Tryan wasn't anywhere to be found. Hallelujah.
It was night-time-ish, maybe ten or so. It was a full moon out, and by the air that was rustling into my room by the window it was apparently humid and warm.
My fever which had taken place a few days ago was dead and gone—and oh! I've been traveling on this road to long, just trying to find my wake back home, but the old me's dead and gone, dead and gone—so now i was 'healthy' i guess you could say.
I didn't even know i had a fever, i mean yeah, there were allot of times where i felt unbearably hot but i shivered with coldness, and sometimes i would get light headed, but i though that was because of me drinking blood. But that really didn't matter anymore.
Tryan was officially haunting me. He was always around me. Even in my fucking dreams! It was annoying. And in school, he had already been targeted.
(((Flash Back)))________________________________________________________________
I sat with Vlad at the secluded lunch table, staring at him as he wrote into his journal.
His black locks covered him face mostly, but i could see the determinedness in his eyes and his grip on the pencil stiff. He was occasionally glancing up to look at me, because he already noticed i was staring at him at him endlessly. I always stared at my rose. And every time i smirked at his fight against himself not to blush and yell at his length to stay down.
Vampire cuteness.
Finally,
Stop staring at me perv
I smirked. You seem to like it. My hand brushed against his thigh under the table, coming dangerously close to his crotch.
"Ngh," Vlad groaned, thrusting his head down so it was invisible by his black locks. I heard the pencil snap, and then fall to the floor.
S-stop.....!
His plea made me smirk wider. Does he not understand that if he did that with any vampire besides me they would fuck the life out of him?
I groped the bulge in his pants, masterfully massaging it.
He wont fight back because he's enjoying this so much.....
"THAT A LIE!!!"
The sudden exaggerated exclaimed thought made my hand snap back to my side.
My vlad didn't move from him position—probably because he didn't want me to see his face.
But i could here the silent shaky breathes.
Im sorry.
No your not.
It was silent.
Then, i felt shadows over me. I looked up to see the blonde i had seen at Vlad's house, and the guy i had fought, and i girl, and others.
They all had smiles on their faces—except for the henry guy and 'Shane'. They just looked uncomfortable.
I couldn't help but stare at Henry. He had hurt Vlad. I wanted to destroy him even more then i wanted to rape vlad. How could he hurt someone as adorable and innocent like this half-breed in front of me?
All i had to do was push into his mind and then he would be.......
Don't even think about it.
I growled inwardly.
He's a sick bastard. He left you out in the cold, i replied mentally.
Don't. I don't care, it was his choice. After all , i am a freak.
Hmf.
Finally, one of the blonde-ish-orange haired girl spoke(Henry's hand was around her shoulder)
"We want you to join are group."
Her voice was smooth and clean, but somehow.....i hated it.
Almost immediately after she spoke her sentence, i felt a deep depression. Not me, but......Vlad.
A smirk invaded my lips.
Aww, Vlad, im not going to leave you!
Go to hell you sick bastard. I don't care.
He does....
The popular group was staring at me, waiting for my answer. I could feel Shane's anger—he obviously didn't like this—and i could feel Henry's uneasiness—he sure didn't want to be by his ex-friend.
The words were easy, because talking to these idiots were easy.
"No."
Vlad's head snapped up to look at me in shock. His eyes were wide and mouth open.
The one question: Why?
The answer was quite obvious though. I didn't want to be popular. I already was in my way. And i liked being by Vlad. He was so Cute! And i had to protect him, and i can't do that if im off somewhere else.
"W-what?," the popular group stuttered. They were surprised.
"W-why? Why would you want to hang out with that freak!?," Shane hissed.
I rolled my eyes. "You call him a freak when you're the one molesting him?"
H-HOW THE FUCK DID YOU—
Shhhhh, i ordered.
