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Okay just 2 let u know this fic with ramble from first 2 second person quite a bit: )
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The chapter is from the amazing Our brother the Native, which I also don't own: D
She rested her head against the hard surface of the table, feeling the vibrations of the world swirling around her. With both eyes closed she ran her fingers over the rough wooden groves. It was sticky.
'I hate you when you're like this!' Her companions snarl filtered through the darkness. Generally she would play along but she was tired, tired suddenly of everything.
'Fucking snap out of it yeah, you just need to feed.' She wasn't hungry. She craved something else, something to fill her up inside to take away the emptiness. Anthrax the girl seated next to her would never understand such hunger, she was a blunt instrument. Passion drove her; the passion to feed, to fuck, to steal and to kill. Anthrax wasn't stupid, she was anything but out of the two of them in fact she was probably the more intelligent she could think on her feet, where Ebola had always required a running start. It was just that she was lazy. She never thought about anything too deeply or for too long.
'I do not need to,' Ebola closed her mouth her eyes suddenly snapping open revealing one milky lens and one dark ebony pupil. She smelt it, something she had only smelt once before and that had been on Anthrax. She smelt magic, real magic. It was distant and just residual, but it lit up the inside of her nose. It intrigued her.
'You, come here.' Anthrax's commanded the stranger, noticing the change in Ebola. Ebola couldn't fight the smile, which threatened to upturn the corners of her scarlet mouth. Even now after so many years, after so many fights they still both wanted to make the other happy.
The stranger obediently followed Anthrax's command. It was a boy, a young man with overly style glossy shoulder length jet black hair and large; unusually large piercing blue eyes. He was pretty despite the angular nature of his pale features. So pretty in fact that it would be easy to mistake him at first for a peculiar looking girl, easy for anyone other than Anthrax and Ebola. He was drunk slurring his words and sloshing a pink cocktail dangerously around in its glass. If he spilt that drink on Anthrax; Ebola knew that she would lunge across the table and snap his slender neck with one twist. But thankfully he didn't, he just mumbled on drunkenly hypnotising Ebola with his smell. She listened to the sound of his heart beating thundering against his ribs, she wondered if he knew there was a hole in that heart of his; the rhythm beating out of sink every now and then.
'Go and get us a drink and we'll think about it.' Anthrax smiled, her fangs catching the light. Dutifully he stumbled off in the direction of the bar.
'Do you want him? Or should I have him? Or do you want to share him?' Anthrax turned in her seat twisting against the worn leather making it squeal and twist beneath her; as she bombarded Ebola with a sudden flurry of questions. Ebola thought for a few moments.
'Mind you there ain't much to go around, if you want him just this once you can have him.'
'Just this once?' Ebola raised her eyebrow, wondering when the power had shifted in their dynamic.
'Touch him.' Ebola breathed as he made his way back to the table, completely oblivious to the fate they had been planning for him.
'What, why?' Anthrax complained bitterly.
'Just do it Mary, just touch him tell me what you see.'
'Don't call me that.' Anthrax warned the tone of her voice growing harsh and dark.
Despite her initial resistance when he came back to the table she reached out her hand lacing her fingers across his own trembling digits as she retrieved her drink from his grasp. It only took a few moments and when it was done it was as if nothing had happened at all, but it had happened Ebola had seen it.
The night dragged on for them at least Anthrax and Ebola sat there watching him get drunker and drunker longing to share the information, which they knew the other now possessed. Finally he left the table and they were alone again.
'Tell me what you saw?'
'No. You tell me what you smelt first.' Ebola wrinkled her nose dragging the moment out taking a sip from her drink.
'Very well, he smells like you.' She informed casually.
'Me!' Anthrax gasped dramatically.
'You. What did you see?'
Fidgeting on the spot she twisted under Ebola's penetrating gaze.
'He lives in a hovel with an idiot, some kind of primate and a, well you already know don't you.' She sulked pouting as she folded her arms tightly across her chest. Ebola grinned running her fingers under her the soft cool flesh of her companions chin, Anthrax pulled away.
'Dee, my dearest heart my,'
'Cut the mushy crap; that stopped working a century ago.' Anthrax sneered.
'So I guess this means we can't eat him then.'
'Not tonight no. We need him to invite us back to that little hovel of his first.'
Frustrated Anthrax drummed her short nails against the table, letting the repetitive thudding drill a hole in Ebola's brain. Ebola leaned in close pressing her body flush against the side of her companions form her breath hot against the hollow of her neck.
'But I promise once we've done a little 'investigating' we can eat them all him, the idiot, the primate and the Shaman.'