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Something Cold brushed the side of my neck waking me slowly from my slumber. The feeling wasn't unpleasant, but not knowing what it could be, I stayed as still as I could will my body to be. It wove around my neck, tracing small patterns and designs. For a moment I thought I heard a voice whisper my name. This went on for an endless time, making minutes into hours. Finally I got the strength to open my eyes. The sensation was quick to vanish along with my braveness. I shakily looked around the room, looking for a sign of someone, anyone.
"H-hello?" I whispered through my lips, half wanting a response, and the other fearing for one. For all I know there could be a robber here! I looked around the faded room realizing that this was not my own room. The hours prior to my fear induced sleep washed over me like a wave. Not one of renewal, but confusion. All I could remember was Craig. He was there, Kenny too (although I did not care much for him, it was still a clue). I gathered the thoughts and shoved them aside not wanting it to cloud my judgment. I yawned, stretching, and hopping off the rather large bed. I made my way through the dark room finely arriving at a window. I eased it open, a bath of dim moonlight greeted me. How late had I really been out for? I questioned my sanity and well-being for a moment. My thoughts were soon interrupted by a familiar voice echoing across the room.
" How did you sleep?" the raven boy asked knowing very well. I was watching small smiles creep up on his face as he smirked.
"I s-slept well." I replied unsure whether this was the same Craig who had Lost the fight in fourth grade. He was Tall, and muscular, but not buff. He had a perfect balance. His eyes were dark and empty, nothing like the blue eyes he once had. His hair was a dark black almost covering his eyes, making him appear more gothic then he really accounted for.
"Good."
"W-where am I?"
"Hell," he simply replied stepping closer to me.
A pit of uneasiness built in my stomach. It was not hunger, that I was sure of. I gulped looking up at him confused by what he meant by 'hell'.
"w-what happened?"
"What shouldn't have happened," he said mockingly
"T-tell me."
"No."
"I have the right to know!"
"..No."
The tall noirette never told Craig or Kenny his name. Craig's parents had been long dead after the incident. He was now fourteen, still young and only four years till full growth. There was a set level of vampires strongest being Blue bloods, second red, and third gold. It was a complicated system; toughs born from a vampire were pure vampires. Being bit by a (pure) blue blood resulted in the race of the red bloods, third being the Gold who is changed by red bloods into half vampires. Craig's master was a born natural vampire, who took his joy in making an army of red bloods and killing off the weak, leaving the strong. Craig and Kenny being his pupils, and pride and joy. When a red blood reaches the age 18, and has survived and drunken from there creator, they intern do not age. The system confused the boys, but never the less they knew being a blue blood was something they wanted. The third level (a.k.a gold bloods) could never become anything more than a weakened version of the original vampire. Craig asked his creator to explain this a little more, but he was yet to understand it.
I grabbed his arm huffing. "Come on Tweek..."
Anger filled me. Why am I so annoyed, and angered? I thought this was the boy I- No! This cannot be happening! Why do I care so much for him? What are these feelings? I looked down hearing whimpers and broken groans.
"Tweek!" I gasped no realizing in my deep thought I had been gripping tweeks hand to the point of almost breaking his small bones.
Tweek held his arm to his chest teary eyed.
" Tweek I'm sorry I did not realize I w-"
"I-I want to go home!" he interrupted hastily shaking and backing away from me.
"I cannot allow that." I sighed brushing the hair from my face trying to calm myself from ripping his jugular in half.
"You can't just keep me in here!" he snapped hastily.
"I can, and I will."
"I'm leaving!" he huffed walking past me only for me to grab his arm again (being a little more gentle this time).
"You can't...You should praise me for not killing you like I would anyone else." why am I being so mean to him? He deserves an explanation, right? No, he's a human, food, an animal, and my pet, nothing more. That's the only reason I kept him alive, Isn't it?
"Why did you not then." he looked up with innocent eyes, his face a light pink despise the dark aroma coming from me.
"..I did not say that...you just, didn't smell that tasty..." I huffed looking away, not wanting to admit how alluring he actually was, with those perfect pink lips and big sky blue eyes.
He giggled smiling "your silly."
He obviously didn't understand the situation. Did he even remember hours before I tried to murder him? Such a silly boy. That's why I Love him.
Thanks for reading: D next chapter soon! Please review more! Sorry for the confusing flash back XD I didn't know half of what I was saying either. ((edited..to best of my ability lol))