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The morning seemed to be a new promising day for Cameron , mainly because not a single soul DARED to mention yesterday. Miles had yet to be seen which seemed to make Frank nervous. “You sure she’s ok?” He said looking through the bottom of her glass of orange juice at Cameron. Cameron only chuckled and nodded, “She’s all growled up Frank, and she can tend to herself.” “Yeah but what if she’s lonely, or sick?” He asked staring intently at the dark hall, lit only by flaming torches. “Frank stop being ridiculous, I’m sure where ever Miles is she’s OK.” She said loosing patience. “I hate to interfere; you two are quite amusing, how ever you’re too loud and I cannot possibly hope to sleep through your chatter.” Miles grumbled from behind. She was sitting on the counter looking as if she hadn’t slept at all. “Its 11:00 you should be awake by now anyway.” Gerard mumbled as he shuffled into the room. “I’m nocturnal moron.” Miles hissed, her eyes turning to cold slits. Gerard turned on his heel and approached her, “What the fuck is your problem?! What did we do to you?!” Miles eyes got a hint of confusion and she tilted her head. “You’ve done nothing to me and as far as my problems; they are my own business.” She said looking out the window. Gerard let out a growl of anger, “Then why are you such a bitch? We just want to be friends.” Miles snorted and waved her hand walking away. She stopped in the door way and without looking back she hissed, “I don’t have friends. I have my sister. That’s all.” With that she disappeared. Gerard shook his head and looked over, it seemed the real oddity was just starting. Cameron was trying to talk to Frank who was now crying and shaking. “What the hell?” Gerard growled touching his skin to find it cold. Frank looked at them and let out a scream until his face went red before running off to his room.

The next few weeks would be the same, minus Miles. No one but Cam had seen her. Frank’s mood swings and odd behavior got worst by the day. Miles noticed more than the rest of them, because she’d taken an interest in him. She slipped into his room to find him at his usual at this time of night. He was crying and sweating in his sleep. Only he seemed paler tonight, his sent was strong but unusual. She slipped silently into the bathroom and wet a warm cloth and found a thermometer. She filled a bowl of hot water and sat down on the side of the bed, putting the warm cloth on his face and dabbing the sweat off. A moan of agony left his lips as she did so. “Frank.” She whispered hoping he didn‘t wake and hear the concern. His kicking and jerking and crying was getting worse. She didn’t know what to do but sit there and watch, his pain so evident it was hard to watch. What could possibly haunt him so deeply? Suddenly he jerked up and screamed, his eyes wide open. Miles screamed and fell backwards off the bed, her eyes also wide and her fear evident. It didn’t take long for it to all sink in and Frank calm down. He stared hard at Miles on the floor. “Mai? What are you doing in here?” He said kicking his covers off to show he was wearing boxers and nothing else. As he took a step he stepped on the warm cloth and thermometer and it hit him she was trying to help. His eyes wandered over to her. She was scared totally still. Too afraid to help anyone by now. “Hey babe, come on over here. You’re alright Mai.” He whispered holding out his tattooed arm to her. It took her a bit to come to him but out of her previous concern she approached him and actually let him take her hand and pull her to the bed. He sat down and yawned, rubbing his eye. Miles rudely put her hand to his forehead. “You need to cover up. You’ll get a fever like that.” She scolded then frowned, she sounded like her grandmother. Frank shook his head like a child. “No! I’m too hot to do that!” He said standing up and grabbing her arms, his eyes watching her’s intently. “But you can keep me warm hm?” He whispered in her ear. His hot breath making her shiver in fear and excitement. Never the less she pulled away from him. That pissed him off. His eyes flared up angrily and he shoved her against the wall and tightened his grasp. “KEEP ME WARM!” He shouted. Miles was easily enough intimidated but not this easily horrified. “Frank?” She said. His release was so quick she had no idea it was coming. He was smiling at her, something was off about this boy. “You’re so pretty.” His voice was a giggle