Hey! Long time, no see. It has been a very long time, since I updated, hasn't it? Well, now you don't have to wait any further. Here it is, and hope you'll enjoy.
Yeah, so this chapter is about Alty and Mal Mal only, and they both have to deal with Abbas and his bullshit! And other important things you'll see later on.
I had to spend a few months re-editing this chapter. I just kept fixing and fixing, but it came out terrible. I'm just glad it's done with, so I won't have to lay my sleepy eyes on it again. So as usual, please let me know if something is off. I hate leaving mistakes on these chapters.
Why in the world did this have to happen?
There was no way out of this little situation. Abbas and his gang had surrounded Altair once more; sure he could easily attempt to run away again, but then he would be abandoning Malik. Seriously, why did he have to be caught in the wrong place at the wrong time? It's seems luck was not on Altair's side today.
"Ah, did we interrupt the two love birds just now?" Abbas joked while the others laughed, but they immediately ceased their laughter, growing more serious.
The golden eyed man saw Malik was slowly getting up to his feet, looking confused. Soon after, Altair picked himself up quickly, standing to his full height, and glaring. "W-What's going on here?" Malik glanced between Altair and the gang leader. He really had no clue what was happening. Malik stared accusingly at Altair, "What did you do this time?!" The other man just ignored him; scowl increasing, keeping a firm gaze at Abbas.
"So what's you next move, Altair?" Abbas asked, chuckling, "Cuz we'll certainly make sure you don't run away this time."
"Idiot….I will give you one last chance!" Altair said, giving him a warning glare, "Just walk away and we can forget this even happened."
"Oh, you would like that wouldn't you, coward?"
"Now just hold on!" Malik cut in, feeling a bit lost, "Can someone explain to me what this is about?!"
"It's nothing!" Altair muttered to him.
"Oh?" Abbas chuckled, "You really want to know the answer to that? Well, to put it simply; we're going to beat the living shit out of you." Malik felt his eyes go wide.
"Yeah," Swami spoke with a gleeful tone, "This will teach the both of you that messing with us was a bad move!"
It took Malik a few seconds to register what he may have meant by that, "Wait…Is this…Does it have anything to do with what happened last week?" He asked, raising a questioning brow, "You can't be serious; you're still mad about that? You have no proof that I was even responsible for that!" Of course he is the only one that knows how it started. Although; even if he did tell the truth, it's not like it's going to make much of a difference at this point. The intention of murder in their eyes shows it doesn't bode well for them.
Abbas scoffed, "No, no, you misunderstand; I am quite over that already."
Malik knit his brows together, "Then, what? You just want to get revenge on Altair for the fight the other day?"
As Abbas turned to glare at Altair, he says, "Why, yes, we do have some unfinished business with him."
Malik spared a glance at Altair for a brief second, "Uh, I understand that you have some conflict with Altair, but I don't see why I have to suffer for what he did to you."
"Yes….Well, we like to think of you more as a bonus." Abbas said as he started popping his knuckles. "And you know what? We are actually glad you could join the party; we have many things planned just for you." Altair did not like the sound of that.
Malik gulped, getting the feeling he should shrink back, but couldn't. He shook his head, "What the fuck is you're problem? Stop treating this like it's some kind of game! I shouldn't even be here right now! None of us are!" They all just laughed.
"Actually, Al-Sayf; you are where you should be." Abbas said, licking his lips afterwards, "But, don't worry. As soon as we're done with Altair; we'll get to play with you next."
Altair rolled his eyes, and brushed the smaller man aside, "If you want to start something, Abbas, fine; we'll fight." He growled, clenching his hands.
Malik scowled, grabbing the taller man's arm, making him turn to look at him, "Altair, don't!"
Altair shook his arm free from his grasp, "Just stay back and be quiet, Malik. I'm going to handle this."
"No! I don't want you to be so careless. It's four against two and I can barely defend myself in a fight. If you choose to go against them on your own, you'll only get hurt!"
"Must you be so doubtful? You shouldn't have to worry about me, anyways. I am tougher than you think." The taller man said calmly, keeping a serious expression.
Malik blushed slightly, "As if I would ever be worried about you, novice. I just think we should at least try to reason with them, so we won't cause any more problems. I'm certain we can get through to them somehow; maybe I…I guess I can bribe them with money? By the looks of it, they could sure use a few bucks."
