Now come on, come all, to this tragic affair. Wipe off that makeup, what's in is despair! So, throw on the black dress, mix in with the lot; you might wake up and notice you're someone you're not. If you look in the mirror and don't like what you see, you can find out firsthand what it's like to be me. So, gather 'round piggies, and kiss this goodbye; I'd encourage your smiles, I'll expect you won't cry!
A brilliant moonlight shone on the seemingly endless desert highway, where Poison drove his stolen BL/ind car at top speed. Soon enough, with his surroundings becoming very familiar, he cut off from the highway with a sharp turn of the steering wheel, then smiled to himself with pleasure.
Other than the usual bone-chilling night breeze and the scurrying of a few small rodents, the desert hideout was quiet, until…
SCREECH! The earsplitting, sudden stop of tires disturbed the peaceful silence. As gravel flung out towards many directions then quickly rained back down to the ground, a bright white car shimmered in the elegant silver moonshine. Its roaring engine was turned off only a few moments after the obnoxious shriek of rubber struck the coarse, rough sand; the car door of the driver's seat clicked open, and out stretched two blood-polished boots.
A moderately tall man dressed in a rather purple-ish jacket and skinny jeans decorated with blood emerged from the car. A faint light reflected off his bright red yet somewhat dusty hair, and small puffs of smoke drifted from his bloody mouth as he plucked out his cigarette like a feather. With a few short flicks of his wrists, he waved it around in the night air, and soon the ashes of the cig spiraled to the ground.
He looked around, and noticed the vague outline of the Killjoy camp. I'm home, he thought.
Now, where's my brothers of the Gun?
He knelt in front of the four makeshift gravestones, with tears welled up in his eyes. The gentle moonlight glowed on the graves, allowing Poison to read the messily etched words. On the rough, uncut stones were carved:
Here lies Fun Ghoul. Rest in peace, Child of the Gun. You will always be loved, and will forever be remembered as a savior.
Here lies Kobra Kid. Rest in peace, Child of the Gun. You will always be loved, and will forever be remembered as a savior.
Here lies Jet Star. Rest in peace, Child of the Gun. You will always be loved, and will forever be remembered as a savior.
Here lies Party Poison. Rest in peace, Child of the Gun. You will always be loved, and will forever be remembered as a savior.
In front of the four makeshift stones was a plank of wood, probably scavenged from one of the abandoned factories. It read: "Rest in peace, our fallen heroes. Destroyers of the chaotic and disastrous indifference created by the BL/ind, and bringers of rebellion, freedom and feelings. Thank you, our loyal companions. In our heart, Killjoys never die."
He knelt in front of the gravestones, frozen in devastation and anguish as he stared blankly at the sight in front of him. They're… gone. Just like a bullet, a pang of sadness went off in his head, and tore into his heart sharper than when he dug his fangs into his victims' necks. As a stream of tears trickled down his dusty face, the terrible claws of loss and death snatched him, violently grabbing and tugging him and trying to consume him whole. They're… gone.
The Girl was most likely safe (as there was no tombstone), and he was still very alive (though the others assumed, with much disbelief, that he too, had deceased), but… they're gone.
Poison collapsed to the ground in a hollow, brokenhearted grief, staring at the desert sand and grit, shaking his head in disbelief. No. This can't be.
So long, to all my friends. Every one of you met tragic ends.
His anger and hatred merged with the sorrow and pain inside him, and the fire inside his throat ignited once more… An intensely tingling feeling, a jabbing discomfort, no, torturous agony, creeped up his spine, begging for that red liquid that he savored so deeply…
Thrilled footsteps approached him from behind, and shortly he was greeted with a warm, welcoming hug. "Poison! I… I- I knew you were still alive, I just knew it… I miss you, I miss you so far-…" She whispered in his ears with a fragile voice, choking on the last word that she spoke. Tears of joy welled up in her eyes, and she leaned closer to kiss him on the cheek, but immediately stopped herself as she realized Poison's sorrow and misery. Her sweet scent drifted from her hands as she softly wiped off the sparkling tears flowing down his face. "Poison, I'm very sorry about your friends…" she paused, though stroking him with her right hand, in a loving attempt to comfort him. Turning around, he leaned in, and gave her a mellow kiss on her wrist. "I love you, my angel," he murmured with a raspy voice as he let out a sniffle. Then, he dug himself into her embracing arms, whimpering in torment and breathing in her affectionate, soothing aroma…
The fire inside his throat thrived; his crimson eyes flared into a bright, glowing red…
Boom. It finally struck him.
He passionately sank in.
Helena feebly writhed and twisted in pain, screaming desperate cries for help as Poison pinned her to the ground, the yearning for blood burning brilliantly in his crimson eyes.
