Disclaimer: I do not own nor claim The Chronicles of Vladimir Tod. All rights belong to Heather Brewer.
~~~A/N I feel like I haven't worked on this story in months. Its only been a few weeks lol ^.^ I want to try to get myself writing A LOT this coming weekend. I wanna start my VK sequel. Cuz I think my Vlad Tod story is close to being finished. IDK though XD my mom wanted me to call this chapter "Love Tunnel"...I took it really wrong. I looked at her and said "Next time you talk to a gay guy, be sure to tell him he's got a love tunnel." We died XD anywhore, enjoy~~~
~~~ Also, theres another bad thing in this chapter,. Actually, most of it is bad. So WARNING!~~~
Chapter Seven: Vicious Cycle
Winter was fast approaching, and Vlad was nervous. Otis was on his way home. The way his last letter was written made it sound like Vikas was coming with him. That made him even more nervous.
He was pacing around the living room, Henry watching his every move. They were waiting for Otis, and potentially the burly Russian, to arrive. Nelly was in the kitchen, cleaning up from dinner.
"Would you sit, Vlad? You're making me tired."
Vlad sat next to Henry.
"What if he gets mad? What if he doesn't want to see me anymore?"
"I don't think he'd do that to you. And if he does, then fuck him for not accepting you for who you are you."
Vlad smiled at the blonde.
"And they say blondes are dumb."
Henry made a face at him, a very stupid one, and got Vlad to laugh.
"Laughing is good for you."
Henry hugged Vlad. They were only able to sit like that for a moment before they heard Otis's rusty, beat up excuse of car. Two doors slammed. Vikas was with him. Vlad felt his heart beat faster. That scared him even more.
If Otis gets mad, what will Vikas do? Will he side with me? Will he agree with Otis?
Vlad was staring at the leg of the coffee table when his uncle walked in. He could barely register the low rumble that was Vikas talking to Nelly.
"..vlad...Vlad!" The words sounded muffled, like he was hearing them from under ground. He snapped out of it when Otis grabbed his shoulders and shook him once.
"Otis. Hi. Sorry."
"What was that?"
Vlad just looked up at Otis. He shrugged. Otis gave him a dirty look.
"Vlad."
Vlad sighed and looked down. "...We.. We need to talk."
"About what?" Otis sat down, looking concerned.
"I don't want you to be mad or anything."
"What would I have to be mad about?"
Vlad began to pick at threads fraying from a hole in his jeans. He was stalling.
"Vlad? What happened?"
"This summer, well, uh... it.. was... difficult. To say the least."
"Why? Vlad. Just get to the point."
Vlad flinched at Otis's tone. Henry glared at Otis.
"I got hurt. Bad. I almost died."
"What?! Who hurt you?"
"... I did..."
"Vladimir. You tried to kill yourself. May I ask why?"
Otis sounded genuinely concerned.
"Too much was changing. Everyone was gonna leave. I couldn't handle it. People at school got worse. Nothing was good. I... I wanted to see my parents again."
"Oh Vlad. Why did you think I would be mad. I'm thankful that you're still here."
"That isn't what I thought you'd be mad about. Well, not so much mad as disgusted."
Otis gave him a questioning look. Henry grabbed his hand, knowing Vlad needed the support.
"I kinda started dating the one who helped me get through that."
"Well. That's not disgusting. Does she go to this school, or in Stokerton?"
"Neither. I'm with... Henry."
Otis did look grossed out. He stood up and walked into the kitchen.
"Otis!"
Vlad stood and followed him into the kitchen.
"Nelly! Did you know about Vlad?"
"Know what. That's he's dating Henry?"
"Yes!"
"Of course I did. What's so wrong about that?"
Vlad had stopped in the doorway.
"Otis. If you think its so fucking disgusting, don't run like a bitch to her. Say it to my face."
"Vlad. You're both boys. That, in and of itself is wrong. But in addition to that, he's your drudge."
"I don't care. Neither does he. We're in love. How is love bad?"
"You're too young to know if its love. A boy like him only wants sex. He probably thinks he loves you because of being your blood slave."
Vlad looked like he'd been slapped.
"Otis," Vikas deep voice rumbled in the kitchen, "That's no way to speak to your nephew."
"Vikas. Stay out of this. How would you feel if your only family just told you that?"
"I would be happy that they were happy, regardless of who they loved."
Otis looked at Vlad like one would look at something dead. Vlad couldn't take it. Vlad turned around and ran as fast as he inhumanly could. Before anyone could say anything, he was gone.
Henry glared at Otis once again.
"Look what you did!"
That was all Henry said before also running off in search of the emotional vampire.
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Vlad was sitting in the dirt, looking down at his parents graves. He was cut up because he had run carelessly through the woods. Once he'd arrived in the graveyard, he had began to cry. Hard. He couldn't even see.
"Mom. Dad. I'm so sorry. I couldn't save you. I keep doing the wrong things, no matter how right they feel. I mean, how much everyone hates me must mean that I'm not meant to be...Mom... Nelly says I sing like you. I remember you used to sing to me when there was a storm and I would get scared. I miss it. I miss you. And dad. Otis is always telling me that I am so much like you. Vikas even gave me a nickname. Mahlyenki Dyavol. They are both impressed with how powerful I am. I love you both so much. And I can't apologize enough, but I have to do this."
Vlad stood. He pulled a box cutter out of his back pocket. He pushed the blade out and stared at the way the moon glinted on the metal. He lifted his left wrist and put the blade to his skin. He pushed it deep into the vein and drew it up. He savored the feeling of cold metal inside his skin. The contrast of cool metal and hot blood. He closed his eyes and pictured all the pain and regret flowing out in a terribly beautiful waterfall. He drew the blade up his arm again and again. As he did it, a morbid rhyme he found online went through his mind.
I'm gonna draw a picture...
A picture with a twist...
I'll draw it with a razor blade...
I'll draw it on my wrist...
Blood was rushing down his arm. He stopped cutting and let his arm fall to his side. Blood dripped from his fingertips into the dirt of his parents graves. His arm was shredded, and if he were human, again, he would have already died. He dropped the box cutter to the dirt. He could tell he had severed nerves, as he couldn't move his fingers.
He collapsed, thinking that Henry was better off, as was everyone else. As his vision faded to black, sneakers were running towards him.
Henry had found him.
Possibly too late.
CLIFFHANGER! Because I suck XD so yeah. Yes I know. I'm f***ing Vlad's life. No flamage for it please. Cuz trust me, it makes the healing process that much sweeter. and people I know that tried it once, tried it again, even when they had someone like Henry there for them. ANYWAY Leave me reviews my lovelies! Motivate me! XD Hope you enjoyed chapter 7! and I don't know who came up with the rhyme. It's one me and one of my friends found on google.
