Apocalyptic Fight

Chapter 4: animal

Kitchen

I had music in the room playing my playlist. Hunger approached me, " pancake puffs." So I grabbed the waffle iron, and made the batter when I didn't realize I started to sing to it.

No ones pov

As Haley sung along, she didn't realize that she was being watched, Chris approached her slowly, soon wrapping his arms around her waist. She jumped, and immediately turned around to calm down and saw it was only Chris.

Haley's pov

" fucking hell chris. You scared the shit out of me." I tried to catch my breath when he said, " I know I can tell. Your heart is racing." I tried to calm my heart, but couldn't because someone slid their hand closer to my ass. My eyes went wide, " uh, Chris." He smirked, that cute perfect smirk he has.

" uh whatcha doing tiger." He smirked a little more, and rested his hands on my ass slightly getting a grip on it. I felt my heart skip a beat and a lump in my throat cave.

My brain right now be like: " welp, fuck." So that's happening. I then had a cute idea, and I playfully ignored him turning back around I sang more, and he sang with me. I added the batter to the iron, soon I felt his hands trail forward around my waist, slowly moving south, my toes clawed the ground. And my body tensed up.

Authors note:

Sorry everyone, optional to skip, but this is new to me. So this next scene is rated pg 13- r. You have been warned.

He smiled resting his head on my shoulder, " whatcha making love?" I replied, " pancake puffs." " they smell good, but not as good as you." I am blushing on the inside, I kept quiet, smirking, then replied, " oh. Thanks I think?"

He soon started to kiss me. " You know I have to finish making these." " Yeah, but, it's okay if they are a little crisp." I unplugged the machine, I could feel him smirk, against my neck, soon I kissed back, but what's worse is that he's knows my I guess sweetspot almost?

I don't know how that works? But, he grazed a fang against my neck, causing me to slightly tense, I soon snaked my arms around his neck, " atât de mult vreau să fac" I felt my eyes go wide, honey I ain't repeating that. " frică să-l întreb pe domn" he kissed me again, and slowly trailed to my neck.

I hate hormones, because my breath is fucking hitched. He started to nibble at my ear, and honey, this is bad. I'm trying to stay calm, but it ain't working, he whispered in my ear, " îți pot auzi inima alergând. îmi face foame."

I felt my eyes go wide, and that made my heart race more, his fangs grazed against my neck, I tried to brace myself, and what happened next? I thought I would set my hand on the counter. What happens next?

I burn my hand on the mother fucking waffle iron. Chris asked, " are you okay?"

I growled, holding my arm, "mama dracu dracu" he saw my arm blistering. His eyes went wide, he grabbed me bridal style and soon I saw we were in the first aid room.

This next scene might be too gooey and descriptive for some please be advised to skip for the faint heart.

First aid

He grabbed water, bacitracin, gauze, bandages, and medical tape. " baby this might hurt-" I growled, " Chris, with all do respect, just pour the damn thing." He did, I hissed in pain, " mother fucker." He apologized, I growled once again, and me being the dumb ass I am. I moved and it tore open a spot on my arm, and it started to bleed.

I saw veins form under his eyes, " Chris, control it." I saw him bite his tongue. I sighed, " I know that look. I love you but don't even fucking think about it."

You want to know what more or less is gonna happen next? One of two options, either me needing another bandage, or he might leave.

Nope, next thing I know, I get a pair of razor sharp ass fangs in my fucking neck. Yes I'm swearing because I'm hurting like hell. And I'm getting drained half my life right now. I tried to push him off, but it didn't work. I just yelled one name, and that might help, " hey guys! I might need help."

Soon enough I saw sweetpea and fangs running in the room, and ripping him off of me, " oh thank you." Chris became normal again, I held my neck with a towel. " God damn. Forgot how much that fucking hurts." Fangs asked, " you okay?"

I nodded, " yeah I will be." Chris then started apologizing a lot. " Chris, it's fine. We just gotta get you to control it." He said, " usually I can. But around you I can't." I sighed, " I love you too."

He sighed grabbing a towel wiping my blood off his mouth, I joked, " you're lucky you're adorable." He smirked fanged still. " Chris. Your fangs-" he smiled, " sorry baby girl." I laughed blushing, " go get cleaned up. I'll fix this."

He left and fangs asked, " you okay? What happened?" I replied, " so, after me wanting food, and well grabby paws plus me, having a moment." They just nodded in understanding what I meant, " so, I unplugged the waffle iron.

I thought I might as well rest my arm and try to keep my balance. What happens next is me burning my arm on the cooling waffle iron. So now my arm smells like a burnt waffle and burning skin."

Sweetpea said, " well, that sounds like a moment gone wrong." I rolled my eyes, " ya think? Let alone burnt, bitten. And oh yeah we're in the bloody apocalypse." I felt my eyes go wide, " what was that?"

I said, " a princess side of me, Merida. If I get too pissed, upset, or annoyed really. Then I will do one of a few things, curse in either Romanian, Latin, Greek or French, punch a brick wall, or growl at you as a demonic wolf under a full moon."

Fangs replied, " fair enough." He paused then sweetpea asked, " hey, I have a question." I replied, " shoot." " What's the best way to cope in the apocalypse?" I replied, " do what you love, if not then try to Find something close to it"

They smiled, and helped me bandage the rest of my arm, I slowly got up. " Thanks guys." They replied, " no prob." And went back upstairs. I was about to walk. When I felt the same stabbing fiery pain in my side and ribs.

I lifted my shirt and saw the veins spreading. I sighed, I searched through the cabinet, and found an antibiotic. I grabbed a clump of a piece of towel. I took a deep breath and injected it into the wound. I bit the towel and it didn't help.

The only person who knows about this is well nobody. I haven't told a soul. Well the only ones who know are the spirits that linger through the house.

We found out the hard way that the house was haunted. And I don't mean like a baby ghost kind of haunted? Like full on fucking poltergeist haunted. So that happens.

We have salt on some of the rooms, mainly the main bathrooms and a few rooms. And the master bed. So that helps. But, you might be wondering what happened? Allow me to explain.