(A/N: so yeah this is a new story, i don't know how well it will turn out but i sure hope you like and support it!!)
"Kill him before the age of five."
That had been the order given to the ten-year old, red-eyed, pale boy that went by the name of Chris. It was a ritual, a right-of-passage kind of thing that Chris had been waiting for for ten whole mortal years now. It's something every boy had dreamed of, being assigned a real, live human to torment. How hard could this be?
Squatting in the dark closet of the young boy, Chris felt giddy butterflies tickle his stomach. He'd only watched his father torment the mortals before, never himself. But now he was alone and had a child of his very own. He watched as the little toddler waddled into the room and climb onto his little racecar bed. Little brat doesn't know what he's got comin'. Chris scraped his long finger nails across the wall of the closet, earning the little boys curious glance before hobbling over to the closet door, teddybear clutched in his arms. This was it, all you gotta do is scare him a little. Chris growled just like his father would have. It was a low growl, deep in his throat like a threatened animal. The boy's icy blue eyes went wide and the butterflies erupted in Chris's stomach again, only to be shot down when the boy started giggling like an insane person.
"Again!" The boy squeeled and smiled. Chris stayed silent and clenched his razor sharp teeth. There was something odd about this child. He wasn't scared of Chris and that just wasn't right. Anyone in their right mind would have been shaking in their boots just at the sight of this little demon, but here this kid was giggling!
Chris sniffed hard, sucking oxygen through his nose. Something smelled sweet and it made Chris's ten-year-old-mouth water with saliva. He licked his lips. Chris realized it was the cookies in the little mortals hands.
Soon the boy lost interest and shoved one of the chocolate chip cookies in his mouth before stopping and thinking to himself. The next thing Chris knew, the little toddler was stuffing two cookies underneath the closet door and giggling again. Chris snatched them up immediately and scarfed them down. He's never tasted something so sweet in his entire life.
He looked at the kid once again and a flash of doubt crossed his mind. How could he bring himself to kill such an innocent being that was nothing but nice to Chris?
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