No lies could hide from blue and green eyes

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"Marry!" A happy squeal snapped me from my trance and scared away what ever was going to touch me. I turn around in a daze to see Jeremy and Jean stopped in the middle of the street ,probably crossing it and seeing me then stopped, "what are you doing here?"
"Oh you know..." Think of a lie quick, " uh, the fog in the graveyard is cool,"
"Oh, we didn't know you liked fog," Jean said, happily eyeing the graveyard, Jeremy too seemed surprised, yes they bought it, "you can walk with us to school,"

With a nod I fall into pace with them, I try to act calm and not act like I was in a trance. Suddenly as we past a alleyway Jean and Jeremy lock their arms in mine, and drag me into the alleyway. I let out a startled shout but it was effectively drowned out by Jeremy's large hand, I stare at them in shock, are they finally gonna kidnap me like I called?
"Oh look how cute our little Marry is when she's scared," Jeremy said,
"Like a frighten bunny," Jean cooed, rubbing my shoulder, they release me, but a sharp pain in my wrist made everything worse, during the struggle my stitches had snapped, and an intense pain racked my body. The pain is clearly shown on my face because the twin's blushy grins turn into looks of concern,
"What's wrong?" Jean asks, I shake my head, not trusting my words to not be shaky, that didn't convince them, they leaned closer ,backing me into the alleyway wall, "come tells us what's wrong,"
"Nothing is wrong," I say, trying to rush past them but Jeremy grabbed my left wrist, causing me to let out a shriek, surprising them both, Jeremy moved his hand to my shoulder,
"Marry," Jeremy said, serious, "what's wrong with your wrist?"
I shook my head, they gave up on my answer, Jean swiftly took off my sweater, reviling my bandaged wrist, their eyes widen, Jeremy let go of my shoulder, now helping Jean undo the gaz, they both gave a surprised gasp.

The twins are silent for a good minute before I look up, seeing them both covering their mouths with their hands ,blushing heavily. Soon they let go of their mouths ,still blushing, Jean gave another glance at my wrist before looking away, blushing harder, panting now. Jeremy regained his composer, asked in a shaky voice "who did this to you?"
I waited before replaying, "I-I did, two nights ago," Que. two odd noises coming from the twins, after like five minutes of them looking at my wrist, my face, and then swiftly looking away they showed no sign of stopping. It was apparent I wouldn't be going to school, so I started to rewrap the cut, then put my sweater back on. A moment past before they could look at me,
"Sorry about that," Jean said, "but we really like open wounds,"
"I can see that," I say,
"So then you... Oh my.." Jeremy said wide eyed, me and Jean looked at him in confusion before he spoke up again, "she tried to commit suicide," earning a surprise gasp from Jean,
"I didn't try," I say, the twins look at me dumbfounded, "I did,"
"Oh our poor Marry," Jean said before hugging me, her brother joining in soon after, "so that explains everything,"
"What?" I ask,
"Your a zombie," Jeremy said calmly ,as if he was talking about the weather, I was fuming,
"What, wait, how-"
"We saw you drink the blood," the twins say at the same time,
"Then I say you in the girls bathroom," Jean said, I glance between the two of them,
"Oh," I wanted to say more, but words would not come out,
"We 'll help you," Jeremy said, "we wouldn't want our cute little zombie getting hurt, now would we,"
"And we'll get you food, so you don't go crazy from hunger ,"Jean added, their normal smiles coming back, I sigh in release of all the stress of having to figure out this zombie thing by my self.

We walk out of the alleyway all smiles, I stared to walk toward the school, but two hands grabbed my wrist and turned me around, dragging me back down the opposite of where we were going. "Oh don't look so surprised, we weren't planed on going to school anyway," Jeremy said with a smile,
"So we're taking you get some food for you since it seems the last time you fead was the blood," Jean stated, pulling me farther and farther from school.
We stop in front of a huge black gate, similar to the ones in the graveyard, the twins open it and drag me in, pulling me to a grey front door, Jeremy knocks three times before the door is open by a old man dressed in a black suit, he greeted them with a head bow before moving to the side, giving the twins room to drag me in. "Is this the 'Marry' you gush about?" The old man said in an odd accent I could not place,
"Yes she is, isn't she just the cutest?" Jean giggled, "we're taking her to our room, could you please bring up some tea and treats for our special friend,"
"Why yes, my lady," the old man said, walking down the darken hallway, I was about to ask who he was, but Jeremy picked me up under the armpits, and briskly walks up the stairs, and into a room with Jean following close behind.
"I can walk you know," I grunt, not happy to be picked up at all,
"Sorry, I just always wanted to do that, the teachers never lets me pick people up at school, and since we don't know where you live...." Jeremy points out,
"And how can you not like getting picked up," Jean said, "brother!"
Imminently after she said that Jean jumped into her brother's arms, who effectively held her bridle style. They posed like that for a second before Jean was set down, they both seemed pretty proud of them selves, until they thought for a moment,
"Hey, Marry," Jean asked "Where do you live?"
"Uh, you know..... In a house.." Come on distraction I need  you, the twins scooted closer, clearly wanted an answer, but a soft knock at the door made them look up. The old man open the door with a tray with tea and covered plate, he seat them down on a table and excused him self, then quietly leaving the room. The twins seemed to have dropped the subject ,which I did a mental victory dance, they lead me to the table and sat me down, pouring me a cup of tea, being to scared to say I've never tried it before I took a cautious sip, enjoying it, I put down the cup and glared at the covered plate, then glancing at the twins, who where both grinning down at me,
"Okay I give, what's on the plate," I ask, wanting to get it over with,
"Oh I'll happily tell you," Jean said, lifting up the cover, I flinch, on the plate is a price of meat, uncooked looking, with a fork and knife sitting next it the plate.
"Um, what is that," I asked a bit shaky, they seemed to enjoy the tremble in my voice,
"More like who," Jeremy said with a very manly giggle, if I wasn't pale now I would have been now, "joking, we normally never use people we know,"
"You guys mean your...." I ask, now stiff in my chair,
"Cannibals? Oh yes," Jean said with a sweet smile, " and you'll be one too now!"
"How about no," I say,
"No, you physically need to eat human meat to not go crazy," Jeremy said, "did you not read the book we gave you?"
"Yeesss...." I say looking away, I totally forgot about that, I rub my neck, staring at the meat, it can't be that bad, I mean, I liked the blood from that guy, it can't be that bad, right?

I sigh and slowly pick up the fork and knife, and cut a very small bit of meat of the side, I lift it up and sniff it, I slowly put it in my mouth. The moment the meat it my tongue, I lost it, my body moved on its own and I used my hands to shove the rest into my mouth, chewing it up and swallowing it quickly, then gulping down the tea, after I leaned back I glance at the twins to see them gushing to each other, "She's like a puppy! So cute," I realized how I looked, blood on my hands and face, hair fluffed up due to my frenzy, and my mouth still drooling for more meat,
"Um, c-could I have a napkin please," I ask, super embarrassed by how I acted, Jean took pity and got a red hanky and whipped my face and hands,
"Oh Marry, you don't need to be so shy about eating, your a zombie, your not gonna be exactly a clean eater," I look down, Jeremy pats my head,
"Oh her hair just got ten times softer!" He gasp,
"What?! I wanna feel!" Jean shouts, patting my head.

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