As fast as the young albino could he grabbed his phone and texted his guardian, the light hurting his fierce velvet red orbs, but that didn't matter. What mattered was getting out of here as fast as he possibly could. "bro i need you to come pick me up asap. some shit went down, im at johns, hurry." The Strider typed, dropping his phone on the floor as he waited in anticipation for something to happen, for someone to save him.
He was changing. This couldn't be happening, this had to be some kind of morbid nightmare that he was having and he was going to wake up any minute from his Bro putting his hand in warm water and him pissing himself.
No. This was real. All of it.
Even now with his back against the wall and his knees pulled to his chest, he could feel the change. He could feel his body trying to fight it off so desperately, but failing. Even now, when moments ago his heart was racing, he could gradually feel it starting to slow down, he gripped his shirt tightly, his shaking hand over the side of his chest that his heart would be and clinging to the feeling of his pulse until it slowed so much to the point of where he couldn't feel it, and then it was gone.
Dave couldn't stop shaking, he looked as though he were about to vomit from how terrified he was. Then the pain hit him, the feeling of his horns portruding from his skull and his fangs beginning to grow in abnormally fast, being an unbareable feeling to him.
The obsidian haired demon watched in the shadows of his room as the beautiful, naked blonde sat far from him, one hand over his heart and the other on his neck, where he was bitten to be specific. Not like he was bleeding or anything, likely just out of fear and anger. Then it hit him, the beginning of his transformation into a creature so dangerously beautiful, and yet so terrifying. He chuckled softly as he watched, his pointed tail swaying to-and-fro behind him, looking almost amused as he watched the human turn to demon. It wouldn't take long, now, before he was one of them.
Meanwhile Bro was at home when he received the sudden text from Dave, who had taken his car to John's. He sighed and replied with, "Alright, I'll come and get you." He replied, wondering if he had crashed the car or gotten pulled over, something involving the cops. Why else wouldn't he be able to drive himself home? The blonde put on his grey cap, along with his charcoal black, finger-less gloves, before grabbing his keys, phone, and wallet, heading out of the apartment.
It took the grown man a little less than fifteen minutes until he arrived, he wondered if anyone was even here, because it certainly didn't look like it. Bro knocked impatiently, only to find that the door was unlocked. How unusual, the Egbert's were normally very uptight about their security. Something was up, all the lights were off and it appeared that Mr. Egbert was gone. Unless those little brats were playing a damn prank on much older blonde wiped off his shoes before closing the door behind him, turning on the nearest light switch before ascending up the flight of stairs to the smaller Egbert's room, where he assumed the two were, "Dave?" He called, only to find no reply. Then he heard it, a blood curdling scream, crying out in agony from upstairs. It didn't take rocket science to realize that the scream had came from his younger sibling, and so he flash-stepped into the room, immediately turning on the lights to find Dave on the floor and a man that looked very similar to John standing in the corner of the room.
He would never forget the look of agony and fear he saw in Dave's eyes, watching as Dave began to change, losing more of himself each time he did. He was losing Dave, and there was nothing he could do to save him.
His heart dropped to his stomach when he realized that that was no man, that was a demon, that was John. Jesus there was no time for this. "Dave!" He shouted, rushing over to the young, pale blonde who was stark naked and curled into a fetal position, choking on sobs as he cried out and occasionally whimpered in pain. It hadn't taken long until Bro had found the cause of all of this, the bite marks on his neck explained it all. He laid Dave down gently in his lap, stroking some stray strands of hair out of his eyes, noticing almost immediately the beginning of small horns poking out on his head, the hair surrounding it looking disturbed.
Once again he was left screaming in pain, clutching his fists and gritting his teeth as he rolled back onto his side, his head resting in his guardian's lap as he writhed in pain, even his nails were growing longer, ultimately making his hands bleed due to the nails digging into his palms. "Bro.. P-please, make it stop..!" He begged, apple orchard orbs filled with tears as he looked up at his brother desperately, as if he could do something. Even just him being there was better than nothing, but he was terrified, he wanted it to stop, death was even preferable at this point. A low chuckle came from the corner of the room, the tall male clasping his hands together, a brilliant smile on his thin pink lips as he watched the two siblings, looking more amused than anything. "My, what a brilliant entrance that was, Mr. Strider, so touching." He purred, his voice much richer than it had been when he was mortal.
