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999vixen · 2 months ago

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➜ VAMPIRE!KYLE BROFLOVSKI X FEM!READER

｡𖦹°‧ trigger warning; blood, excessive mentions of organs, cannibalistic urges, descriptions of a dead animal, gore.

sauntering through the crowded hallways of the school, [Name] supported a small smile on her face, her eyes roamed the atmosphere of the building, the groans, and mummers of the horde falling deaf upon her ears; today was her birthday! nothing can dampen her mood. not the dull flickering of the fluorescent lights, not the gloomy stuttering of the weary students.

her vision landed upon her group of friends, she fastened her impending pace, as her mirthful steps caught the ears of the ever attentive Wendy, "here comes the birthday girl!" she exclaimed, removing Stan's affectionate grip from her shoulders, and fondly clasping [Name] into an embrace that felt soft on her skin, and sweet in her guts. "hey, Wendy!" she mumbled into the fabric of her coat, before she giggled, stepping away from the warmth of the black haired girl.

as she settled within the group, eager sentences of happy birthdays brimmed her hearing, coating them with the honeyed sentiments of tenderness. she bashfully grinned, the sentences fueled of elation wishing her a great day caused her heart to swell, the gentle pecks of cordiality surged benevolently through her veins, focusing her scrutiny on every fleeting word that came from all of her friends.

all except one.

Kyle Broflovski.

nothing can dampen her mood, though. not even him.

he leaned against the chilly metal of the lockers, avoiding her intruding eyes, with a tense mien, and strained shoulders. his mouth dipped into the show of an uncomfortable frown, his thick brows furrowed underneath the clump of red curls that sprawled from the clutches of his beanie. the glistening of perspiration gleamed bleakly under the plodding blinking of the faux luminescence of the lightbulbs. his pupils awfully dilated in his emerald irises; the hues within them radiant, yet so utterly overshadowed by the murk of the unknown. they stayed unblinking, never faltering, as he gazed into nothingness.

[Name]'s smile twitched, the lines of appreciation adorning her countenance darkening with the vexatious perplexity that threatened to escape from in between her gritted teeth. she couldn't take her sight off of him, his presence screeched aloud for her undivided attention, his skull called for her name to blaze holes within it. only one question seemed to stick to the tip of her tongue— what happened to you? and amongst the dubiety of the tides, she could feel her heart burn.

with longing? with irritation? she was unsure.

Stan appeared to notice his uneasy state, as his palm clutched his shoulder, squeezing it gently, and nodding. Kyle's vision disconnected from the filthy linoleum of the building, it settled within the deep cerulean tints of his best friend's eyes, his mouth alleviated into the form of an apprehensive, quivering grin. his lips unnaturally tilted, his teeth peeking through the soft flesh, as if announcing that he's alright.

a pungent flavor graced her tastebuds at the sight, [Name] disregarded her friends' sentences, her gaze etching intensely into the interaction of the duo. the resentment weighted heavily upon her expression, the curtains of her joy imperiled to dissipate. yet, perhaps, it's more than envy, perhaps, the bitterness is much more acidic than it seems. because, she remembers, she remembers being in Stan's place once upon a time.

and, that's what makes it so utterly unfair.

how he brushed her aside without a second thought, how he disregarded her pleading eyes, how he ignored her sorrowful confrontations with enlarged pupils, reddened cheeks, and clenched fists. her mere existence was wiped from the cortex of his brain, akin to an inferior canvas that didn't gleam with memories of adoring companionship. huffing soundlessly, she reluctantly adjusted her sight from the specks of lost friendship that roamed the suddenly asphyxiating air.

she could feel her birthday get consumed by the blazing tints of mourning.

an arm wrapped around her shoulders tenderly, she felt warm breaths connect with the shell of her ear, "so, what'ya wearing tonight, birthday girl?" Kenny's voice rung out, his tone comforting, as he squeezed her shoulder. his eyes squinted at her; seemingly noticing her muddled state. [Name] found herself gazing into the harmony coated blues, with a slopped beam, her fingertip connected with his nose, pushing his infiltrating face away from her own, "you'll have to wait to find out." she remarked, but the noisy blaring of the bell interrupted his incoming response.

