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Chapter Eleven

Five Months Later...

"Oi Aaron! Did you find the money yet?!" I shouted as I pulled Mckillsalot from the women's chest. Her blood stained my shirt and pants. I groaned at the mess.

"No!" I heard in response as I tossed the women's corpse next to her husband's body, and grimaced. I got their blood on my face too.

Freaking drug dealers. They're scum, and now they're dead. Simple as that, I don't feel sorry, I never do. And for a plus, Aaron and I won't go hungry or shelter less this week.

I still raved for more blood, but I held myself and went with a hard kick in the side of my dead male victim. I felt the man's rib cage break at the impact of my foot, I smirked and exhaled.

1,2 out 3,4 in.

I inhaled sharply 1,2 I exhaled 3,4.

I was beginning to really control my urges for blood within the past couple months.
I would not be a danger (for Aaron's sake), and I could stay places longer because I wouldn't kill someone every (other) day.

And also since being with Aaron, I found out my natural hair color, its like a chocolate brown color.

We are currently in Dallas, Texas right now. I am not particularly enjoying the stay here, its too hot and there are to many bugs (A.K.A People), but it was Aaron's turn to choose our location. So, I had to accept it.

"I found the dealer's money!" I heard Aaron shouted bringing me out of my thoughts.

"OK!" Wiping the blood off my face with my already bloodied sleeve.

I went in the direction I heard his voice come from.

Aaron and I had sort of grown closer. However, I still never told him personal stuff and other then the stuff on the first day we met, he said nothing either. Which we are fine with, we don't need to really know anything else about each other.

Over the past 5 months we have known each other, we hardly talked about anything serious.

What happens is he mostly just jokes around, then I scold him, he makes an inappropriate comment, then I scold him, he basically just says something, and then I yell at him. The cycle continues.

When he first made me agree to let him travel with me, it wasn't pretty. I mostly hit him (which I still frequently do), tried to kill him and I also tried to abandon him and take off in the middle of the night. Yet, five months later he is still here. I, in fact, have a hard time wrapping my head around that.

I found the room where Aaron's voice had come from. Walked in and was greeted by Aaron's back facing me, he was fiddling with something but I couldn't see what. However I could see a bag with stacks of bills spilling from the top. I grabbed it and then notified Aaron of my presence.

"Oi!" I shouted.

He jumped in surprise and turned around, his green eyes widened. Compared to when I first met him, his hair grown out longer and since being with me, he had also grown a bit more muscular.

But, the first thing I noticed when he turned around made me growl in frustration.

In one hand, he held a bottle of Jack Daniels and in the other a bag of strooms (A/N: That's pot by the way).
I also noticed him chewing something, it was probably the drugs.

"Hey, hey this isn't what it looks like," Aaron said in a sort of daze.

Then, with no will of his own his nose twitched.