Shippies arn't so bad... are they? :MATURE:

Skye nodded. He was now scared of what Carlos might do if he lost his temper again. Glancing down at his hands he paled, there was quite a bit of blood on them. Sighing he shut his eyes.

"You sure?" Carlos asked. He was trying to conceal his anger till he found something worth releasing it on.

This made the red head jump and start coughing. Holding his hands over his mouth he felt blood on them. After finishing the coughing fit Skye wiped his mouth and hid his hands.
"Y-Yeah..."

Carlos walked back into his bed room and rested his hand on Skye's shoulder. "You okay?"

Even though he'd wiped the blood he could still taste it getting stronger in the back of his throat. Thankfully for Carlos Vampires arn't effected by their own blood.

Splashing some water onto his face, he let out a deep sigh and left the bathroom and made his way to help Skye up as he hadn't heard him leave the room.

Standing up shakily Skye wiped as much of the blood as he could from around his mouth.

Carlos was absolutely fuming with anger, but he knew better than to take it all out on his friend. He made his way to his bathroom to wash the traces of blood off the wounds on his wrists.

Hearing Carlos leave Skye sat down. His stomach still hurt like mad but it was more the blood in his mouth that was concerning him.

Carlos let out a sigh of disappointment as he stood up to fall height. "I actually expected better of you." Carlos said before leaving.

Skye shrugged. "I-I don't know...."
He was still staring down at the floor mainly because he couldn't bare looking at Carlos and also so when he spoke Carlos couldn't see the blood.

Carlos let out a sigh and rubbed his eyes with his thumb and finger. "...What would you have done if your demon side had gotten the better of you when you were ontop of me?" Carlos asked rather sternly.

Skye just shook his head and stared down at the floor. He could taste blood in his mouth. He just wanted Carlos to go now.

Kneeling down to Skye's height, Carlos glared at him. "Do you WANT something worse?" He growled.

Skye fell to his knees holding his stomach. He'd been expecting something along those lines.
"Is that all?" The red head said through gritted teeth "I was actually expecting worse"

Sitting up, Carlos got himself dressed silently and began to walk towards the door. "Oh, before I forget..." He said, as he stood in front of Skye. Carlos' fist slammed into Skye's stomach. "Do that again, and I will kill you."

Skye did as he asked and backed away slowly, scared of what Carlos would do.

Carlos completely ignored the red head and continued to talk. "Get these handcuffs off, and whatever is holding my feet together." He still spoke calmly.

Skye walked in.
"I'm sorry... You know I dont' get on well with alcohol.. I guess... this just shows what can happen..." he trailed off

Carlos let out a deep sigh before replying calmly; "Skye. Get in here."

Peering around the side of the door Skye called out to Carlos, scared of the reply he'd recieve.

Carlos still lay on the bed, his hands and feet still bound. Though his wrists now had scratches and red marks all along him where he had been using so much force to break himself free.

When the red head awoke he remembered the state he'd left Carlos in and cringed. Nervously he crept up the stairs.
"C-Carlos...?"

Carlos still lay on his bed, feet bound together and hands cuffed to the frame of his bed. He grumbled as he continued to try and get himself free, his wrists had slight cuts and were red from where he had been trying to get the cuffs to break.

After a while the red head dozed off downstairs, his head throbbing from where Carlos had hit it.