A/N: Hey, everyone! Welcome to my new story! If you're a fan of another of mine, great. If not, welcome to my kinds of stories. I hope you enjoy and I'd love any feedback you have, especially if its good!
Chapter 1
Eri's Pov
I was currently leaning against the brick building in the shadows of the night. If I had heard the chimes correctly a few minutes ago, it couldn't be too much past one a.m. Another couple walked past me and I pulled my dark black hoodie tighter around me, hiding my face within its comforting shade.
'Just because it's a lovey-dovey holiday, doesn't mean you need throw it in people's faces...' I thought, barfing internally as the man pull the woman once again under his arms and kissed her forehead. Talk about typical...
I had been trying to lay low for a-while while I stayed in this small town, but a few nights ago, I got the urge to start killing again. They just made it so easy, with all their trust in the government here in America.
I was currently looking for my next victim for an hour now, watching people go by, deciding that I would try to get one more in before the bus back home came. I could have just teleported home, but where's the fun with that? However, I was gravely disappointed when the bus pulled up at the stop not too far from me. I grabbed my bag and entered the bus, scanned the bus's interior for a seat, finding it almost empty, before my eyes landing on an interesting form. I walked down the aisle of the bus until I stopped at just what I was looking for.
A boy no more than twenty with dirty blonde hair sat on the bus in the back; and when I say dirty, I mean it literally. He fast asleep, his cheeks tinted pink and his breath slow. His too slender frame was slumped against the window when I put my bag in the overhead above and sat down beside him. 'He looks like he hasn't eaten in a few days.'
The bus jolted forward as it started back up and the boy slumped against my side, his slender frame pressed warmly against mine. I looked down at his thinner frame and couldn't resist bringing one hand to the boy's face, my fingers brushing his soft eyelashes, then his cheeks, then those plump, pink lips...
The boy let out a soft sigh and nuzzled against my hand, sleepy. I felt a spark of what felt like a tiny electric current ran up my arm, creating a warm feeling inside of me that I'd never felt before. Once it began faded away, I chuckled softly, before I resumed the tracing of his lower lip. "Nnh..." he let out a soft whine, his face flushed pink. He squirmed slightly and leaned his head in the crook of my shoulder, his lips soft on my fingers. 'He's kind of cute...Maybe I can keep him around for a while...' I thought, softly.
Gabriel's Pov
I was jolted once again on this stupid bus and I cracked an eye open slowly to be met with a pretty face. Her dark brown eyes shining down at me through a dark black hood on her head, one eye was shielded a small amount by a thick piece of auburn hair. I glanced down her body, my gaze meeting a black hoodie jacket that my hand was involuntarily clenching just below her well-endowed chest along with dark jeans.
"Wha-Who are you?" I asked sleepily, reaching my free hand up to rub my eye.
I saw her smile and just about when she opened her mouth to answer, I heard two of my biggest nightmares speak.
"Hey, why isn't it the little faggot from school!" Ethan announced to his friend next to him. 'When did he get on?' I thought, realizing that there was only the four of us on the bus at the moment, with Ethan and his friend sitting across from us at the back of the bus. He was one of the sportier guys at my college that began to bully me after I accidently ran into him at orientation last year. He would slip nasty messages under my dorm room door and even went as far as to leave a dead animal at my door. It was a disgusting mess to clean up, as well.
"Leave me alone, Ethan," I said timidly, feeling my spirit slipping low.
"Why would I listen to a little punk like you? You're such an unworthy piece of nothing," he smirked and I flinched into my seat. The girl beside me must have felt it, as I felt her shake under my hand before standing up. I assumed it was fear and was just about to comfort her and apologize for getting her into this mess, when she surprised me. She sent a look my way, which was only obvious because she turned her head my way, before stalking over to the boys. I tried to grab her arm to stop her, but she moved to fast for me.
"Aren't you a little too old to be name calling?" She sneered.
"Who are you?" Ethan looked her up and down with a leer, "And why would you hang with the pussy when you could be hanging with me?"
Without a word, the girl picked Ethan up by the front of the shirt, making all of us gasp. I saw a small glimpse of fear cross Ethan's face before his smirked returned, "Oh, aren't you so strong, little one?"
