A/N: (Laughs nervously) Sorry about not updating in awhile...
Disclaimer:As usual, the Movie/Book belongs to the magnificent S.E. Hinton.
WARNING: If you can't stand slash, incest, or any type of sexual activity, don't even glance at this story. If you choose to ignore this, you've been warned...
Chapter Two
*^~Please Don't Go~^*
Just run away
from these lies
back to yesterday
safe tonight
I feel the sun creeping up like tick-tock
I'm trying to keep you in my head but if not
we'll just keep running from tomorrow with our lips locked
yeah you got me begging begging
baby please don't go
if I wake up tomorrow will you still be here
I don't know
if you feel the way I do
if you leave I'm gonna find you
Artist: Mike Posner
One name. Two syllables. Four letters. That was the only name that I could think about for the past twelve weeks.
Pony.
I was nearly moping around the house, until Steve finally had enough and decided to drag me out the house. I was glad, too. Everything reminded me of him. Everywhere I looked, there was a book, homework, notebooks, his pens. . . which he lost the cap to on everyone.
But Steve taking me out didn't help me none. Even every place we went to-especially the movies or the book store-reminded me of that angelic face. He was on my mind 24/7. I knew I was gonna regret Ponyboy going to that camp. I started to miss my baby right when his adorable, ticklish feet stepped out of the house.
Oh Pone. . . why did you have to leave and not take me with you?
No one on Earth doesn't know how much I love my baby brother, not even him.
Ponyboy is my life. And without him, I'm nothing. . . just another regular teenage boy who's taking up space.
He's my oxygen. I need him in order to survive. He's the reason why the sun rises every morning. . . the reason that the Earth spins. . .
. . . the reason for my happiness.
Everybody always staring at me, and complimenting me about my good looks. But compared to Pony, I was the Ugly Duckling.
It's such a blessing to wake up in the morning to find the most beautiful, curvacious body in the Universe, lying right next to me. His slightly pink porcelain skin-which is softer than a baby's bottom-that fits perfectly under my fingers.
I love it when I make him blush, how he looks down to the floor, as the strands of hair falls down in his face. So cute.
His face was acne free. But even if he would have just one little pimple, I still wouldn't give a damn. His facial features were so soft, so innocent, so beautiful. . . And somebody would have to go through me if they wanted to mess it up.
But that was never gonna happen, because I'm his protector.
I always joked about me having the longer and better hair out of me and Pony. But it was all a lie.
His hair felt like silk through my fingers. And I especially loved the way it looked in direct sunlight; Soft brown, with that little pinch of red.
And don't get me started on the smell. . . so arousing. . . I don't know how, but it's true.
Strawberries. Fresh strawberries that smelled as if they've just been picked. I could get high from just taking a small whiff.
Pony always complained about his eye color, how he always said said that he wished that they could be more gray instead of green. But honestly, I thought that they were perfect, just the way they were.
Green with strange slits of gray. . . I never thought about that combination until the first day I saw Pony; when he was born. And behind those piercing eyes holds pure innocence, dreams, and mysterious thoughts that no one would ever know until he spoke them aloud.
His cheeks were so soft and round and blush-able;they would always make a new color (red or pink), for the Crayola Crayons.
Those sweet lips that would always taste like the sweetest candy to me. . . And he would always know what he's doing to me when he always take his bottom lip in between his teeth, and gently nip on them while he's staring at me. Then he would oh-so slowly whip out his small pink tongue and swiftly lick his lips, so they would moisten and glisten in the dim light.
But as when we finally get alone, he'd get his payback. . .
And Fuck. Me. Sideways. That body. . .
I'm the luckiest fucker in the world.
That soft, flat, delicious stomach, those nice, muscular long legs. . . And even for fourteen year old, he had quite the package.
I love how his skin is so responsive to my touches. How his pink little nipples would immediately feel like pebbles when I roll my hot tongue over them. Or how his delectable ass would clench when I smack it.
He had all of his curves in the right place. . . There were no words to describe how beautiful he was.
But I didn't just love him because of his body. He was funny, stubborn (he gets that from Darry), and smart. Really smart. Unlike the rest of us, he can get outta this fucked up neighborhood and actually explore the world.
Ponyboy was a blessing in disguise.
These past couple of weeks have been a living hell for me. I was always bored without Pony by my side, and my heart would always crack when I would wake up to find an empty, cold spot next to me. Even being in our room without him would make me feel. . . lonely.
