Time Stood Still

Fransykes

*Fransykes*

(Josh Francheschi + Oliver Sykes)
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Hands stuffed in my pockets, I walked down the dark street. I scanned my surroundings and saw a brunette in a tracksuit jogging towards me.

I smirked to myself and felt the two sharp teeth I'd become to love pop out. I pulled her in between two houses with my hand over her mouth and her back laying against my chest. I bit into her neck and felt the sweet, crimson liquid flow into my mouth. I moaned at the taste and sucked her nearly dry. I'd never kill anyone. She fell unconscious and I laid her softly on the ground. I wiped any excess blood from my mouth on her top and the sleeve on my flannel fell down.

I looked at my wrist to see the clock it donned under an hour. I nearly choked on my own spit and panicked. I'm not done feeding and this comes up? Fuck.

I straightened out my flannel and ran a hand through my new, shorter haircut. I sighed and exited the narrow space.

I speed walked down to the neighborhood park and slowed my pace on the walking trail. My nose picked up the scent of a blood I had never smelled before. And it smelled amazing.

I looked ahead of me and saw a guy walking alone. He wore black Converse, black jeans, and a red and black flannel. I compared my outfit to his. My Converse were a denim blue that matched my jeans. I wore a plain black shirt with a light blue flannel. I looked down at his ass to see it being hugged by his skinny jeans. I bit my lip and saw that he had his hand wrapped around something in his pocket.

Forgetting all about my clock, I became slightly concerned when the boy veered off an into the woods. I silently followed him and watched as he stopped when we were a good distance from any civilisation. I stood almost right behind him and sniffed quietly. The red running through his veins made my mouth water. I was about to bite when he pulled out a gun from his pocket.

Surprised and a little scared, I stepped back. I saw his face when he was in a profile stance to my vision and saw tears flowing down his cheeks. They dropped down the tattoo of a flower on his neck. His tattooed hands held a handgun and I became worried as I saw a look of contemplation take place on his face.

"Don't do it." I said slightly above a whisper. He jumped and almost screamed.

"Why not?" His voice cracked.

"If you're looking for a reason to not kill yourself tonight, I'm that reason. Look." I lifted up my beeping clock.

Beep, beep.

Beep, beep.

Beep, beep.

Beep, beep.

"We're meant for each other. I need you." I told him. "Now... Tell me why you want to paint the trees with your blood." I asked, stepping right in front of him with my lips inches away from his.

"M-My mom... She... She's very explicit with me..." His voice sounded like a scared little boy's and sympathy washed over me.

"Does she touch you in the wrong way?" When he nodded, the sympathy was replaced with anger. "Live with me."

"I'm only seventeen." He whispered. I was taken aback. He looked a lot older than he was.

"Wanna know a secret?" I smirked. He nodded and I leaned in and whispered, "I'm a hundred and eighteen."

"What are you?" He asked. I expected the question to be covered in disgust or fear. But it was only confusion.

I smiled and let my fangs show. The boy's eyes lit up and he threw his arms around my neck. I stumbled a little, but wrapped my arms around his waist.

"Are you okay, love?" I asked him.

"You're awesome..." He said as he faced me. I smirked again when I saw his eyes look down at my lips.

"Don't worry. I don't bite." I whispered.

"What if I want you to, though?" He asked. I genuinely smiled and closed in the space.

His tongue immediately invaded my mouth and I let him have dominance. I moaned when he tangled his hands in my hair. I pulled away and pecked his lips one last time.

"What's your name?" I asked him.

"Oliver Sykes. You can call me Oli. And yours?"

"Joshua. Franceshi. But just Josh."

"Okay, just Josh." Oliver winked at me.

"Oh, bite me." I rolled my eyes.

"On the contrary. Bite me." He bit his lip and the excitement went straight to my crotch.

"As much as I would love to fuck you in this forest and give you pleasure, we have another problem here." I sadly looked over at the gun he had dropped on the ground.

I looked back over at Oli and took his face in my hands. "I'm here for you. I'm only here for you. I love you, Oliver."

"I will. I promise. I love you, too, Josh." Oliver sniffed and I kissed his tears away.

"Please stay with me." I pleaded. "I don't want someone harassing you like that. Please."

Oliver contemplated the decision and finally nodded. "Okay."

I smiled and smashed our mouths together for a loving, passionate kiss.

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I.
Don't.
Like.
It.
But whatever makes my little Narwhals happy