Freaks (Ticci Toby) ((Sequel to Outcasts))

Chapter Twenty-Nine;

Kerigan

Two weeks of unending Toby-nightmares had passed. Two weeks of the absolutely infuriating "talks," as the twitchy motherfucker called them. Every night, no matter how late I stayed up.

I had learned alot during these two weeks.

Toby was actually projecting himself into my dreams, using a form of his proxy-teleporting thing that all of Richard's proxies have. He was basically astral-projecting into my head. But, try as he might, he could not find me.

I thanked Jack endlessly for the pendants he had given us.

Toby became more and more frustrated. Especially on the nights I fed from Isaac.

Though these nights were few and far between, they quickly became my favorite thing to look forward to. Isaac would eagerly try to feed me more, and though I deeply craved the intimacy and the slight break from Toby, he had a harder time connecting to me at night when I fed, I couldn't feed off Isaac every night.

"You cant keep projecting the confusion spells onto them if you dont have the energy." Isaac whined, his orange eyes glossy as he cupped my face.

"And you, my darling little blood bag, are becoming addicted." I whispered. Just kiss me, already.

He frowned deeply and closed his eyes. "I'm already addicted to you." He whispered.

My stomach flopped. I pulled away.

"Isaac, hon, please. I know feeding me is euphoric. I know you love how close we get and how it feels for me to feed straight from your skin. But I cant keep taking from you." I rubbee his cheek.

"But Toby-"

"I can handle Tobias. I cant handle seeing you so out of it. Please."

Isaac stared at me, sighing softly.

"Can I kiss you, at least?"

Finally. I smiled widely. "Of course."

And just like that, I was lost in his perfect kiss again. I had been losing myself more and more frequently, and I knew it was because of the cloaking spell I constantly sent out onto my family. But I couldnt let them get hurt because of me.

Isaac's hands gently ran up my sides, which were soft and round. He'd kept me well fed-both with blood and food- so my soft chubby belly was filling in nicely. Still wasnt as large as I was comfortable with, but I didnt look like a skeleton anymore.

His fingers trailed up my spine, sending shivers down it, and sending me into a laying position, him over top of me. His lips gently traced my jaw line, down my throat.

He may be addicted to the feelings he gets when I feed, but I was addicted to this. Feeling appreciated. Feeling beautiful. Feeling loved.

"Isaac-" I whisper softly, and he pulls back quickly, his orange eyes glassy again, his breathing heavy.

"Yes? Sorry," he whispered back, catching his breath.

"Why are you apologizing?" I asked gently, rubbing his cheek with my thumb. He closed his eyes and nuzzled my hand.

"I thought I was going too fast."

A smile spread across my cheeks.

"Isaac," I asked, getting his attention. "Take off my shirt."

His eyes lit up.

"A-Are you sure?" He asks gently, concern in his voice. I laughed, pressing my palm to his cheek.