A vein pulsed on Shane's head after he got past the dumbstruck face. "What the fuck are you tal—"
I stood up. The popular group stepped back—except for Shane, who looked as if he was going to blow up in fury.
'How did he know that? Only the guys know that!,' he thought.
I smirked. "You see, i know when something's going wrong with my dear friend over there," i spoke, pointing at Vlad who was just flat out staring at me.
I put my arm around Shane in a friendly way, causing him to go tense.
I went right up to his ear "It was on his upper back just only a centimeter below the rim of his shirt. You should be more careful," I whisper.
Shane trembles.
(I also notice the whole lunch room has gone quiet and im the center of attention. Whoopie.)
"So, how bout you keep your grubby hand off him and never come near us again."
It was not a question.
I smile, patting his on the back and then returning to the table.
No one moves.
MOVE
The popular group suddenly starts walking away, wondering why their bodies are moving from my mental command.
I look back to Vlad.
"Told you."
(((End of Flash Back)))__________________________________________________________
He completely humiliated me!
It was so damn embarrassing!
I sigh, getting up from my computer chair and walking over to my closet.
Since Tryan's not here, i can do this.
I shove open the doors, and take out a small case in the middle of the floor.
I stare at the case for a long time, then, i slowly start unzipping it, and then throw up the top half, revealing the contense.
Inside it lay a cherry red violin—formally known as the Red Violin's Double.
Obviously since i didn't say "Red Violin" it is not so.
This is the twin instrument for the Red Violin, one which was made one month after it to play duets. They are both apparently haunted. Maybe they are.
You are probably wondering, how did i get such a thing?
Yeah, well, you probably wont believe me. I had found it by the lake outside the school one day, under a tree in full blossom.
(((Flash Back)))____________________________________
I was making a round along the rim of the lake, thinking.
I had my hands shoved into my pockets, and i was examining the world around me.
The sun was setting, sending hues of purples and pinks falling across the sky in mixing colors. The sun was set in deep orange, a black rim around it. It was three-fourths of the way under the earths surface, and the first hint of the stars reflected off the lake.
The lake was grey-ish, and shimmering. With my closeness to it, i could see the orange and black and red and yellow koi fish swimming around, showing off their amazing colors. A creature so beautiful, and one that has someone to always be around.....someone like themselves....
I should stop thinking right there and then, but i couldn't.
I missed my parents, which i had murdered with my stupidity. I missed Nelly, who had once brought sunlight into my hopeless life. I miss Otis, who had cared for me when i had never trusted him. And i missed Henry, who had just ended our relationship this morning.
The pain that racked my heart was unbearable, and always tugging at me. How pitiful was i?
I shouldn't go home tonight, i concluded.
I blinked slowly. Nelly wouldn't notice. She was too busy......far too busy for me.....someone so useless.
Then, as i reopened my eyes, something caught my eyes.
I froze, and then walked over to it.
A tree. It was golden brown, and it looked like a grandpa. It had all these curves and holes and lines. It was twisted and looked like it had been around for years. The roots were ginormous, and i bet someone could trip over one, the was they were hidden and reopened in and out of the soil. Lushes green leaves spiraled up the trunk it's branches, and dark red flowers with gold centers popped in the leaves. But even though this certain tree was quite magnificent and amazing, there was something exceedingly more pulchritudinous.
Nestled in the middle of a pile of leaves from the wintered season lay an instrument.
It was a violin......but there was something more to it.
It was large to a violinist standard(don't ask me why i know that) and it had a toned, rich, burgundy-ish color that tinted into different shades as it ran down the wood. The Chin Rest and Scroll was a dark brown like a sepia, and then bridge was tan. The finger board was dark black, along with the pegs, tail piece, end pin, and perfling(which went around the circumference of the violin). There were five strings—which was odd, because violins only have four: E, A, D, G—but no. This instrument had E, A, D, G, and C—which make it a viola too. (Viola: A, D, G, C)
The bow was the same color of the violin, and the bow hair(made by horse hair) was clean and un-dirtied.
