Stolen Souls (boy x boy)

you right out of this reality and into one where all will sol

you saying I'm in a coma? Are you being poetic and telling me I'm dead inside and my soul is blacker than the heart of whoever thought Farmville was a good idea? Or is this the Matrix? Because

ld, and I squeak. "Whaaa?" The sound that comes out isn't even a

n. He's an athlete: a hockey player, a runner, a soccer guy, and though he tries not to draw attention to himself, he swung himself the title of St

y wrists. I hop back, breathe in, and try to form a response. "Nope." There. That's something. "I quit. I'm done. I'm sorry." I stumble back and awkwardly grope for the window. An arm of the chair pokes my b

e, Shiro. That's ju

n a jumble, mushed up in my mouth so they sound like a string of random sy

ing to

k, but I kick out the screen and writhe out of his grasp. I see the mesh tumble down and a glint of its white painted frame as it flutters into the dark. The folks in black trenches act. They lunge f

ed. My limbs fall asleep, I'm screwed. My hair, once pitch black, is now whiter than tissue paper. My eyes, once brown, are now a bright blue, almost e

't know, death. Bullets and poisons don't quite seem to have the desi

t Jules says, I can't find a way to make me being undead sou

if I'm causing too much trouble and they just want to get whatever it is they brought me here for over. I don't blame them. I just want to go home. I still have that draw

I'm leaned against his shoulder. "W

ng to buy a tin of instant coffee packets off a guy when the fanged person tried to rip out my throat. So even with school, I'm not too busy. But I want to sound cool and relaxed and casual when i

ammy and hot. She sits there for a second, eyeing me with the detachedness of someone looking through a store window at merchandise

my kn

erate, we'll replace your tablet. And n

y. He also holds up a crumpled twenty from the bottom of my bag, a twenty for the coffee I meant to buy. I blush. Though it isn't the quasi

me, raises an eyebrow, and glances at the woman. Her smirk grows

n orchestra. "You see? You can stake vampires through the heart anytime, but if you're tr

lack ink. The muscles in my jaw throb from staying clenched for so long, and they only hurt more the harder I bite down. Stake vampir

clearer I think the lump in the back of my throat will bring tears to my eyes. And wouldn't that make me look intimidating? I'm

, and the grumpy kid is Jules, my apprentice. The guy over there with your bag is Sirius, and he's just so cool he won

shirt. She may be a kidnapper, but at least Kath is hon

ks out my left hand, flips a small red cardboard box from her belt, and dumps its contents into my

uh

any gr

ace is serious. I have to try. "Uh, l

ee him try to count out salt. Kath grins a little at him and wipes all the salt away, onto the sheets

s necklace from around her ne

My dad's Presbyterian. I go to Sunday sermons and Sunday m

ss back under her shirt

cup so hard my insides feel like they'll split in two. Jules hisses,

parkle in

h curiosity at this point. What does she think I am? Why is she asking me the

ules mutters. "Disr

o. "What's your problem? You were fine a few minutes ago." My mind is spinning, and all I want, oth

is earlier apathy sapped.

" Kath

s terrible as they are. I really need to read up on witt

to me. "It isn't funny, I'm not crazy,

do you have? What have I ever done to deserve this, Jules! Tell me. I'd like t

e attacked me and tried to

stands up. "Proof, " he says with a humorless laugh. "You want proof." He aims it at my face an

hen I

ack a scream and stumble back. It intensifies. Suddenly. Out of nothingthens. Pains in my legs, arms, fingers, t

wo

wo

ds between my ears, from inside myself. Spasms race up and down my body. "Stop, stop, stop

lting from

, fragmented jolts. UV l

g in the sun. There's only one creature

't be one

t and hit the ground in a trembling ball, my entire body so cold I'll freeze

s I'm a

I killed

stake me throu

uth closed to keep from scream

find the edge. I scrabble over the sill, queasy, few thoughts in my head except

rom my organs melting into ice water, f

hat can

window and fall i