House of Blood

Chapter Twenty-Three.

Dwayne and David grabbed my arms. I ripped my hand free from Dwayne, leaned back into David which made him fall and accidentally release me. Paul grabbed me by the waist. I struggled, collapsing in his arms and he let me fall to the floor. David was getting up. "Ow. Bitch, that hurt." He hissed. "Don't attack me then." I hiss back. Dwayne helped me up. kissing me in the cheek. They led me into the other room, Marko lagging behind. David struggled to get me out of my skinny jeans. I laughed, helping him. Dwayne crouched down beside me, shirtless. I pulled him between my legs, David coming over beside my throat. Paul held me down with a hand on my chest, leaning to kiss Dwayne, who pushed into me, rocking his pelvis into mine, one hand on my thigh, one hand on Paul's jaw. David left a hickey on my throat, biting down for my blood. I arch my back, but Paul held me down so I wouldn't get hurt. Marko bit my arm, drawing blood for himself. I let out a soft whimper. My hand found David's arm, grabbed his wrist. He pulled away, then leaned over me for a kiss. I tasted my own blood on his breath. I felt someone taking over Dwayne's place between my legs. I looked up when I felt David pull away. I crossed my legs behind Marko's back. He grabbed my thighs and forced in with a soft groan. He was rougher with me than Dwayne. I touched his arm, stroking his bicep. He blushed. David left us to it, pulling his jeans back up. 

A couple hours later, all five of us were tired out, mostly me though. I went to bed.

I woke up in the dark, bolt upright. I was in an abandoned storehouse I'd broken into. A couple were giggling in the hay nearby. I walked over. "Can you go- Hey, you're that runawa-" The guy said, cut off as I forced my knife through his skull. The girl might have screamed, if I'd given her time to. I growled and dragged the bodies away to the pig farm close by. I heard a gunshot. "Get away from there!" Someone yelled. I dumped the bodes into the pen and ran. I'm not fighting a gun with a knife. I needed food.. Where would I be able to get any? The only thing around here was a gas station, a bit further away, but I didn't need junk food. I needed real protein. A mouse scurried across the floor. I reached out to try to grab it-

I was in the boiler room, holding a terrified mouse. "Careful. It's eyes are gonna pop out if you squeeze it too hard." Freddy told me from the steam. I roll my eyes, but loosen my grip a little on the small creature. It squeaked at me. I pet the top of its head gently. "Ew. Why are you holding a mouse, anyways?" Freddy asked. "I.. don't know. I guess I caught it." I shrug. "Weirdo.-" He started. "Says the cheese pizza man with knife fingers!" I reply. "I have a feeling you were gonna eat that in your other dream." He glared, crossing his arms and ripping his sleeve. "As far as I know, that's weird." "Well, I wasn't gonna eat it raw!" He forced me out of the dream and into real life again. It was morning. I sat up. The mouse squeaked in my hand. I almost threw it in surprise. Chia licked her lips, looking at it. I pushed the cat away. "It's been through so much, leave it alone!" I told her. She growled and walked off. I went upstairs, releasing the mouse outside. It'll probably get eaten. Oh well, I tried. 

I walked around the garden, bored already, and decided to see what the others were doing. Michael and Hannibal were half reading-half talking/signing, sitting in the living room. Jason was out, but I didn't know where. Billy and Stu were in their room, playing minecraft. I knocked on Norman's door, and Brahms opened it. He wasn't wearing his mask. "Oh. Hi. Are you busy?" I ask. "Uhm. No, not really.. Norman, can she come in?" Brahms called back into the room. "Yeah, let her in. Something up, Kieran?" Norman asked. He was sitting on the bed. "Nothing really. I was just bored and wanted to see if you wanted to hang out or something." I said. "Oh. Sure. Come in, close the door.." He said, and let me sit cross-legged on the bed. "What do you wanna talk about?" I asked. "You're the one who came up here!"" He poked me. "Okay, okay.. You like baking at all?" I ask. He shrugged. "I could if I tried." Norman said. Brahms sat beside us. "I don't cook.. That's his job, he's way better at it." He said. "You got any pets? Other than Chia, I mean." Norman asked. "Well, I don't own them, but I have two ravens. Pumpkin and Soul. They steal Alex's shit sometimes." I reply. "Oh, nice. They live in your house or outside? The birds, I mean." Norman added as I tilted my head. "Most of the time, outside. They knock on the door if they want in." I said after a moment. My phone dinged. I checked it.

Alex: Where are you? How long are you gonna be gone?

Me: Not sure. I'm out in the forest, but they're murderers, so I can't really just... leave.

Alex: wtf

Me: Don't try to find me. 

Alex: Good luck. 

I put my phone away again. Norman looked at me. "What was that about?" He asked. I shrug. "Had to tell him where my housekey was.. I'm gonna see what Vince is up to. I got up and left the room. Bo caught me leaving Norman's room. "Hey. What're you doin' up here? Thought you lived in the basement." He said. "I was just seeing what the others were doing.." I shrug.