she pushed him off her body gently, as she bid farewells to her friends, her gaze settled on the redhead for a second too long, but before she could contemplate his odd behavior, she hurriedly strolled to class. the illumination of the day suddenly felt bleak, so incredibly blank in her eyes. Kenny's futile attempt at distracting her could only do so much, his subtle reminder of their small get together after school vinegary upon the addled puddles of her background.

her classes were shrouded by the potent scent of gnawing tumult, the glee of her birthday was veiled by the stout coating of doubt. it seemed that whenever Kyle invaded her sight; the spotlight would glimmer angelically upon his tresses that appeared to have lungs of their own, instantaneously his presence would glue itself to the windows of her soul, and her mind would brim with the quondam that she refuses to allow to fleet from her brittle clasp.

yet, her eyes widened in realization once she found him standing in front of her classroom door. the school was mostly vacant of students, her teacher needed her, and she was forced to stay back, her lips pursed in distaste at the fact that she would be late to the hangout, and she wouldn't even have time to change her outfit. the grip of her teeth on her lips loosened in optimism— that maybe, maybe, he's here to speak with her, to apologize for his absence from her life.

but her hopes seemed to shatter, suffocating underneath the iron grip of pessimism, because maybe he isn't here for her at all.

his emerald hues looked to be drained, extracted from their usual glow, as he glanced at her. there she stood; her mouth slightly agape at his unexpected appearance, unfiltered ogling, she clutched the fabric covering her thumping heart, the blood vessels seemed to expand far beyond her understanding, humming noisily in her ears. his viridescent irises hollered aloud for her soul, she could feel the essence of her being slipping from in between her organs the longer she stared, his eyes were sucking her in.

the glimmering sand of sapphires glinting tauntingly, it truly put the sun to shame. yet, they used to be brighter, warmer.

she longed to be one within them— no matter how dull, she yearned to combine the hues of their eyes together into the toxin of fleecy craving.

the silence ensued, escaping from the cracks within the walls with an echo of haunting sneers, prickling harshly against their cells. his skin flared, the blood rushed to the apples of his cheeks, painting his countenance with the brilliance of the color. he wanted to adjust his vision, to gaze at the ground with ravenous shame, because even then, the need to devour her hasn't faded.

the mutual sentiment of the pitiful disagreement blared to life, they both didn't desire to shatter the bubble of mock peacefulness.

his breath seemed to fasten its pace, bolting through his mouth in intense puffs, "..hey, [Name].." he uttered, his vocal cords shaky within his throat. the quietude stirred underneath his buzzing words, causing the girl to flinch out of her enchanted stupor, "hey..? what are you doing here?" she hesitantly responded to his greeting, awkwardness settling in the saliva that appeared to be stuck in her esophagus. she despises how her speech escaped into a field of silken cotton, how it felt light upon her tongue,

and, she despises how she couldn't bring herself to despise him, no matter how much she attempted to whisk the despondent confusion into the image of enraged abhorrence, it just doesn't seem to work.

because, woe is much more acidic than rage, and it burns.

"huh?" her speech didn't reach his ears, it was all muffled amidst the interior of his mind, the wires of his hearing disconnecting, as her scent clouded his senses. so sickly sweet— so so pure, it wafted through the air mockingly, with strings of saccharine attached, the sugar seemed to dribble in the atmosphere, continuously ridiculing him, he could feel the bones of his teeth bury themselves deep into the flesh of his tongue, it was repulsive. even through the guilt, those very same teeth sharpened in hungry lust.

Kyle adjusted his neck, averting his eyes far away from her; he couldn't bare to stare at her any longer. [Name] stepped closer to him, she didn't seem to notice him backing away slightly, with clenched fists, and staggered breaths. "what are you doing here? school ended an hour ago." she repeated, her loudened tone shattering his guilt-ridden reverie, yet his vision stayed glued to the grime brewing from beneath the ground. "y-yeah.. um. i was waiting for you. wanna walk together to Wendy's?" he questioned incuriously, his words rolling off his tongue in hushed pants.