Altair stayed silent. The poor naïve kid; if only he knew the truth about these guys. About him. He glared back at Abbas, sizing him up and down, and doing the same with the companion next to him. He admits that they are strong; maybe even stronger together as a group. It made him start to wonder if he can even protect Malik like this. No, he needs to formulate a plan to get him out of here. It suddenly doesn't feel like he is the one they are after anymore, but Malik. "We are done talking. They have to be dealt with."
"But, you're just going to-"
Altair narrowed his eyes, "I said, they will be dealt with…" Malik made a defeated sigh, "Look, just trust me, okay? I won't allow anything bad to happen to you." He gave a reassuring smile. Malik felt his face heating up. Can he really be that determined to fight for him? Why should he care what happens to him anyways?
"Hey!" Altair turned his gaze back at the gang leader, who's looking at him expectedly, "What's the holdup, ladies? We doing this thing or are you going to run away again?"
Altair moved a few paces forward, "No…If you want a fight, then we'll settle this once and for all; but I'll only do it if you let Malik go." The darker skinned man blinked a few times. Altair notices how Abbas frowned, but soon after he started to grin, and by the way Swami was fidgeting, he could tell that he was getting restless.
"Now where is the fun in that?" Abbas said. He lightly tapped his friend's arm with the back of his hand, "Bring me his head." Swami started charging forward; Altair did a side step, avoiding a punch thrown at him, quickly moving around the man, and grabbed him from behind; his arms hooking around his neck and bringing him into a choke hold.
Malik was taken aback, a little surprised how fast Altair reacted and easily subdued the gang member. Altair tried his best to keep his hold on him, but heard Abbas shouting across to his other companions. Altair spun them around, releasing Swami, giving a thrust of his foot to his backside only to turn his attention behind him.
One of the men on the other side was stalking up to Malik but Altair was quick to block his way. The gang member stopped abruptly, glaring at the man, "Touch him and you'll regret it!" Altair growled. Malik was puzzled by the intent look on the gang member's face; he starting to get the feeling that he's being surrounded by a pack of hungry wolves.
"Hehe, such a fool. You know, if you keep that little morsel away from us any longer, it will only further whet our appetites." That comment had Altair turn his head slightly over his shoulder at Abbas, seeing that nasty smug of his.
Malik gave him a questioning stare. Just what exactly did he mean by that?
While Altair was looking away, the guy standing right in front of him now has the chance to strike, but that chance was lost when he didn't see an elbow hit him directly in the face, causing him to yelp, reaching his hands up to cover his bleeding nose, and backed away. Now it was Abbas who decided to go next, running up to the pair, and tackling Altair in the process.
The gang leader had him on the floor, only able to hit him once in the face, but before he could do anymore damage, Altair was able to move his leg high enough, kicking him right in the crotch. Abbas doubled over in pain while the fourth gang member was coming Altair's way, causing him to roll over and scramble to his feet quickly.
Altair evaded a fist that was just inches away from hitting his face, and continued to dodge each punch, one after the other. Swami came up from behind, and Altair ducked just in time, letting Swami get punched instead. The guy froze when he realized he hit the wrong person. Seeing as he was oblivious, Altair grasped the man's shoulders and came up with his knee kicking into his stomach, knocking the air out of him. Then Altair grabbed him from the back of the neck, dragging him to one of the locked doors. He lifted him up, and slammed him hard, head first into the small glass window, and repeated the action three more times, nearly breaking the glass.
Altair threw his body down, and started panting, glancing over at Malik, who was just there with his back to the wall, doing nothing but watching quietly, "What the hell are you waiting for?!" His shouting snapped Malik out of it, "Go! While their distrac-" Altair got cut off when a fist collided with his face, and fell to the floor, hand fly up to cup his cheek. It was the second attacker, having already recovered from the earlier assault.
"No…Altair!" Malik exclaimed.
The golden eyed man barely had time to get up on one knee when he was kicked across the face, knocking him down to the ground again. The punk stood over him with a wicked grin, repeatedly kicking him a couple more times, "What now, tough guy?!" He laughed, pressing his foot to Altair's chest. He winced and cursed under his breath from the sudden exhaustion overtaking him. "Come on, tough guy. Is that the best you can do?"
He stomped his foot again, causing Altair jolt up, gasping for air. He growled in frustration, and started squirming. Mustering up enough strength, the golden eyed man grasped the man's foot, and shoved him off. He quickly tried to crawl away, breathing heavily and adrenaline pumping through his veins. But then he suddenly stopped. He felt his body freeze completely, his muscles stiffening.
