Was there a point to this chapter? I don't think so. XD.

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Chapter Thirteen – Last Caress Part 2

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Bright ochre eyes stared at the cold, ground underneath him. Bleakness surrounded the world around him and in his hand was a bottle of golden glitter, in the other hand was a thick brush splotched in purple. He turned around and dropped the art materials onto the floor. The ochre-eyed ruler batted his eyelashes and then heard the sound of the door opening as Mark held Shannon by his hands. "Deveraja Darrell. I've brought upon you this human who shall share your customs. He is the Ghost Child as well."

"The Ghost Child…" Darrel wrinkled his nose and held onto Shannon's shoulders to look into those eyes. "Definitely human. The Ghost Child? Does the prophecy say that he's here to end the upcoming war? Sectors are splitting. The demons are all one side…the vampires on another…the ghosts on another…every race is splitting up into different sectors and preparing for war already. I suppose that many humans will be alarmed at the actual existence of these beings but more important…are going to end killed because of them. Humans will be extinct by the end of this battle… though for the Ghost Child…to be completely human…then maybe there is some sort of hope for humans after all."

Darrell stared into Shannon's eyes, cupping Shannon's face. "What are you thinking of?" Darrell seemed shocked.

"Mike."

Darrell's face seemed to almost drain out of its color as Mark held onto Shannon's shoulder. Messy black hair strands were in front of Darrell's face and he found himself slowly coming closer to Shannon and pressing his head against Shannon's neck, his arms around Shannon. "It's warm. It's beautiful. It's art."

"It's love." Mark suddenly said.

Shannon just stared down at Darrell, who seemed to be squeezing onto Shannon tightly, as if he was expecting the sudden warmth into Shannon's body to seep into Darrell's. Darrell moved a bit. "Can you draw it?"

"Draw…love?"

Shannon shrugged and looked down at Darrell's art supplies as he took the paint brush, drawing a picture of Mike. "This is my love." Shannon turned around, his heart slowly pounding as Darrell moved towards him.

"So amateur…yet so beautiful." Darrell wrinkled his nose. "It's the feeling I get when I see this."

"Happiness, warmth…love…closure…" Shannon named them as Darrell nodded his head. "Pain when he's just so away…and all I want to hold onto him again and dance up towards the stars. I need to feel his sweet kiss, his lovely embrace, his beautiful smile, his warmth, his blanket that made my heart flutter…even when he insults me, little hearts around me jump in happiness just because he's talking to me half the time. Usually, the pain silences them."

At that moment, Dylan and Naomi were holding onto Mike's arms and pushing him towards the brilliantly gray-black castle and though carved with beauty, a color of darkness painted across every curve of the castle. Mike was left there, with cuffs in his hands and stared at Shannon, with anger and fury into his eyes. "You bastard! How could you get yourself into more trouble? We have to go back—we fucked up our first mission! How? We need to get back…soon…" Mike told Darrell.

Darrell held onto Mike's shoulders. "Ah. Mike. Our Ravenheart. Isn't he supposed to wed Jeffery?"

"Marry Jeff?" Mike choked back a laugh and Shannon nodded his head, looking away from Mike miserably. "…you must be kidding me! But hell…if it gets me away from Shannon fuck him Moore then I'll be happy to marry my Mother even."

Shannon held his head into his hands. Strength…he needed strength. He nodded to himself and stood there, trying not to burst into tears at that moment. Mike just turned around to look at him and then pushed him away so that strands of blonde hair covered Shannon's face.

"Even your pain is beautiful." Darrell said, holding onto Shannon's shoulder. "…may I please escort him to my room? Before the exchange, I would just like to ask him a few questions if you may."

"Knock yourself out." Mike shrugged.

Darrell grabbed onto Shannon's hand and took Shannon towards his room, shutting the door quickly. Only to stare down at Shannon's body, then blinking. "Diamond isn't as pretty." He was referring to his wife. "…can we make an exchange? I know from those eyes you have questions yourself. If you're willing to answer mine, then I'd be willing to answer yours."

Shannon nodded softly, pulling his knees towards his chest. "…how do I pass this course?"

"Here? It's easier than the next one. See…in this course…all you need to do is to exchange your eyeballs. Ten year olds here can do it. I don't think you'd find any trouble in it. The pain will last but then again, you're human and we're…we're the Immerse, not human, not vampires, nothing…just things that can stand against emotions such as love and prolong ones such as pain without any care in the world."

