Blood Runs Cold [BoyxBoy]

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Their eyes burned through me as the four beastly guys stepped away from the kid in the middle. He was smaller, much smaller than all of them. His skin was almost as white as mine, and had black hair swept across his face, covering his eyes.

"Uh, who the fuck are you?" One of the larger kids questioned. I walked over to him, staying silent. We stood face to face, and all I could do was laugh. I grabbed his head in one hand and his shoulder in the other. He kept trying to break free, but I held him down with no problem.

"What are doing?! This guy is fucking crazy!" his voice cracked as I leaned in towards his neck and sunk my teeth in while I proceeded to twist his head back far enough until I heard a snap.

I turned around to face everyone else. If they were smart they would have run away by now, but they all sat there and stared at me, dumbfounded.

"Who's next?" I asked, surprisingly calm.

One of the guys grabbed the kid from the middle and threw him towards me, "Here, take him! Do whatever you want with him."

I rolled my eyes and sprinted myself so I was behind him. They all looked around like a bunch of idiots wondering where I went.

"If I wanted him," I began, "I would have gone after him first. I like my prey a bit more meaty."

I sunk my teeth so far in to the kids neck that blood sprayed out all over my face, and he was dead instantly.

Now, when the two that were left snapped out of it and realized this wasn't some elaborate prank, they began to run. That was a stupid idea because I quickly caught up to them, and I wasn't fucking around. I grabbed both of them by the back of their necks and pushed them up against a wall.

"Now, we can do this the easy way, or you can try and run again and we can do it the hard way," I hissed, pressing their faces harder in to the brick.

One of the kids was crying, he had to go first. He was making too much noise for my liking. I gripped the back of his head and bashed it against the wall as hard as I could. The shattering of his skull was satisfying. It gave me chills. His lifeless body slumped to the floor and I looked at the last one. His blond hair was matted, sticking to his forehead with sweat. 'Bellewood High School Football' was etched on the front of his grey hoodie. He was breathing extremely heavy, and I could feel the vibration from his heart beating. If I didn't kill him, I wouldn't be surprised if he had a heart attack.

"Please don't kill me! I'm trying to get in to Michigan State on a scholarship! I promise I won't say a word about any of this. Please."

I ignored his pleas and leaned in to lick the salty warm tears that ran down to his neck. He didn't say a word as I held his chin in between my thumb and pointer finger. I stared at him as I leaned in closer to his face. To my surprise he moved his head closer to mine. Right before I met his lips, I quickly tilted my head so my mouth was now at his ear.

Whispering I asked, "who's the fag now?"

Returning fear engulfed him as his eyes widened. I swiftly sunk my teeth in lightly. He jolted slightly and kept mumbling, "please" as I continued to suck the sweet liquid from his neck.

Suddenly, I stopped, "Go on. I think I've caused enough trauma for you tonight."

His eyes widened, as he slowly got up. I was lying of course. He was going to bleed out before he even made it to the next block. He started to run as fast as he could, and just as he was out of my presence, I heard a thud from around the corner. I smirked as I silently stood there watching over the other three. I could feel the cold air drying blood that covered my body and clothes.