Haunted Wood Teacher Teacher [m]

What's owed. Abaddon didn't owe anything to anyone. After the shit hand, he was dealt from birth, he was living the life and making the best of it despite it all. Then this boy, this boy who seemed to have at least at one point think of Vengeance, his father who had fucked and dumped plenty of women including Abaddon's mother saw him as some sort of saviour. Now, he couldn't be certain of his thoughts... but that was enough to annoy the vampire. 

Valour's growl was an easy give away to the attack, giving Abaddon just enough time to protect his neck and let his shoulder or back take the attack. A drive by bite to the boy's shoulder or leg before circling by his rear to keep hitting in little nicks and nips if the boy wasn't fast enough.

If Valour thought Abaddon would just let some newbie bite him on the neck he had another thing coming. Abaddon had practised over and over with many unfortunate casualties sacrificed for his near-perfection of the art of keeping his blood victims alive for another day. Did you really think it would be that easy?