"Do you mind explaining what the two of you are doing here? Barging in like this?! I knew that you were weird when you were following us but damn!" Brittany shooting glares at the two who stood shocked at the entrance door. The image of Andrew and Brittany getting intimate failed to be, now with the two seated next to each other getting ready to play the piano.
"So you-" Eliot was cut off by Pauline, her tone hesitant. "I'm so sorry for bothering you two. I was...waiting for Andrew to be done with you so that I could ask him more questions about yesterday. I've got a few more questions on my mind." Brittany had seen the magazines that talked about Andrew explaining why eyes on their way here weren't just on her but on him as well.
"Well he's busy at the moment so fuck of Pauline!" The tone bitter from Brittany to Pauline hinting at a past between the two. Pauline didn't bother anymore as she left before Eliot made a quick apology and left as well.
"Well that's something that'll be at the lips of every student tomorrow." Pauline groaned as she started to regret not stopping Eliot back then. "I'm sorry about that Pauline but now we know that there's nothing going on between them." Eliot's attempt of lightening up the mood falling flat as Pauline quickened her steps leaving him alone in the hallway.
'Looks like I blew up with this one but I really did think that there was something going on between those two.' Eliot glanced at his own hands, loathing what his mind was presenting as an answer. 'Or it could be that I'm jealous of Andrew.' Shaking his head, he suppressed such thoughts and left the music department.
*Click*
"I can't believe that those two were actually following us." Brittany said as she made her way back to the seat after closing the door. "Shall we start?" Andrew inquired, his fingers already hovering over the keys, ready for a performance. "No, I want answers Andrew. We both know that this is nothing more than an excuse so start spilling, what exactly are you?"
Andrew retracted his hands back onto his laps, inhaling a short breathe as he looked at Brittany. "Andrew's dead and what wears his skin is something you can't quite comprehend." His start making Brittany roll her eyes. "What's next? That you're some monster that has everyone at the palm of their hands. Don't tell me that you're one of those losers that shut themselves in and read weeb comics for hours on end."
"Because if so then the demon lord isn't real." Her tone dripping with sarcasm as she sat next to Andrew, her hands falling between her thighs. Andrew looked at her, no anger, just inspecting and dissecting each flinch of her face. "I won't bother wasting any more of your time then. Don't worry about me passing out." He revealed his neck to her and a scalpel.
She didn't hesitate as she made a cut on one of his veins and latched onto one of them. 'It's far better to drink it wile it's still warm.' Brittany's eyes began to roll as ecstasy flooded her mind. Andrew on the other hand didn't show any form of discomfort as he had a woman sucking his blood akin to a vampire in the broad of daylight, his hands drifting back to the piano keys and a soft melody filled the air.
Brittany didn't mind the music, her hands growing bolder as she wrapped her arms around his figure bringing him closer and sucking more comfortably. The idea of someone walking in the two a distant thought to her. 'Let's see how far you can take that apathetic expression of yours as I such you dry.'
Brittany smirked as she inched closer to Andrew, now revealing her teeth and taking a light bite of his flesh. Andrew didn't flinch which seemed to taunt Brittany as she drilled her tongue into his veins, drawing out more blood and her bites getting harder. 'Huh, it would seem that he's really committed to this.'
Seeing no reaction from Andrew, she stopped with her games and focused on drawing more blood before it hit her. "Ugh!" A nauseating sensation coursed through Brittany's body as she pushed Andrew back and fell to the floor. She held her mouth, preventing her contents from earlier spilling but the pain and bile was too much for her.
"Arghh!!!" Her eyes tearing up as an unrecognizable splatter pasted itself to the floor, Brittany wheezing while Andrew kept on playing as if failing to notice the shift. "Gargh!!" Another mouthful followed the moment she tried to open her mouth to ask Andrew what was happening to her. She felt weak, her vision clouded with tears and her gut aching with pain while Andrew kept on playing away, indifferent to her crumbling state.
. . .
"Hah!" Brittany woke up hours later, her lashes fluttering as she tried to recall what had happened to her as she surveyed the room. Andrew was still playing, his back facing her before she realized that her vomit was gone and her body felt considerably better. "You! What the fuck happened to me?!"
Her questions colliding with the melody making Andrew halt and face her. She was on the floor, his coat preventing her from feeling the coldness of the floor. "It would seem that your body had adjusted to the blood, deeming the food that you had eaten as trash and got rid of it. Worry not, such an event won't happen again."
She rose to her feet, her fists balled and threw her fist onto his face. He tilted his head back dodging the blow, his elbows pressing on the keys eliciting an ear screeching cry that made Brittany flinch. "Do you know how scared I was? I thought that I was going to puke to death because of that." Andrew rose to his feet and picking up his coat.
