The Anorexic Vampire

Chapter Eight: Earn it

T H I R D  P E R S O N

"Please, Sir no, anything but that, please let me sleep," Giro begged, he was so exhausted, he felt like he was about to pass out.

"Are you questioning my decision?" He growled lowly.

He decided begging would get him nowhere and it would be best just to listen, "N-No Sir..."

"That's what I thought," Sharpe said, "You asked for this, remember?"

"Yes Sir," Giro said, crawling after him back inside the building, "Sir, can I ask a question?"

"Sure, but I won't promise you an answer," He said flatly, walking back to his own room, hating sitting in the bay's smaller one.

"What are my next punishments?" He asked, glancing at his shoes and making sure not to fall behind.

"You'll go for a run on the track for an hour and a half, then you won't sleep all day, then tomorrow night you go for another hour and a half run and then I'll let you rest, if you're good the whole time."

"And then I'll be forgiven?"

"Forgiven? Who said anything about that? That's just the end of your punishment, I have no intention of forgiving you."

Why did that leave such a cold, tight hole in his chest? Why did he care whether or not Draven forgave him? It didn't matter what he thought, did it? It hurt to hear him say that, even if Giro couldn't figure out why. It shouldn't matter if Draven was dissapointed in him, but it did, somehow Giro wanted to impress him.

"Ha, he's the last person I'd be able to impress, he hates me..." Giro muttered, making the tight feeling in his chest get tighter, he suddenly felt like crying and throwing up.

"What was that, bitch?" Sharpe asked, tugging on the boy's hair.

"I was just saying that I wish I could impress you, that I wish you didn't hate me..." His voice cracked at the end and tears beaded in his eyes, he really did feel like he was going to be sick.

"I don't hate you, I don't even know you, you're just some stupid kid that I have to deal with until August," Draven growled, making the tightening in his chest worsen still.

"T-Then why does it hurt?" Giro whimpered, holding his hand to his chest like someone had stabbed him there, and trying to gulp down the lump in his throat.

"Why does what hurt? I don't remember hitting you there."

"M-My chest, it hu-rts, and it's only g-getting worse whe-n you sa-ay those things," The boy sobbed, unable to hold back the tears any longer.

Sharpe stopped walking suddenly and started laughing hysterically, "Ha ha ha! You have feelings for me, Little Bitch? I had no idea! Guess I shouldn't be surprised that a whore like you would want me! Ha ha! That's hilarious!"

Feelings for Sharpe? He hadn't thought of that before, he just didn't want to have his guardian think so little of him, was that the same as having feelings for him? Why was it so funny that he might have feeling for him anyways?

"My brother Deimos will be here soon, so try not to fall for him too, Slut," Draven said, chuckling and pulling Giro over to the bathroom.

G I R O

He ripped my mud-caked pants from my legs and what was left of my sweat-covered shirt from my body and then removed my boxers too, leaving me naked and vulnerable on the cool tile floor before him. He pointed to the bathtub and I scrambled into it quickly, not wanting to anger him any further.

He rolled up his sleeves and started cleaning me off, the scalding water and rough sponge left my skin red and raw, but I usually take my showers like this so I'm used to it. The only part that really bugged me was when the soapy water made my tender back sting, a painful reminder of my recent punishment.

There was a knock on the door as Draven was handing me some of his clothes to wear. I quickly slipped them on and followed him out into the bedroom as he went to open the door for his brother.

I pray I can handle two of him...