The Keyboardist's Secret

Chapter 19

*sexual things**

Pogo's POV.

I can't believe this. I just wanted to get away for a few hours, get my mind off of him even though he is in the fucking trunk.

I wonder where the hell we're going. Probably back to the bus since we have another show coming up soon. We actually missed one because of the, lets just say, other hybrid. I don't know if I can live or preform in such close quarters with him after what he did to me. I'm not usually one for being emotional, but this is obviously a different situation. His humanity switch is off and there is no reversing it. He doesn't care about what he did, and nothing can make him care (AN- Or can it?Ooooooo) I will end up killing him, even though he is one of the main things keeping me alive besides blood. It would be rather simple too. I'm stronger than him, I'm faster than him, I'm smarter than him.

Okay Stephen, stop.

I'm startled out of my run-on thoughts when I feel Twiggy crawl into my lap. He knows I cannot stand being touched.

"Twiggy, what the fuck are you doing? Get off." He then curls up closer to my chest, and draws a smily face on my hand with a Sharpie from his lunchbox.

"Madonny please be happy again. Well your scawy version of happy. I know you might be mad at me, but I'm sowwy. I didn't know what I was doingg. I know Zimmys mean and stupid right now, but he loves chuu. I just know it." He smiles up at me, proud of himself.

I just half-smile and sigh, while ruffling his dreads. It's pretty cute how innocent he is. And how much he truly does care. Oh god, emotions. Gross. "Shut up kid."

He pouts and puts his Sharpie back in his lunchbox. I lay my head against the window, and he starts playing with my mohawk.

I start to wonder what exactly Zim will do once Manson lets him out. Freak out and run away? Glare at all of us and just crawl in his bunk, staying there until the next venue? Who knows right now.

Twiggy shifts his ass on my lap and I groan, involuntarily, as I see Manson look up in the rear view mirror and glare at me. He smirks/smiles innocently up at me. This kid man, I swear. He's really kind of a slut. I've never been romantically attracted to him, but I've wanted to fuck him for Satan knows how long. I start to think. If Zim can cheat on me and not even care, (since his humanity is off) I can do the same thing. With the same goddamn person. Now, I know what you're thinking. "Don't snoop to his level~~~." Fuck that. When you're a vampire, and you cheat on your beloved, it's different. In the vampire world, cheating isn't just an infidelity. It's grounds for war. I look down at Twiggy's innocent, fragile frame. His skinny, little legs. His exposed, pointy ribs. (AN- Reference to a songg. Get it? Eh? Eh?) His sharp hips. Zim may not have been able too, but I can break him in half. Easily.

Maybe I shouldn't. But I want too. I can smell his blood too. Eh, we're almost at the bus parking lot. I'll just feed on him. I'll blow his mind later.

I lean up, moving Twiggy to the side politely, and whisper in Manson's ear at a volume only vampires can hear. "Is it cool if I feed on Twiggs?"

"What the fuck Pogo? No. He's only used to me."

"Oh come on man. Please? I won't take much. I'm starving."

"Whatever. Make it quick. We're about 10 miles from the parking lot."

I begin to smell something as I lean back into the seat, allowing Twiggy to get comfortable again. He giggles up at me, his brown orbs wide and full of life. He's rolled a joint. How he managed to do that successfully in a moving car, I'll never know. Nor do I care at this point. Maybe he already had one already rolled. Fuckin A. This is going to be interesting.