Erik could only wish that he was a contagion, that he was the plague itself. He would plague this boy, though-- if he was lucky, Erik would plague him for a good long time. The other child would come away bruised, broken, bloody... if he was lucky. The boy would feel him for days, for weeks, as he tried to heal. Fuck, he hoped.
Teeth find purchase at his neck, sinking into the already raw and tender flesh. Erik snarls, but the voice cracks at the end. He stumbled to the side, shaking, feeling pain bloom and flood his system. He pants, and throws himself at the stranger. Reckless, relentless. There was a good deal of blood now, and it streamed down his front. He wouldn't let the challenger see him falter, he wouldn't let him see that he'd caused real pain, but the child begins to falter. Not wanting to show weakness, he continues on trying to bite and trying to grab, but he was bleeding pretty seriously at this point. Fuck.
