Damian hadn't intended to follow after Ben. Never intended to bother himself with another that was simply running out of his life again. He had been so ready to go back home and forget entirely about the brown haired man he had turned and copulated with time and again. Night had came and went, Damian had fallen easily to the Mother moon and he had hunted. He had tore through those around him, feasting on their blood and flesh. Then he hunted for him. The one who had the ability to set Damian's temper off, easily arouse emotions in him he'd never touched in years, the one that made him chase after....

The sun had risen only part way, but it did give Damian the reprieve from the demon within as he now sat maybe a half mile away from Ben; if not that. Slowly he rose to his feet, whipping off blood that caked onto his cheek. Wind rushed pass him, bringing Ben's scent to him and he found himself lifting his nose to it. His body shivered with the fading remnants of last nights previous...onslaught before he leaped off. For whatever reason that darker side of him was after Ben. Hunted him feverishly and it wasn't to tear into him like the rest of those useless bags of flesh.

'...there's nothing for me here.'

He caught the end of the phrase as he landed silently just a few feet behind Ben. Blood was obvious over his nude body, but Damian didn't care. He studied the back of Ben's head trying to figure out why he had went after the brat. Wasn't he just going to let Ben go? Just so he didn't have to deal with these confusion emotions and the, dare he say, fright of having another one walk out on him? His hair blew into his eyes and he finally shifted. "Perhaps...that it really isn't me chasing those close to me away. Perhaps it's them assuming I said something from what I really meant," His voice came in a low snarl, one that he had not intended to force onto Ben. Auburn still speckled his eyes as the moon had yet to fully set.

He strode closer to Ben, step after step he prowled up to Ben until they were but inches apart. "I'm sick and tired of letting pests like you into my life. Allowing you to pierce through my resolve and sheilds, telling you things I would never tell another soul," He shoved his finger rather roughly against Ben's chest with a glare before his hand lifted and gently touched his cheek while his gaze seemed to soften, "I was so willing to let the past ones go...but you Benjamin. You will not escape me so easily. You can run from this place, you can run away from me all you like Ben. Though don't think for one second that you won't feel me. That you won't crave me, or not ever think of me," His smirk was dark and rather vicious as he trailed his fingers down Ben's neck and pushed into the brat's jacket to reveal his marked shoulder. "You belong to me Ben. You'll never get that mark off you unless I fully release you. As much as I'm sure you would like me too, I find that I can't," He glared again, angered as he stared at the mark on Ben's neck.

"You've dumped your poison into me and...now all I want is you. Your blood drives me insane, your taste to me is an aphrodisiac. Your...very existence has me on my knees for you...." He lifted his glittered emerald eyes as he pressed his lips firmly together as he smoothed his thumb over the bite marks. "It infuriates me...that you can bring these emotions out of me. That you can leave me nauseous with the very threat of leaving. Yet...I am very unwilling to let you just walk out on me like the others have," He frowned looking from one eye to the next. Nor had he meant to spurt off so much about things he, himself, didn't understand. Though, as much as Damian may deny later, it was the truth. Ben, whether he knew it or not, had Damian wrapped up and leashed. Ironic wasn't it? Damian removed his hand from Ben's neck and stepped away as he lifted his gaze to the rising sun. "Leave if you want to Ben. I'm not stopping you, just remember you'll be injuring an already wounded beast," He didn't turn to look at Ben as he rubbed his side where he could feel tiny nicks that stung just a tad to grab his attention. Well...that must have meant he had more than just a feast last night.

He blew out a breath of thought before chuckling and turning towards the north; towards his home. His daughter would be waiting for him. Seeing as he had been gone for weeks. Damian would need to wash up before going home though. A good few hours of soaking should do him enough good for him to be ready for the hyper active nineteen year old and all of the questions she may throw at him. He rubbed his chin for a moment before simply shrugging and stepping away from Ben. It was a decision Ben would have to make. Damian, though unwilling to remove his mark, would let Ben leave. He'd be more willing to let Ben go if it made him happy, then force him to stay and be miserable. He stretched his arms over his head, stretching out cramped muscles. "Hrm...wonder what Buu's makin me for dinner," He grinned to himself as he began to slowly make his way home.