Blood Lust (Creepypasta Fanfic)

Alone and Afraid

It had been many long days since you had barely escaped the wrath of those you once trusted and trained with...

Tobias finally ended up finding you, and saving you from a bad case of hypothermia...

 The nights had been long and cold. You and Tobias had begun to question your motives, killing wasn't as satisfying anymore... Nothing was, Tobias had begun to have head-splitting headaches from the call of "The Mark"... 

Your nightmares had begun all over again... How could everything have gone to shit so fast...?

"Hey." You were startled by a familiar voice shaking you away from your dreadful thoughts. "You gonna be alright? You were out of it for a while- That wound doesn't seem to be healing all that well-"

You gave a small nod, you weren't going soft, you just didn't know what the next strategy was. You and Tobias were constantly hunted by Rake, and other members of the Proxies you had come to know.

Constantly on the run, you longed for some sort of satisfaction, whether it be killing or otherwise. You couldn't return to the normal world, nor could you return to the "Mansion", due to the circumstances.  

Sigh... 

Tobias sat down, the chairs creaking a little from the wear the years had given the poor beaten oak wood. It looked ancient. He had gutted a few rabbits to cook, hunting had been scarce due to the winter's cold chill that ran through the veins of The Forest and everything inside like a Reaper's ice cold kiss. The frost in the air came in fractals in your lungs, sending a shiver up your spine, and causing your breath to look something like a frost dragon's. 

"You don't look alright, you should eat and sleep... Conserve your strength." He said with the slightest bit of emotion in his voice.

You huffed. "And you?

He chuckled. "Well I'll be on guard of course, I'd rather not get gutted like a fish amidst the middle of the night-" His voice was muffled by the metal mouth guard that protected his abused and exposed flesh from infection.

"Isn't that cold?" You asked, examining the mouth-guard. He only ever took it off to eat, and rarely to sleep.

He shrugged. "I guess- I mean..." He thought for a moment, then loosen the clamps that held it in place, it would hurt to the average person, but not to him.  The side of his mouth abused and wide open, revealing his clamped jaws and teeth. "Only for a bit... I don't want to get a goddamn infection." He sighed and laid back. 

You looked up through the torn and battered roof over your heads, it was an old shack that you two took over for around 2 weeks, you wondered if this was the others jut planning out an attack... Or if... 

Maybe you were finally safe?