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Fran k barely managed to restrain his smirk from appearing on his face from the news. He didn't have to do anything he wanted to anymore. After his miny mental break down in the hall, Frank had thought about what Mikey had told him. He was now part of one of the most powerful clans there was. He could do anything he liked.
Frank’s first act of defiance for the day had begun. He got up in the middle of class and waltzed over to Mikey. He was curious to the teacher’s reaction, only to see him raise his head to complain, only to see who was the one walking around, and looking straight back down. Frank smirked to himself and stopped in front of Mikey. The other boy raised his head to met Frank’s eyes. He saw that familiar look of defiance on Frank’s face and grinned. Grabbing his leather messenger bag, he followed Frank out of the class.
The hall was deserted, no one in sight. Being that it was halfway through period one, this made a lot of sense. Mikey clasped Frank’s hand in his and dragged him toward the exit. They kicked open the door and relished in the fresh air circulating around them. Frank grinned with Mikey and they took off running out of the school.
As their feet hit the cool pavement, they began to walk in the direction of the park. They were too busy laughing among themselves; they hadn’t noticed the vicious brown eyes following their every move.
Frank felt he hairs on the back of his neck stand on end, he knew this feeling, he felt like he was being watched. He turned to look for the source. But he couldn’t see anyone, or anything that appeared out of the ordinary.
“You ok?” Mikey questioned, and Frank felt him clasp his hand in worry. Frank just turned to Mikey and smiled gently at him.
“ Everything is fine Mikey, I just thought I heard something.” Frank said, trying to brush the events aside.
He continued to walk with Mikey, the taller boy’s hand still clasped in his, but no matter how hard he tried he couldn't shake the feeling, he was being watched. He felt the chill run down his spine, as they continued on their way to the park.
They soon came upon the little patch of green in a city of grey. Frank smiled and ran over to the swings. He claimed his and began to swing back and forth, feeling every worry he had ever had slowly being torn away with the force of the wind whipping around him. This was where he truly felt relaxed. He had used to come here when he was still living with those humans, and having to go through the beatings each and everyday. This place was his sanctuary.
He let his feet brush along the ground to slow him. He looked up smiling searching for Mikey. His smile instantly fell, when he couldn’t find the taller boy. He was no where to be seen. Frank bit his bottom lip and stood up and looked around, trying not to let panic flood him, he continued to look for Mikey.
As he was roaming around in his search for the younger way, he saw Mikey’s scarf that he had been wearing, on one of the branches of one of the trees of the forest here. He took a hesitant step forward and saw someone sitting on the fallen pine nettles in the centre of the little wood. He approached the figure and placed a hand on their shoulder.
“Mikey?” he questioned, his gut screamed run, and he didn't know why he didn't listen.
“ Not quite” said a dark voice, it was hollow and jagged, like it had smoked way too many cigarettes for it’s own good.
Frank turned to run when the hand of the man before him clasped overtop of his. The grip was tight and it pained frank, it felt as though the man were gripping his hand so tight his bones were grinding against one another. Frank went to scream, but the mans callused hand gripped over his mouth, smothering any sound.
“ Do you really want Mikey to get hurt hmm?” the man questioned, it was only then that Frank noticed another man, he was leading a battered and bruised Mike into the clearing. His lip was split and bleeding lightly, a thin purple framed his eye showing the beginning signs of a black eye. Frank felt he hand on his shoulder tighten it’s grip. He flinched and looked up into the very ugly, very human eyes of his attacker. The man smirked at him.
“ Now Frankie was it? This is what is going to happen. You are going to come with us, without a fight that is, and we will find it in a kind little hearts to let Mikey here go.”
“ No Frank don't lis…AAAHHH” Mikey gave a howl of pain, as the burly man holding him, slugged a fist into his gut. Frank heard a sickening crunch come from Mikey’s side at the collision. He could only assume that his rib had been broken.
“ No stop. I’ll come with you just let him go” he pleaded with his captor. He saw the man grin sinisterly out of the corner of his eye. The man’s teeth yellow jagged and cracked.
“ Wise choice little Frankie” he said. He nodded to the other man before him. He watched as the man holding Mikey released him. Mikey stumbled away from the man and looked over to Frank. He looked as though he were going to attempt to run and help Frank. Frank just shook his head; he didn't want Mikey to take any unnecessary risks. If Mikey left now, he would be able to get to Gerard in time, and then he could bring Gerard and all of Frank’s clan to save Frank.
Frank grinned as he saw Mikey turn to leave. But that grin turned into a look of horror, as a loud terrifying bang resounded in the woods around him, echoing painfully.
He watched in terror, as the boy who had been quickly becoming his best friend, fell limply to the ground, falling into a pool of his blood that had already been forming on the cool crisp autumn leaves. The blood flowing thickly from his chest wound, the boy remained motionless, lifeless.
He couldn’t loose some else. He just couldn’t.
“MIKEY!!!!”
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It has been said to me that some people to not know what Doms and Fertiles are. they are aware they are vampires but other then that dont know. i will explain it now.
Dom: stands for dominant, is mostly only male. rarely female. they have an inner beast which gives them strength, and forms the rage. they are born to fight for and protect the fertiles around them.
Fertiles: either male or female. they are more delicate that Doms and often it is hard to tell the difference between a fertile and a human. the only differences being, fertiles had paler skin, more vibrantly coloured eyes. and look prettier. they have fangs, but they are not large, they are tiny in comparison to a Dom's. now a fertile is exactly as it sounds, a vampire that can get pregnant. they do not have the rage and tend to not be able to defend themselves.
hope this helped any more questions message me.