So I decided to sleep on the couch in the living room until Ponyboy would return.
Darry thought I was starting to go too far with the situation. But he didn't understand.
Ponyboy is my soul mate.
And when he's not around me, I feel empty. Cold. Alone.
And hot-headed.
I almost re-arranged Steve's fucking face the other day when he told me to get over this depression.
"He's gonna come back, Soda. It's not the end of the fucking world."
When those words immediately left his mouth, all I saw was red, as white-hot fury shot through every inch inside of my body.
If it wasn't for Darry to quickly shut Steve the hell up, I would've already snapped off the Bastard's fucking head and put it out on the front porch for display.
It's was like none of them seemed to understand how much Pony means to me.
He needs me, I need him, and without each other. . . we're just not complete.
But now since Ponyboy got over the loss of our parents, and that the Socs aren't bothering him as much, life is finally giving us a break.
Everything got back to normal.
For a while. . .
It all happened on that night, that changed our lives forever. And I still remember it like it was yesterday.
o o o
One month ago. . .
It was eleven o' clock at night and I was the only one in the house, watching Mission Impossible.
I was sitting Indian style on the couch, wrapped up in a cocoon of blankets, with a bowl of chocolate and vanilla ice cream, mixed up with some Lucky Charms cereal. Anyone else would've already had a bad stomach just by looking at it.
Two-Bit, Steve, Dally and Johnny were at the Dingo. I was supposed to be going too, but I declined at the last minute.
I still wasn't feeling too hot on Ponyboy leaving.
And since Darry was working late tonight, I was alone. . . and bored.
As I got untangled from the blankets, I walked into the kitchen and put my bowl in the sink, and fished into the fridge to find a Pepsi. Like I said: Stomach of Steel.
The same time I shut the refrigerator's door, so did the front's. I already knew it was Darry; The footsteps were loud, hard and heavy.
"Hey Darry," I greeted while I opened the draw and started to search for the can opener.
I didn't get a response. Even though my back was facing him, I could still feel the sense that he was mad about something. I finally found the can opener. I snapped the cap, and the popping sound was the only noise you could hear in the house. I took a swift out of the long neck bottle before placing it on the counter.
"You alright, Dar? Did your boss give your boss give you your raise like he pr—"
I was soon cut off when I turned around and walked straight into a hard, broad chest. I looked up to find Darry, gazing down at me—with those piercing ice blue eyes, that suddenly darkened to a ultramarine—with a look that made me uncomfortable.
Why the hell was he standing so close?
We were both standing so close—with our chests pressed against each other—that I could even feel his breath hitting my forehead. And even though he had was wearing a T-shirt on that clung to his chest, I could still feel the intense heat radiating off his body.
Every cell in my body told me to get away from him.
Run, Soda, run. . .
Danger, danger. . .
Get the hell outta there! NOW!
But even if I tried to escape, it wouldn't be any use, because he had me trapped against the kitchen counter. Before I could even utter out a single word, a pair wet lips found it's way to my neck.
The fuck. . .?
My mouth went dry and my throat closed up as I tried to make out a sentence, and actually believe that I was in the kitchen with Darry gnawing at my neck. My brain suddenly switched on, and I was able to speak.
"D-darry. . .w-what are you do-doing?" I stuttered. But it was like he didn't seem to hear me. My eyes suddenly rolled in the back of my head as he started to suck on the tender part of my skin that he nipped at.
I couldn't help but moan at the sensation.
I haven't felt this good ever since my baby left, but all of those thoughts soon left my mind as it started to fill up with the fog of lust.
My whole body shuddered as his hot tongue swept across my flesh. When my arms started to work again, I bought my hand to his soft hair and gently started to tug and pull; to encourage him to keep going.
That's when he stopped, and I almost wouldn't have heard Darry mutter a 'I'm sorry'—because of my suddenly dazed state—as he quickly bit into my flesh.
o o o
Pain. Pain. And more pain. It was so excruciating. It felt like I was dying, and going straight to the Flaming Pits of Hell.
Until I saw a figure. A huge fucking figure. But that figure was unbelievably handsome.
Darry.
Not that he wasn't handsome before. But he looked inhumanly beautiful. Like he was marveled out of sculpture by that Michelangelo dude.
And that's when I started to feel the difference about myself.
