Axel had come home to the house a mess even though he had told Terran to make sure that it was spotless by the time he got home. When he saw the clothes and other things still on the floor it was like something snapped in the vampire, as he moved though the house and found the teen sitting int he lounge watching tv. HE reached over and grabbed his shoulder before pulling him over the couch and onto the floor. “What did I tell you to do while I was away boy?!”
The slap made Terran’s ears ring, and he dragged his feet as he was pulled toward the bathroom. He had no time to react, his screech of fear and dismay cut off when his face hit the water in the toilet bowl. No amount of his reflexive struggling helped – not with Axel’s supernatural strength.
Once he was tossed across the room, Terran allowed himself the briefest of moments to recover, coughing hard and wiping at his face with his sleeves. Stumbling to his feet, he returned to the bathroom to dig out the cleaning supplies, resolved to clean the space from top to bottom. In between duties, he tossed his wet shirt in the laundry, then washed his hair in the sink before cleaning and wiping it down.
He couldn’t stop himself from shaking – couldn’t stop the way his thoughts raced and moved in obsessive circles around getting his work done.
Axel didn’t come back to see the teen till an hour later, he stomped downstairs and looked around till he found Terran and he grabbed him by the hair and dragged him around the house as he went through it making sure that the teen had done a good job at cleaning it.
As he moved into the living room and ran his finger over the tv, he tisked as he bent down and showed Terran that there was still dust on it. “I thought I told you I wanted this house clean.” He snarled as he slapped Terran across the face, leaving a mark on his pale skin.
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