#rd Chapter I Think [YourMyFckinGuns&Roses]

olo 3rd chapt i think 8-)

" . . and then I kissed her." DJ finished. "Pfft!" Ronald commented lamely. "I would have wrecked that. Your sucha wuss."é. I looked away and pushed the button harder, faster. They were getting closer. "Come on. C’mon."

"Just because I’m not a sex addict like you, Ron. Doesn’t mean I’m gonna put-out on the first date."

DJ had recently met this girl from one of sets. And today they had they’re first date. Since Deej is bi-sexual, he can date both sexes. Same as me. Ronald didn’t understand bi-sexaul’s. Since he was straight-up gay he found girls revolting. He thought bi-sexuals were just confused and insecure. I’ve tried to change his mind. But he thought that bi’s flipped a coin each morning, deciding who they’re gonna like today. I found that very rude and ignorant. That’s why we were fighting those weeks ago.

"Yeah, she’s cute. You’re a rock star. You could have got a lot farther. Why?" I asked.

We were in a music store. Checking out new release’s and such. "He hasn’t got enough balls to hold her hand. He’s too young." David shot out. Deej hated being called young because of his height. "I’m not a f*****g child! Maybe I’m not a w***e like you guys! Watch, I can hit on any chick I wanted too. Just! F**k off!" DJ acted like a little kid a lot. I think he has a disability. Maybe ADHD. I don’t know. But he didn’t help his case. "Alright, calm down. Listen, I’ll treat you like an adult, when you can hit on that chick over there and not get turned down." Ronny dealt. DJ turned around to the girl he pointed at. She had big b***s and a butt to match. All in black and green. Our kind. "Fine." Deej stomped over to her picking something from a "I Hate Hannah" album. "Hey, I’m Tanner."

The girl turned and looked him up and down. "Hey, I’m Shiloh. How old are you, kid?"

"17."

"Really?" She was trying not to laugh. "Well, that’s nice. Why don’t you go back to your mommy now?"

DJ’s fists were shaking at his sides. "She’s dead."

"What? Listen kid. You shouldn’t joke about that. I’m a teenager. I’m not into 12-year-olds. Sorry."

"She is dead. And I’m f*****g seventeen." He answered in a low, pissed-off voice. He was going to blow.

"Yeah, well, I’m just going to leave. I’m sorry about your grandma. Oh yeah, if your gonna pick that CD. I’d get your parents to review the lyrics first. There’s some swearing." The girl walked out of the store giving a wink to Ronald. Which he returned with a movement of his tongue. "Ha ha, you blew it. Sonny-boy." Ronald was a a*****e. He got right in DJ’s face. His face was getting redder. "Just leave him alone. C’mon. . ." David tugged on Ronny’s sleeve. Trying to turn him around. "No, I don’t want to leave the baby alone." All in one instant DJ threw up his fist and targeted it right into the center of Ronald’s face. Throwing him against a rack of magazines. He sat up, touched his mouth and nose, and discovered blood. He got mad. "You little sonofabitch!" Ronny dove at Deej and got him right in the mouth. DJ was out. He was knocked out unconscious. "Serves the little f****r right. Look at this! My blood is everywhere!" Oh my god. Blood was everywhere. His blood. And DJ’s. There was a brief splatter of it on my hand. I could feel my blood and veins start to rise. My head started throbbing. I starting sucking on my hand. Licking every last drop left. "Dude! Shut up for a sec! F*****g, Draven is freaking out!" That was me. Draven Perfact. Awesome name. My head was rushing. My eyes were changing. Damn it. I had caught the attention of the store clerk and the remaining customers. I grabbed DJ and ran out the door.

I hated my instincts. It was like being really horny. You’d do anything for it. Grab anyone for it. And the emotion is very strong. This was my sex urge. Only, about 100 times harder to control. David and Ronald were trying to catch up with me. But it was useless. When I got this way I got two things. One: Dangerous. Two: Fast.

