Skye's Blood

Chapter Thirteen

Trigger Warning: Rape
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Silence. A fearful desolation that choked Fleck, prevented him from speaking. He could barely breathe. He stood in the door before his room.
"Get on your bed, Flick." The sharp blade of a man whispered in his ear. Fleck shivered and went to his bed, and sat. The blade followed, smirking.
"Lay down, Flicker Wicker, on your back." Confused, Fleck lay down on his back. Perhaps Beta wanted to choke him again... He bared his neck. Beta sat on his stomach, smiling like a child at Christmas.
   "I know what's going on here." Fleck blinked.
   "You want a proper fucking like the filthy little slut you are." No. No. Oh god no. Fleck swallowed, he didn't want this.
   "Well, if that's what you want." It wasn't what Fleck wanted, but he doubted Beta cared. He closed his eyes, hoping it be over soon.
   "No, no. Can't have that now can we. Open your eyes." Fleck reluctantly opened his eyes. Beta groped his stomach roughly. It made both pain and pleasure tainted with wrongness flow through him. Why did he have to feel pleasure at the hands of this monster? Fleck wanted to die. He watched, feeling detached as Beta removed his clothes. Beta then fondled his penis, before lifting it up to reveal his female part. 
     "I always heard that omega pussy was tight. Why don't we find out together, Flick." Beta slid two fingers in roughly, before leaning close to Fleck, leering at him.
    "I'll be your first." Fleck wanted to look away. He wanted to scream, to cry. He could not.  After Beta got bored with fingering him, he shoved himself into Fleck's virgin hole. Fleck screamed as Beta's cock tore him open, blood oozing between them.  He sobbed, clutching the green bedsheets. Beta grabbed his face.
"Don't try to tell me you don't want this. I know better than you, Flick." Fleck held his breath until he passed out, not wanting to experience anymore pain.
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Fleck seemed different. It was the day after tomorrow. Flick seemed even more jumpy than usual, darting around with haunted eyes. He would ask Fleck during his lunch detention. Pani continued lecturing about anti-federalists, until the bell. Fleck stood awkwardly.
    "Is there something wrong?"
"Fleck, is there something going on? W-what's wrong with your arm?" Pani gently grabbed Fleck's arm and pulled up the sleeve. Three red cuts. They were fresh.
   "Fleck? Have you been cutting yourself?"
     "Yes." Fleck looked away.
"I'm going to have to refer you to the consolers office." Fleck's eyes widened.
   "Please don't. I won't do it again!" Pani sighed and ruffled the top of Fleck's head.
      "Fine, but if you start cutting again, that's what I'll do." Fleck sniffled. 
"O-okay." Pani threaded his fingers through Fleck's hair, combing out the tangles. Fleck stood awkwardly close to him, purring at the contact. Pani blinked. No one had told him that werewolves were like cats when they were groomed. He chuckled and pulled Fleck into a quick hug. Fleck seemed surprised, but settled himself on Pani's chest. He began sobbing. Pani rubbed his back. Fleck clutched at Pani desperately, as though the vampire was a father. Unfortunately, that's when the principal came in.
"Uhh...? Is something going on?"
"Fleck has been self harming." Fleck froze, his eyes wide with betrayal. The principal reared back.
"We need to call his guardian."
"I don't think that's wise, considering the nature of the situation."
"Which is?"
"Fleck, tell her." Fleck looked from the principal to Pani. He looked down.
"B-b-beta fucked me."
"D-did you want him to?!"
"N-n-no."
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Waves of humiliation flowed over him. The other two looked at each other in shock. They went in the hallway talking in a hushed tone. If they called Beta, he would be screwed. He should've lied. Beta had connections to dangerous people, more dangerous than a vampire. He didn't want Sanguis to get hurt. He should've killed himself when he had the chance. Fleck collapsed on the ground, folding fearfully. His breathing got faster. No, no no no no no no no no no no no no no.
"Fleck? Can you hear me?" Gentle hands touched his cheeks. Fleck nodded, his eyes shut tight.
"I want you to breathe with me, okay?" Fleck nodded, and tried to breathe at the same pace as Sanguis. After a while, he opened his eyes.
"Fleck, when is your eighteenth birthday?"
"T-two w-weeks, w-why?"
"Beta cannot legally force you to stay with him when you are eighteen." For the first time in a while, Fleck felt....happy.
"R-really?"
"Yup."
Fleck paused.
"W-where will I go?"
Sanguis blinked.
"You could stay with me, just until you get on your fe-woah!" Fleck had jumped into Sanguis's lap, hugging him.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" Fleck cried tears of happiness, his cup overflowed.
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Willope and Dawn walked to the ice cream shop. Dawn had promised Willope that she would show him around. A pale man stood in front of them, blocking the entrance.
"Willope, let's go somewhere else." Dawn whispered.
"Don't be silly, we can just ask him to move." He whispered back. Dawn hid behind Willope.
"Excuse me, good sir, you are blocking our way. Could you please move?" The man turned around, his face curling into a sneer as he saw Dawn.
"Sure thing, gay boy."
"I am not homosexual."
"Funny. I thought that thing standing next to you was a boy in a dress." Willope turned to Dawn.
"You are a boy?" He inquired with mild confusion.
"No!" Dawn shrieked. Willope turned back to the man.
"She's a girl."
"No, he's a tranny and a faggot. An on top of that he's a n-"
"Look, if she says she's a girl, then she's a girl. Leave the woman alone. And don't think I didn't know what you were about to say. Apologize, now."
"No."
"Five."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Four."
"Don't tell me you're a tranny too!"
"Three."
"Fuck you."
"Two."
"What was that?!"
"One." Willope snapped his fingers. The pale man started vomiting water, coughing and choking. Dawn stared on with horror as eels slipped from his mouth. Willope tilted the man's head up.
"Nobody insults my friends. Nobody."