In one movement, she shoved Ethan up against the back of the bus and a small pocket knife was produced from, what seem to be, thin air.
"You tell me," I heard her say as he pressed the knife to Ethan's neck.
Ethan nodded quickly, but gentle enough to avoid having the blade pierce his skin.
"Now, you're going to apologize to my friend here before anything else can happen."
"I'm sorry, Gabriel!" Ethan yelled as he gulped down the sobs forming in his throat.
I covered my mouth in horror as I nodded, but a small, dark part of me enjoyed seeing my tormentor of sorts be put into this type of position.
"Quiet down, kid!" The bus driver yelled, without turning his head from the road.
"Let's play a little game, shall we?" My savior smiled," If the bus driver stays silent for the rest of the ride, you get to live another day. If not... well, I guess this bus will need a new interior paint job..."
Ethan gulped.
The silence only lasted for five minutes, the most.
"Will you just calm down?!" Ethan's friend, Eric, pleaded.
"Will you brats just shut the hell up already!" The driver grumbled.
Within seconds of the last word of the driver's statement, we heard the slice and blood splashed.
I screamed, cowering in my seat at the site of my savior-turned-madwoman.
"Oops, my blade slipped," she said sweetly. I saw as she turned to Ethan's friend before stabbing him in the stomach.
"That's for letting him say such rude things," she stated before turning to the bus driver.
"Can you drive another few miles and then stop at this address, sir?"
I saw the exact moment when the driver realized the situation, as he turned to accept the paper the girl handed him with the address and automatically paled at the sight of, what I could imagine, the blood covering her clothing. I saw him nod slowly before whispering something as he glanced back at me. The girl glanced back as well before shaking his head in a "No" motion. The driver gave a grateful look before turning back to the road and the girl walked back my way.
My heart began to race out of fear and I soon saw blackness.
Eri's Pov
All I could hear right now was the continuous spill of blood from the one my boy referred to as "Ethan" and the echoing pleads of his companion. Oh, how I wish I could just put that one out of his misery already, but I knew it would be next to impossible to do so without scaring my little one.
I glanced toward him now. Gabriel. The name fit him, really. He was yet again passed out against the window and I chuckled. 'I really hope this isn't a habit of his...' I crossed the distance between him and I, standing over him while I contemplated my decision.
'What am I going to do? I can't let him in my house; into my world. He wouldn't understand...He couldn't handle me coming home every night cover in another person's blood... But at least for tonight, I'll have him stay with me at my house, then I'll figure out what I'm going to do with him. It's the least I could do for scaring him this bad...'
Making my decision, I grabbed his bag and settled him in my arms walked down the bus aisle. I reached the front of the bus, I paused before turning back to address the bus driver, "I appreciate your professionalism in the situation and I thank you for the ride."
He nodded towards me before looking at me unsure.
"What is it?" I asked.
"Do you need help carrying him?" He asked, his eyes caste downwards, avoiding my gaze.
"No," I smiled, "I'm stronger than I look, trust me."
I then went on my way to my home. Most would assume that my love for victory and trophies like my brother would translate to my living space, but I still related with my Spartan lifestyle. I owned only what I considered to be the necessaries, which was just fine for the few who lived with me. It wasn't much of a large house, probably just enough for two or three bedrooms, and a few other rooms.
Knowing that no one would be home tonight, I opened the door with a loud creek before slamming it shut behind me and putting the bags down just inside the door. I successfully walked through the long hall and up the stairs without waking Gabriel and I felt a small amount of pride for doing so. I could smell a small wintergreen candle burning somewhere in the house and I sneezed in disgust. I was more of a cinnamon and copper kind-of girl; you know?
I walked into my room and was about to place him atop my bed, but thought otherwise and continued through the connecting bathroom onto to a rarely used bedroom. I cursed Sisy for not cleaning up this room before slithering off to wherever he goes when his presence isn't required. His clothing littered the floor and after I set Gabriel down, I knew I would have to clean it up in here.
I laid him down gently and covering him with the bent back comforter. With a soft hand, I brushed his hair out of his face, feeling the same feeling of warmth as I did back at the bus. 'What is this feeling?'
