I'm very sorry that this chapter was uploaded so much later than the other one! I'm writing a novel, and also going to weekly writing classes. The homework takes up sooooo much time T_T I have 2 clases with basically 5+hours for each of them

Anyway, I hope you enjoy this ^-^ Will upload more chapters when I can!

Eli moved the puzzle piece across the floor, and slid it into place. He smiled as he drew his hand away, staring at the two halves of a cloud that were now reunited lifted a piece from the box into the air. It was shaded grey, but a hint of a blue sky peeped through a crack in the cloud. Eli's eyes carefully scanned the incomplete picture, and he smiled once again. He'd found its place. Its home. He lowered it. But the distant slam of a door froze his fingers in mid air.

Eli heard the usual footsteps coming up the stairs. Furiously growing louder, and louder.

Eli scrambled back from the puzzle, looked frantically around, found his discarded jumper, and hid the puzzle from sight. He lifted the sleeve of his dress and bit down on the already frayed end. He chewed the fabric nervously, ignoring the vile taste of unwashed clothing as he stared at the kitchen.

Dishes were piled high at the sink. Pieces of chicken had sat out in the open for five hours now; left uncut, uncooked, and unready.

I did it again, I did it again, Eli thought. He collapsed into the corner of the couch, and wrapped his arms around his knees.

Keys jingled about in the hallway. Eli pressed himself into the couch, wishing he could sink inside it, hide himself away. But his wish wasn't granted as the lock turned. Oskar entered the room.

Eli peered out between his knees. He could already see the anger in Oskar's face; his eyebrows knitted together, his forehead wrinkled, his eyes narrowed.

His nose twitched; he was checking for the smell of cooked food. But he found none. His eyes flashed as the pupils darted to glare at Eli, whose thin frame began to tremble with fear.

Oskar looked away, placed his bag on the floor and unzipped it. Eli stomach muscle's tightened as he smelt blood. He bit down on his lip, trying to suppress the urge to lunge for it. Satisfy the pain of the hunger, and thirst that cursed him.

But because he'd forgotten to make dinner, he'd have to wait for the blood. Wait till Oskar had finished unleashing his anger. Forgetting to make dinner never went unforgiven.

Oskar walked over, his head held high. His eyes did not once look at Eli, but were instead fixed upon the jumper that lay on the floor. Eli followed his gaze, and saw a soft, white coloured puzzle piece peaking out from underneath.

"Is this what you were doing then?" Oskar's voice was stiff, and shaky with anger. "Playing games while I'm out." he stepped on the fabric, and Eli heard the pieces crunch beneath his boots.

"I get you blood." He raised his voice to a shout. "I MURDER PEOPLE FOR YOU."

Eli closed his eyes and hid his head between his knees. But pain suddenly pierced his skull as his hair was yanked, and his head was forced upwards.

"LOOK AT ME WHILE I'M TALKING TO YOU," Oskar's voice screamed.

"Oskar," Eli pleaded, opening his eyes. "The neighbours will hear."

He released him. "Who cares a shit about the neighbours."

"Oskar," Eli said in a weak voice. "Please, can I have the-"

"No," Oskar spat, and looked back at the bag that had been left beside the door.

Eli knew he could always run to it, use the last of his strength to get there with inhuman speed, and devour it before Oskar could stop him. But if he did that…Oskar would be beyond angry. He would leave. And this time, he might never come back.

"I'm tired and hungry" Oskar said, and threw himself down on the couch. "And you don't get to eat, until I get to eat." He looked back at Eli, his eyes caught the light, making them flash orange like a flame. "Got that?"

Eli nodded. His shoulders hunched in defeat. He kept his gaze down on the floor, and made his way over to the kitchen.

The T.V blared while the chicken was cooked. Eli watched Oskar out the corner of his eye. He still looked angry, but more relaxed now. His shoes were now off, his feet propped up on the table, his hands rested behind his head.

He'd changed so much since they'd first met. Oskar had only been a little taller than Eli back then, with round cheeks that were constantly flushed pink. A smile constantly beaming on his face And now, alot taller than Eli. His cheeks bones were prominent. His chubby body that Eli had loved to cuddle into had gone, replaced by hard muscle. And his smile was so rarely seen that Eli couldn't recall when he'd even last seen it.

Eli felt weak and light headed when he finished cooking the chicken. He squished into between two slices of a bread and handed it to Oskar.

His lip curled up at the sight of it, but he did not complain while he ate it. Eli waited patiently beside him, watching the T.V, but not really watching it.

There was now a constant ring in his ears. The hunger had become so strong that he'd begun to smell the blood off Oskar. And not the blood that was crusted onto his clothes. But the blood that pulsed beneath his skin.

He doesn't deserve his human life, Eli thought. He's cruel to everyone, including me. Who really needs him? I can find someone-

"What on earth are you doing?" he heard Oskar's voice say, pilling him straight away from his thoughts. Eli blinked. He was leaning forwards, only a inch away from Oskar's neck. Eli leaped backwards, falling off the couch onto the floor.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Eli said, gasping for air, even though he needed none. "I'm just so hungry." He tried to stop the tears that rose up in his eyes, but failed. He was now crying.

A hand pressed his arm. But not tightly, it was a soft touch. Eli turned to look at Oskar whose figure was blurred by wet tears.

"Here," he said, and something was placed into Eli's hands. He didn't need to look at what it was as the sweet smell of blood filled his lungs.

Eli faded away as the monster took over. Its eyes wild as he bit into the container, sucking in the fluid that lapped at the sides as he drank, and drank. Like always, Eli felt his heart pulse for a couple of beats. Warmth tingled his body, his weakness drained away. Happiness rushed through him.

When Eli came too, he found himself staring up at Oskar. His face was dark, but his hair was outlined with a golden light. With his blonde haired, he could have been an angel.

"You O.K?" he asked.

"Yes," Eli said.

"Good," he said, and nodded. "Well, you better clean up all this blood I'm-" he began. "I'm going to bed."

Eli's happiness disappeared. He didn't need to go to bed this early, which meant he was still angry at him. He pulled himself out of Oskar's lap, and was about to say goodnight. But now he had the strength to think properly, and decided that Oskar did not deserve a goodnight.

So Oskar stood, walked over to bedroom, and shut the door behind him. Eli was left alone.

He looked around, flinched as he saw the blood sprayed around the room; on the carpet, wallpaper, on Eli's dress that was completely drowned in red now. He lifted the fabric up to his mouth and sucked on it.

He stared at Oskar's bedroom door, listening to his breathing that could only be heard with his inhuman hearing.

How he wished he could go in, cuddle up against Oskar like they use too. But Oskar would only shout at him to go away. So instead, he crawled up to the door, and tapped against it;

"G-o-o-d n-i-g-h-t. L-o-v-e y-o-u"

He then went to find a cloth, and filled a bowl with water.

It was an hour later when he heard a gentle tapping against Oskar's door.

Eli listened.

"L-o-v-e y-o-u"