[Name] furrowed her eyebrows at his quiet query, contemplation vivid on her shifting mien. so, he is here for her after all. she couldn't help the hopeful beam that quirked her lips upwards, how her expression loosened into the manner of relief, because maybe after today, their companionship would be redeemed, and her birthday wouldn't be so bleak anymore. "yes! i mean.. sure, yeah." she cursed herself internally for sounding too elated, she should be mad, rightfully so, but she couldn't help the drops of joy decorating her voice,

and he couldn't find it within himself to chuckle at her unfiltered eagerness. perhaps that's why he's so utterly drawn to her.

strolling to the exit of the building, the disturbed tranquility continued, the threads of conversation decaying, and vanishing into the eeriness of the air. the morning star glimmered amongst the weightless masses of the cottony clouds, incandescent light illuminated brightly in copper tints, the twilight dazzled in goodbyes, and it almost felt warm upon her skin. yet, the gauche atmosphere persisted, her eyes trailed to his moving figure, following his steps, roaming his face, from his quivering, widened pupils, to his tightly pursed lips.

red weirdly suits his cheeks, she thinks.

he's on the verge of manic heaving, she noticed grimly. he appears to be anxious, shoulders so incredibly tense, and posture ridiculously stiff. his expression seemed to be stuck in the shape of a grimace, staring everywhere but her, he dreaded the magnetic spell her eyes casted, the compelling aroma of her sweetened blood seemingly glued to the cortex of his cerebrum. and despite the gruff wind attacking her cells, her features softened, as she gazed at him. the memories flooded the tides of her brain ever so harshly, infiltrating her notions.

her hand twitched, aching to hold his shoulder in comfort, yet she refrained. the echoes of reminiscing flashed underneath her eyelids the longer she observed his stressed state. from their first meeting in AP calculus, where she had been bored out of her mind, completely swallowed by the torturous strikes of the mundane, and fidgeting with her pens wasn't enough to cure her ennui. she was still considerably new to the area, with no friends, she was always by her lonesome, with nobody to talk to.

and in a spike of confidence, she decided to talk to the redhead besides her, she vaguely introduced herself, before continuously ranting about a vampire game she had been indulging in— it's still one of her favorite games, she finds herself in front of her computer screen for hours burying herself in media relating to it. Kyle was at first mystified by her odd behavior, perhaps a bit taken aback by how straightforward she had been with him. he offered her awkward, brief responses, but that never faltered her resolve, and with nothing to do in the class, a friendship blossomed amidst the dull.

his sentences extended beyond just a few unsure words, his expression loosened bit by bit, and he leisurely welcomed her cordiality. AP calculus wasn't just a tedious lecture where he'd somberly gaze at the sullen hues of the walls, it was their time. where she'd rant, and he'd listen. and suddenly the world blurred, the lines of monotony blended with the streaks of enthusiasm.

not anymore.

the monotony seemed to make a comeback, and she had started to wonder if she did anything wrong to offend him to this extent, why was he taking extreme measures just to avoid her altogether?

"i need to grab something from Red's first." his hushed voice bursted her illusion of the vanished, the edges of his tone cautious, treading warily against the brittle layer of what's left of his self-control. [Name] gracelessly hummed, her sclera tugged upon her irises, in hopes of separating her meddling gaze away from his being; yet, it was fruitless. "Red? i didn't know you two were friends." she mumbled bitterly, the sorrowful hostility boiling underneath the surface of her practiced tranquility.

Kyle narrowed his eyes, the soles of his dirtied sneakers unique against the sanctity of the snow, the filth that accumulated the wretched yearning to be one within the pure. the puffs of air that felt fabricated inside his body were no more— he couldn't profess, not anymore. the unstable string of his breath came to an abrupt halt, as he crumbled in remorse, he couldn't respond to her. [Name] couldn't welcome the silence with open arms; it felt rough against her sinews, demanding, and agonizing.

the sliver of hope is wobbly.

she doesn't want to stand still, she doesn't want to feel the claws of the past dig their way into her flesh forcibly, she doesn't want to be another shadow in the reckoning of pain. it isn't pleasant. the words pouncing around her brain melted upon her tongue, "why are you doing this?" she whispered, the sentiment fleeting before the fetters of her teeth can hold them captive, and her breath hitched, the despondent chirping of the birds quietened, the warmth the sun longed to portray dissolved amidst the persistent breeze of sudden unfamiliarity.

his pace faltered, as the murk of his pupils trembled further. he knew exactly what she meant, the implication of her question, and he couldn't utter the answer aloud amidst the mental pandemonium transpiring within him. he felt the carmine liquid drain from his organs, leaving him vulnerable underneath the delicacy of her sentence. his teeth clashed against each other sternly, the sharp of his canines almost injuring his gummies, yet he still couldn't look up.

