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Letting out a growl you kept walking behind the female of the different species. Keeping silent you listened as (NAME) had started humming, it was a tuned that he was unfamiliar to you. But, all the same, you like the way it sounded more or less because of her voice, there's so many things wrong with you! Starting off you had been helped to realize something, something that you probably would've never once known in 1 million sweeps or you wouldn't want to happen and that many. It was all thanks to my morial, if it wasn't freak that you never have to deal with this realization, why those lewd thoughts were coming up earlier; you had the biggest flush-crush on this little mutant. And the worst thing was, well at least to you, that there was nothing you could do about this.
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-Your POV-
It's been a few days since the Highblood had followed you about while you were doing your chores, but you had noticed a slight change in his actions toward you. When you first arrived, he was extremely hostile to you, but now... It was strange; he wanted you around him more often and went as far as to change your chores list to put you in a closer proximity to the throne room. Also, when you had finished with your deeds he required that you report to his side as soon as you could. For some reason this put you even more on guard.
What was he up to..? Why with the sudden change of, well, PERSONALITY?! He is suppose to be a ruthless killer that didn't give two shits about anyone, epically not his servants! So, why with all the closeness? What was he planning to do with you?
These were just a few of the thoughts that ran through your head as you sat on the top step in front of the throne. You didn't very much like the floor, but it was this or the troll's lap. And you know how that ended.
Another low-blooded troll was brought in and the male called your name, pulling you from your thoughts and making you perk up to look at him. He looked down at you and nodded his head to the troll.
"What?" you ask bluntly still a bit dazed from your thoughts to process what he wanted.
"Kill the lil' motherfucker," he stated plainly.
"Why should I?" you asked, and this caught the attention of the troll before you and the two guards posted at the door.
Glancing at the others he frowned, "Because I all up and motherfuckin' told you to, (NAME)."
"You don't sound very demanding about that, I mean using ones name in a demand?" you leaned back on your elbows looking up at the much taller male, "Not very convincing if you ask me." He growled at this, he still loses his temper a bit with you now and again; you chuckled.
"Chill your highness, I'm on it," you rolled your eyes him getting up and approaching the, now trembling, troll. It wasn't too often that he asked you to do this, but he does every now and then, so you just do it.
The troll couldn't have been more than thirteen, fourteen (human) years old and once you got closer to him you could see the fear shining though his rust-colored eyes. You did feel sorry for the kid, but you just did your job. And just as the Highblood had instructed you the first time, you pulled out the survival knife he allowed you to keep, and mouthed a 'Sorry' to him before kicking him onto his back harshly.
He yelped a bit and you pounced onto him pinning him before he tried to squirm away. Once pinning him, you placed a cut along his chest, cutting from his collar bone to just above where a belly-button would be. He yelled loudly as his shirt was cut open and rust liquid leaked from the wound.
Drawing a cut down each of his arms, you tried to get the arteries to make him go a bit quicker, linking the three cuts at the base of his neck. He continued to scream, as the male behind you just laughed manically. Sending the long knife deep into his side you laughed lightly at the pathetic sound he made, you couldn't help it was the blood-lust that saw it funny, as he tried to struggle against your grip. You twisted the blade in the wound, opening it wide, blood gushed out along with a few pieces of meat you didn't want to care about.
Pulling the knife form the gaping hole, you planted in the other side of his rib cage. This earned another blood curdling screech from the young boy and a boom of laughter from behind you. Your eyes hazed as the lust of the kill started to take over; this has only ever happened one other time, but that is another story.
Once the haze left your eyes and you could see clearly again, you were standing over a mutilated grey and rust colored glob. If you haden't of known better you would have guessed someone dropped ground beef onto the place before you, but you knew you had done this to that poor troll boy. There was nothing more you could do so you went back to your seat on the top step silently; not allowing the expression of grief of what you'd done to rise to your features.
As your gaze dropped to your feet you noticed you were drenched in the rust liquid. A shiver ran down your spine and you couldn't have been more disgusted with yourself. Letting out a sigh you looked up to the Highblood as he called your name an amused smirk decorating his lips.
"Well, well, motherfucker's been holding out on me, huh?" he teased you leaning on the armrest closest to you. You just shrugged; to horrified with your actions to speak. He just chuckled and went back to his usual activity of subjugglating (A/N: I have no clue if that is the right word). The day ended fairly quickly and you retreated to the resprit-block that you and the hive owner shared quickly, wanting to forget today as fast as you could.
Once there you finished bathing, you were climbing into the plush bed and grabbing your phone, quickly put in the ear-buds to drownd out the world with music. The indigo-blooded troll crawled into the huge bed with you, as he had started doing, you had actually started to like to have the cooler body next to you. It was quite comfortable, with heat that the thick covers provided he helped to balance out the warmth. Though, tonight (A/N: You know what I mean, I know the trolls sleep in the daytime) you were doubtful of a decent sleep, with that memory already eating at your brain you were sure to dream of the horrid night.
You were already hating the night's sleep as you drifted off seeing the bloody images flash behind your eyelids; friends and family's limbs scattered about the old place, the one you use to call home.
-GHB's POV-
You slipped into the human bed next to your flush-crush and your hemo-pumper quickened when she moved closer to you; snuggling herself into your bare chest (A/N: Man I have a lot of these this chapter, but he only sleeps in pants that is why he has no shirt). The small female had started to drift off, but something told you to not go to sleep just yet and watch the girl.
Unsure as to why you had this feeling you didn't close your eyes once. Hours passed by and you watched over (NAME). Every now and then she'd let out a small whine or tremble slightly, but you passed it off as nothing, for a light shoosh-papping and all was fine.
-Author's POV-
Or so it seemed to you, you had no clue as to what was running through the girls head, the screams that fill her dreaming ears. If only you knew to wake her and be the one she'd hold, the shoulder she'd need to cry on as she told you about all the horrid things she'd done to the ones she loved most. Oh, Highblood, wont you please just wake her? No, you can't; for you have started to slip off yourself. Sorry, dearest reader, looks as though you have to deal with your past on your own in the next chapter.
Goodbye my dears!
