The Keyboardist's Secret

Chapter 15

Pogo's POV

I stand there frozen in shock, disbelieving the fact that my sweet, innocent, perfect Timothy is drinking from Twiggy's neck. I was supposed to change him. He's MY true love. I notice Twiggy's eyes start to droop from loss of blood and lunge at him, pulling him away from Zim. He gasps and hisses evilly at me. His eyes are black and veiny as hell, and there's blood streaming from his mouth. God, it smells SO good. NO. Not now. Zim roars angrily and zooms around the room, slamming into walls, unable to control his new speed ability.

"I NEED BLOOD. I NEED MORE. I CAN SMELL IT EVERYWHERE!" He screams, still zooming around the room, knocking Ginger down.

"He's really scary.. I want to go back to the bus.." Twiggy mutters, curling into a ball and cowering into the corner. Ugh he's regressing again. Great. "Shh baby, he'll be better soon." , Manson whispers, attempting to cuddle Twiggy. "NO!" He screams, "YOU DID THIS TO ZIMMY. DONT TOUCH ME. DONT EVEN LOOK AT ME. WE'RE OVER, YOU PSYCHOTIC ASSHOLE." Manson gasps softly, looking down.

"You see what you did, fucktard? You lost a boyfriend and turned Zim into a monster." I spit at him, and try to grab Zim, succeeding.

"NO DON'T. I NEED BLOOD. I NEED IT NOOOOOOWWWWWWWW!" He screams in my face.

I grab his face, just trying to calm him the fuck down. "I have plenty of blood bags on the bus. Let's go home baby. You can drink all of them and then you'll be fine." I look over at Twiggy making sure he's not paying attention. "I'm sure Twiggy will even let you drink from him if you're nice enough." I whisper in his ear. I can't believe I just said that but a vampire, well hybrid, this young really needs to drink from the vein. It's healthier. He starts to snarl, his eyes slowly changing again.

Twiggy's regressed to the point of a five year old. Oh god. He skips over to us and stares at Zim's eyes. Fucking shit. He strokes Zim's cheeks, gently running his thumbs over the veins underneath Zim's eyes. Zim smirks, biting Twiggy's hand softly, barely pricking him. How the hell is he controlling himself so well? Twiggy squeals with excitement and I start to wonder if Zim even remembers I'm still standing here.

"Are you not scawy no more Zimmy?" he whispers, still stroking Zim's cheeks. I hear Manson growl.

He grabs Twiggy's hips and pulls them to his own. Oh I don't think so. "No cutie pie, I'm not. Why don't you and I, ha,get out of here? Hm?" He whispers, nibbling on Twiggy's ear, inhaling his scent I bet.

I shove his shoulder roughly. "What the fuck Zim?" He looks at me like I'm an insignificant peasant. He slams me into the wall with one shove. How the hell is he so strong!

He pushes Twiggy to the opposite wall, whispering things in his ear and grabbing his ass. I don't care to listen, I'm in to much pain. I think he broke some ribs and my shoulder blade is out of place.

I see Manson lunge at Zim and throw him across the room, into a wall. "You think you can just fuck my soul mate, motherfucker? Who the fuck do you think you are? Bitch you're still a baby hybrid. You better learn your fucking place. You're sired to me asshole, which basically means you have to do WHATEVER I say, when I say it. You better not ever, EVER, -" His rant is cut short by Twiggy kicking Manson's shin as hard as he can. Manson winces, but it probably didn't hurt at all.

"NO NO NO. DON'T HURT HIM MANNY! I HATE YOU!" He probably doesn't mean that, considering he has the mind of a five year old right now. He helps Zim up, even though he obviously doesn't need it. Zim glares at Manson, punching him so hard he slams into the ground.

"Get on my back cuteness. We're getting out of here." As Twiggy jumps on his back, he looks over at me with a look of pure lust and pure...evil. At that moment I know he's figured out how to turn off his humanity and that he's done it.

He zooms out of the building, going Satan knows where. I hear Manson get up and spit.

"Come on Pogo. We're following them. I didn't think Zim would turn out this way. He's strong. To strong. He needs to be chained up for a few days. He's out of fucking control. I was the same way when I woke up after being.. changed. Although I was made by a witch back in the 12th century."

I look at him, confused. "Look, I'm all for chaining him up and making him mind considering he's out there fucking cheating on me as we speak. But we're on tour, riding in a fucking tour bus. Where the hell are we gonna get fucking chains and the room to put them?"

He chuckles. "You know the 'bedroom' in the back of the bus that I don't allow anyone but Twiggy and myself in? That room is filled with chains and other kinds of restraints. I have to chain myself up whenever I get angry so I don't hurt Twiggy. Poor thing just thinks it's a playroom."

He hands each of us a ring, different from our daylight rings. "These rings will cloak you in an invisible, er, shield that will hide your scent so Zim can't smell us following him. We need to capture him before he murders anyone else. I'm sure he's already killed like three people."

We all file out of the building and into Manson's car and I start to wonder,

Is Zim still worth it...?

~~RisingOptimism