[Name] sighed at the lack of response, the soft huff threatened to explode the fragility of the topic. "did i do something wrong?" she couldn't help but ponder aloud, her thoughts an open display for his ears to absorb, her timbre the embodiment of flimsy resentment, her question raw within the brisk of her breath, she's vulnerable, she's giving him yet another chance to explain himself to her. her words stretched into asphyxiating silence, his vocal cords resting; preparing for the earthquake.

and when she didn't add another question to the heap, the worry slithered through his gut akin to a thorny rose. he adjusted his neck to finally connect the threads of their eyes together. his tongue felt uncomfortably still in his mouth, her glossy irises a silent plea amongst the roaring of the zephyr, the glimmering specks of enraged solicitation igniting optimistically for a response from him. yet, as the essence of his existence drowned in the tides of her crude sentiments that she left exposed for all to observe; his adam's apple bobbed in hesitancy.

"n-no— you didn't do anything wrong. it's.. hard to explain, okay? it's not your fault." he relented underneath the silken brawn of the windows that seemed to fog with blistering benignity, his shoulders slumped somberly, the speech felt dainty upon his tongue, as if they would shatter from the slightest of movements. processing his utterance; her expression altered, bordering on displeased confusion. "not.. my fault? but you act like it is." [Name] confessed, the cracks of her tone broadening, her voice undergoing the kaleidoscope of emotions through the labyrinth that she found herself astray in.

his stomach hurled, compressing his intestines together— the longer he indulged in the tints of her sentiments. the odor of the wetness rushing through her veins provoking his organs to grow claws of their own, as they leisurely scraped his flesh from the inside, begging for release. Red's house coming into view rescued him from the confrontation, illuminating comically. he squeezed his eyes shut, his lashes akin to minuscule needles upon his pale dermis, he fastened his pace, abandoning her clinging hope.

Kyle slammed the door open hastily, his mind whirring amidst the need to sink his canines deep within her skin, to soak all of her emotions into his tongue, down his throat, and the hazy stupor of wanting to grasp the golden string of their friendship back to sew his heart together (the question is whether the stitches would be of gnawing longing or snug culpability.). the interior of the house was blotched by the haunting tints of darkness, as the ringing reverberated underneath her hurrying strides, "Kyle! wait—" she gasped, her tone welcoming the eraser of demolition upon her tongue, her hand hopelessly tried to clutch the back of his shirt.

[Namel quickened her footsteps, attempting to catch up with his fleeing figure desperately. all she wanted to acquire between her fingertips was an answer, a response to all her manic notions, and all he could offer is a void of ignorance. frowning to herself, she wished for the day to end. the party balloons she found herself upon popped achingly due to the searing kisses of friendship sealed within the dim oubliette.

"surprise!" confetti fell all over her sullen figure, akin to a mocking reminder of her failure to redeem her former relationship, she stared at the small group in front of her, all of their faces adorning that same elated smile, their miens crinkled in genuine warmth, and despite the cordiality of the atmosphere, it didn't budge her glum expression. the breeze of weak resentment fettered her resolve deep into the murk, where no claws could reach. [Name] awkwardly pulled upon the strings of her dimmed beam, nodding in appreciation.

she caught a glimpse of Kyle leaving through the backdoor speedily.

is that why he had offered to walk with her? to set up the surprise? so there was really no hope to begin with?

she disregarded the wretched pins delving profoundly upon the back of her eyeballs, as she adjusted her head to gaze at the floor decorated with fallen confetti, the heat rushed to her ears,

"thank you, guys. you really shouldn't have." she mumbled, her teeth finding their home atop the trembling flesh of her lips. their responses felt jumbled amongst the noise in her head, she nodded to every word uttered absentmindedly with a grin that wished to barf the glitter of faux gaiety, and with eyes that reflected the remnants of her shattered determination.

nothing can dampen her mood, though.

not even Kyle Broflovski.

right?