His head was spinning, as his vision suddenly became obscured in a haze. His ears were ringing, and the deafening sound had gotten louder and louder, it started to hurt, making it difficult to focus on his surroundings, and unable to think clearly. There's also a voice in the back of his head he can faintly make out, sounding like hushed whispers.
Kill them….Make them pay
Altair shut his eyes tightly, listening as his heart was racing and mouth was dry. He fell over onto his back, convulsing violently, his chest begun to ache, and he started taking in short ragged breaths. Shit! This couldn't be happening; not now!
While the gang member was kept busy, Malik used that opportunity to move up slowly from behind, carrying his heavy backpack in his hands. "Hey, jerk off!" He exclaimed and swung as hard as he could when the punk turned around, hitting him right in the face, instantly knocking him down.
Though, he wasn't out yet, "Why you little…" The punk snarls, grabbing his ankle, dragging him down. He successfully had Malik on the floor, and he proceeded to climb on top of him, but Malik retaliated as he started kicking him.
"Get the fuck off me!" He managed to smash his foot into the man's jaw, and moved away quickly. The gang member fell onto his side, going limp. Now that was too close; but at least he's down for the meantime. Quickly ignoring him, Malik went over to Altair, dropping his backpack as he went to his side, "Come on, Altair! Get the hell up!" He grabbed him by the arm, and tried pulling him up. Altair pulled away, refusing to move. Malik watched confused, concern on his face, "Are you…Okay? Shit! Is something broken?!" He moved closer to him, placing a hand to his shoulder.
Altair's breath hitched as his eyes flew wide open. He does not want Malik to get near him; not while he's like this. His hunger has gotten stronger. Suddenly Malik felt himself being pulled by his hoodie, and tossed back a few feet away, sliding across the floor.
Altair made another attempt to get up, but failed as he ended up slipping back down. Every movement he made, his body ached more and more; he tried controlling his breathing. His head hung low, facing only the floor, seeing a pair of worn out shoes coming into view. Despite how weak his body is, he was able to force himself to lift his head up, seeing Abbas sneering down at him. The man started to slowly walk around Altair, like a predator observing his dying prey. Again, Altair's vision blurred and his head drops down, finding it hard to hold his body upright. The leader came to a stop at his side, and gave a swift kick to his ribs. Altair recoiled, nearly howling from the pain, but stayed quiet, his hand clutching the inflicted area, forehead now pressed onto the floor. Abbas chuckled, placing his foot on top of his head, having the sick urge to crush him.
But before he could do that, Malik shouted, "Abbas, stop!"
He caught the man's attention, "Stay here a while longer, Altair." Abbas said, "I'll be with you in a moment after I'm through with your buddy over there." As Abbas walked away, Altair placed his hands firmly on the ground pushing himself up, but he knew that he wouldn't budge. His entire body refuses to move.
Don't touch him. He is ours. He is mine.
And those voices…..It won't stop!He desperately wants to make them stop, even though he knows he can't fight them anymore. There's no telling how much longer he must endure through this pain. It's tormenting! He laid there, feeling his mind slipping into darkness and everything in his sight has slowly diminished into nothing but silhouettes.
Make them suffer, all of them. Do it!
"Ah, how easily Altair has fallen," Abbas stalked up to the shorter man, grasping his shirt and yanked him up, his feet barely touching the ground, "And you know, it's funny. I actually expected him to last a little longer than this, but oh well."
"Bastard!" Malik felt his body being lifted up higher, then was roughly thrown back down, hitting his head as he impacted the floor.
Trying to prop himself up on his elbow, he groaned very weakly. "You can try to defend him as much as you want," Abbas was standing over him, grabbed him again, pulling him up to look at eyes, "In the end, he will always be a pathetic weakling." Malik narrowed his eyes, "And he did this just to protect someone as insignificant as you? How absurd! This just proves who the stronger man really is!"
Malik scowled at him, "You're the one that's fucking pathetic!" He spat. Abbas chuckled, balling his other hand into a fist. The next thing Malik knew, Abbas had struck him with a back hand across the face, and fell back on the floor. The gang leader straddled over him, hands clutching around his neck, and started choking him.
"You should watch your tongue, little mortal! I don't think you want to die just yet. But if that's what you want, I'll gladly oblige." He tightens his grasp.
