The smell of blood made me jerk, as I licked my bottom lip, walking toward the door. I was still hungry; so bad that I could tear that corpse in half and suck dry his insides, as I would rip him in pieces. Turning back, I could see in the dark, Yves eye's shining though the room, while they had a dirty green color, in the night.

Yves winked as the guy let out a groin as the cocoon started to look like a cobweb stained in dark spots. Blood was oozing out through its thick strands as it started to cut through the flesh and bones. The creature inside me jolted in a contemptuous as the noise became sickness to me.

All I thought, was hearing how Olly body was being ripped apart before my eyes. 

"Let's go, I'm stuffed..." Yves trailed of as he hummed, sucking from a bone the marrow like it was a delicacy. I rolled my eyes scoffing his eating habit.

"You got dirty like a one year child playing with his food", I told him while with my thumb I wiped his chin then lick it. Yves let out a chuckle while played with the bone thinking what to do; crushing it with his hand then throw or just keep as a trophy of his prey, like he always done. He always keept an item.

"Nat, this bone is not worthy of my display..." 

He said, as he threw it away as I open the door, hitting the guy's head. A whizz sound alike escapes his ripped lips. His face barely had flesh and his teeth's could all be easy been seen.

"He is not dead," I said frowning, but I wasn't feeling sorry. Pain, that he deserve for what he has done. A look back and I could see the pool forming under him. A pool of blood and flesh, mixed up.

"Yes, he isn't, I was sure to not wound him deadly." He put an accent on the last part. Staring at the corpse I could had say otherwise. "I let him suffers in his last moments. Plus tomorrow I'm coming back to finish it. You know I like them tender..."

Yves words echoed in the room as the light penetrated the chamber of our meals and I could only gasp.

He looked at us but his face didn't show any expression or emotion. Under his long light brown bangs his eyes were peeking out through the strands of hair. I could see his color but looked like his the life been suck out from them. Was a dim hazel color, the single thing alive in them where the deep swirls of amber in the middle.

The boy gaze made me froze in my spot. They looked dead, but for a second it seemed like a storm cleared out, becoming lucid. I glance back at Yves and he only shrugged his shoulders. The boy wide black shirt was sliding down his right shoulder revealing a dark purple welt. His face had a ghastly look while his pupils dilated. His lips were chipped and looking close the bottom one was spitted.

The boy smelled of fresh blood.

I open my lips to say something, but words refused to come out just a vibrant joy, in the back of my mind, which tried to push and lock. "Kill him and let's eat him." It whispered seductively in my ear.

Yves licked his lips ready to attack him but with one finger lift from me he stopped letting out a pout. "I can kill him, fast and without pain." Yves continues playing my patience unable letting me to think.

He wasn't watching at us, he watched through us, like I was made of glass. Suddenly my breath hitched while Yves just whistled. A smile blossomed on the boy's lips, which were dry and lifeless. A Cheshire grin. The room was filled up with a powerful yet sorrowful laugh, a lullaby to my ear, making his face lit up, as a shade of red colored his ghostly face, filled with dark shades.

It was a desolating view that broke my heart. Tears filled up his face, washing off the mask he woke, makeup to hide his bruises.

"Free..." 

He only as his eyes rolled in the back of his head and blood started to ooze out from his nose, falling in my arms as I cached his limped body.

Holding him in my arms I could have felt his pain and fear, his dark thoughts and what that man done to him. I was wrong, we weren't the monsters in this night, but that man that was giving his last breath in an agonizing pain, ah his flesh was carved from his bones, by Yves saliva.

A smirk appeared on my face, while holding him. I would save this boy from the abyss he was thrown, shattering the grim glass he saw all his life.

"Are you sure you want to keep him alive?" Yves looked at me as he locked the door, while his nude body was bathed in blood and his "scars" starts to move around under his skin, feeding.

"I just found your new trophy to hold on," I said, as I put the boy down on the sofa, hearing his shallow breathing. "I can't infect him, I'll kill him..."I said to Yves as he kneeled in front of him holding now Bilko in his arms.

"The boy is sick, isn't he?"

I turned with my back to him and didn't say a word. Yves already knew my thoughts. I walked out the room and drained I sat at the edge of my bed staring in blank at the window. A drawn made by me to make me feel normal. Windows were my enemy, my other self was shown in them.

I felt on my back and folded my hands across my chest feeling my eyes heavy, hearing the shower. Yves soon will leave, letting me alone, in this pitch dark.

A memory flashes and makes me smile. Yves always was there, even if he doesn't realize...

The man I become today; is due his childish attitude and bad jokes.

"Watching a movie with someone doesn't mean he will jump on you and suck you dry. Though his slippery fingers might reach your virgin area so do not be scared if you sudden cum."

"Yves! Get out." Blushing I pushed him out from the apartment as he raised up his hands, only to push the semi close door back and pull my head toward him as our foreheads collided. He stared in my eyes, kindly.

"Someday you will find someone... "

With this thought in mind I was pulled back in my past, from where I never escaped.