I ran all the way to a bar. With DJ in my arms I threw him into the nearest stall and pressed him against the printed wall. He was starting to wake up. I could almost see my reflection in the blood trickling down from his mouth. It was amazing. I starting licking down by his neck then up to his lip. Then, I started sucking on his lip. Then lips. I was kissing him. And I was getting his delicious blood. He was waking up now. "Stop! Who is this? Stop!" he tried to kick. My urge was wearing down. I think the bleeding had stopped anyway.

"Deej . . . . I’m sorry. I flipped-out in the store and then. . . I did-didn’t know what the hell to do. I’m just. . . DJ." I hugged him tight. He was crying. "I want to murder Ronny."

"We all do. That’s just how he acts."

"No. No. I f*****g mean it. I just want to stab him. He doesn’t deserve to live."

"Listen babe, I’ve wanted to take a baseball bat to his head soooo many times. But, he can’t help it."

"I can’t help being short but I cope. Just. . Don’t leave me alone with him"

"Alright’s. We gotta go now. I need some rest . . my little attack.."

 

Just getting off the subway from one of the blocks of YOUNG ST. We were 2 minutes from our hotel when DJ asked me if I raped him. "Why would you think that?"

"Cause when I started coming-to, you were kinda kissing me, eh?" Damn. Caught.

"No. No, it’s a vampire thing. You wouldn’t understand." He nodded. I looked around. A little girl holding tightly onto a Barbie had over-heard our conversation. Her mommy was a step higher on the escalator and wasn’t watching us. I closed my eyes and concentrated. Opened my eyes and bared my fangs to the little girl. She hid behind her mommy’s skirt. I looked at DJ. He gave a disapproving look.

At the hotel room. I got my stuff and went down to the gym. After an attack, I had a lot of energy that could do damage if not centered correctly. I ran 6 laps, did some 30-pound reps, bench-pressed 50 pounds. I got an odd look from an old man that had huge guns. I mouthed to him: "For the ladies." He nodded and laughed.

In the shower I hated looking at myself in the mirror. I was starting to get buff abs. I wanted to be skinny and have a smooth tummy. Damn it. All of a sudden, when I was seeing if it was a zit or just the mirror, the lights went out. Ohmygod. I couldn’t be in the dark awake. I could still see myself in the mirror. My vision was strengthened those months ago. I heard a few screams. My pupils narrowed intensely. My teeth changed. I nails toughened. That urge came back. I ran out to the lobby. It was a black out. Looking up I could see the first 9 floors. We were on the 8^th. True, vampire’s couldn’t fly, but we could jump with incredible height and distance. I looked around, I didn’t see many people. I took about 20 paces back, started to run fast and hard. At the last moment, jumped. I loved the feeling of being in mid-air.

About 57 feet up the lights went back on. Oh s**t. I was aiming for the top floor but I was too far away from the ledge. The pop of the lights had scared me and I was losing air. I was going down. I was falling. I touched the ground nearly gracefully, but I think I might have sprained my ankle. I ran for the elevator. I don’t know why, it just didn’t feel safe down here. When I was waiting for the doors to part I looked around. A young man was running up to me with two bus boys. Oh god, I wonder if they saw me fall from the glass caf

"Excuse me! Sir? Sir?!"

"Hey! Person by the elevator!"

It was only on floor 6.Goddamnit! Someone tapped my shoulder. I turned around casually. "Yes, can I help you?"

"Arg ye alright? The leights wrr uff an yo felth?"

"Sorry," said the waiter. "When he gets excited his mind goes faster than his mouth. What he meant to say was are you alright? Cause, you fell then started running."

"Are you. . . . A super hero?" the second bus boy whose name tag read Ralph, whispered.

"Probably." I answered.

"But you DID fall right?"

Two more floors.

"Well, no. What human do you know that can fall off a ledge and live? You guys are silly."

"I don’t know any humans, so does this mean, you ARE a super-hero? We won’t tell. Promise."

This kid was obviously a geek.

"Well, alright. Can I tell you a secret? Get closer. Closer. Alright. Your supervisor is watching. Get back to work, God."

The retarded bus boy and the waiter went back. But the geek got close to my ear and whispered: "Are you Superman?"

I pushed him away, and when the doors were closing, I mouthed: yes!

Just to mess him up.

