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Blood covered the walls of the small room. A shaking silhouette sat in the corner, there face painted with the crimson liquid. The 10 year old boy was not dead, nor was he living, but simply stuck between one life and the next. Blood of an animal trickled down his chin as he licked the substance from his lips. A small mass of blood and fur lay cold at the center of his room. His friend, pet, and beloved guinea pig had been murdered. Not by a robber, nor disease, but his own thirst.
A choked sob rolled from his lips as his face washed with realization. The noirette crawled over to the deformed creature, petting its fur like old times. A large dark figure came from the shadows enveloping the boys own.
"Look what you have done." the voice said with a sly smirk and false smile, flashing his dark eyes. "Come with me...Craig"
My mind came back to focus as the small blond I had been about ready to devour collapsed to the cold floor. I won't kill. The room fell silent as my eyes faded to its usual onyx color. I collected my thoughts reveiwing who he is, who I was, what I needed, and what I..wanted. I'm no murderer...what was I thinking , I was relieved that I snapped into sense before it was too late. I scooped the dazed boy into my arms Bridal style. I will protect the weak...He's my new "pet" Not a guinea pig, but more like a ,bunny. Yeah, thats it, my little helpless bunny.
"He's human Craig, Just kill him while he's down." Kenny huffed not showing a hint of compassion towards the small boy In my arms.
"No. He has done us no harm."
"What about your training! Now you will have to find another to make your first kill on!" the angered blond yelled with rage.
"I don't give a fuck! I will drink fucking animal blood if that what it takes! I will not harm him Kenny!" I snapped in anger, pulling tweek ever so closer to his beatless dead heart.
"He has seen our secret. We can't just let him go now."
"And why can't he! Why must I live in secret! You know damn well that this is not living!"
"... He's involved." Kenny muttered. " And you are correct my friend...you are not LIVING."
"..." The room was silent for several moments neither of them making a move to speak until the tension died down.
"Craig, where will Tweek stay?" He being the one to break the silence first.
"Here, There's plenty of room for him, I will bring him food, water, and take care of him" I looked down at the unmoving blond in my arms. His skin was a pale milk color, his cheeks lightly pink. The boy was small and fit perfectly in my arms, how could I even think to kill such a beautiful creature?
"Very well, He's yours, for now." he said coldly turning away.
I shivered not wanting to know what the ill tempered blond means by those words. I tried to distract myself by stroking tweeks hair. But that even couldn't stop me from the fear of Kenny harming my 'Pet'.
I quickly brought the boy to a room. It was nice and furnished with old paintings, sofas, and a small bathroom attached on the side. I supposed it was the master bedroom as I laid Tweek on the canopy velvet bed.
I traced his jugular vein licking my lips. One nibble, just one bite, that's all I need, my breathing increased as the sweet smell lingered to my nose. I inhaled the perfume like scent wanting more then to smell it, but taste, Suck, and devour the sweet liquid. I leaned down brushing my lips gently against the soft, warm skin of the small boy. One thing was clear; I wanted him, all of him.
The Boy gazed up at the figure appearing much bigger then himself.
"Who are you?" the raven haired boy whispered as the man extended his arm to him.
"Shh you will find out in due time."
"What have you done to me?"
"What I have done too many others." The man replied, knowing very well what the boy meant, but having fun playing with him all the same.
A small blond appeared behind the man his eyes glowing "can I eat him?" he asked.
Craig gulped. What is he saying? 'Eat' 'kill' what's going on?
"No, he is one of us; we do not eat our own." He said sternly to the ragidy looking boy.
"Craig?" The blond stepped forward staring at the darker haired boy.
"K-Kenny? I thought you had died?" he gasped gawking at the boy he once attended a funeral to.
Not long after Tweek moved away Kenny had died. It was a Hit and run accident resulting in his supposed death. Everyone paid no mind to it until it was announced he hadn't and never will come back alive again. The funeral was depressing; Tweek was not there to comfort me. I had been good friends with Kenny after Stan Started dating Kyle, leaving Kenny (who hated Eric with all his heart) to join Craig's group, replacing Tweek. It was never the same though; no one can replace his Tweekers.
Sorry about the flash backs, there a little boring, but needed to understand the story later on. :) I will try to make them as entreating as I can. Thanks for reading! Please review! ( editated)