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Black-Eyed

By: Scott_Harper



It's a good thing I like my job, Susan Roe thought, starting toward the front door of her small home. Because the hours sure stink. I hate third shift!

Just as she was reaching for the doorknob, the telephone rang. Sighing, she glanced at the delicate watch on her slim wrist. As long as she kept the conversation short, she had time to answer and still make it to work on time. Hurrying to the mahogany table where the phone waited, ringing, she grabbed the handset.

"Hello?"

"Sue?"

She smiled, hearing her mother's voice. "Who else would be answering the phone in my house at nearly nine at night?"

"I know you're on your way to work," her mother said, "but I wanted to call and invite you over for dinner tomorrow evening."

"Sure," Susan said. "I'll be there. Thanks. Sorry to be short, but I've got to get to work."

"Okay."

"Tell Dad I love him."

"I will."

"Love you, too, Mom."

"I love you, too, Sue."

Soon as her mother hung up, Susan replaced the handset in the cradle and started toward the door. The bell rang, chiming softly through the house. Susan stopped and frowned. Who's dropping by this time of night? Everyone I know knows what hours I work.

Moving back toward the door, she peered through the peephole and frowned upon seeing the boy standing outside. He couldn't have been more than ten or eleven. She unlocked the door and opened it.

Rather than look up at her as she greeted him, the boy kept his gaze downcast as he returned her greeting. His voice was soft and held a traces of an accent Susan couldn't place.

"Can I help you?" she asked.

"I hope so," the boy said, nearly whispering. "May I come in?"

"I'm afraid not. I'm on my way out to work. I haven't got much time. What can I do for you?"

The boy shifted his weight from foot to foot. He was dressed completely in black- tee shirt, jeans and sneakers - and his hair was such a dark, even black that Susan suspected it was dyed. "I haven't eaten in two days. Please, may I come in?"

Susan felt her frown deepen. The boy didn't look as though he'd been living on the street. Something about the child struck her as simply being...off. "No, I'm sorry. Like I said, I'm no my way out."

"You live alone." It wasn't a question.

A small chill danced on her spine. Susan didn't reply.

"A young woman shouldn't live alone. Sometimes...things...happen to young women who live alone."

Susan took half a step back, retreating a bit farther into her house, one hand still holding the door. "I'm sorry. You'll have to go now."

For the first time the boy lifted his face, his eyes meeting her own. She was struck by how pale his flesh was, but her attention was drawn instantly to his eyes. They were solid black, with not even a hint of iris or whites. Just pure darkness.

Feeling her own eyes widen, Susan said, "Those are...interesting...contact lenses you're wearing."

The child stared at her without replying. Susan felt another chill, this one colder and longer-lasting, make its way along her spine. A cold knot formed in her stomach.

"Please leave."

Staring at her still, the boy shook his head slowly. "I'm hungry. Let me in."

"No."

"You must."

Susan tried to shift her gaze from the child's but couldn't. "No."

"Yes. Invite me in, Sue."

"How do you know my name?"

He shrugged. "Let me in."

"No!"

"Invite me in!" The words were snarled, barely discernable.

Susan drew back in shock, her gaze finally slipping from the boy's eyes. She slammed the door in his face and locked it quickly, her hand shaking. Though she couldn't see the child, she knew he was still waiting outside. She could feel him waiting.

Shivering, Susan moved away from the door, glancing around, ensuring that all the drapes were tightly drawn. She checked the backdoor, making doubly sure it was secure as well. A glance at the clock told her it was after nine. If she didn't leave right now, she'd be late for work. But the thought of opening the door, this or any other night, sent a wave of cold sweeping through her.

Turning, Susan picked up the telephone and dialed the number from memory. When someone answered, she identified herself and informed them that she wouldn't be at work that night.

"Are you feeling alright?" the man asked.

"No, Ralph. Not really. I think it's these third shift hours, you know? I've been meaning to say something for a while. It's messing with my sleep-cycle too much. I'm getting too run down."