"Don't worry, god says that you can get as greedy as you wish, if anything..." Andrew leaned closer into her ear, his voice lowering but the monotone ever present. "...You are encouraged to get even greedier than you already are." Brittany backed up, wishing to land a punch on his face but sighed it off. "god? Don't you think so little of my intelligence for me to believe that? You expect me to believe that you know god." Andrew leaned back and cracked his knuckles, his hands reaching for his phone as he replied. "I have a friend that thinks that he is god and I'm too lazy to tell him otherwise."
Brittany saw his phone blocking her vision but before she could brush it off, she saw it. "What the fuck happened to my pupils?!" Why are they red?" Andrew put his phone back, facing the door. "Because my friend said so." Brittany was still at a loss of words. 'How the fuck am I going to explain this to my father? Contact lenses?' Her mind swarmed with how to deal with the fact, bringing out her phone and taking a closer look at her face.
"Brittany, are you here?" A voice spoke and without warning barged in. "Britta-" The man froze as he saw Andrew and his casual demeanor not that far from Brittany. "Don't tell me what I think is going on is actually going on." His tone filled with suspicion as he stared daggers at Andrew who had now worn his coat, ready to leave.
"What?! Of course not, he was just giving me piano lessons. You know how my father is when it comes to this, always telling me to focus less on tennis and branch out more." Brittany wearing a nervous smile as she made her way to her boyfriend Adrian, coming in between her and Andrew. "We're done so let's leave."
Adrian however seemed to have more on his mind. "Is this that creep that you told me was stalking you?" His tone dripping with rage, fists already balled. "I thought that he was at first but I simply misjudged him. He's rather knowledgeable about tennis and was giving me lessons." Brittany's jaw tightened, she knew how sketchy it all sounded to Adrian.
Her opinion shifting dramatically about a person she was labeling as a stalker to now giving her lessons. "Don't you trust me dear? Hey..." Brittany turned around to face Andrew who seemed more like a bystander if anything. "You can leave us alone." Andrew did as told and left the two, Adrian's rage still lingering. "Just promise me that there's nothing going on between you two is all." His eyes narrowing as she cupped Brittany's face.
"I promise so can we leave already?" Brittany was keeping her distance from Adrian's face thinking that she had a lingering smell from her puke from before only to be surprised with a kiss. "Okay then, I guess we can leave then." Adrian said, a man slightly taller than Andrew with bold black hair and vague starry gray eyes. His frame well built and a smile that seemed to provoke rather than disarm.
"Did you do something with your eyes? Why are they crimson?" The question catching Brittany off guard. "I'm just wearing contacts is all. Though I'm sure I'll be sticking with them for a while." Adrian didn't read into it much and the two left.
. . .
Lara was done with her shift, the past couple of days the chances of finding her husband at home only grew less and less. As for the money, anytime she would bring up the topic, a nuclear fallout would follow between the two. With Jasper bringing up the past of how she got the money and her about the future and stating that it would be best to invest with the money rather than wasting it so carelessly.
"I'm fucking done with him and his drunk stupors." Lara sighed as she began to pack her bags. As much as she was sure that her brother would bombard her with "I told you so", it was far better than dealing with Jasper and his antics. By the time Jasper managed to get back home, Lara was already waiting for her, bags already packed with her face stern.
"I think that it would be best for the two of us to break up Jasper." Her words seemingly throwing Jasper out of his drunken state, his glare landing on Lara. "Really? Then I guess it was a matter of time before you ran back to your prince charming! Hahaha! Run back like the little whore that you are!" Lara dropped the argument she had planned in her mind seeing Jasper like this.
"I can't believe that I fell in love with trash like you!" Her face grimacing as she grabbed her bags only to be met with an obstacle, Jasper. "Who do you think you are calling me trash? Since you are already leaving, you might as well do your job as a whole and suck it." Jasper let down his pants revealing his underwear to Lara who backed up.
"Don't you fucking dare touch me or I'll scream!" Jasper let out a low chuckle, his grin ear to ear as he inched closer to Lara, pushing the door close. "What? Is your prince charming not coming here to personally save you? Well if not then I might as well keep myself busy then." Throwing his undergarments to the side, Jasper let his genitalia hang loose, his massive figure and the small apartment preventing Lara from getting past him.
"Argh-" Lara was cut mid scream with Jasper blocking her mouth. "You bitch, you dare to bite me! What an ungrateful slut! Looks like I have to set you-" Lara who wore a hateful glare and dug her teeth into Jasper's hand made an upward arc with her legs, kicking Jasper square on his privates.
With Jasper dropping to his knees, his painful groans filling the air, Lara took this window to slip past him but Jasper reached out and caught her by her leg making her fall. "Where the fuck do you think you're going? You're mine and mine alone Lara!"