The violin and it's bow was luring me closer like a brownie would do to a child and blood would do for a vampire.
I was looking at it.....hungrily.
I wanted to touch it.
I slowly reached out my hand and grabbed the violin. It felt like heaven in my hands. It was.......warm. Like it was alive. It was amazing. My heart gave a thump as i grabbed the bow and it fit perfectly in my grip.
I had had encounters with the violin and viola and cello before, and i knew how to play one very well. My parents put me in a class when i was little, and i did it for four years. But ever since they died......
I raised the violin to my neck, resting my cheek on its chin rest. (It's odd it's called a chin rest since you put your cheek on it and not your chin don't you think?)
And without even the shoulder rest—which i never used in the first place—it went perfectly between my face and shoulder(and neck).
I slowly lifted up the bow and placed it on the string silently.
I then did an up bow on the A string, and a harmonized sound filled the area. The bow didn't need Rosen—which was surprising. This thing.....how long had it been laying out here?
But i wasn't really thinking about that; i was thinking about the beautiful and mesmerizing sound that i had just played.
What was this thing?
(((End of Flash Back)))__________________________________________________________
I ended up googling it and finding out about it.
I rarely played the violin; i don't know why, i just didn't play it that often.
It always made me feel hungry when i did, and i couldn't play it when Nelly or anyone was around.
But right now, not Nelly, nor Otis, nor Henry, nor Tryan was around, and i was feeling very odd at the moment and wanted to play it.
It would be for a short time of course—even the two minutes a played on it once before made me pass out from my feeding-on-my-flesh frenzy.
I really did need to be more careful. Especially with Tryan around now. I didn't even know why he was around.....he just 'showed up'. Otis sent me a letter saying that he was a 'friend' and that's it. Literally.
I sighed, and took out "Blood". It was the name i had given this violin due to the color and what it does to me.
I walked out my room, and then slowly went down the stairs, taking in shallow breathes.
It was already pulling me in.
Finally, i appeared in the center of the living room.
It was silent except for the ticks of the clock.
Tick.....tick.......tick.....
I would play a fast song.
Senna.
I put the bow on the string, and then, i thrust it down. And then up.
My fingers played against the board frantically as my forearm moved up and down and in different angles.
My heart was racing i started thrusting my head and body, groaning with the pleasure that was filling me.
If you have ever seen the anime show 'bleach' and the movie 'memories of no body' you would know this song.
It was fast pace and filled with complicated movements to some. To me, it was easy and my heart was racing with glee.
My fingers were practically dancing across the finger board and shaking as they did the vibrato.
I had never learned this song in my life. I had never seen the notes and i had only heard it once when it was on 'one' volume level.
But i was playing it like a master.
Finally, as i ended with my pinky vibrato, i froze. I was breathing hard—hyperventilating—and my head was pulsing.
I could feel my fangs scraping against my gums, hungry as hell.
My eyes drooped. I felt inspiration.
My fingers started running against the strings, feeling powerful and mighty. The bow was moving like lightning and i was grunting with every thrust at every certain point where i felt it unable to control my power.
If a human or anyone was in front of me right now, they would be dead. Or staring at me with shock at my amazing playing. Or dead.
Time went by quick, my eyes were squeezed shut and teeth were grinding.
Inspiration was something that goes far for me.
"God," i groaned, vibrating and thrusting the bow.
I was going into a black hole. It was sucking me in.
Scenes were flashing before my eyes.
Vampires. Feeding. Victims. Blood. The eye. The fangs. The clothes. The scream.
"STOP!"
Blood and it's bow were suddenly not being played. I was holding them—thank fully—but i was holding them in a way that made them as far to me as possible. The bow was on the right side of me and blood on the left(leveled to my head).
"Hah.....hah......hah.....dammit," i growled.
