Chapter 20-
\tDonatello sighed irritably as he watched his two worst enemy’s eating dinner on the little table over in the other side of the room. He had refused to eat with them well, because he only drinks blood and neither one of them offered him any and they refused to let him out to get his own. He could understand why, they didn’t trust that he would come back after hunting, which he wouldn’t. But understanding didn’t mean he liked it.
\tHe was hungry, and he mentally cursed himself for waiting so fucking long before hunting.
\tWhat he didn’t understand was how his brother could go more than a week without something to eat. He knew that vampires could survive about a month to two months without blood. But in about two weeks they go insane, turn into real blood-thirsty monsters. Why would anyone ever want to go that long was still beyond him, even though he knew Raph’s reasons for starving himself first and only taking enough to satisfy himself but not kill the person.
\tRaphael was a mortal lover. He cared about the humans and the mutants unlike themselves. He didn’t like killing ever since they were kids. Sure, he didn’t mind the killing part. Gore never got to him like it did for some of the newly hunters. But the fact that he felt guilt afterwards.
\tDon supposed he could still understand that. He had felt slightly bit guilty for the food he hunts. But that’s all they should ever be, is food. Nothing more. Mortal’s he considered to be below him.
\tBut he kept his range of food towards men. More preferably single men. He hated the drunks even though he never felt guilt after killing them. Their blood was bitter like the alcohol they drank. Dirty. Disgusting. Totally unsatisfying and unpleasant. Like a poison. He couldn’t kill women like some of the other vampires. They were more fragile and weaker. He’d prefer people who could put up fights. But children were definitely off limits to him. He couldn’t stand sinking his teeth into those tender soft flesh and hear their crying scream for their mothers and fathers to come save them. Their big eyes teary with fear and pain.
\tHe thought the vampires that could do such a thing were psychotic and heartless.
\tTrue, he wasn’t fond of mortals like his daft brother is. But he, as well, was born with guilt that he couldn’t ignore. Though their mother was gone. Their ‘father’ was a total jackass. He could never see him in Raph. Or himself. He couldn’t bring himself to be that heartless either.
\tDon looked down at his lap, his frown deepening as he thought of his brother that could have been captured by that crazy man. What he could be doing to him now. He knew the Master hated Raphael. Ever since Raph had come of age where he should have been his slave. An assassin. A cold hearted killer. Raph wasn’t like that at all. He had killed before. But he had his limits. He had a mind of his own and he tends to stick with what he thinks is right. Much to the Masters disappointment. He had tried to get him to kill the Vampire Hunter and they all knew how badly that ended.
\tDon had, at one point, worked for the Master as he intended. He was the next one that should have killed the Vampire Hunter. Yeah, they all knew how that ended as well.
\tWhen his memories came back, his good sense came back as well. And God he was furious. The Master probably would have expected him to come back planning on worshiping him again, when in fact, it was the exact opposite. He was now wanting to kill him for everything that he had done. For manipulating him. But after kidnapping his brother and probably doing the unspeakable to him. He was going to kill the damn bastard. This time slowly, painfully, lasting for months before he finally could die.
\tThe thought tweaked the edges of Don’s lips upwards from the mere thought of getting his revenge. Plotting every detail was a pleasure indeed.
\t“Why are you smiling?” The sound of a voice cut through Donatello’s thoughts and his small smile dropped as he looked over to the source of the nuisance. Mikey glanced at him from over his shoulder as he scrabbled through the closet.
\t“Why do you want to know?” He countered.
\tMikey shrugged and stood back up. A blanket and pillow in his arms. “No reason. Just curious after we denied you a free meal why on earth you would have a reason to smile.” Was that disappointment in his voice? Don scowled, was this little family just so heartless?
\tMikey threw the fabrics at him as they landed sprawled upon his chest.
\t“I was thinking about future things.”
\t“As in?”
\t“As in getting my brother back and taking revenge on who is responsible.” To his amazement, Mikey smiled back.