"I really do hate to be so rude and step out with visitors are present, but it appears my time here is over." The demon said, his tail swaying as he took a few steps forward, grinning down at the young blonde who appeared to be in a lot of pain judging by the expressions and noises he was making. "Farewell, for now, David." And without another word spoken, John melted into the shadows and disappeared from sight, leaving Bro to deal with his hormonal brother.
Bro was so confused, he didn't know what had happened and he wasn't sure on whether or not to get Dave home as fast as possible or hunt down that little fucker and kick his ass. He sighed, looking down at the sibling in his lap who had passed out just moments ago from pain and gently stroked his bangs out of his face. He knew he had to get the young boy home right away, there was nothing he could do, no way to reverse it, but he had to at least get him out of here and to safety as soon as possible. He immediately grabbed a nearby rob that the little homosexual Egbert had hanging up on a hook and put it on Dave, he needed something to cover him, even if it was a baby blue covered rob that was almost as soft as the fabric he used for his smuppets.
Almost.
The guardian grabbed Dave's shades and slid his toned and slightly tan arms under the young, frail boy, scooping him up into his arms and coming to a stand as he did; holding Dave protectively close to his chest as he shut off the lights and left the room, and then the house. He wasted no time in getting Dave into his truck, deciding to leave Dave's car here until morning. Getting the boy into an upright position in the passenger seat, he slid his shades on his face and buckled him up, closing the door moments afterwards. He got into the drivers seat quickly, efficiently starting up the car and buckling up while he waited for the engine to settle.
Once it had, he was gone.
Bro felt horrible, there was nothing he could do for his brother as he changed into a monster in front of his very eyes. But what could he do? Even once he would arrive home, there was no cure, there was no medication he could give him, he'd just have to let Dave suffer and be there for moral support. His heart ached just looking over at his unconscious brother in the mirror, his expression peaceful as they drove along the slightly busy highway. He was surprised he hadn't gotten hit by another car due to how little focus he had in driving right now. Of course his first and only priority was to get Dave home safely as soon as he was able, but his mind was elsewhere, his mind was on John and how brutal and cruel he was now, and how Dave was naked and probably raped by that son of a fucking-
He took a deep breath and applied a bit more pressure to the gas pedal with his right foot, getting angry wouldn't help anything, it would just make things worse. He had to get home. Bro tried to think more rationally as he drove, he needed to focus on not getting into a car crash, he needed to focus on keeping Dave safe until they got home.
After what seemed like forever, they had finally arrived home. Bro immediately shut off the car, unbuckling and sliding out of the drivers seat before rushing over to the other side of the vehicle to open up the passenger seat; even taking his eyes off of Dave for an instant made him anxious. When he opened the passenger door to see his unconscious sibling still safe and sound, he sighed, relieved as he reached up to place his palm softly on his pale cheek. He was feverish, sweating, even, and his horns were more prominent than before. The strawberry kissed blonde unbuckled the younger, smaller blonde before scooping him up again, his shades going slightly askew as he carried him bridal-style into their apartment. No one seemed to notice or care as he walked into the building, not even wasting time going into the elevator and instead flash-stepping into their home on the second floor. He kicked off his shoes and went to the couch, laying Dave down and going into the bathroom to retrieve a fever reducing pill and a wet cloth, which he damped with cold water, wringing it, and bringing it back into the living room for him. He was so pale... Bro bit his bottom lip, worried for his sibling.
He took a moment to remove Dave's shades, folding and placing them on the coffee table before gently wiping some of the sweat from his face and forehead, placing the folded cloth on his forehead afterwards. Bro didn't want to have to wake Dave up, he didn't want to see him in pain again, but he really needed to take some sort of medication and get some fluids in him. Something. Before waking him up, however, he went to grab a metal bucket from their mess of a kitchen, in case he needed to throw up, and a bottle of apple juice for his pill.
Bro was by his side in a matter of seconds, setting the bucket down by the side of the couch and the apple juice on the maple coffee table. "Dave. Dave, wake up. You need to take this." He said, shaking his shoulder softly. After a few more tries he finally got the boy to wake up, his bright apple red hues opening, filled with curiosity rather than pain. He was relieved. "Come on lil' man, can you sit up at all?" He asked, wondering what was going through his head just then. "I got you some aj and a fever reducing pill, it'll help." He said, removing the cloth from his forehead and setting it on the table.