When I opened my eyes wider, everything was so damn clear. Sharp. Defined. I was able to see the dust mites flying around the room. I saw colors and patterns and textures that no human eyes wouldn't be able to see.
And I was able to hear everything. Miles and miles from where I was.
I could hear the T.V. two doors down from us. They were watching I Love Lucy.
I could hear the trees brushing against each other, and the wind that was blowing ferociously outside, even though all the windows were closed shut.
And multiple smells were hitting me from every direction; Spoiled milk that was over due two days ago, the chocolate cake that was sitting out on the kitchen table (which smelled disgusting, by the way), the oil grease mixed with cheap perfume off of my clothes, Darry's breath, that smelled like some type of fruit—an apple?—the roses that dad got for mom on their anniversary that was sitting in the glass vase next to the window.
Dirty socks, beer, leftover lasagna from last night. . .
o o o
And that's when I smelled him.
o o o
The smell hit me like a tornado.
Strawberries. Fucking ripe, juicy, sweet strawberries. And flowers; Lilies to be exact. The smell was erotic, and mouth-watering, I couldn't help it when a animal like snarl ripped out of my throat.
I sniffed the air, blocking all of the other smells. They were no where compared to this one.
When I sniffed again, all of my senses were violently assaulted. My nostrils flared, and another growl erupted, from the deep pit of my stomach.
It smelled so delicious, fine, exquisite. Which just made the slight discomfort in my throat, that became a raging fire.
I felt like a monstrous creature, ready to attack at any given moment to search for that arousing scent.
Venom over filled my mouth, dripping from my teeth. In an instant, all my attempts at humanity were lost. I became a dangerous predator, who just smelled his prey.
Like lightning, I was up on my two feet, and I automatically got down into a crouch, ready to attack at any given moment.
In a half of a second, Darry was a few feet in front of me, holding his palms out in front of him in a I'm-not-gonna-shoot gesture.
"Sodapop," he whispered in a hypnotic voice,"Calm down." I ignored his command.
"What's that smell?" I snarled, still in crouch.
He didn't speak, so I continued, even though the smell still burned my throat.
"Why am I acting like this? Why can I. . .hear, see and smell things that I normally can't? What. Happened. To. Me?" I made sure to punctuate every syllable at my last sentence harshly.
Darry sighed, and ran a hand through his brown hair. And then, of course, me so smart, I sniffed through my nose once again.
Jesus Christ.
It was like it was made just for me. The magnificent scent gave me pleasure, that I could almost taste on my tongue. But it also bought me pain, because it felt like I was inhaling flames.
My mind went pitch black, and I became that fearsome monster, that no one wouldn't want to near.
Only four words seemed to register through my brain.
That. Scent. Is. MINE!
Forgetting about Darry and his comforting words that were useless, I started searching through the house at immortal speed. I searched every room, every corner, every closet, and the more I searched, the more angry I would get when I couldn't find it.
The last room. Was mine and Pony's.
I kicked the door opened and when it hit the wall, it sounded like thunder cackling.
Damn that's gonna leave one hell of a den—
The scent hit my nose once more.
Mine. Mine! MINE!
I attacked the room, not caring what type of mess I left behind. I went through my draws and smelled each one of my shirts. It was probably the smell of a broad that rubbed against me. I went through the closets and smelled all of my jeans: Nothing. I even smelled my DX cap.
The smell was in this room, very close by, but I couldn't find it.
In a nano second, Darry was standing in the doorway, with a nervous expression on his face.
Darry was nervous.
But the question was: Why was Darry nervous?
And that's when it suddenly hit me.
I smelled all of my stuff, my belongings.
I heard Darry calling my name, trying to soothe me again, but I was too far away.
It couldn't be. . .
I walked slowly to Pony's side of the bed, and grabbed his pillow.
It's impossible. . .
I gripped it tightly, and bought it up to my face. But I didn't have to, because the scent already wrapped around my nose like a blanket.
Strawberries and lilies.
Oh. Shit.
My knees started to shake, and the world started to spin. I clutched the fluffy comforter, and I did the only thing I could do.
I inhaled.
Even the pillow couldn't mute the sounds of my growls and snarls.
Ponyboy. It was Ponyboy all along. . .
Smells so good. . . and tender. . . and juicy. . .
Have to find him. . .
One bite won't hurt him. . .