as he acted more bashful by the second. Miles managed to turn her scream into a forced smile and a stiff necked nod. “Can I draw a picture on you?” He asked with glee, hopping up and down. Miles shook her head no quickly and turned to run. Like a light on a switch his mood changed. He jerked her back by her arm and she yelped in pain. “Please? It’ll make you even prettier!” He exclaimed pulling her back into his cold body. She could feel every breath in his chest heaving against her back. “NO!” She shouted. A loud cry pierced the room as his ringed hand hit the back of her head and sent her flying to the floor in a daze. “Don’t fuckin yell at me!” He seethed clopping over to a suit case and pulling something she couldn’t see out. It made no noise as he hid it from her view but he didn’t come back to her, he sat on the bed, looking as though he’d just picked something up out of the suitcase and dropped it back in. She let out a whimper and went to leave. It was less time than it took to blink an eye before he’s grabbed her by the ankle and began to drag her across the stone floor over to the bed. She felt his hand gently graze her skin through the fabric before tearing her shirt off. She bared her teeth and growled lowly as she heard a moan of approval whilst he looked her over. Frank leaned down ignoring her warning and bit at her breast making Miles let out a yelp. The feeling of his teeth sinking into her soft flesh drove her wild with pleasure and totally terror along with it. He leaned his weight over her midsection and used his hands to unclasp her bra and free her DDD breasts that some how fit her small body. She could feel his member clearly through his pants against her side as he licked her nipple, sucking and nipping it until it grew hard as a rock. Miles screamed and yelped and howled out for help every second of it. “Ohhh baby, scream louder, it’s turning me on.” He growled darkly snapping his pearly teeth down on her nipple so hard it drew ample blood and jerked his head to tear it more. In response to feeling her flesh tear Miles screamed loudly in pain and tried to snap at him again. He smacked her across the face hard. Sending her head lurching to the left. His right hand left her to grab something from his pocket and returned with some course rope. A glint of fear ran through her eyes as he struggled to keep her still enough to restrain the top of her body. Once he had tied her hands to the head board he began to suck her nipple again, listening to her start to make that odd chattering noise again. Frank began to worry that she was becoming too upset and figured he’d let her catch her breath before restraining the rest of her. “Shhhhh settle down baby.” He moaned onto her nipple before switching to her right breast. Miles didn’t settle down, not a bit. In fact it seemed to Frank that she’d only gotten more and more upset. He went back to gently suckling, which moments ago her scared little body enjoyed…even if her mind didn’t. It didn’t take too long for Miles to settle down. About 15 minutes later she was lying unconscious, she’d panicked herself into fainting. Frank sighed and ran his hand through his hair. What the hell was he doing? Why couldn’t he keep control of himself even in the smallest way anymore. He sighed, coming back to his full senses and grabbed her legs, binding and stripping them. He knew he couldn’t just set her loose. Cam had said she was dangerous, once she’d even implied she’d kill if given motive and opportunity. Frank shook sadly and tied her waist to the bed also, so she’d be as restrained as humanly possible. Until he was sure of what was going on with himself, and she understood he was madly in love with her, he wasn’t going to let her free. A knock on the door made him jumped. He cracked open the door and whispered into the thick blinding darkness, “Ya?” He heard Mikey clear his throat and felt his hand grip the side of the door. The two boys began to struggle. One to open the door, and one to insure the other didn’t succeed. Mikey growled and slammed the door open and rushed through whilst Frank was still pushing, making Frank’s body loose balance against the door and slam it. Mikey’s eyes didn’t yet land on Miles, still deep in unconsciousness. “What the hell man? You knew it was me!” Mikey hissed turning around from Frank to go sit on the bed. Frank winced as he heard Mikey gasp. “Damn it Frank. DAMN IT! I came down to talk to you because you’ve been acting