Blood, Guts, & Desire (Delectable)

Chapter Seven: Tsyuki

A/N: I'm going to introduce one of the antagonists in this chapter. It's not Nyame though as you may first expect.

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"Nyame?", I call put to his retreating back. "Nyameso!"

His red hair is barely visible in the crowded street, and I feel confusion begin to ripple through my chest.

This isn't his normal behaviour: why would he make plans with me only to disappear?

My head reels, as the stench of death washes over me, a hand coming down to grip my shoulder. I let out a shriek, but the street has magically become empty, even Nyameso disappearing from my sight.

My neck cranes to get a look at whoever holds me, but they only adjust their grip, making it impossible to see.

"Keep still", a raspy voice whispers in my ear. I stiffen again, more at the smell of blood on the man's breath than at him directly.

My throat tightens as I am led down a side street, into an unfamiliar alley.

Three men stand near the end of it, one holding a red wig in their fist. Immediately I realize whats going on:

"Where's Nyameso?!", I scream, struggling against my captor's grip. Surprisingly the man releases, throwing me onto the pavement, and staining the knees of my pants.

"What have you done to him?!"

The taller of the three men steps forward, taking the wig from his partner's hand, and tossing it towards me. As it sails through the air, I notice a strange substance dripping off of it.

By the time it lands in front of me I've already figured it out: the wig is Nyameso's scalp.

"He's digesting", the tall one says, lips curled in a sneer.

"Quite well too", says another, more chubby man with a beard.

All four of the men chuckle darkly, before the tall one (who is quite obviously the leader), licks his lips. Immediately, as if a signal has been given, all he men fall silent.

His stride is so long that it only takes two steps to reach me, his fingers under my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze.

"But don't worry pet, we won't eat you.", He pauses before adding, "Yet".

The men dissolve into giggles again, and as the leader smiles I notice he has fangs rather than teeth.

"Ghouls", I murmur under my breath. I'm not going to make it out alive.

"What do you want me for then?", I say, determined to keep them talking. To keep them distracted till I can get help.

"Well, little pet here has connections with CCG. His daddy. You're daddy killed my sister. So I'm gonna kill him".

I look up at the ghoul, who's eyes has flashed red and black with rage: thinking of the night last week, of my father's successful kill.

And I swallow, survival being the only thing on my mind as a closed fist comes rushing towards me.

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A/N: Sorry for the spoilers buuuuut: Ashoka's totally gonna save Tsyuki's ass.