And no one's gonna stop me. . .
MINE!
Before I could register, I was slammed roughly against the wall, and Darry's face was only inches from mines. Damn he was stronger than a motherfucker. If I was still human, my limbs would've already broke into two. When he spoke, his voice was calm, but very deadly.
"Sodapop Patrick you better get a fuckin' hold of yourself. I know this is gonna be hard for you to control, but you will NOT put your baby brother in jeopardy!"
"But—" He cut me off.
"NO! There is no 'buts'! You're not gonna harm your brother just because you can't control your thirst. Understand?"
Wait, thirst? That was what I was feeling that whole time? The hell. . .?
Fear took over my body. "Darry, what am I?"
Darry's solid eyes once became liquid again, as he loosened his grip on me, but still get a firm grip on either, so I either won't hunt my brother down, or either because he could sense that my legs were still feeling shaky.
Darry never answered my question, so I asked again, but differently. "Darry, what are we?"
Icy blue eyes suddenly met worried brown eyes. Then all of a sudden, I heard a small, frightened voice in the back of my head, that sounded just like Darry. And that's when I immediately regretted asking the question, as the tiny voice gave me spoke. The answer was sharp.
Welcome to your new life, Pepsi-Cola. You're a bloodsucker. A Vampire.
o o o
Yeah, now you know the story. I got turned into a filthy, bloodsucking demon, who wanted to kill his baby brother. And Steve and Two-Bit are the ones to blame.
Darry told me everything that happened, from Steve and Two-Bit going to a bar, to meeting two fuck hot gorgeous women, to the women biting their dumb asses, to biting the rest of us: Me, Darry, Dally and Johnny. Darry didn't have to hold me back this time, because I had beat the holy fuck out of both of them. If they were still humans, they would've already been in their fucking graves by now.
I know that was weeks ago, but I was still fucking pissed at them. Me and Darry. Especially Darry. The look he gave to both Steve and Two-Bit made Dally look like a ballerina.
I wasn't also mad, but I was frightened as well. I was so scared that if I got near Pony, I would drain him dry. I would've never, ever forgave myself if anything happened to Pony. Not in a million years. But I was so lucky that I had Darry by my side the whole way.
Now, even though Pony's scent still burned my throat, I had learned control. Tomorrow he would finally be coming home, and I was ready to face my biggest fear in my entire life.
Facing Pony again.
o o o
You okay, Sodapop? Darry asked for the umpteenth time.
"Yeah," I grumbled, knowing he could still hear me, even though he was a couple of minds away from the house.
I was still a little anxious and nervous, but I think I had it all under control.
Yeah, shithead. You think.
I scowled at one of Pony's white T-shirts I was wearing. I bought it up to my nose once more and inhaled, ignoring the crazy burning sensation.
Damn it. Out of all people why did have to be my sweetheart? Was God punishing me for something I did? Fuck. I wish it could've been anybody except—
Thump Thump. Thump Thump.
Oh God, he's here.
Thump Thump. Thump. Thump.
"Horseboy is back!" Two-Bit shouted, making Ponyboy's heart accelerate in embarrassment.
Oh God, I can't do this. I just can't. . .
"Don't try to down-play it, Kid. You've been readin' Porn, haven't you?" Pony's heart jumped twice, and I could just imagine all of the blood rushing up to his delicate cheeks. Damn it, shut the hell up, Two-Bit!
Darry read my mind, because he growled,"Shut the hell up, Two-Bit. What you need to be readin' is the newspaper so you could look for a job." Thanks, Dar. I owe you.
I heard the front door slam, followed by soft footsteps.
Thump Thump.
I opened the room door, and walked down the hall.
Thump Thump.
The closer the distance, the stronger the smell.
Thump Thump.
I could hear his breathing in the Living room.
Thump Thump. Thump Thump.
I stopped in the kitchen doorway. I only saw the back of him, which was putting a tent in my jeans, as I watched his sway that plump ass every time he walked.
I breathed in a big puff of air, ignoring the burn, and said,"Ponyboy?"
He stopped walking, and his heart paced more and more. I licked my lips and swallowed the venom that was over flowing in my mouth.
Calm down, Soda. Darry called in my mind. I nodded, as Ponyboy finally started to turn around to face me.
I think my frozen heart jumped at his appearance. Damn, I can't wait till we're alone.
He more beautiful than any girl or guy. . . combined.
