Stolen pride ♚ — Leon || Luhan

His fingers were spread widely as he used his hand for support, dragging it along the wall he staggered along, steps heavy, breaths non-existent. His right hand was still, after almost two hours, pressing against the wound adorning his neck, the gash by his jugular vein being quite deep and still causing a continuous bleeding. With every motion his shoulder blades crackled, knees feeling as if they were to budge at any second now, fighting against weakness he pursued his goal, his home. Where he knew he’d be able to collapse and at least be safe. Safe from worrying mortals and paramedics. If he were to pass out like this, in the middle of the street, there would definitely be more trouble than he had ever asked for, hence why he had decided to wait for almost two hours before leaving the darkened alley where he had woken up after his first trip to unconsciousness. By the time he had gotten up and began his journey, darkness had fallen, providing shelter in the shadows for the needy and he was quite grateful, after all it had made things a lot easier. 

Giving his first heavy exhale since minutes back, he leaned against the chilled brick wall, features twisting into a grimace. His building wasn’t far away, it was across the street to put it simply, but in this state, it felt as it it was kilometers away. It took him time, and after almost an entire minute he pushed off the wall to proceed his staggering, moving slowly without support. He hadn’t seen a soul for quite some time, and much to his benefit the road was empty, providing him with a chance to cross it unseen. Because of this he strained himself as much as he could manage to cross the street quickly. Reaching the other side he stopped outside of the entrance, breathing slowly. His entire upper body was sticky with blood, making Leon want to avoid the concierge he had hired a few months back, as well as his residents. he didn’t want to ruin his good reputation after all, it would cause much trouble if he was caught like this, alive even though he shouldn’t be. Can’t allow that. 

Hidden safely behind a pillar he peeks inside, finding the lobby empty. Immediately he sneaks inside without making a sound, deciding to take the stairs instead of the elevator, for safety reasons. He couldn’t afford to waste time with waiting, what if someone were to enter? Fourteen stories, twenty-eight flights of stairs. Just to begin walking Leon, come on. Easier said than done. He had to stop by the third floor already, sitting down for almost two minutes before he could bear to continue. Weary and weakened. He forced himself to press on, reaching the tenth floor before taking his second rest, vision hazed and tunneled, white dots crossing his corneas, head feeling as heavy as ever. Deprived of proper knowledge as well as close to starved due to the massive blood loss, the hemovore himself barely knows his own location, only aware of that he needs to reach the fourteenth floor as soon as possible. 

Staggering up the last flight of stairs he almost collapsed against his own front door, greeted by the harsh wood which gave away a displeased thud when his body hits it. Frenetically he tries to find his keys, soon pulling them out of one of his pockets, opening the door within a few seconds. As soon as it has been closed safely behind him he falls to his knees, the pain, which had been faint up until then, increasing remarkably, causing him to groan. “Shit." He murmurs, unable to rise to his feet again he gives in to his body’s whims and simply lies down on the unusually comfortable flooring, shutting his eyes, ears catching sounds of footsteps he figured must be imaginary.