I felt dizzy and nauseous. I wobbled over to the bed and set Blood and bow on the floor gentle(i think) and then stumbled over to the kitchen where i used the walls and counters for support.
I opened the fridge and numbly reached for anything red.
First item was hot sauce—which i spat out. Why we keep hot sauce in the refrigerator i have no clue. Why we have hot sauce in the first place.......(Nelly and I are not Hot people)
Next time i reached for another I've cold object. I unscrewed the cap and my nose perked up as the sent of blood filled the air.
I groaned and then opened my mouth and it started sliding down my throat. AB. Oh thank you Nelly. I tilted my head back farther to get the rare blood down faster, sucking it in like a sandstorm was suck up sand.
My fangs took it in madly and my tongue was savoring the flavor in it's 'fast-o-quick-' way.
Then it was done.
The bottle dropped to the floor with a clatter. I still felt dizzy. I opened the freezer and then grabbed an ice pack and held it to my head as i leaned on the door.
Calm......calm.........calm.........
Trees are really pretty and green. Lollipops are good. I like bears, their cuddly.
And even though the thoughts were childish and stupid, it managed to calm me down and get me sane again.
My fangs had retracted back and the lust was a faint buzz in the back of my head.
Finally, as i tested my self to walk in a strait line, i was able to come back to myself.
I picked up the violin and turned to walk up the stairs.
"You know, i was surprised how you could do that. You looked like you were about to really give in," said a soft amused whisper in my ear.
I froze—including my air ways.
Tryan's cool hands hooked themselves around my waist. "That was so beautiful. Both songs."
I took in a shaky breathe. I could feel my vampire side stirring, and most of all, my damned arousal. "Let go. Now." It was a command. But shaky. But still.
Tryans and surprisingly let me go. But he turned me around, and grabbed my chin between his thumb and index finger, tilting it up so his eyes could bore into mine.
I glared at him. "What?"
A smirk crossed his face, showing off his white moonlit teeth. "Nothing, Vlad, nothing," he laughed, and then he pat me on the cheek lightly and flopped onto the couch, turning on the t.v and then putting his hands behind his heads.
I stared at him, then 'whatever'ed and turned back and started walking up the stairs.
Stupid bastard.....
No reply.
Good.
I walked into my room and locked the door. I set back blood and it's bow and then hid it again in the closet.
"Time to masturbate........"
I sat on my bed in a corner. I noticed a candle i head still a-lit and forced it with my mind to blow out. I could do such things like that now.
My right hand slowly unbuttoned my pants and unzipped them, and then crept into my underwear. I groped my cock, thrusting my head back as i touched the sensitive skin.
My left hand cruised under my shirt and hoody, lightly brushing against my skin. Then, it gripped on my right small gland, massaging it thoroughly. I knew my left nipple was the most sensitive so i left that one alone.
I pinched and twirled my nipple with the same rhythm as i pumped my cock and thrust into my hand, feeling all pleasure and sensation.
Heat crossed my body, especially my cheeks and cock.
"Im a slut...im such a whory slut......," i groaned, moaning with pleasure as it turned me on. My vision Tryan was right, i love dirty talk. "Oh yeah.....i want you to pump my cock good and hard.
"Ngh........im a bitch.....oh god.....fuck me....ahhn...your so hot....god im such a slutty whore," i moaned.
I felt myself pulling inward, and everything start getting hazy.
"AHN IM SUCH A SLUT!," i screamed as i ejaculated.
God, now i need a fucking tissue, i thought as i licked my hand and saw all the semen i had spread.
I reached under my bed and grabbed a damp towel and started cleaning up.
I hope Tryan is asleep....
No such luck, slut. Hehehe....
Fuck you.
Shortly after that i had fallen asleep, spent and ready for the next machine.
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Wow, seven pages. I've done 10 before though xD Oh, sorry for any mistakes people. You know.....seven pages........who wants to go back and read through all that? I don't......T_T sorry.
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