okkkk...someones reading this fic(i can tell on the stats..over 30 hits!) several on each chap. PLEASE REVIEW! i'm not trying to be mean but...its good to hear what someone thinks. i know i'm not the bestest writer out there...its kinda like talking to the wall(which is practically my best friend)well...HERES CHAP 3!(if anys reading it...)

Thrax had grown up on the poorest and harshest part of his birth home, inside an also homeless person. He never knew what love

wasgrowing up. His mother, a scarlet/anthrax bore him into this hateful hell hole he called home. She never gave him any affection.

Only made sure he had food and clothes on his back. Often he stared in disbelief and jealously of other loving parents. He didn't know

why...

They frequently hung around clubs. Thrax tried to learn the cityslickers way of life while his mother went whoring around. There was

only one virus that Thrax had ever feared in his life and that was his father. A very well-known rabies virus with a love for slow throttling.

He was a very evil, devilish creature with sabor fangs and claws. To a young Thrax, he was bigger then the tallest mountain. Long

spikes stuck out of his head and shoulders. His gaze mirrored insanity and hate for everything alive. Thrax always wondered what his

mother found in him.

His father was very picky about his offspring. Only a few select suited to his tastes for an evil race. Thrax and two other half siblings

were the only ones to survive his tests. A test for killing a victim sufficently and merciless.

"You kill them too fast Thrax!" His father often shrieked, spraying foam everywhere. It was from his father he inherited a deep hatred

and coarse features. Luckily his mothers blood tones them down, leaving Thrax hansome and somewhat elegant. He was abandoned at a

very early age of three months.(equivelant to an eight year old boy) There he lingered cold and scared in the damp alleys urging for his

mothers warmth. Soon enough he got over her and stayed at the clubs. He grew up there and was known for his fierce temperment. The

name "muerte rojo" stuck to him.

His reputation attracted alot of females. Not once had he dared to "commit" himself to them.(he never ommited to anyone his

virginity)Love was nothing more than a passing myth to him till he met a particularly beautiful polio virus called Eve. It was at the

"Pimp" club that he met her. She sat alone at a dark corner table, watching him dance. He strutted over and introduced himself to the

dainty virus. Thrax had more to grow, but was still an impressive sight. "Hey baby girl" It was there he experienced his first taste of

love...and losing his virginity.. Together they slicked the streets and finally killed their victim. Afterwards he was on the hunt.

Thrax luckily had been discovered by her and helped him struggle off the sticky butter. Thrax managed to carry himself into Franks

daughters nose. "I think my legs broke.." He whined, rubbing his swollen leg."So this is where you live... in Franks daughter."

Eve smiled. "Yeah...badly enough this girls immune to me." Thrax looked around the huge cave like nostril. "Well thats gotta

suck...looks like she keeps it clean in here." Eve stared at him for awhile. "You've gotten so much older..." Thrax pulled off his shades.

"So i'm an old geez now."

"I didn't mean it like that." She leaned against his shoulder. He nuzzled her affectionatly. His sticky tongue going up her neck. She

purred softly. He tried to but only managed to muster a growl. "You haven't seen you're two sons yet." Thrax's eyes widened. "Two?"

"Yeah...I had twins. They both look like you. But are different as a fever from a chill."

"Where you live at?"

"Some hidden place up in the nerves." Thrax managed to heal his leg in time to follow her home."Do you think maybe...we could stick

together awhile." She asked. He waved a claw. "I don't believe in couplin'...you know that..i don't have the times."

"I know...its just a cell thing but i don't mean permenantly..just off and on. I don't want you sticking around everyday either."

"Well i'm going off and on ain't I?"

"Yeah...we'll divide again right?"

Thrax grinned hungerly. "Well yeahhh of course. There's no way I'm sleepin' in the same bed without turnin' on the heat."

"You know...others of my kind are hatin' on me for lovin' on a mutt."

"Tell em' to stick it. Purebreds are weaker."

"Oh really..lemme guess...dandruff and headlice."

"Nope...toughest rabies around for a daddy."

"Rabies...oh you're turning me up."