Last Resort |5SOS a.u|

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''I never thought of it as God. I didn't know what to call it. I don't believe in devils, but demons I do because everyone at one time or another has some kind of a demon, even if you call it by another name, that drives them.''

''I told you no fucking injections you dick!'' Isaac yelled from the 'living' room. I say it like that because the atmosphere in the dusty old shit heap is far from living.

''You need the medication so you don't feed! Stop being so defiant!'' Adam, sighed. He knew my brother wasn't meaning to be rude, he was just clearly misunderstood by many people. We both were really, and besides, it wasn't Isaac that was the likely one to go out and feed. In fact the thought of him attacking someone for feeding purposes was enough to make me laugh.

''I don't feed on anything other than cows blood anymore and Pri can affirm that!'' He spat, his eyes turning a dark yellow-red from anger, his face contorting veins that grew across his neck and as he grit his teeth they began to grow. ''Don't make me fucking change that,'' He spat, snapping his head towards Adam and almost giving the poor boy a heart attack.

''For fuck sake Isaac take a happy pill and stop turning, Adam i promise you hes been clean for a good eighty years, its me you should be worrying about,'' I laughed making my way up to them from my previous position on the worn and old dark brown leather sofa.

''Fine! Just promise i wont find you in my room tonight with your teeth inches deep into my skin?'' Adam glared as he took his grip off of Isaac's arm.

''No, but she might if you play your cards right,'' Isaac held onto his arm and glared at the young boy. For a nineteen year old he knew were he stood with us, and yet still managed to hide the fear he had with confidence. The way we walk in and shift the atmosphere is scary enough for a human, but to actually be touching distance and with something we despise isn't quite were anyone wants to be, but Adam seemed to be much calmer then we had ever thought he would be. And considering hes been treating us, well me mostly, for nearly a year, i can even say me and Isaac might have a little bit of a soft spot for him.

Before i go any further, lets get a few thing very clear here, me and my brother have ever purposely hurt a person, my brother never has even touched one after he accidentally ripped a very sweet old ladies heart out shortly after he had been turned, a good eighty years ago.

Whereas me? I'm the more, shall we say, sadistic one. Although its not in my intentions to hurt people, the fact i control life or death when i have someone in vision really enthralls me, I'm not a bad person, for, when i do feed its only ever people who deserve it. Which is were the fun part comes in. The research.

I like to make sure i know my foods background history, a bit like you with your organic crap and free range rubbish, mine just happens to be some low life that makes others hurt or miserable. You could say I'm doing the world a favor almost, but apparently the government see it differently. I eat criminals, and by that i don't mean some little kid stealing jelly beans from his local corner shop. I mean rapists, murderers and down right evil people. Of course by doing this I'm no better my self but at least i don't hurt the innocent.

Plus, everything you hear about us is probably a bunch of crap, one we don't hiss and scurry away like a weird four legged demon when we see garlic. If anything we hate the smell and we cringe slightly, in no way shape or form is it lethal to us, in fact i rather like it in pasta, so please whatever you have been reading, rip that fucking page out of the book. Have you done it? Good, moving on.

Another thing would be sunlight, that part is true, not the twilight shit, I'm sorry but would you really be scared of us if we sparkled like fucking fairies? I thought not. No, we boil, we blacken, we scream, its not pretty, hence the reason me and Isaac wear a ring to stop us. Our dads invented them a long time ago when he realized what we had become and told us to never take them off or it will be suicide. Id love to tell you the whole seductive, possessive part of our kind is true also, but unfortunately i can't lie. Basically were normal looking, there's no black corsets and sleeping in coffins, that shit was outdated back in the eighteenth century, besides from a awfully pale complexion were normal until we turn, then like i said it gets quite ugly, but lets not get to into what i look like when I'm angry shall we?