His copper hair was longer, and looked silkier and soft. Even from across the room, I could smell the shampoo;Strawberries. His eyelashes were so thick and long, as it fanned his rose colored cheeks every time he blinked. His jaw was clenched, and I had the sudden urge to suck and nip at it. Then I took in the sight of his small, delectable lips. I imagined me sucking in his bottom lip, before plunging my tongue in his hot, sweet and wet cavern. Damn it, he just got here and he's already making my jeans uncomfortable.
His grey cotton shirt clung to his chest, making his curvy hips show out more. His shirt was pulled a little, to show off his torso. His skin was so soft. He had legs longer than any super model's. I imagined them being wrapped around my shoulders or waist. Those jeans made his thighs and delicious ass pop out. It looked like he got stronger, too. I was able to see a layer of muscle wrapped around his skin. His body was so glorious; so lean, and it was in the figure of a S. He always reminded me of a snake;Curvy, hypnotizing, and dangerous.
Images automatically popped up in my head, showing all the ways how and where I could possibly fuck Pony.
It felt like ages just staring at each other until I finally spoke,"Oh Pony. . .it's really you," I said as I started taking steps towards him."It's been so long. I know it's been three months, but these past three months felt like three years."I heard Steve scoff outside, then Darry smacked in the back of the head.
Then before I knew it, I was standing so close to him, that I felt his delicious breath hit me. Lilies. Then I heard a voice in my head. It wasn't Darry, this voice was harsher, meaner. It was the monster inside of me.
Come on, all you gotta do is bite him. Simple as that.
Ignoring the demon, I took my long fingers, and traced them down to his cheek bones, to his jaw-line, all the way down to his parted lips, as he was trying to control his jagged breathing.
You're a vampire aren't you? What do they do: Kill their prey.
I mentally told him to shut his God damn trap, as I flicked my thumb over his flesh."So beautiful," I whispered huskily, before attaching my hungry lips to his.
Lilies and strawberries were all around me, and the flames in the back of my throat burned like hell, but all I did was deepen the kiss. I took his bottom lip in between my now sharper teeth. I oh so gently bit down, making him gasp in pleasure, making his mouth open wider. I invited my tongue in without a invitation, and I put my tongue everywhere it could. I felt his small hands digging into my scalp, as he was trying to pull me closer. He didn't have to ask me twice. Then, he did something he knew he shouldn't have: He bucked his hips towards mine, making the monster in me growl.
I slammed him into the wall behind him, and pulled my lips apart from his. His eyes were half-closed, but I could see them filled with lust. They were all gray, no green. He was panting and his breath kept shooting into my face like cannon balls. Don't tempt me, honey. . .
Then, his small tongue slipped out of his mouth, as he swept it across his already wet lips. Now it's time to show him who's boss. . .
I slammed my mouth back onto his, and grabbed his hips with one of my hands, while the other went to grab his ass through his jeans."Soda," he whimpered as he kept grinding up against me, trying to get some sort of release, but it wasn't enough.
The more his heart quickened his pace, the closer the monster was about to slip out.
I traced my mouth all the down until it reached his throat. I pressed my mouth to it gently, feeling and hearing the pulse. It was like music to my ears. Thump Thump. Thump Thump.
I bought my mouth to his now red ear, and whispered,"Welcome home, baby."
I was so glad to have him back.
But I was also still worried, because now I have to keep myself from killing him.
Let the games begin.
Then the monster laughed.
o o o
A/N: (Hides) Please don't hurt me. If you're reading this, then you've found out that I edited this chapter. But I had to. It looked so un-finished. I would've if my mother wouldn't kept rushing me to get off the computer last night. So, sorry about that. . .
Anyway, some of you are probably wondering: Do they have supernatural abilities? Answer: Yes. I stole some from S. Meyer. I hope she doesn't mind.
Soda: Dangerously strong. (Yes, he's stronger than Darry)
Darry: Telekinesis. Darry can go into a person's mind-Vampire and Human-and talk to them.
Johnny: He has the ability to both feel and manipulate the emotions of those around him.
Two-Bit: He has the power to cause a painful. electric shock-like jolt in anyone he touches.
Dally: Dally can use a seductive, hypnotic voice, making anyone do anything he says.
Steve: I don't have one for Steve yet. Are there any requests?
So I guess that's everything. See you in Chapter 3!