weird, I didn’t think you were this fucked up!” Mikey yelled, throwing his hands up. Frank ran over to the bed and gripped onto Miles, sobbing wildly. “Y-you don’t understand!” He defended. Mikey put his hand on the course rope. Surely it would hurt her if she fought hard. Frank leaned his tear stained face over her and kissed her neck and jaw lovingly. “See? I love her! I really do!” He shouted, standing up and grabbing Mikey’s shirt tightly. Mikey shook his head and took off his glasses, pinching the crook of his nose tightly. “You weren’t like this before we left Frank…I knew you couldn’t make it out here…” He whispered sadly. Frank’s body was draped over Miles and clinging to her, crying onto her bare stomach. “I CAN! I CAN! It’s, it’s just that a week ago I ran out of those pills! I-I haven’t b-een the same sense. I just nee-” “What pills?” Mikey cut him off, grabbing his arms tightly and trying to pry him off his beloved. He didn’t budge just cried louder, “The ones that Ray used to give me! The yellow ones! The bottle is in my bag.” He said hiding his face and taking in her sent. Mikey sighed and picked up the bottle from the bag, not sure what it was and knowing it wasn’t the time to talk about it. “Alright, what happened. Why is Mai in here with you?” He said kneeling by Frank, rubbing his leg reassuringly. “I was asleep and I woke up from this nightmare that I’ve been having about R-Ray and she was there. W-washing the sweat from my face with a rag until I screamed, then she just screamed and jumped away! She didn’t want to be with me when I was awake! She doesn’t like me! WHY DOESN’T SHE LIKE ME?!” He sobbed, clawing Miles’ bare body with his short nails. “Ok, relax, I don’t know why. How did she get tied up naked?” Mikey whispered, stopping him from clawing her. “Well, she told me I needed to stay warm or I’d get sick and so I asked her really nice if she’d keep me warm. She wouldn’t let me hold her though, she was wiggling around and causing a fuss. I didn’t like that! S-so I told her to keep me warmed…then she said my name. My REAL name. I wanted her so bad. It sounded so good coming from her lips. She was just so pretty…so I told her she was pretty and I wanted to draw on her, then she got all mean! She was yelling and I just…I had to tie her up so I could show her I loved her!” He explained like a child who’d been tattled on. He got up and went over to his bag, rummaging through it to find his tattoo gun and inks. Setting them up and not speaking at all as poor Mikey tried to soak all of this in. A soft whimper was heard as Miles awoke, causing Mikey to stare at her and give a firm shush. Frank looked at her as her head lazily dropped to the side and her eyes opened to see him. The gun gripped in his hand drew out a horrible scream and she began to thrash, the rope burning her hands and making her fight harder to try and evade the pain. “Fuck. Shut up!” Mikey snarled, but Miles didn’t hush even slightly, especially as Frank ran to her side and began to rub her side and coo to her like she was a baby. Her body was restrained to tightly it wasn’t possible for her to move a lot. That and the rope around her waist was enough to keep her almost perfectly still but it couldn’t keep her quiet. Mikey growled and picked the underwear she’d been wearing up off the floor and shoved it into her mouth, keeping a hold on it so she wouldn’t swallow and smother herself. Frank’s hand rubbed her belly softly until she couldn’t scream anymore. Her throat was raw, sore, and very dry when Mikey removed her panties. “Why doesn’t she cry? Only scream or yelp or make noise?” Mikey mused, reaching up to massage her jaw, which she tried to fight. Frank pulled his hand away and patted her hip, watching her lick her lips. Miles’ mouth was dry and she could feel her body get weaker from dehydration. “I’m going to bed…we’ll figure this out later Frank.” Mikey groaned tiredly and took hold of Miles’ chin so that she couldn’t bite him as he bent to kiss her forehead before leaving. It was just her and Frank now. He picked up the bowl of water and the rag, leaving her to return the washrag to the bathroom and fill the bowl with cold water and get a fresh rag. He put the rag in the cold water and placed it to her lips. Her dry throat was screaming for her to open her mouth, but she was too scared to unclench it. Frank sighed, “Come on, just drink it, if I give you a bottle of water you’ll choke in your position.” “THEN GET ME OUT OF