Dave blinked with wide, shiny ruby orbs as he looked up at the man offering him something to help with a fever. "Who are you?"
He lost him. Dave was really, truly gone. It took only three words to send his whole world crashing down.
Meanwhile Bro was at home when he received the sudden text from Dave, who had taken his car to John's. He sighed and replied with, "Alright, I'll come and get you." He replied, wondering if he had crashed the car or gotten pulled over, something involving the cops. Why else wouldn't he be able to drive himself home? The blonde put on his grey cap, along with his charcoal black, fingerless gloves, before grabbing his keys, phone, and wallet, heading out of the apartment.
It took the grown man a little less than fifteen minutes until he arrived, he wondered if anyone was even here, because it certainly didn't look like it. Bro knocked impatiently, only to find that the door was unlocked. How unusual, the Egbert's were normally very uptight about their security. Something was up, all the lights were off and it appeared that Mr. Egbert was gone. Unless those little brats were playing a damn prank on him.
The much older blonde wiped off his shoes before closing the door behind him, turning on the nearest light switch before ascending up the flight of stairs to the smaller Egbert's room, where he assumed the two were, "Dave?" He called, only to find no reply. Then he heard it, a blood curdling scream, crying out in agony from upstairs. It didn't take rocket science to realize that the scream had came from his younger sibling, and so he flashstepped into the room, immediately turning on the lights to find Dave on the floor and a man that looked very similar to John standing in the corner of the room.
His heart dropped to his stomach when he realized that that was no man, that was a demon, that was John. Jesus there was no time for this. "Dave!" He shouted, rushing over to the young, pale blonde who was stark naked and curled into a fetal position, choking on sobs as he cried out and occasionally whimpered in pain. It hadn't taken long until Bro had found the cause of all of this, the bitemarks on his neck explained it all. He laid Dave down gently in his lap, stroking some stray strands of hair out of his eyes, noticing almost immediately the beginning of small horns poking out on his head, the hair surrounding it looking disturbed.
Once again he was left screaming in pain, clutching his fists and gritting his teeth as he rolled back onto his side, his head resting in his guardian's lap as he writhed in pain, even his nails were growing longer, ultimately making his hands bleed due to the nails digging into his palms. "Bro.. P-please, make it stop..!" He begged, apple orchard orbs filled with tears as he looked up at his brother desperately, as if he could do something. Even just him being there was better than nothing, but he was terrified, he wanted it to stop, death was even preferable at this point. A low chuckle came from the corner of the room, the tall male clasping his hands together, a brilliant smile on his thin pink lips as he watched the two siblings, looking more amused than anything. "My, what a brilliant entrance that was, Mr. Strider, so touching." He purred, his voice much richer than it had been when he was mortal.
"I really do hate to be so rude and step out with visitors are present, but it appears my time here is over." The demon said, his tail swaying as he took a few steps forward, grinning down at the young blonde who appeared to be in a lot of pain judging by the expressions and noises he was making. "Fairwell, for now, David." And without another word spoken, John melted into the shadows and disppeared from sight, leaving Bro to deal with his hormonal brother.
Bro was so confused, he didn't know what had happened and he wasn't sure on whether or not to get Dave home as fast as possible or hunt down that little fucker and kick his ass. He sighed, looking down at the sibling in his lap who had passed out just moments ago from pain and gently stroked his bangs out of his face. He knew he had to get the young boy home right away, there was nothing he could do, no way to reverse it, but he had to at least get him out of here and to safety as soon as possible. He immediately grabbed a nearby rob that the little homosexual Egbert had hanging up on a hook and put it on Dave, he needed something to cover him, even if it was a baby blue covered rob that was almost as soft as the fabric he used for his smuppets.
Almost.
The guardian grabbed Dave's shades and slid his toned and slightly tan arms under the young, frail boy, scooping him up into his arms and coming to a stand as he did; holding Dave protectively close to his chest as he shut off the lights and left the room, and then the house. He wasted no time in getting Dave into his truck, deciding to leave Dave's car here until morning. Getting the boy into an upright position in the passenger seat, he slid his shades on his face and buckled him up, closing the door moments afterwards. He got into the drivers seat quickly, efficiently starting up the car and buckling up while he waited for the engine to settle. Once it had, he was gone.