"Please…! Poison, my love, please…" Panicking, Helena gasped for air, then to shriek in terror when Poison leaned down on her again. She was silenced as he switched his assault location from her neck to her lips, biting into the soft skin with ease. The mesmerizing, inexplicably yet extraordinarily wonderful taste of her precious blood trickled down his throat, and the liquid's astonishing scent filled his lungs…
Her life was draining from her, being destroyed the very person she loved the most… Aggressively, she jolted her head as she tried to reach up and grasp his bloodied face. In what seemed like a momentary realization, Poison stopped for a brief second and removed his fangs from her body. Helena sighed in relief, only to find him staring down at her with that atrocious face and those vicious, immensely starving eyes…
"Aww, sugar…" As he gave a dashing yet vile smirk, two hands firmly gripped the brim of her dress, and with a brutal tearing motion from the monster's arms, the gorgeous fabric ripped apart, revealing her fine skin all the way from her chest to her stomach. Helena dreadfully tried to push him away (staining her hands with her own blood as she shoved at his right cheek), but her attempt failed miserably. Those horrifying fangs struck again, this time with even more hunger and desire than before. The two sharp daggers sadistically sliced across her upper body, all the way from her shoulder to her gut. The dying Helena screeched in absolute horror and suffering as blood violently leaked out from the severe and brutal wounds across her skin and in her flesh, flowing down her body and onto the ground. She tried to wriggle around and escape his constricted cage, but all Poison did was raise his daggers up for a moment, hiss "I want your blood!" at her with a menacing voice, then viciously dive in again. As two streams of tears squeezed out from her closed eyes and further wetted the red desert sand below her, Helena continued to squeal in torment and agony. "Please! PLEASE! Poison, I beg you…" She dreadfully shut her eyes as Poison enthusiastically ran his mouth along the long wounds that he mauled, licking the teeming blood with his scarlet-stained tongue as his eyes glimmered in awe. Ahhh… who knew screams could ever be so… charming? And that blood, oh, that blood! That marvelous blood!
Her blood was like cocaine. The more he had it, the more he craved it. The more he necessitated it, the more he demanded it. The more he wanted to conquer her, to kill her.
The more, the better.
Blood spluttered out from her mouth as his addicted, quivering hands started to choke her. She tried to gulp the blood back, but there was just too much of her vital fluid that was flooding out from her throat. Poison pushed his hand down harder; Helena coughed out even more of the rich, dark liquid. She flung her hands around, trying to shred him away, but no… blood kept bubbling out, until she was gagging, until she couldn't breathe. Her legs kicked around as she meagerly squeaked, squirming around almost as if she were a mouse and he was the largest lion on the entire planet Earth. No- the hungriest, most powerful vampire. The vampire. She could feel his tongue, licking her face, spreading his blood-streaked saliva all over her dripping sweat.
The world was blood-shot. Then it switched to black. Then back to red. Then back to black. Before she even noticed, he was all fuzzy, so angelic and beautiful, his blood marks all gone… Just like a warm, soft cotton ball…
But the pretty little cotton ball wasn't a cotton ball. He was more like a candy-coated beast, who wanted nothing but her blood, nothing but for her to die so he could feed on her until she ran dry.
Love couldn't save her now; she knew far too well that he had lost his sanity.
But as her body involuntarily spasmed, she realized that deep down, somehow, she still wished there was a slightest bit of love he had for her.
Eyes overflowing with tears, devastation, dismay, and incredulity, her shaking hands reached out one last time as she fell towards unconsciousness. She ran her bloody, quivering hands along his pale, beautiful yet monstrous face, feebly gasped for air once final time, and begged with barely a whisper, "please…"
A whimper escaped from her cracked, slashed, swelling lips.
Then, as her beautiful green eyes disappeared behind her eyelids, her arm dropped limply to the sandy ground.
An utterly petrified Poison suddenly stopped, then stared at his bloody, lifeless lover in disbelief. WHAT HAVE I DONE!? She was covered in that saccharine, delicious blood. Her blood. Blood vital for her survival.
He was… killing her. No… he had already killed her.
He gazed down upon the unmoving body lying on the ground, covered in sand, dust, and blood. No… This can't be…
The blood dripping down his cheeks was just as red as his hair and his crimson eyes. Looking up, he saw the gravestones of his friends… He shook his head violently with disbelief, as tears of mixed guilt, shame, misery, and anger this time fought against his thirst and brimmed his eyes. He slapped himself in the face multiple times, trying to wake up from his absurd frenzy. He couldn't feel any pain; he felt so… numb. What have I done…?! He bent down once more, gently caressing her bloody wrists as the tears finally started plummeting down his face…
Wait. He… felt a pulse. He reached for the location of Helena's heart, and gently touched her skin with his dirty, trembling hands.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
His eyes widened in disbelief as he tried to contain his joy and amazement. As he further examined Helena, he noticed her skin turning to be very pale, just like his own. Her upper canine teeth slowly erupted out from her mouth, until they were transformed into long, jagged fangs…
A small flicker of light warmly glowed in the distance. Gasping, Poison quickly (and delicately) lifted her up into his arms, and with graceful footsteps, marched to his car. He opened the doors and lay her into the soft, cushioned back row for some stretching space, slammed the door, then leapt into his driver's seat. Cranking up the engine, they soon drove away.
When she wakes up, we'll already be on the run.
