The Keyboardist's Secret

Chapter 21

Pogo's P.O.V

I barely catch Zim's guitar as it flies towards me, knocking me down. I sit there, knocked down on my ass, and just cry. I don't care if the other band mates see me, I don't care about anything. Normally I'm not an emotional person. I can control my emotions, suppress them, but today is a different story.

I can feel myself disintegrating from the inside. I may not need Zim's blood anymore, for if I drank it it would poison me, but I do need physical contact with him. My fistfight with Zim took all of my energy. I don't think my blows even phased him since I'm so weak. The vampire parts of my body are also punishing me for not being around Zim by making the idea of blood revolting, which only makes me weaker.

I don't want to die. I just want my Timmy back. Ginger, Twiggs, and Manson all walk up to me and kneel beside me. Twiggy holds my hand and hugs me from the side. Ginger rubs my back comfortingly. Manson is the only one who speaks.

"Pogo man, come on. Pull yourself together. By crying like this, you're letting the indifferent side of Zim win. He can't see you cry, he can't hear you. You have to make it seem like you don't need him, that you're better off without him. Make him come crawling back."

I stand up,not in the most graceful manner, and give him the most livid facial expression I can muster. "He wouldn't give a shit anyway. This, all of this, -I gesture to my surroundings and point at Manson- is your fault. Zim becoming the biggest asshole in existence is your fault. Me pretty much slowly dying in front of you is your fault. None of this had to happen but you just haaaaaaad to have another motherfucking hybrid." I allow my fangs to elongate, and turn towards Twiggy, hissing. He looks absolutely terrified, and it only fuels my rage more. I lunge at him and slam him against the wall. I'm surprised I have enough strength for even this.

He whimpers and looks up at me. I couldn't care less right now. I'm getting revenge. I push his head to the side forcefully, and clamp down on his neck, drinking as much as I can stand. I wish it didn't taste as disgusting as it does. I then make him look up at me, his eyes fluttering from blood loss. I bite my wrist and shove it on his mouth. I look into his eyes, commanding him to drink. His pupils dilate and I feel him start to drink. I smirk as I push him off of me and hold his head. He looks up at me, the innocence in his eyes as strong as ever. I snap his neck and let him fall to the ground. I hear Manson growl behind me and move to the side as he lunges toward me and misses, crashing into the wall.

"You piece of peasant shit! I was supposed to turn him! ME! He's MY mate!"

"Yeah well you should have thought about that before you turned someone else's mate, motherfucker. "

"Yeah well, jokes on you. He's been drinking vervain tea. None of us can compel him. He probably only drank your blood because he was scared shitless."

"You're an original and you're more ignorant than me about vampire facts. If he had been drinking vervain tea or consuming it in any way, it would have burnt me like pure acid."

"FuCk I forgot about that. Then why the hell would he drink it anyway? Nevertheless, I was supposed to be the one to change him..."

I hear Manson's bones start cracking. Shit, he's changing and if he bites me, I'm screwed. Once he starts changing, he can't stop.

Ginger runs up to me and yells "Man, you might want to use the remaining energy you have left to hightail your ass out of here!"

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I do as he says and use my vampire speed. I'm moving to fast to see where I'm even going, not that it matters. I have nowhere to go.

Before I realize it, I'm home. Fuck Manson, fuck the tour, fuck everything. I lock my door and barracade it and every window or opening as best I can. That may not be enough to keep a werewolf out, but it will sure as hell slow him down.