Frank’s first act of defiance for the day had begun. He got up in the middle of class and waltzed over to Mikey. He was curious to the teacher’s reaction, only to see him raise his head to complain, only to see who was the one walking around, and looking straight back down. Frank smirked to himself and stopped in front of Mikey. The other boy raised his head to met Frank’s eyes. He saw that familiar look of defiance on Frank’s face and grinned. Grabbing his leather messenger bag, he followed Frank out of the class.
The hall was deserted, no one in sight. Being that it was halfway through period one, this made a lot of sense. Mikey clasped Frank’s hand in his and dragged him toward the exit. They kicked open the door and relished in the fresh air circulating around them. Frank grinned with Mikey and they took off running out of the school.
As their feet hit the cool pavement, they began to walk in the direction of the park. They were too busy laughing among themselves; they hadn’t noticed the vicious brown eyes following their every move.
Frank felt he hairs on the back of his neck stand on end, he knew this feeling, he felt like he was being watched. He turned to look for the source. But he couldn’t see anyone, or anything that appeared out of the ordinary.
“You ok?” Mikey questioned, and Frank felt him clasp his hand in worry. Frank just turned to Mikey and smiled gently at him.
“ Everything is fine Mikey, I just thought I heard something.” Frank said, trying to brush the events aside.
He continued to walk with Mikey, the taller boy’s hand still clasped in his, but no matter how hard he tried he couldn't shake the feeling, he was being watched. He felt the chill run down his spine, as they continued on their way to the park.
They soon came upon the little patch of green in a city of grey. Frank smiled and ran over to the swings. He claimed his and began to swing back and forth, feeling every worry he had ever had slowly being torn away with the force of the wind whipping around him. This was where he truly felt relaxed. He had used to come here when he was still living with those humans, and having to go through the beatings each and everyday. This place was his sanctuary.
He let his feet brush along the ground to slow him. He looked up smiling searching for Mikey. His smile instantly fell, when he couldn’t find the taller boy. He was no where to be seen. Frank bit his bottom lip and stood up and looked around, trying not to let panic flood him, he continued to look for Mikey.
As he was roaming around in his search for the younger way, he saw Mikey’s scarf that he had been wearing, on one of the branches of one of the trees of the forest here. He took a hesitant step forward and saw someone sitting on the fallen pine nettles in the centre of the little wood. He approached the figure and placed a hand on their shoulder.
“Mikey?” he questioned, his gut screamed run, and he didn't know why he didn't listen.
“ Not quite” said a dark voice, it was hollow and jagged, like it had smoked way too many cigarettes for it’s own good.
Frank turned to run when the hand of the man before him clasped overtop of his. The grip was tight and it pained frank, it felt as though the man were gripping his hand so tight his bones were grinding against one another. Frank went to scream, but the mans callused hand gripped over his mouth, smothering any sound.
“ Do you really want Mikey to get hurt hmm?” the man questioned, it was only then that Frank noticed another man, he was leading a battered and bruised Mike into the clearing. His lip was split and bleeding lightly, a thin purple framed his eye showing the beginning signs of a black eye. Frank felt he hand on his shoulder tighten it’s grip. He flinched and looked up into the very ugly, very human eyes of his attacker. The man smirked at him.
“ Now Frankie was it? This is what is going to happen. You are going to come with us, without a fight that is, and we will find it in a kind little hearts to let Mikey here go.”
“ No Frank don't lis…AAAHHH” Mikey gave a howl of pain, as the burly man holding him, slugged a fist into his gut. Frank heard a sickening crunch come from Mikey’s side at the collision. He could only assume that his rib had been broken.
“ No stop. I’ll come with you just let him go” he pleaded with his captor. He saw the man grin sinisterly out of the corner of his eye. The man’s teeth yellow jagged and cracked.
“ Wise choice little Frankie” he said. He nodded to the other man before him. He watched as the man holding Mikey released him. Mikey stumbled away from the man and looked over to Frank. He looked as though he were going to attempt to run and help Frank. Frank just shook his head; he didn't want Mikey to take any unnecessary risks. If Mikey left now, he would be able to get to Gerard in time, and then he could bring Gerard and all of Frank’s clan to save Frank.
Frank grinned as he saw Mikey turn to leave. But that grin turned into a look of horror, as a loud terrifying bang resounded in the woods around him, echoing painfully.
He watched in terror, as the boy who had been quickly becoming his best friend, fell limply to the ground, falling into a pool of his blood that had already been forming on the cool crisp autumn leaves. The blood flowing thickly from his chest wound, the boy remained motionless, lifeless.
He couldn’t loose some else. He just couldn’t.
“MIKEY!!!!”
.........................................................................................
It has been said to me that some people to not know what Doms and Fertiles are. they are aware they are vampires but other then that dont know. i will explain it now.
Dom: stands for dominant, is mostly only male. rarely female. they have an inner beast which gives them strength, and forms the rage. they are born to fight for and protect the fertiles around them.
Fertiles: either male or female. they are more delicate that Doms and often it is hard to tell the difference between a fertile and a human. the only differences being, fertiles had paler skin, more vibrantly coloured eyes. and look prettier. they have fangs, but they are not large, they are tiny in comparison to a Dom's. now a fertile is exactly as it sounds, a vampire that can get pregnant. they do not have the rage and tend to not be able to defend themselves.
hope this helped any more questions message me.
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