"sorry, guys. i need to step out for a moment for some fresh air, i'll be right back." [Name] spoke, chuckling through her speech, the sound radiating with fervent joy never appeared so colorless upon the canvas of life. her friends (for some reason, that word clutched her heart into a tight grip that she couldn't quite categorize.) responded with varying replies that she couldn't make out. maneuvering her way through the sullied confetti dirtying the ground, she never separated her vision from the ruined decorations.

not until she reached the backdoor, her borrowed smile embraced the scorching of defeat, as she let the sorrowful whispers of the wind caress her weary cells that ached for release. the coppery tints of the sun above the horizon mirrored the faith that drained from her pupils, her frown tugged at her melting heartstrings, infecting her bloodstream with its poisonous strikes of gloom. the morning star was bidding its last farewells to the earth, and she found herself hoping for the fragmented promises of parting to always be this pretty.

but alas.

her world was hushed by the sanguinary oath of no return, her soul became one within the fading sunlight of the celestial skies, the heartening chunk of her existence fading alongside the twilight. the faucet of her glands juddered underneath the smothering weeps of the aerospace. her eyes stung, the transparent wetness coating her sclera acidulous upon her retina, the liquid prickled the skin that it wished to coat with its stream of sorrow.

rustle.

rustlerustlerustlerustlerustlerustlerustlerustlerustlerustlerustlerustlerustlerustlerustlerustlerustlerustlerustlerustlerustlerustlerustlerustlerustlerustlerustlerustlerustlerustle—

flinching, a caged sob came to a halt upon the ends of her tongue, as [Name] adjusted her vision to stare at the moving bush in the near distance. the ruffled leafs fell upon the ground hauntingly slow, settling atop the graying grass, and the persistent blanket of suffocating snow. she squinted her eyes through the blurriness of dejection, acquiring new found interest in the bush, forgetting her lost solace. the emotions clouding her mind fused sloppily, her sadness swirling amidst the fright of the arcane.

before she could register the bizarreness of the situation, autopilot crept underneath the muscles of her legs, as she drew closer, nearer to the noise that shattered the veil of wistful heartbreak. her lungs sealed with anticipation, the brittle skin protecting her lips almost rapturing below the vice grip of her trembling teeth, the gasp her heart wished to let known merging with the misery that settled deep within her gut.

she's in front of the bush.

run.

the word pounced against her brain, drumming the layer of flesh with eerie panic, anxiety that slaughtered the despondency clinging to her body. peeking behind the bush, she didn't dare touch the leafs, she doesn't want to disturb the surface of dysfunctional serenity. despite the apprehension smearing the sketches of her thoughts, her expression remained preternaturally pacific, the cuts on her lips that wished to bleed silently screeched at the sight before her.

a squirrel.

a squirrel that enveloped the prejudicial saliva of bleak obliteration, the ruinous teeth that clutched its life in a hefty grip of destructive wrecking engendered the crimson tributary to cease its buoyant current. the organs shadowed in the dark of its body heaved, staining its fur with the vital fluid, something so intimate, secured inside its being, sprawled around its corpse, announcing to the wailing wind, and the disappearing sun that another soul had joined the empyrean realms.

the repulsive scent caused the tears sardonically stinging her eyes to worsen, it felt akin to the blood the squirrel shed, the blood the squirrel drowned in, the blood the corpse released throughout its torn stomach, the blood that smudged its exposed guts, the blood she wanted to mourn, the blood that was lost and would never return, the blood that once relished in the liberality of existence, the blood that granted its body the will to enjoy, the blood that had started to turn glum in color, the blood that stained its bare ribcage.

the blood...

the sinews emerging from the shredded skin derided the soul it once contained, the flesh surfacing from inside the hollow void of what used to root its digestive system a mocking reminder of what used to be. her stomach acid stirred at the sight, her stapled eyes begrudgingly sundered from the clump of organs before her, the bile greeted her tastebuds with a sour wave, engulfing her mouth in burning acerb.

a bloodied Kyle entered her line of vision grimly, the carmine wetness encircled his sharpened canines, and his damp lips in the display of a grotesque charade. his agape mouth brimmed with the liquid, dripping ever so tauntingly down his chin, and onto his clothes, his teeth reddened, coated with the insides of the animal. his eyes were wide; glimmering, illuminating in famine, she could feel the gap in her stomach grow bigger at the sight. his pale skin tainted by the soul of the disintegrating squirrel, dirtying what was once virtuous.

does red still suit his cheeks?

the rotten eye-contact felt akin to a silent stage of a ferocious warfare, zealously screeching with a flat mien, but an aching tongue that longed for contiguity. the tears her eyes held scarce reminded her of the flesh that decorated his teeth, the flesh that was once intact inside the body of the squirrel. a gasp that danced amongst the marionettes of hideous trepidation bounced along the corners of her throat, and before he could explain himself to her, the soles of her shoes connected with the contaminated snow of the backyard, removing her presence from his suffocating starvation.

