"No," I replied firmly, refusing to back down. "I'm not leaving you like this. You're my friend, and I want to help you. Please let me in."

I waited, my breath caught in my throat, and finally, I heard the sound of movement on the other side of the door. With a soft click, it creaked open, revealing Drew's tear-streaked face. His blue eyes, once bright and full of life, now looked haunted, shadowed by the weight of what had just transpired.

"Why did you come back?" he asked, his voice trembling.

"Because you need me," I said softly, grabbing his arms.

"You don't understand," he choked out. "I'm not just some normal guy. I'm a monster."

I sighed and punched him with all my force, but his abs were like solid steel. Was it because of the blood moon?

He closed his eyes and turned away. "See, I'm not human." His eyes glowed like they would in the gym. "Now leave me alone."

I gasped as my body moved on its own. It was like whenever he used his power move on the court, but stronger. All of this time, was his 'Kingly Authority' actually from his vampiric blood-line? So, there was some truth to the theory of power moves coming from the era of superpowers.

I clenched my hand into a fist as I reached the door of our dorm. In that case, I needed to use my power move to overcome his!