Demons

Chapter Four

A FEW DAYS LATER – July 7th

Zacky and Brian hadn’t spoken since that time in Brian’s bedroom, when Zacky had bitten him. Zacky was angry at himself and Brian was scared and confused. They’d been at school with each other, sure, and they’d had to sit next to each other in almost every single one of their lessons. But never once had they spoken to one another. They hadn’t even acknowledged the fact that they exist to each other.

Zacky didn’t want to ignore Brian. He wanted to apologize and explain what had happened; but there were two reasons that he couldn’t do that. One, being that Brian seemingly didn’t want anything to do with him and two, was that he couldn’t just say to Brian ‘oh yeah I’m a vampire and I want to suck your blood cuz you smell really good’ and then expect Brian to believe him. Not to mention he’d only get himself hated more by his ‘best friend’. The idea of Brian even slightly disliking him was enough to make him want to cry; and this whole silence-and-separation was killing him.

Brian didn’t want to ignore Zacky, either. He wanted to put it behind them and go on as if it had never happened, but the fact that Zacky had bitten him, drew blood, and apparently gotten something out of it, well that was just fucking weird. And that wasn’t forgetting the fact that, up until the point where Zacky had torn his neck open, Brian had actually been enjoying it. He’d loved the feeling of Zacky’s body on top of his, the feeling of their lips crashing against each other… This alone, was enough to confuse Brian. He wasn’t gay, but… he’d always had feelings for Zacky, in a way. But not like that.

But today, Brian felt different. He’d woken up feeling like crap, every inch of his body just aching, and for some reason he was angry at everything. It was his eighteenth birthday and yet, he didn’t feel like celebrating, at all. He felt like just slaughtering everyone that spoke to him.

As he sat next to Zacky in chemistry, their last class together that day, Brian felt himself almost shaking with an unknown kind of anger. He caught Zacky looking at him and all he had to do was flash a glare, making Zacky whimper and look away. He could have sworn that he saw a sliver of sorrow in the younger boy’s eyes, but he felt no regret or sadness in return. He didn’t care.

For the whole lesson, Brian sat perfectly still with his eyes fixed straight ahead, the muscles in his arms tensed at his sides. He didn’t know what was happening to him, and he didn’t particularly like it, either. But he couldn’t help it, no matter how hard he tried.

As soon as the bell rang for the end of school, Brian sprung out of his seat and shoved his things into his bag, before practically bolting from the room, as Zacky sat there not moving with tears in his eyes.

*

It had started off with a slight twitching in his toes and his fingers. Very light prickling feelings in his bones, beneath his skin, making him squirm and wriggle once or twice. He managed to ignore it for a while, concentrating on the half-finished English essay in front of him that was due in the following morning. But after another few minutes he started shuffling around uncomfortably, the familiar sensation of pins and needles settling into place in his legs and forearms, his fingers tingling and causing him to set down the pen he was holding, rolling his eyes in annoyance.

He stood up and almost fell down again, blood rushing to his legs and making him trip. He shook out each of his limbs, attempting to get his blood pumping again, but after a few minutes when the tingling didn’t cease, Brian began to pace his room, wincing slightly as the feeling intensified, all of his muscles seeming to tense up without relaxing afterwards.

Frustrated and in pain, Brian sat down on the end of his bed and sighed, slowly flexing his fingers as the pins and needles began to turn into an intense stinging feeling, and after about a minute his hands were almost numb. Brian’s thin lips turned downwards slightly and he winced, starting to feel heat rushing through his body. He exhaled and stood up, his feet almost faltering again, and he dragged himself over to his bedroom window, lazily pushing it open and feeling the cool summer night’s breeze flood into his room, ghosting across his skin but not doing much to cool him.