\t“Yeah, I guess I could get that. If anything happened to Leo I to would be smiling at the thought of taking revenge to the idiot bastard.” Don chuckled, how strange this turtle was. He seemed so . . . fragile. He was smaller than any of them. He still had muscles of course. But if any one of them attacked him he was sure Mikey would have no chance. But once that mouth of his opens, your theory’s are immediately altered.
\tIt surprised him how much strength he had as he threatened him every which way after the truth was revealed of what he did to his big brother. Michelangelo was definitely someone who could surprise. He was passionate about the people he loved and protecting them. Yet, he was carefree and always happy. That right there, strangely effected Don. In a way he had never thought possible. He wanted to protect Mikey. The thought of anyone meaning to cause him harm. Hell, even anyone who looked at him the wrong way, Don wanted to tear up into pieces.
\tOther than Raph, he had never thought about that to anyone. Especially a mortal. A mortal he could so easily tear apart himself if he wanted to.
\tHe always thought if he had wanted a mate, his type were more of the bulkier level. Not snappy. Not disobedient. Not so freakin happy! That’s who he should be searching for. Yet, he never had.
\t“So are you really pissed off that neither I nor Leo allowed you to drink our blood?” Mikey spoke with a smirk across his face. Don shrugged. When they first denied him any taste. Nor going out. He was pissed off. Incredibly. Now, not so much. Even if he had the option of going out and hunting he might turn it down. He could only think about Mikey, and how he would taste. If he could. What would it take though?
\t“Not really. Not anymore.”
\t“Really?”
\t“Well, don’t get me wrong. I am hungry still and I am still debating wither or not I should eat you or your brother or both.” Mikey’s eyes narrowed dangerously at the mere mention of Don attacking Leo. Then his face softened.
\t“Why didn't you though. I know you probably could have if you really wanted to. I mean. Maybe not Leo. But I don’t really have any training on fighting with vampires.” Don frowned.
\t“Leo never taught you?”
\tMikey shrugged. “He did. I turned down his offer. I know how to defend myself against anyone who tries to jump me. But the training Leo pushed himself through, I didn’t want. He became obsessed with getting his revenge on the vampires. He wanted to go out there and protect the innocent, and ever since his training had began. The real stuff. He never could stop. There was no limit for him. I don’t know, at times I always thought of what it could be like. Being his side kick in fighting off monsters. I often tried to persuade him, but he always refused. Wanting to protect me. But I suppose it was for the better. I didn’t want the life he chose to have. Always in danger. Wanted by the most powerful beings. And he didn’t want that for me either.”
\tDon licked his dry lips as he listened to Mikey. “You wanted a normal life?”
\t“Per say. I mean, having a brother as an awesome crime fighting superhero isn’t exactly ‘normal’. But I have a job. I have a home. I have Leo as my family. What more could I ask for?”
\t“Do you not have anyone special in your life?” Don asked curiously. Wringing his fingers together and fighting the urge to shift. “Like, I don’t know, a mate?”
\tMikey scoffed. “No way dude. I’m a free man!” Don frowned.
\t“No one?”
\t“Naw, why would I want one? And besides, all the guy’s I’ve dated were assholes.”
\t“Did they hurt you?” Don asked next. Suddenly feeling the urge to kill. Kill those ex boyfriends to be precise.
\t“Nope. I dumped them when they get too freaky. Leo usually took care of them for me afterwards anyway.” Mikey laughed. Don relaxed in his seat and let out the breath of air he didn’t even realize he was holding. He supposed that just sealed his thoughts. Though Mikey was gay and single, he was unavailable. He didn’t want to have a relationship. And even if he did, he wanted a normal life anyway. So that meant he was off limits.
\tNot that you were considering on having him in the first place. Right.
\tThat left an empty feeling in Don’s gut.
\t“So back on track. Why didn’t you eat me when you knew you had the chance to? You’re starving right?”
\t“Leo would kill me.”
\tMikey smirked. “True. But still.”