Being deprived of air, Malik started to panic. He began clawing at Abbas's hands, desperately in need of air. He dug his nails into the skin, hoping he could somehow free himself. It was effective when Abbas removed one hand to grasp at Malik's left wrist, raising it up. Then something caught his eye. Looking closely at his arm underneath the sleeve revealed not one, but two nasty scars crossing each other. He let go of Malik's neck, and he started coughing and breathing in as much air as possible.
Staring curiously, Abbas rolled the sleeve down all the way, seeing a litter of cuts and scars on his forearm, starting from the wrist and ended near the elbow. At this Abbas smirked, "Oh, what do we have here?" He said, examining his arm, "For what reason would you have, that you would punish yourself like this?" The smirk on his face widened, showing off his sharp fangs.
Malik went completely rigid, "…The fuck?!"
"Surely you must be a masochist if you enjoy doing this to yourself? It looks like it hurts a lot." Malik could do nothing but stare helplessly. Fangs?! He has fucking fangs?! Did he purposely making them that way? Because, they look too freakishly real to be fake. "Well this is nothing my friend." Abbas said with a mischievous smirk, "Let me show you what real pain is like!" Then without warning, Abbas pinned his arm above his head, biting into the scarred flesh.
Malik made a loud yelp, feeling those fangs deep in his arm. He continued to cry out, thrashing his legs around, pushing with his other arm, but it was futile; the man was too strong. The more he tried to get loose, the more those fangs of his went deeper.
All the commotion had Altair alarmed. Had he blacked out for a while? Someone sounds in pain. Who is screaming such a delicious symphony? After all the struggling he went through, his body was able to function again, and he got up carefully as the area was still spinning around him. Altair finally stood on his feet, despite slipping a couple of times, finding difficult to find his balance. He faltered to the side, using the wall as leverage. He decides to look around, his vision still a bit fuzzy; not able to see clearly. All he can hear are screams, and pick up the scent of blood? It smells like a human.
Abbas let go of Malik's arm, smirking down at him. He watched how Malik curled up in a ball, pulling his arm close to his chest, hugging it tightly. He grew very weak and disoriented from the blood loss, his arm became numb, but he can still feel the stinging pain, and the same effect was spreading throughout his body. He has never felt anything like this before. And if he thought that cutting his arm was painful, he was so wrong; this was more excruciating! "F-Fuck!" He sobbed.
"What's that?!" Abbas chuckled, "I thought you could take it!" He suddenly got this chill down his spine, getting this uneasiness feeling in his gut. Turning around quickly, he saw Altair; stumbling a little, glaring right at him with those ominous eyes. They resemble a dark red, like blood. Since when did they change from gold to red? Abbas dismissed that thought as he moved away from Malik. "A little impatient, aren't we? You could have at least waited until I was through here…." He said, crossing his arms, and smirking. Altair did not speak a word, only chose to stay silent. "What? Have nothing to say?" No reply. Altair did, however; cock his head to the side in a sort of twitch. It was rather unsettling; especially with that glare. "What's with that look?" He growled, but still did not get a response. "Fine! I'll just have to wipe that stupid look off your face then!" Moving at incredible speed, Abbas went for the neck, reaching his hand out. But Altair caught his fist in hand, twisting it painfully, making him scream loudly. Altair head-butted the guy in the face, causing him to fall, but Altair sprung him back up, his other hand grabbing his neck.
Abbas widen his eyes in shock. He noticed how Altair started smiling like a mad man; he saw how those red orbs were practically glowing now. The grip around his neck tightened, and he was lifted up in the air, feet hovering over the ground. He came to realize that their positions have been switched all of a sudden; now he was the one who's been overpowered. All the while, Altair was enjoying the scene, torturing him, suffocating him slowly.
"You're fucking dead!" A voice shouted. Swami was charging at him, getting ready to strike.
Altair just threw the leader aside. The gang member attempted to swipe at his head, but Altair moved so quickly, he practically disappearing right before his eyes. Swami stopped dead in his tracks in confusion. He was too slow to see that the man was in back of him. Altair stomped his foot into the back of the guy's knee, causing him to fall forward. Standing close from behind, Altair placed his hands around the man's head, and Swami was in the middle of comprehending what just occurred to even realize what Altair was about to do next. And in one swift motion, he snapped his neck, hearing a satisfying cracking sound.
