psychadelic • m. espinosa

eleven

11

Jack J.

"Are you stupid!?" I yelled at Matthew, pushing at him, even though I knew my strength was no match for a 6 foot slim-fit hybrid like himself.

He shoved me off, his eyes turning a crimson-red as veins grew on the bags of his eyes, making me cower back.

"Don't touch me." He stated simply, walking around the cold room. I stayed silent, watching as he paced around the room.

He suddenly stopped, looking at me like I murdered his family. Suddenly, in the blink of an eye, I was pushed against the wall and his cold-blooded hands were around my neck.

I didn't gasp for air, seeing how I'm immortal, nor did I flinch. This usually happens when he thinks one of us is getting to "close," with Fe, even though he assigned us to this mission.

"Who the fuck do you think you are!? Putting your filthy hands on her like that!" Matthew heaved, his hands getting tighter around my neck. He's usually mad like this, but this time I was worried, the only way for me to die is for my head to snap off, and he's coming pretty close to doing just that.

I really don't think Fe would be mentally okay, seeing my head off my body with no blood coming out of my skull.

"Me!? What about you! You possessed my fucking body just to tell her I would meet her at lunch, and for what!? It's not like I like her like that, Matthew!" I whisper-yelled, knowing that other people like me could hear this conversation.

"You can't blame me, Jack, you know how I get around her," Matthew mumbled, his hands releasing their grip on my neck a bit.

"I know exactly how you get, if you were the Matthew I knew you wouldn't be trying to rip my head off and then my limbs. You're just a weird vampire-thing," I yawned, not fazed by the situation.

Matthew rolled his eyes playfully, this guy is so bipolar. He released his grip on my neck and ruffled my hair. "Sorry little bro, you know I can't help it."

I smiled lightly. "It's alright. But, did you hear her thoughts? She's pretty hooked up on your face dude."

Matthew looked down, his pale white face turning rosy red in the matter of seconds. The power of a mate connection. "Oh stahp it."

"I'm still waiting for your cold-blooded ass to make a move on her though, I need to get out of this hell-hole. Shit's depressing as fuck." I mumbled, randomly walking in circles.

"It'll be a while, I don't want to move too quickly — She might not remember my face now, but trust me, she will when I even say my name," Matthew sighed, looking at a dream-bubble he had conjured up of himself and Fe cuddling on a couch.

"Congratulations, you played yourself," I let out a laugh, watching his doe-eyes gaze at the bubble contently.

Matthew glared at me, wiping the bubble away. "You can't blame me for being in love with my mate, Jack."

I nodded, smiling crookedly. "I hope I find my mate one day."

Matthew looked at me solemnly, ruffling my hair once more. "Don't sweat it little bro, it took me thousands of years, you will probably have to wait a couple hundred more."

I looked at him gloomily, shaking my head. "You're an ass."

Matthew laughed, and then halted. "She's coming back, don't touch her again!"

My eyes widened as he showed his fangs, before suddenly disappearing. I knew he was still here though, he always is.

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I ADDED SOME MYTHICAL SHIT IN HERE BC ITS ABOUT TIEM ((::::

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