"[Name]! wait—"

the hazy sprint back to her home was foggy, her irises obscured by the moisture that insisted to make itself known, through the throbbing dubiety, and the heavy waves of disbelief. she wanted to condemn her vision; that the sight that was once before her wasn't true, her friend wouldn't do that, because why would he? why would he slaughter an animal and squish its guts deep into the cavities of his teeth? it didn't make sense. but neither did his sudden act of ignorance towards her.

blinking away her tears, the world darkened. the moonlight but a dim flicker amidst the asphyxiating ruination, the haunting tenebrosity slithered into her room, consuming her space deep into the pit of doom. her eyes remained wide, the gears of her brain creaking noisily upon her head. it didn't make sense. he's (?) her friend— there has to be an explanation for his odd behavior. a distant echo of a honking vehicle slid between the evocative quietude of her room, the faraway shimmer of the headlights bleakly lit up her room.

and, that's when her expression shifted into one of realization, as her vision landed on the old poster she hung up in her room months ago. perhaps, it was far-fetched, stupidly so, but, she does live in South Park.

nothing is truly far-fetched around here.

separating her body from the velvety mattress of her bed that had started to feel abrasive upon her skin, she approached her computer with hushed steps, her posture uncomfortably stiff underneath the tranquility that would never be able to candidly conquer the malnourished murk.

scurrying to school, [Name] hastily threw on the birthday outfit she prepared the day before— waking up tardily, with a sore back, and a rigid neck, she wasted no time, attempting to get to her designated class in time. perhaps, that was wishful thinking on her part, she bid goodbye to the benevolent curtains of slumber thirty minutes after the first bell had rung, but she couldn't risk tarnishing her perfect attendance. the cortex of her mind was oxidized by the revelation of yesterday, and although the disease of terror mockingly treaded upon the veins of her heart, she now knew something, something she didn't know before.

the image of the dismembered squirrel was dull in the back of her head, because maybe...

arriving at the building, her thudding footsteps slowed down into the rhythm of a skittish stroll, the hallways were gloomy with restrained silence, the squeaks of her shoes muffled amidst the discreet tension, she could feel the atmosphere trembling besides her timorous presence, because she had no idea what today had in store for her. whether it would be bizarre tunes bleeding the crimson wetness intensely into the cords of her sentiments, or a serene melody filled with apologies and regrets.

a hand gripping her wrist tightly muted the whirring of her heart, a gasp resonated from her throat, yet it was swiftly muffled by the palm of the perpetrator. her back connected with the sullen walls of the closet with a banal thud, the echoing pain engendered a fragmented whimper to surround the corners of her quivering lips. the slip of fluorescent lights bleakly faded out due to the barrier that enclosed the stirring darkness. musty gloom surrounded her senses, and as the perpetrator disconnected the contact, his heaving was thunderous amidst the wistful stillness of dread.

squinting through the damp shock that coated her irises, her vision settled on the perpetrator. her breath came to a halt, as her lungs expanded in expectancy, her eyelids flew open at the sight; eagerness graced her heart, or was it optimistic foreboding? her teeth attached themselves to the flesh of her lips routinely, grinding against the brittle sinews, her legs shifted critically, awaiting.

"you have to promise you won't tell anyone what you saw yesterday." came his drab words, erasing the hope her heart still clung to. his speech shattered her craving— that maybe, he would apologize, but tricks do get old, and she felt akin to a fool with a painted face. "..." [Name]'s silence shrieked aloud amidst the kaleidoscope of her emotions, her gaze never wavered, her eyes begging, asking ever so softly, why?

and when no response came, she sighed, slumping against the grimy walls of the closet with an earnest expression. "okay, i promise." was all she could offer, her timbre on a seesaw, she couldn't trust her own voice not to fall under the spell of despondency. the problem was settled, but Kyle couldn't bring his legs to move, to walk out of this damned closet, the atmosphere had a sharp edge of misery, clutching onto his heartstrings, but perhaps the misery didn't belong to the atmosphere to begin with.

