Monstrous (Sequel to Beastly)

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"No way he's a beast." Andy said roughly as he slid his coat off. He opened the closet door and hung his coat up, grabbing mine from my hands as well. Andy gave me another glance and shook his head. "Nope."

"I swear he is." I told him.

"You're crazy." Andy laughed.

"I know. I'm dating you." I shot back as I folded my arms over my chest. Andy spun around and shot me a glare, and I gave him a smirk. Andy rolled his eyes and threw himself onto the bed.

"Why do you think he's a beast?"

"Is there any other word to call any of you besides beast?" I asked him. Andy looked at me and shook his head no. "It's what we all are. It's literally what I told you— beasts, killers, murderers."

"A beast. A killer. A murderer." Andy's lips curled up a bit and he snapped his jaw in front of me, but I didn't flinch. I didn't move back nor did I whimper. I was scared of the others but with him I wasn't. My heart had slowed down to its normal rate, and I simply sat still.

I pulled myself away from the memories of the first time I saw him. Sighing, I rolled my eyes and told him, "Okay fine— either way, I thought something and he responded. He said he thought I spoke but I've learned a lot about all of this shit."

"I don't know. I can tell one when I see one, and I can't tell with him." Andy said flatly, shrugging his shoulders. I let out a sigh and dropped it, hearing his lack of care and rising anger with the mention of Damien.

I don't see his problem with him— he's just nice. I would never cheat on Andy. Andy was very jealous as I've come to realize which kind of bothers me but is also understandable.

"Why do you hate the word beast?"

"I dunno. I just think it doesn't fit."

Andy chuckled. "Oh really?"

"Okay so all of the shit— fangs, claws, horns, eyes, size— that fits. But beasts are described to be mean and heartless, and just flat out bad guys in stories." Andy gave a light smirk and an arch of the brow. I rolled my eyes and laughed at him. "You're not a bad guy. None of you guys are."

"We are killers though." Andy pointed out.

"Not anymore." I said flatly.

"Animals count." He pointed out.

I rolled my eyes. Andy told me to come over by him and I hopped onto the bed. He turned on the television and laid us both down, his arm tightly around me. "I just realized I came out to you before I officially came out to my parents."

"Aw— you're gay?" I asked.

Andy smacked my arm. "Shut up. You know what I mean you dork." Andy laughed as he repositioned himself. I hummed in his ear and laid down on my side, brushing the hair off of my neck. "Andy, it's time."

"To go to bed?" He asked.

I rolled my eyes. "I hate you."

"Do I have to?" Andy asked, whining a bit.

I looked over my shoulder and gave him a look, and he rolled his eyes at me. He told me to turn back to the television and I did. Andy leaned in close and whispered a soft apology before I felt him sink his fangs deep into my neck.

I winced slightly, but by now I was used to it. The sound of him swallowing still gave a chill, but other than that the pain faded quickly and I just waited for him to finish. He gripped at my shoulders tightly, taking gulp after gulp.