It's Okay to be Different

25

I'm scared to show this man what I've been through in just the past two months. I settle with small clips of each big event.

*****

I try to walk to the front parking lot. Try being the keyword. I'm falling all over the place, unable to walk in a straight line. Right before I topple over and faceplant on the cement, a hand grabs me.

"Are you okay?"

*****

"Let me drive you home." He presses. I want to say no, but I look him in the eye for a split second and change my mind.

"Okayyyy."

*****

"I want to show you something. Get out." I go to argue with him but meet his eyes again when I start to do so.

"Okay."

*****

Then he starts palming me through my jeans. I let out a loud moan and break away from the kiss, resting my head on his shoulder and panting heavily. He continues working at my groin as he kisses my neck. I feel pressure building in my stomach as my abs clench. Am I really about to cum this quick in my pants from this stranger?

"I'm gonna-" I'm cut off my the excrutiating pain of something sharp sinking into my neck.

*****

"Are you feeling any pain right now?"

"A little bit but I feel more dizziness than pain." He says with a confused expression.

Kevin sighs. "I don't see how..." He stands up and looks at me. "He's transitioning."

*****

I scream and writhe in agony. The pain is so excrutiating. The man that injected this substance into me just looks over me with a sad face. "I'm so sorry." He mumbles. "I can't wait until Mitch finds the person who did this. He'll kill him on sight."

*****

"How old are you?" I ask suddenly.

"20."

I pout. "You know what I meant."

"197."

*****

His moans keep getting louder and higher-pitched with each second.

I change my angle a little bit, leaning over him slightly and then he screams. "Oh FUCK! SCOTT!" He screamed my name. He whips his head around to look at me. And two things send me over the edge. His face of pure bliss and pleasure. And his bright red eyes, filled with hunger and lust.

*****

"You need blood."

*****

"You're a liar!" I push him and he flies halfway across the room before crashing into the living room table. The man at the door smirks.

*****

"IF I HEAR ONE MORE FUCKING THOUGHT ABOUT MITCH I SWEAR TO GOD, HOYING, I'LL COME UP THERE AND SNAP YOUR NECK RIGHT NOW!" Alex screams from downstairs. I feel the tears sting at my eyes but they never fall. I can't let them fall. He'll hear them fall and he'll kill me.

*****

"You know that I love you. So, so much."

I nod my head and then rest my head on his shoulder. "Yeah I do. I love you too."

*****

Mitch leaps on top of Alex taking his face in his hands. He looks at me and I stop doing whatever I'm doing.

"You fucked with so many people... so many lives... so many families. We don't deserve to die..." He chuckles. "You do." And in one swift movement...

Mitch rips his head off.

*****

I step away from the 'Oswyn' guy and press my lips into a thin line as he raises an eyebrow at me again, eyeing Mitch and I. I accidentally showed him a memory of when Mitch and I... yeah.

"Interesting... very interesting." He says slowly.

"Sir, why haven't we killed these people!? They've killed hundreds of innocent people!" The same woman from before speaks up.

"Silence, Edith!" He raises his voice and she cowers back against herself. Bitch. "Alex is anything but innocent and he vexxed all of these innocent people. Scott has just shown me proof that Alex has been using his power in the wrong way! His life was taken because of it, and for a good reason. No man should abuse the power to take an innocent bystander's life, or a teenager! Scott, tell them how old you are." He coaxes.

"I'm 17. Tomorrow would have been my 18th birthday." Four of the other five people look a bit taken back by my age. The other looks neutral. He hasn't shown much emotion either way, so...

"You're just a child." One of the women says.

"One of the many children that Alex has compelled and changed into our kind." Mitch cuts in. "As you could see, Alex ,and all of these other people, died for a completely logical reason. We will take care of Tyler. We will clean up the mess. We've done no wrong."

Oswyn nods his head understandingly. "He's right. They've done no wrong. I do have one request for Scott and Mitchell."

"Yes sir?" We say in unison.

"Let Scott go back to school. I want him to get his education and live a normal life. I want him to have friends and go to college and do less stupid things than go clubbing. But we have to make sure he can control himself."

"Sir, I can assure you that Mitch keeps me well fed-"

"And he has more self control than most vampires I've ever met. If it has to happen, I will go back to school as well and keep an eye on him. I can pass for 17." Mitch cuts me off.

Oswyn raises an eyebrow. "You would be willing to go through another year of high school and more years of college to help him." He questions as a statement

"Of course I would. Anything for him to live the normal life that Alex ruined. He's too important to me for me to just let his life be taken away by one mistake he made."

"You can't go back to the same high school he was enrolled in. You'll start next fall in your senior year. Whatever major you were going to do, take classes that correspond with it. Mitch I know you were going to major in performing arts."

Mitch nods his head. "Yes sir and so was Scott."

"Perfect!" Oswyn exclaims almost too happily.

Well I'm going back to school I guess

A/N: After this chapter is where the title of the story will actually start to make sense. Hope I haven't gone too far off track!