\tDon shrugged. “Eh, I like you too much.”
\t“You . . . like me?” The leaf green turtle burst out laughing. Don frowned and grumbled. “After everything I did to you. You like me?”
\t“Sure.” He answered. Mikey’s laughing paused.
\t“Seriously?”
\t“You’re different.”
\t“How?”
\t“I expected you to freak out when I entered your home with Leo.” Mikey chuckled and shook his head.
\t“Believe me, I know what your kind looks like. After what I endured a month or so back. Nothing really could surprise me too horribly.”
\t“Excuse me?”
\t“I went to look for Leo after your brother almost killed him and I got jumped by a group of vampires.” Don’s hands fisted. His nails cutting into his palms. So those vampires did harm Mikey.
\t“You killed them?”
\t“Somebody did. I was in trouble but then some guy swept in and saved me.” Don’s anger fizzled out and was immediately replaced with curiosity.
\t“Who?”
\t“I’m not sure. He was big. Muscly. He had one eye and a red mask. That’s all I could recall in the middle of the night. You know him?” Don blinked in surprised. Yeah, he knew exactly who that was. His brother. Raphael had saved his Mikey from getting slaughtered. Damn, he owed his brother a lot more than he thought.
\t“Yeah, I know him.”
\t“Well if you see him again. Tell him I said thanks.” Don nodded.
\t“Sure. No prob.”
\tThe turtle smiled that cheery sugar sweet smile before he laid down on his bed and curled up tightly in a ball.
\t“Well you two are getting along well.” Leo’s voice suddenly cut through. Don looked over to find that the guy he despised was out of the bathroom and crawled up in his bed.
\t“We were just talking.”
\t“Hm? About what?”
\t“Stuff Leo. Nothing to get excited about.” Mikey snapped. Leo chuckled.
\t“Nothing inappropriate I trust.” The orange loving reptile growled low.
\t“Nothing! Now shut up!” Leo laughed.
\t“I’m teasing, Mikey. Don’t get so offensive.” Mikey grumbled under his breath and threw a pillow at Leo who caught easily and stuffed it under his head. “Hey thanks.”
\tThe leaf green turtle stuck his tongue out at his big brother before rolling over. His shell to his sibling. Don watched the brotherly scene play out and he blinked. He remembered how he and Raph used to tease each other all the time. Wrestle around when they get annoyed and laugh in the end as they totally forgot what they were angry at each other about. He frowned. He missed those times. He missed how close they were until responsibility and growing up got in the way and they just grew more distant. How wonderful it must have been for Leo and Mikey to have grown up and still be as close as they were as children. Still able to depend on each other and love each other without anything causing separation. He knew if he ever moved in with Raph they’d cut each other’s heads off with in a week.
\tBeing able to throw insults at each other and get offended but not hurt and still trust each other was a bond Don only wished he could have with Raph. They acted as enemies towards each other when they first reunited. And he actually questioned if he would take a bullet for Raph. Or if Raph would take a bullet for him. Why would he want to question something like that?
\tNow Raph was in trouble. Probably getting beaten to the inch of his life and starved to death and used as a slave. While Don was sitting here on a couch in the Vampire Hunter’s home, lusting over his brother.
\tDon frowned. He wasn’t going to think like that. He was going to get Raph back if it killed him. He would take a bullet for him. There was no question anymore.
\t“Goodnight! Don! Hey!” Don snapped out of his thoughts once again and he faced a glaring Mikey. He looked to have been trying to get his attention. “Dude! I’ve been calling you for the past five minutes! Good night!”
\t“Uh . . . night.”
\t“Thank God.” He could hear Leo’s sigh of relief. Mikey snorted and rolled his eyes before he collapsed back on the bed. Facing the wall. Leo turned out the lamp light and darkness washed over the room. The moon being the only light as it shined through the window. Not that Don needed it. He could see quite well.
\tHe quickly made the couch to his liking before laying down on it. Wrapping the blanket around him and drifting off to slumber.
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