little monster | chris\ryan [c]

2 + bloooooood

Chris was nice enough to let me stay the night at his house.. I know you're probably thinking 'well what if he's some sort of creep?' He could be. I don't know. I've known him for less than two hours, but I'll take my chances with staying with him, cause I don't wanna go back to that meanie I used to call a Daddy.

I don't really think I have to explain to Chris the way I act 'n all- I think he just gets it considering in the almost-two-hours that we spent on the sidewalk talking, I went from sticking my tongue in my mouth to crying (just a little) a few times and he just seemed to get it.

I'm hungry, cause I didn't have any blood today, and that usually makes me whinier than usual. It's not my fault.. I stood awkwardly by the window while Chris made up the couch for me. He offered to let me sleep in his bed and said he'd take the couch, but I didn't wanna be too much of a bother..

I played with the end of my sweatshirt, rocking back on my heels. I was getting a little anxious, cause I really need blood.. Andy used to make me wait a really long time- just cause he was a meanie, and he probably liked how squirmy I get about it.

I'm a vampire, for fuck's sake, I really need blood. Or at least something to occupy my mind. Either way, I need something.. I guess my mind was so busy I didn't hear Chris speak up.

He was looking at me, though, so I guessed he asked me something.

"Come again-..?" I asked, looking down a little. "Sorry.." I added, playing with my fingers habitually. "Don't worry about it." He smiled a little. "I asked if you were okay, that's all."

"Actually.." I trailed off, tugging my hoodie down a little and bending my knees a bit, trying to just be as small as possible. I can't disappear but I really wish I could.

"Something the matter?" He asked, sounding genuinely curious. I looked up a little, my eyes having gone from green to a hazy looking burnt orange. "I kinda need blood.." I said with a tiny pout. This was embarrassing, and I don't like embarrassing stuff, especially when I've gotta act like a big boy and just say it. I don't like talking much, but I guess I could come off as chatty if someone could read my mind. Where was this going again-? Oh, right..

Chris smoothed out his jacket, but shot me a look of understanding. "How well does demon blood work? If at all?" He asked calmly. This is all normal stuff- there aren't many humans around these days, so I'm used to any blood except the human stuff.

I bit my lip a little. "It works good.." I said. I mentally kicked myself, though, cause I'm trying to keep my vocabulary sounding grown-up- but it's hard. I meant to say 'it works well,' but I make mistakes.. Oopsies..

Chris nodded a little and leaned down, patting the couch. "Sit down. I know I'm not your Daddy, but I still want to help you out if I can." He said.

I shuffled over, sitting down and looking up at Chris. He's too good to be true, probably. I mean. He's tall, sweet, and handsome. I wonder if he likes boys.. Would he like me-..? I'd boycott blood for a whole year (and probably die a second time) to get a man like him. I just met him an hour ago- why am I thinking like this? It's gotta be the lack of blood!

Chris flashed one of those half smiles, and walked off. I think I melted a little but that's okay.

A/N: Yo if anyone ever has requests for shit to happen in this, feel free to tell me. I'll make it happen :b

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