Spiked Roses

His heart thumped loudly in his ears. The moon's light seemed too scream at the two young boys standing under the unfamiliar wooden beast. The flowers stuck out on large spines. Some large, some small, some long, some short. All different sizes. They reminded the two boys of the world. Roses. The roses stuck on the tree's spikes were also, different in every way, and in some cases. Different in only one way.

"It's beautiful." the redheaded boy whispered as if he thought if he spoke any louder he would wake a beast. "Just like you are." The other boy, a shorter raven haired boy. He too, spoke as if he was trying not to wake a large beast. The redhead then smiled, his clean white fangs shone in the screaming moonlight. For someone who drank red liquid, his teeth were way too white.