THIS POSI-” She shouted but Frank shoved the cloth in her mouth and squeezed. As soon as her dry mouth felt the cool water it began to suck out the water quickly. He smiled at her when it went dry and wetted it again and again until she had re-hydrated. His hand touched her cheek, “Why don’t you cry?” His voice was child-like and confused. Miles flinched her head as far away as she could, which was only about an inch. “I don’t remember how.” She whispered, refusing to look at Frank. She only heard a grunt, “Are you tired?” He whispered. A hot burst of air washed over her ear and she yelped. “Stop that racket!” She heard him growl and smack the wet rag across her inner thigh. Frank shivered at the sound and licked his lips. “Now, where were we earlier?” He breathed, kissing her neck. His body tingling with want for her. “Oh right, I was going to draw on you!” He exclaimed, an odd glint in his eye as he picked up his tattoo gun. “W-what is that?” She asked, her eyes wide, Frank could practically smell the fear coming off her. “It’s a tattoo gun, see what I do is put ink in here and it puts it in your skin forever!” He said trying to make it sound fun for her too. To Frank’s total shock she didn’t say another word, in fact, she was totally still. “Can I choose?” She said tilting her head. Frank tried to keep his mouth off the floor and nodded. “From my left to the area right below the middle of my breasts I want a feather, and I want it’s tip to rest between my breasts, like it was falling. Inside the feather, I want a coyote.” She said, as if it’d been planned her whole life. Frank looked at her with wide excited eyes and started to work. He smeared some clear gel on her mid-section and Miles closed her eyes as she heard the gun buzz. He gripped her waist in an extremely firm manner making her grunt but not move a bit. Even as the gun started to purr in his hand she stayed still for him. “This will hurt…” He whispered sadly. Miles growled lowly and him and snapped open her eyes, “You can’t hurt me.” Her voice was so dark it sent a chill down Frank’s side. He bit his lip right and started his work watching her face. He was waiting, for any inkling of pain, but none came. It looked as though she were asleep under his gun as he worked. “H-how long have you lived here?” Frank grumbled in an awkward tone. He stared at Miles as she obviously bit off a chuckle. “You think this is a fucking good plan?” She practically spat. Such venom and power thudded in her tone it make his skin go pale. He didn’t have a response, which seemed to please her. She huffed bitterly and closed her eyes again. “Ok, then why aren’t you scared of THIS. Of all things?” He tried again, desperately trying not to show he was hurt. She sighed, “I’m tired that’s why, and I like yours, pain doesn’t scare me.” She said, her lip twitching as he wiped away some ink on a cloth. “What does scare you?” He knew it was a stupid question. “We’re done talking Frank.” She said sternly, yup it was a stupid question. The rest of tattoo went slow for Frank, forced to work in silence since his beloved was asleep. He liked her went she was asleep, she was so beautiful when she slept. Seemingly devoid of thought, dream or worry but unknown to Frank under her eyelids a storm raged.


A scream pierced the night, but it was hidden by the thunder. Miles could hear though she could hear her sister’s scream. Where was she screaming from? Trees. Oh there were trees. A forest thrashed and fought the power of mother nature, some weaker soldiers of the earth cracked and died from the rainy assault brought upon them by the side. The flashes. Lightening. Flashing like a strobe light, blinding her eyes and catching a tree on fire as it snapped and tumbled to the cold wet ground. “Leave me alone! Please I didn’t ask for this!” Cameron screamed, her body still not in Miles’ site. The rain clung to her face, no her fur. Weighing her down. Miles darted off in the direction of the screams. Her small legs burnt with adrenaline as she ran with astounding but silent speed. A man’s laugh roared louder than the thunder and the screams got louder. “YES! YES FUCK YES LITTLE GIRL!” He moan from the darkness. Where the hell were they?! Miles howled, calling for her sister. Begging to stop her pain. Her tongue and mouth were bleeding from the branches smacking her in the face. The screams died off and the forest behind her raged with the fire. Miles cried, yes cried…and it would be the last time.