Child • Jøshler

chapter five

Tyler didn't have any frens in school.

Children would run away from him screaming in terror. He'd sit alone in the back of the classroom. The teacher would stutter when she'd speak to him.

But he was generally a good pupil. He was calm and quiet. He caused no trouble.

But that was in the school.

At night, he'd hunt and kill. Nobody would ever suspect an eight-year-old was a murderer. His parents couldn't stop him.

Granny Joseph had died less than a year. Tyler started not talking to his parents, he started being rude and threatening.

Not so much because of Granny. But because he missed Jenna more every day. Killing was a great way to calm down and to stop the constant thirst.

He was soon enough fifteen and off in high school. His fangs grew out even longer and it was almost impossible for him to keep them inside his mouth. His eyes were still a bright crimson.

He wasn't as feared in high school. He'd occasionally be called a freak, but a single hiss would scare off the toughest bad boys. That would also make him an attraction to girls. He'd often walk down the hallway smirking, knowing the jocks didn't stand a chonce next to him.

Only to top that, all teenage girls adored vampire TV shows. Red eyes and long fangs really made him a hot topic.

Still, he didn't have any frens. He walked the hallways alone, he sat alone, he kept his mouth shut most of the time.

When he'd speak in class, all eyes were glued to his mouth just to stare at his fangs.

He liked the attention.

His killing didn't need to be improved much. He already knew what to do and how to do it. He just became faster and a better lurker.

Murdering bored him, really. Always the same process. Never any excitement or challenge.

But it was what kept him alive and what gave him strength.

At the moment, Tyler was walking down a hallway in school; the most crowded hallway to be exact. His backpack hung on his right shoulder, his hand keeping it tightly in place. His left hand hung relaxed by his side. Red eyes scanned over his peers. He heard the hesitant squeaks of a girl that wanted to approach him. He smirked.

It was stupid in his opinion. He wasn't looking for love. He already lost love. There was no returning that.

Tyler walked out of the school, as his last class had just ended. He planned on not coming home before the next morning, just because there was nothing entertaining in his room where he'd lock himself.

Walking to the town center, he found himself stepping between the dirty, dark streets.

Behind a restaurant, there was a man in white. A cook. He was having a furious phone call.

But he smelled good.

Tyler lied down his backpack, making his neck click three times. He stretched his arms and exhaled.

Soft steps became so fast they were unnoticeable.

In less than a second, he was holding the man's shoulders, pressing his face between the head and the collar bone to find the vein his fangs so desperately wanted. The two sharp teeth sunk deep into the man's neck. The man could only gasp; it was too late for him to be able to scream. As his face paled slowly, so did the rest of his body and soon his knees felt dead. The man started to fall to the ground, but Tyler was conscious enough to hold him up. The sweet, copper taste of blood would make Tyler lose his mind. He was frowning in pleasure as the last drops of the red liquid entered his system.

Once the body was drained of blood, Tyler let it fall and collapse on the ground. He panted lightly, eyes closed. Rising his hand, he wiped his bloodied face with his sleeve. He knew he probably didn't get it all off, but he didn't care anyways.

He returned to his backpack, swung it onto his shoulder and listened to the desperate 'hello's coming from the man's abandoned phone.

He walked out of the allies and into a park.

He saw his schoolmates sitting on a bench. That bench wasn't made for thirteen boys, but whatever.

"Oh, look who it is" a jock stood up "Red eyes"

Tyler rolled the said eyes and wanted to proceed walking, but two other guys stopped him. He tsked and crossed his arms on his chest.

"Whatcha doing here, Fangsy?" the boys teased, pushing Tyler a little.

"Going for a walk, Vampie?" they laughed.

"I have a name" Tyler spoke.

"Ooh" the boys proceeded laughing and pushing Tyler around.

"Stop it" Tyler threatened, allowing them to push him but not letting them cross the line.

"Oh, what are you gonna do?"

"Take money off your bank account" Tyler said seriously.

The main jock frowned "How?"

"You're gonna have to pay for your Mom's funeral, aren't you?"

The boys covered their mouth with their hand and the jock the words were directed to narrowed his eyes at Tyler.

"You asked for it, freak" the jock swung his clenched fist toward Tyler's face.

Tyler caught his fist in the air and pressed it until tears streamed down the guy's face and every bone in his hand broke.

The rest of the boys swore repeatedly and ran away.

"Don't say I didn't warm you" Tyler said, still holding his hand; with each moment tighter.

The jock was all out of tears and just screamed begs. Tyler eventually let go of him, showed his teeth with a hiss and walked into the forest.