His Shifter (Man x boy)

Demon

(So remember I'm still using Google Translate Lol. Hope you enjoy)

VII

(Ryiad’s PoV)

 

I knocked on Sven’s door and waited.

Knocking again, I was debating whether or not to just force open the door, like I’ve done many times when we’ve had a fight and he locks the door to get away from me.

“Sven open the door.” I said, putting my ear to the door.

“No.” I heard him mumble.

“Yes.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“No.”

“Yes! God dammit open the door now!” I shouted getting irritated losing my temper. “Or else I’ll open it myself.”

“Fine.” Sven huffed, and I heard him walk over to the door. He unlocked it and opened the door. I pushed him inside and shut the door with me inside.

“What’s wrong?” I asked concerned.

Sven just looked at the wooden floor, his room looked a lot like mine, but just had more darker greys and blacks.

“Come on please tell me.” I lifted his head to me by putting my index finger under his chin and lifting up, Sven sighed and licked his lips.

“I uh....” He looked away from me, and winced rubbing his neck like before, “Sorry, I’ve just been off today.”

“Did you take your meds today?” I asked concerned.

“Umm...” He glanced up at me then turned away, “No.”

“That’s why, come on Sven they’re probably still in your bag.” I smiled kindly, Sven just rolled his eyes in annoyance.

I picked up his black back pack and pulled out and orange bottle. I pulled the top off and handed him over one of the bipolar pills. My brother scrunched up his nose.

“I don’t want it.” He growled, his eyes turned silver.

“I don’t care, swallow it and I’ll leave.” I smiled sweetly at him.

“No.” Sven crossed his arms.

“But it’ll make you normal.” I said.

“So you think I’m not normal!” He hissed.

“None of us are dimwit, now take the damn pill, I take mine.” I said, I didn’t have bipolar disorder instead I was ADHD.

“Fine.” Sven grabbed the pill and threw it in his mouth.

“Open your mouth,” He did so, I looked in it, “Lift up your tongue.”

He did what I told him to do, good he did swallow it.

“Keep taking your pills, now come on Pater and Hellson is waiting for us at the dinner table.” I started pushing him out of the room, I heard him start to growl at me.

I scoffed, and flicked his nose.

“Stop acting like a mutt.” I said as he yelped and started rubbing his nose to make the pain go away.

“You didn’t have to flick me.” He growled.

I flicked his nose again.

“What the hell!”

“You growled.” I smirked and ran knowing he was probably going to bitch-slap me, like normal.

I ran into the kitchen, and took my seat on the other side of Hellson, who sat at the head of the table just like my Pa on the other side.

“Did you get him-”Pater started, but then was interrupted by Sven.

“Pater, schlug mir die Hündin!” He complained. (Father the bitch slapped me!)

I scoffed, “Haben Sie nicht!” (Did Not!)

“Halt die Klappe, ihr zwei. Wir haben einen Gast über,” Pater snapped, he turned to Hellson and smiled, “Sorry about that.” (Shut up, you two. We have a guest over.)

“It’s okay.” Hellson said calmly, “It’s interesting listening to you guys fight in german.” He chuckled and ate a piece of cut up chicken.

“Well, we try not to.” Pater smiled at him, then gave my brother and I ‘The look’.

We raised our hands in surrender letting him know we wouldn’t do it again.

After a while we finished dinner and I pulled Hellson up stairs with Sven following behind, now himself again. I was going to have to watch him, he has been good taking his meds. Well up until now.

We all fell asleep on my bed watching Lord Of The Rings- The Fellowship Of The Ring.

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The next morning I woke up to a pain in my head. I sat up and rubbed my temples, I noticed that Sven and Hellson were spooning.

I thought it was adorable.

Rubbing my eyes, I walked to the bathroom that we have yet to redo looked like something out of a horror film.

The bathtub looked like it had been splattered by blood once and was never cleaned up. What was more disturbing it that I saw old rotten bones in the tub, the water inside was mucky and almost black. The body looked like it had been almost preserved by the water.

Well unless it was a zombie, but it didn’t look like it was moving, but then in The Walking Dead. Rick in the first episode thought that the body he was sitting next to was just dead and not the living dead.

Well damn I don’t have a gun like him.

I sighed and looked in the broken mirror, I felt something cold pass next to me. I turned looking to the side, to see a white ghostly figure with a knife. I jumped back, because that knife was real.

The ghost slashed at me angrily, I screeched slightly and jumped back.

“Ok, Ok I’m leaving.” I opened the door and shut it just as I heard the knife embedding itself into the wooden door.

I really hope when we renovate this place, no one dies. That would be the worst thing ever.

I heard a growl coming from the stay out door, and I shivered.

Oh man this mansion scared me.

I walked back into my room to see my brother standing up next to my bed looking down at Hellson, what was disturbing the most was that he was holding a scalpel.

How the hell did he get that though?

I pursed my lips.

“Sven?” I said.

He didn’t look up.

“ Sven, Bruder?” I asked, he looked up, but his eyes were solid black. (Sven, brother?)

He started laughing hysterically and evil. Sven stopped and glared at me, “Erbärmlich Mensch, ist Sven nicht mehr da!” He deadpanned, his voice was deep and grovely, it scared me. (Pathetic human, Sven is no longer here!)

I backed up, against the door. “wo ist mein kleiner Bruder?” I whispered, but the NOT Sven heard me. (Where is my little brother?)

“Vorbei.” He hissed, and launched himself at me.(Gone or finished)