Altair cocked his head, taking a moment to examine Swami's lifeless body, lying on the ground. This wasn't much of a challenge. It's a shame really; he killed him off way too easily. It ended before it could even start.
Altair then crouched down, pulling the limp body up and brought it closer to him, breathing over the exposed neck. His let his teeth puncture the skin, and shivered when the metallic taste started to invade his mouth. He dug deeper through the flesh; a large amount of blood started pouring out as Altair was practically tearing and ripping the skin apart like a starved animal eating meat. It was so good.
'Something is wrong.' That's what Abbas thought as he tried to crawl away, using his hand to rub at his sore neck. This man before him….It can't be the same one. There's really nothing special about Altair; he naturally seemed like any other vampire in this school. But now? The very presence of him is unsettling. Just a while ago, he moved quicker than any vampire he has ever come across. And those eyes! It was like he was staring at….Something creepy, and unnatural.
After sucking him dry, Altair dropped the corpse, panting heavily, with a large grin flowing across his face. There were specks of red splattered on his hoodie; blood was dripping down his jawline and neck. Then for some strange reason, he began to make a hysterical laugh that made him sound down right disturbing and out of character. He focuses back to Abbas, who's still lying on the floor. He started walking towards him, observing the way the blood leaked from his bruised nose. Abbas was frozen with fear; having no idea what to do besides cowering back.
He caught sight of his other two companions, who were barely standing due to their new injuries, "What are you doing just standing there?!" Abbas shouted at them, "G-Get him!" They both exchanged looks with each other before shaking their heads, and moving back slowly, looking a bit terrified. Altair chuckled, stepping closer to the leader. He just ignored the other two, only targeting Abbas as his next victim; only wanting to make him suffer.
"Screw this!"
Abbas saw the other two running away, "Cowards! Where are you going?!" He snarled, looking back at Altair, who continued to watch him; his mouth having formed into a thin line. Abbas nearly faltered a little, trying to get back on his feet, "Well, now," He said with a calm tone, as he regains his balance, "It appears that maybe I was wrong about you before. I mean…I do…Admire how you stood your ground. I really do." Altair takes another step closer, "Whoa, whoa, hey, take it easy now, Altair. I no longer wish to fight with you. I know now that you are not to be underestimated."
Then Altair came to a halt. Not because of Abbas's cowardice squabbling, but for something else; or rather someone else. He tore his eyes away from Abbas for a moment. He started picking up a very vague but familiar scent. His body turned fully around, trying to sniff out that alluring scent, and when he did, he noticed a human resting on the floor just across from him. Yes, that was the scent he picked up from a while ago. Abbas steadily walked back a few steps, seeing as Altair is now walking up to Malik with much interest. And since he is being ignored, he ran the opposite direction.
Now all of Altair's attention was now on Malik as he loomed over his smaller form. Altair took notice of the pained expression on his face, tears rolling down his cheeks, and his tan complexion had gotten pale. He was trembling slightly, breathing irregularly. Altair also took note how he was holding onto his bleeding arm for dear life. It smelled amazing!
Malik hissed from the pain, "Ngh…Gah….Oh god, it hurts!" He cried. Altair had already knelt beside him, moving closer to him. Malik barely had enough strength to see the man above him, seeing red eyes looking intently into his tired and watery ones.
Hesitant at first, Altair raised his hand up to Malik's face, letting his calloused fingers brush against his face gently. The touch sort of calmed Malik a little; almost lulling him. "Shhh…It's okay," He spoke in a low voice, that made him sound very soothing yet seductive, "Just relax… Your pain will end soon," Malik did as instructed; he couldn't resist looking away from those captivating eyes; they have a strong influence over him. His eyelids have suddenly gotten heavier, getting a little drowsy.
As he was fading in and out of consciousness, he realizes that Altair was holding him in his arms, like a man carrying his bride. He whispered something incoherently before leaning forward, pressing his warm lips to Malik's forehead. The darker skinned man was confused; he didn't know why, but Altair seemed awfully strange. Just as he drew back, Malik watched as a sly smile had crept over his features. Then everything went black.
Okay, finally have this chapter done; now I can move on to the next!...Hopefully! And it seems that we are starting to understand what is happening with Altair. Uh, oh, you don't? That's okay; we'll get to that some other time. But what will happen to Malik you may wonder? Simple, find out in the next chapter Muhahahahaha
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