"You though…are human I suppose. You may be the Ghost Child but you're still as human as ever. May I…?" Darrell blinked, holding onto Shannon's thigh and moving in closer. "I need to feel you."

"I'm Mike's." Shannon whispered under his breath. "Your wife will be upset."

"I don't care." Darrell snapped. "I want you. And I'm willing to put you into pain as long as I get what I would like."

Shannon moved slowly and then shook his head in denial. "I belong to Mike." Mike didn't give a rat's ass about what happened to Shannon but Shannon didn't want to break the rules of the organization. They would somehow find out and they'd be killed in moments but Shannon did stand a firm ground and said no.

"Get away from me." Shannon said, trying to show a bit of pride into his and Mike's marriage but Darrell gripped onto Shannon's wrist, snapping them into half, without spilling over the blood and then pouncing on top of Shannon, causing a scream to erupt his lips. "Leave. Me. Alone." Shannon tried to cajole him into not doing this once more but Darrell's eyes were stern and shot daggers at the smaller male.

"…it's not an option to show me that love…that warmth…" Darrell smirked, holding onto Shannon's arms and pinning him roughly against the bed.

"Mike!"

But no sound came and Shannon was left, horrified as Darrell stripped out of his clothes. The soft air brushing against Shannon's body as the moonlight darted across pale flesh, almost a vision of beauty until a chorus of screams erupted from little pink lips.

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Jeff was confused, slightly scared but underneath the fear was excitement. He had so much exhilaration throughout the ride there and the minute he stepped inside of the building so that Ivan would take him to the trucks that left to Horrorland. Jeff felt his body twitch in movement. "I feel sleepy."

Jeff had usually just collapsed onto the floor by this point but he needed to keep moving. He did. He forced himself up the truck and Ivan was cupping Jeff's face, staring into soft green eyes. "Don't fall asleep on me, Jeffery."

"Why…?" Jeff asked, yawning softly.

"Because you'd go mad with lust…for flesh and blood. When you're asleep, you used to bring pets and your subconscious was telling you to buy more pets so you'd kill them at night and drink their blood and rip their flesh and eat them like a cannibal but now, it's only me, you and the person driving this truck over to Horrorland. I don't want to die, Jeffery. You're a stronger demon than most. I'm not a fighter… I'm a peacemaker."

Jeff nodded his head, and slowly put his head onto Ivan's shoulder. "Keep me away. If I'm a demon then what is Matty?"

"Matt is full human. A rare race truly. That's what so fascinating. You're a half demon that was nurtured and raised by a human family…you never had any association with demons, never, but you still grew up to have half of it in you. That's why you're so special. Your mind was expanding at childhood. Many horror movies and sleepwalking episodes has left your subconscious to grow and now…now…I need you to finally let those sealed memories. To remember, Jeff. Because you, Shannon and Mike are the key to saving the world. Mike and you must wed to cause the peace and Matt has to marry Shannon. Before this organization thing that Shannon and Mike signed up for…that would've had been so hard but now, we need to find a way to break Shannon away from Mike and you away from Matt because the faith of the world is counting on your shoulders."

"There's a way out." Jeff mumbled softly, yawning and looking over at Ivan. "I'd marry Mike. I don't care. But I don't want Shannon or Matt to be forced to wed each other. The ghosts are fine…that's not needed as much as me and Mike marrying each other. I know this. I know all of this."

"You're taping into your subconscious! What's your plan, Jeff?"

Jeff blinked and then curled towards Ivan, blinking every five seconds so that he wouldn't fall asleep on Shannon. "The Immerse…they're all about switching eyeballs with the ones they're met to wed. What if I convince Shannon to give me his eyes? It's a part of him…the law said that Mike had to wed his partner. I'd have a relation to Shannon if I get his eyes…get his "soul" if you know what I mean."

"It's brilliant." Ivan breathed against Jeff. "We must hurry then."

Jeff nodded.

Ivan shook his head. "Jeff…I need to teach you how to open your wings. That'll make us get over there faster than ever. I need you to tap into your demonic form…"

Jeff was biting his teeth into Ivan's hand, softly tearing off the first layer of flesh so that the painful red thin layer was there. "Oh God!" Ian screeched. "Jeff…wake up…please… stop this thing! Jeff needs to be fed."

