It's Okay to be Different

8

A/N: This whole chapter and the next one from Mitch's POV is Mitch's past. From the end of his transition to present day. It's going to give some insight as to why Mitch was suddenly so weak around Alex. It also may or may not get kind of graphic. (Really graphic)

I fucking hate Alexander Kirk. I swear to God next time I see him I will kill him.

First he steals an innocent teenager's life. Then he steals that perfect being from me.

But the best thing about all of this... Is that before he took Scott's life...

177 years ago he took my life. And not only that....

*****Flashbackkk
The constant burning sensation ends after whats seems like an eternity. Immediately after, my throat hurts.

"Are you done now?" I whip my head up and see the leader of the three goons.

I rub my throat and look at him, begging with my eyes.

"You're probably so parched, honey." He holds his hand out for me to take.

I stare at him for a moment, contemplating whether or not I should take it. Then the dryness in my throat intensifies and I take his hand, eager for some water.

We walk hand in hand in an area that I've never seen before. He stops in front of an alleyway. There are several people in the alley. Some are smoking, some are drinking and some are... taking medicine?

"You're going to go in there and lure one of them away. Then you're going to kill them. Make sure they're dead. Sucked dry." He tells me.

"I just want some water." I whisper hoarsely.

"Water won't satisfy this thrist. You need blood." He says and shoves me towards the alley.

I decide to settle on a guy that isn't too cute but also isn't ugly. I nerd to lure him away. Take out my feminine side and flirt? Sounds good.

"Hi." I scratch the back of my head. I make sure to speak in a bit of a higher pitched voice.

"Hey cutie." The man says. It's already working. I giggle and look at the ground for a moment before sneaking a peak at his eyes through my eyelashes. "You. Are. Gorgeous. What is a pretty one like you doing in a place like this?"

"Looking for someone like you." I wink and smirk at the man.

"Shall we take this someplace else? I want to get to know you." He chuckles sheepishly.

"Absolutely." I lean in closer to his ear and whisper seductively, "I don't want anyone else to hear when I tell you all the things that I want you to do to me."

"Mmm." He hums and licks his lips. I grab his wrist and pull him a bit away from the other people in the alley. He puts his hands on my waist and leans down to my ear, putting his juicy neck directly in front of my mouth. "Can I tell you the things I want to do to you?"

"Go ahead." I say.

"I want to handcuff you to the headboard of my bed and eat you out with your legs spread wide. I want to stretch your slut-hole with my 9-inch cock. I want to watch you ride me until you scream. You're so fucking sexy." He bites my ear seductively.

I fake a horny sigh and run my finger down his chest. "You know what I wanna do?" I ask, biting my lip and looking up at him.

"And what's that?" I take both sides of his face in my hands and pull his ear down to my mouth.

"This." And I clamp down on his neck. He screams out. His knees buckle beneath him but I hold him up.

I drink until his breaths don't come out and I can no longer hear his rapid beating heart as he gets closer and closer to death.

"Good job." I hear the leader's voice behind me and I whip my head around to look at him. He's smiling at me sweetly. He holds his hand out to me again. I drop the man in my arms on the ground and then take his hand.

A week later

"MITCH!" I hear Alex bellow from the living room. I quickly make my way to him and stand by him.

"Yes, Alex?"

"Tell me why there's a very accurate sketch of you on the news." He points to a picture in the newspaper and there I am. Sketched. But why?

"I don't know, sir." I hang my head, ready for what's about to come my way.

"It's because you're getting sloppy!" He screams at me. "You didn't kill the last person and she went and told the police! You're so fucking useless!"

I stay silent and try to hold back my tears. This isn't the first time he's called me useless but it hurts every time.

"DID I NOT JUST SPEAK TO YOU? ANSWER ME DAMNIT!"

"I'm sorry sir. I'll be more careful next time." I still haven't looked at him.

I feel his fingers wrap around my chin and pull my face up to look at him. His eyes are bright red and filled with anger.

"I'm going to teach you a lesson. One that will teach you how to control your hunger, but also show you who the fuck you're dealing with here." He's still speaking so calmly. I can't help but be terrified.

"Yes sir."

"Shall we start now?" My eyes widen but I know what he wants the answer to be. So I nod my head. "Good follow me."

We walk down the familiar hallway leading to each of the rooms. He opens a door and we step inside.

It's like a cell. There's no windows. No light. Not even a bed. Or a toilet. Not like I need one but still.

"You'll be deprived of blood for two weeks. Afterwards, we'll bring in some humans. If you show any signs of discomfort or urges, I'll do this."

He strides up to me in two steps and puts his hands out, placing them on either side of my face. Then I hear a snap and a loud ripping sound and excruciating pain shoots down my entire spine. I black out.

Then I wake up. I rub my neck which is burning and look at him worriedly.

"I just killed you. And then brought you back to life. Hurts like a bitch doesn't it?" I nod my head. "So don't fuck up." He smirks and walks out of the room, closing and locking the door behind him.

So I'll be here for a while.