Blood Lust
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Adult ++
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Category:
G through L › Hostel
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
Views:
4,162
Reviews:
5
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Hostel, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Blood Lust
I don't own Paxton or Edward. Eli Roth does. i just steal them to make dirty slash with. Said dirty slash will not show up for a few chapters and the chapters might show up slowly.
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Edward let out a sigh and a soft mutter of 'Oh jesus." His hazel eyes focusing on the Elite Hunters card as he slipped his glasses back on. He had a horrible feeling in the pit of his gut even as he reached for the card, picking it up.
He let out a strangled yell as a hand suddenly grabbed his wrist, yanking his arm forward. If the situation hadn't been so dire he would have laughed. 'Wow, I'm getting pulled off a toilet by a mysterious hand. Funny how the world works.'
He felt cold steel pressing agiant the backs of his fingers, digging down sharply and screaming filled his ears, it took him a moment to realize that it was him screaming. He could feel blood running over his hands and hear harsh, ragged breathing on the other side of the metal wall.
And then the pressure lessened. He stopped screaming as his mind yelled at him 'You're not going to die you pussy now shut up!'. His ears picked up on a soft groan from the other person before said person fell into veiw, apparently passing out for some reason or the other.
"Paxton..." He breathed softly, pulling his hand back, glanching down at it. The wounds weren't too deep, flesh wounds really, but like all cuts made with a sharp insterment it hurt like hell.
He stood quickly, yanking up his pants and fixing them before he left his stall, shoving open the door of the stall next to his. Sure enough, there was Paxton laying on the floor, slightly on his side with a scalpal clutched loosely in on hand.
Edward sighed darkly as he rolled Paxton onto his back, taking his pulse as he pulled out his cell phone and hit speed dial number six. He raised the phone to his ear as he studied the Middle Eastern youth for signs of injury.
Whoever he was calling answered and spoke for a moment because Edward replied. "Ja. It's me. It seems one of our lambs has escaped from the fold....oh he did? Well, that can't go unpunished.Ja....ja....ja. Send someone to pick him up post haste, please."
He hung up the phone and tucked it away, smiling down at the unconcious boy. "It's going to be so much fun playing with you..."
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Edward let out a sigh and a soft mutter of 'Oh jesus." His hazel eyes focusing on the Elite Hunters card as he slipped his glasses back on. He had a horrible feeling in the pit of his gut even as he reached for the card, picking it up.
He let out a strangled yell as a hand suddenly grabbed his wrist, yanking his arm forward. If the situation hadn't been so dire he would have laughed. 'Wow, I'm getting pulled off a toilet by a mysterious hand. Funny how the world works.'
He felt cold steel pressing agiant the backs of his fingers, digging down sharply and screaming filled his ears, it took him a moment to realize that it was him screaming. He could feel blood running over his hands and hear harsh, ragged breathing on the other side of the metal wall.
And then the pressure lessened. He stopped screaming as his mind yelled at him 'You're not going to die you pussy now shut up!'. His ears picked up on a soft groan from the other person before said person fell into veiw, apparently passing out for some reason or the other.
"Paxton..." He breathed softly, pulling his hand back, glanching down at it. The wounds weren't too deep, flesh wounds really, but like all cuts made with a sharp insterment it hurt like hell.
He stood quickly, yanking up his pants and fixing them before he left his stall, shoving open the door of the stall next to his. Sure enough, there was Paxton laying on the floor, slightly on his side with a scalpal clutched loosely in on hand.
Edward sighed darkly as he rolled Paxton onto his back, taking his pulse as he pulled out his cell phone and hit speed dial number six. He raised the phone to his ear as he studied the Middle Eastern youth for signs of injury.
Whoever he was calling answered and spoke for a moment because Edward replied. "Ja. It's me. It seems one of our lambs has escaped from the fold....oh he did? Well, that can't go unpunished.Ja....ja....ja. Send someone to pick him up post haste, please."
He hung up the phone and tucked it away, smiling down at the unconcious boy. "It's going to be so much fun playing with you..."
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