In a second, the truck stopped and Jeff jumped out of the door. His eyes turning into dark crimson…his entire body quivering as he jumped up at his nearest prey, a little girl that was black-haired, pale-fleshed and brown-eyed…tearing her into shreds and biting into her. The silver moonlight dancing across their flesh. Jeff was dismembering her, throwing away the bones and drawing into her blood. Grinning insanely, he just stared down at what used to be the girl and only saw a foot and a liver that had been torn to pieces. Jeff leaned down to consume the last few pieces of the girl, staring up at her father who was horrified as he grabbed onto Jeff's blonde/blue hair. "YOU MONSTER!"

Jeff giggled for a moment as Ivan held onto Jeff's body, trying to take him away back into the truck. "Hurry!" Ian screeched to the driver and soon enough, the truck moved and Jeff was staring at Ivan. Those bloodshot eyes looking at Ivan in full terror. For once, Jeff was aware of what he'd done.

Jeff's lips were moist with the blood of her still trickling down his chin. "She looked like Matty…"

"It wasn't your fault." Ivan cajoled, stroking through Jeff's hair.

"She looked…l-l-l-like…Matt…" Jeff's eyes were bubbling with unshed tears as he sobbed uncontrollably, holding onto Ivan's body. "I…I…I…I'm a monster. How could I have done that? She was so little…eight…maybe nine…"

Ivan kissed Jeff's cheek. "Just rest assure."

"No!" Jeff exclaimed, quivering and shaking, trembling in fear of what he'd done. "Ivan…just…I don't understand…is this what my kind do? All the time?"

"Without the regret. Some demons are up for rebellion. Doing good for the sake of killing the Devil." Ivan exclaimed. "They eat animals instead of humans and if anything, they eat the corpses of leftover humans instead of mangling onto one that's alive. The Devil's point in life…Ian's point in life is to stir up evil. If everyone's against him, then he can't do anything to stop them. But Ian has much power onto his side. They're thinking of reincarnating the old Devils."

"…reincarnating them…?" Jeff's eyes widened.

"Devils have a monarchy heir. It all stops at Dr. Love. He didn't marry some sort of monster or anything. He fucked an angel, a demon with an angel's heart still…she had about five or six sons and then on top of that, she had Ian. Ian was her youngest. Ian was the heir because Dr. Love was the one to make him. They're thinking of reincarnating the old Devils by secret meetings, digging up things they once owned in order to recreate the person…we can barely stand against one Devil. They know if the other Devils back…then they may be able to take care of the world. Ian would still be responsible for their actions though."

"You feel sorry for him." Jeff suddenly realized, staring into Ivan's liquid brown eyes, almost identical to Matt's.

Ivan shrugged but smiled weakly. "Ian was born to a family that hated him. Ian was also extremely short. They used to poke holes in a cupboard. The wood being full of nails that were on the sharper end and they used to sedate him and throw him there for weeks. Same thing with the freezer experiment. Poked holes into the freezer and throw him there. This was as a baby as well. They used to love torturing him a lot…I do feel sorry for him for that. Even Ian doesn't deserve to be hurt like that at a younger age. And if Dr. Love hadn't forced him to be stronger, then Ian wouldn't be any different from a five year old girl. He was so fragile."

"He doesn't remember any of that…?" Jeff said, softly.

"No. He doesn't. They're afraid if he knew how weak he was before, he'd be spineless at the times he needed to face the music." Ivan stared at Jeff, blinking. "Now you're the one who feels sorry for Ian. Ian doesn't even like anyone's pity. He doesn't know what it's for so he'll just blow your brains out. Literally."

"What if we bonded you and Ian together again?"

"Then the Devils will burn him into pieces and continue their plans."

Jeff shuddered in horror, curling himself into a ball. "If I do good, then…then will I be a good person? Bad people only tear off little girl's heads…I don't…I…I can't believe I did that! I really don't…is this how I'm supposed to feel—?"

At that point, Jeff had passed out from exhaustion.

Ivan watched, holding onto Jeff, holding onto Jeff's left cheek and softly praying before kissing onto the flesh. "God help us."

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Shannon Moore panted as he stared up at Darrell's satisfied grin. He felt Shannon's warmth underneath him as he came. Shannon held onto Darry's shoulders. "Please. No…more…so tired…" Shannon's voice was begging. This was about the sixth time that day that Darrell had slammed him towards the bed to feel Shannon's inner warmth and heat. Darrell's fingers were twisting into Shannon's hair as he pressed his lips against Shannon's one last time.

At least Mike didn't know about this…

Silently, in the darkness, a video camera continued to play…

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In conclusion, the most important thing is that Shannon got raped again—YAY and some Jeff-Ivan junk. XP.

X Sam.