The room was quiet when I got there. The other two must not of got back yet. The lights were off. Something didn’t feel right. A shiver swept over me. I changed my sight and looked over the bedroom. Nothing. Bathroom. Nothing. Kitchen. Someone. I flicked on the lights.

It was Ronny! In danger! He had a gag in his mouth, hands tied behind his back. He had a noose made of bed sheets tied from the ceiling fan around his neck and was standing on a chair about to tip over. "Ronald!" I ran for him. He was crying.

"Stop!" Deej was pointing the barrel of a gun at me. "DJ? What’s going on?" He had sweat going down his face along with tears. "STOP MOVING!"

I stopped. Oh my god. This was bad. Really bad.

"Hmm mrrr!" Ronny tried to yell "help me!"

"DJ, put down the gun. Please. Right now. Deej?" I tried to move closer. "Stay back or I’ll do it!" His teeth were chattering biting on his lip, making it bleed again. Bleeding. Oh gosh. I was starring. DJ saw me and touched his lip. "No man. Not again. Focus!"

I felt my body change, it was amazing. This had to be the first time I was doing this for someone else. "Draven! Don’t you dare! Don’t!"

I was pumped. Hyper. My body was tingling. I was changing. All my muscles were twitching. All my veins, every drop of blood in my body, was itching to scratch, scream, yell, kill.

"He’s having a seizure!" I fell to the floor, unable to stand with my legs. It felt like huge tires were trying to rip through my skin. It hurt, but it was like, being a caterpillar, I was shedding my skin.

DJ ran to my side.

I was ready.

My eyes shot open. I punched DJ’s gut. The gun flew. He was thrown across the room and into the living room. Blood had splattered from his mouth. That’s about the time my fingers and legs ran without me. My head was swirling. Terribly. Insanely. Amazingly.

Dangerously.

I dove for Ronny. In mid-air is when everything happened. I heard a gun shot. I turned my head. Everything seemed to be in slow motion. That second was the longest I’ve ever lived. In that second the following seemed to happen:

DJ Tanner pulled the trigger.

The bullet tipped the chair and ricocheted right into DJ’s stomach.

Only one screamed. Only one could scream. I didn’t know which to help. I used my nails to slice the noose from the fan. Ronny starting to cough hard and loudly but I think he’s fine. Then in my dive to DJ, he grabbed the gun. Held it up to his temple. Tears running down his eyes. I instantly closed my eyes. He pulled the trigger.

Everything went dead quiet. No pun intended.

When I heard the gun shot my instincts raised about 50 times higher.

"DJ! DJ! No! No! No!" It wasn’t part of my symptoms to cry. So I couldn’t. I would have. When I opened my eyes I was hit in the forehead with a hard object. It fell into my hands. It was the gun. I looked up. DJ wasn’t dead. He was fine. Crying but fine. "Stupid piece of s**t." He muttered.

"DJ! What the hell is your problem!" Me and Ronny screamed. He looked at our faces with a scared frightened expression. Ronald grabbed the gun and shot the empty barrel at Deej without a flinch. Screaming: "Stupid kid!"

When he saw nothing came out they dove for each others’ neck. I was strong enough to keep them apart. But I was wearing down. "Just stop! Seriously! I’m only half-human and your both acting more like animals then I am!" With one thrust I pushed them away. Ronald got right back on his feet and started shouting at Deej and Deej shouting right back. "DJ! Just f*****g cool it!" I hollered over them.

It went silent. DJ was crying. "Your such a wimp." Ronald commented.

"I got shot in the stomach you b*****d." I forgot about that. I picked him up. He didn’t struggle but Ronny was trying to beat him up. "Oh yeah, I was bagged, gagged, and hanged from a freaking kitchen fan, but yeah. I’m freaking cup-cakes and ponies."

"I can’t carry both of you." I probably could but it would look awkward for a skinny 17-year-old kid to be easily carrying two other kids effortlessly on his back. "Put a hoodie on him, the blood is starting to leak through his clothes." Ronald did as he was told but tried to catch Deej’s neck in the zipper but failed.

Author's Note

This is very fun to write about, but i have no effing clue how to end it.. Help? Suggestions?
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I'm not quite sure what this is about, so an ending eludes me.