"..can we still be friends?" she meekly questioned, staring at the abysmal linoleum obscured by unspoken compassion, the very same compassion that was malicious to come near. her question was sincere, it escaped from deep within the confined dungeon of her heart, spoken with tenderness that hurt, honey that rots. he pursed his lips, his eyes unwavering, as they fell upon the tresses that protected her mien. he clenched his fists, and furrowed his eyebrows at the question.

"friends? [Name], just stay away from me! why can't you fuck off?" he bitterly replied, he didn't desire to uncover what's beneath the hostility he seemed to portray, and despite the boiling tone of his voice, there was a tremor, a tremor that might have revealed more than what he would have liked. perhaps, he was self projecting, because after all, he was the one that presented the idea of him walking [Name] to Red's, and he couldn't figure out why.

the fierce of his emotions had almost successfully quenched the urge to tear her flesh apart.

almost.

the teeth that were vehemently making her distress known shattered the layer of protective skin, the carmine wetness fleeting from the cracks of her demolished lips found their way between her tastebuds, she paused her self-destructive behavior, as she leisurely faced Kyle. his posture is eerily stiff, his pupils largely dilated in the dip of glimmering emerald that she came to admire, the murk was tainting the pure of his eyes, his focus is solely on her bleeding lips, she noticed, and at that moment the beating of her heart was no more.

the scent of sweetened blood taunted his sobriety, his brain on the highway of drunken ecstasy, the aroma wafted through the constricted glum of the air, absconding from the most syrupy of reveries, and dancing around his nostrils with candied threads fettering his will onto the need to inhale the sugar into his bloodstream. the canvas of supreme shade dissipated, brimming the atmosphere with the odor of confectionery.

her shaky breath bounced off his quivering lips, as she tentatively canceled the gape between them, her chest connected with his, her palms held his vibrating shoulders in place, even the festering darkness couldn't hope to conceal the gentleness of her expression, or the silk of her smile. "Kyle?" she softly muttered, the letters rolling off her tongue hushed amidst the pandemonium transpiring within him, his vocal cords insisted on resting, his vision following her open wound.

maybe, the blood of the squirrel won't emerge forth to its bursted veins because of the rekindled camaraderie.

but, it will surely give its death meaning, right?

removing her placid grasp from his shoulder, her fingertips connected with a stray strand of hair hindering his vision, as she tucked it away into the security of his hat, she reluctantly leaned closer— unsure of her actions. her hold on him was one of docility, afraid that if she squeezed him, he would shatter underneath her grip.

his lips crashed onto hers fanatically, an animalistic urge making itself known between the fond clash of emotions. his teeth grasped her bottom lip, the liquid that melted the gears of his brain seeped into his mouth, massacring his self-control, and turning him into an aching puddle of need. the vital fluid flew into his tongue, gracing his tastebuds with the honeyed moisture that he craved desperately. [Name]'s eyes were stapled onto his frenzied expression, before she felt herself melting into the same puddle of need.

the kiss wasn't gentle— his teeth gripped her bottom lip harshly, begging for the liquid she shed, the bones sternly dug into her flesh, biting upon the skin, his grasp was imploring, yet gnarled in its wake. the pain felt akin to a demure caress of endearment. she could feel her breath get stolen, the whimpers dancing upon her tongue silenced by his viscous clasp on her. his sharpened canines carved her flesh, boring his desire into her.

his hands settled on her waist, clutching her body hopelessly against his own, she could feel his neediness make itself known through the crescent-shaped marks decorating her skin. her chest heaved alongside him, her arms roamed his figure carnally. his tongue wandered along the cuts of her lips, savoring the taste of her, as he inhaled her flavor, relishing in the tangy sip that tingled upon his mouth. he could feel the residue of her sentiments settle deep within his being, the thumping of his heart resonated profoundly through the heated encounter, flowing into the echo of mutual rapacity.

separating the sensual link that had tied them both together, he settled his forehead on her own, the brilliant hue of crimson adorned the apples of his cheeks, his lips stained by her blood, he gazed deep into her soul. his pupils unsteadily enlarged, his emerald greens reflected the tears that coated her eyes, as they were both reduced into gasping disarrays, starvation that knows no bounds. "sorry— i didn't mean to hurt you." Kyle modestly spoke, a whisper so low, yet filled with admiration.

[Name] chuckled breathlessly, her laughter a tranquil tune amidst the feral action that had occurred, "it's alright. what's love without a little pain, right?"

love.. what a tender word, with an even more tender feeling.

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