"No offense, but you don't sound well."

"I'm not. I'm sorry, Ralph, but I won't be coming in for third anymore."

"We don't have any openings on another other shift, Sue."

"Then I'm sorry, but I have to quit."

She hung up the telephone and stared at the front door. The child was still out there. She could feel him. He was waiting for her. He would, she knew on some instinctive level, be waiting until sunrise.

Black-Eyed Stalker



There you are again. Every day this week when I come into the library, you're sitting at that table. I can feel you staring at me with those black eyes as I come and go. Not smiling. Not nodding a greeting. Not saying hi. Just staring. It's creepy.

I don't think I'll make a trip to the library tomorrow. My e mail can wait one day. I'll be so glad when my home computer is fixed. I hate having to come all the way into town just to use a public computer.

So I skip Thursday. On Friday, there you are. At that table between the elevator and the stairs. I go to the reference section and pick up a magazine to flip through. I peek at you over the magazine as I pretend to read. Yep, you're looking straight at me, as I knew you would be. Creep. A woman walks by your table with an armload of books and she drops one. You pick it up for her and stand to give it back to her with a smile. You're not bad looking, nice smile. Maybe you're not a bad guy after all. You turn your dark eyes back to me, and the nice smile disappears. Back to the penetrating stare. Those dark, dark brown, almost black eyes.

I put the magazine back on the shelf and walk to the elevator. I can feel your eyes burning into my back as I push the button and wait for the doors to open. They open and I hurry on, feeling that somehow the small space offers some protection from those ever present eyes. As I turn to face the front, you get up from the table and look in. Our eyes crash together. You stand there with your arms crossed over your chest, your black eyes boring a hole right through me. There isn't much space between us, and you make no move to get on the elevator.

"Khan," you say in a clear quiet voice only I can hear. The doors seem to stay open for an unusually long time today. Our eyes are still locked together as the doors finally slide close.

I take a deep breath and let it out slowly. I've never had this feeling before. I'm scared of you. And yet, you are sexy in some perverted way. Damn. Those eyes. So dark. Khan. What? His name? First or last? Odd name. It goes with his odd behavior.

I go into the computer lab and sit at an open terminal. Damnation. There you are outside the lab's glass partition at the nearest table. You must have run up the stairs.

Khan. Is he a nice man, or a stalker or something? He may be Jack the Ripper reincarnated. How come he just doesn't come up and say hi and introduce himself in a normal way? 

I get my business done at the computer and hurry out, not looking at you at all. I look in my rear view mirror for the first couple of blocks, half way expecting to see you following me. Twenty minutes later, I pull into the drive at my little country home. I like living by myself out here. Mom and Dad didn't like the idea of their little girl moving out here. But after college, I wanted to be on my own, and I loved this quiet spot out of town. Today, I sit in the car for a few minutes, still watching the rear view mirror. I was a little afraid to get out for some reason. "Shit," I muttered to myself. "I'm getting paranoid." 

The weekend passes by normally. A few times I think of the mysterious 'Khan'. He's cute. He's weird. He's sexy. He's creepy. He's tall. He's scary.

I begin to think of you again on my way to the library Monday evening. I called the computer shop and the guy said maybe another week. He had to order a part from China or something. How come I was sort of glad that I had to come to the library again? I must be crazy to feel anything at all for that weirdo. It's late when I get around to get into town. It's a little after 8 p.m. and the library closes at 9.

It didn't seem to matter what time I made my daily trip to the library, you were always there.

Oh, wait. I'm surprised. You aren't here. I spend thirty minutes in the lab, writing some letters and answering my e mail. I look at the table outside the lab, and you aren't there. You aren't at your table by the elevator. I breathe a sigh of relief. But on the other hand, I kind of miss you.

It's quiet in the library at this late hour, and most everyone else has gone. I say goodnight to the woman still sitting at the reference desk, and walk out the door.

I turn the corner of the building, and out of the shadows I'm grabbed and pushed into the dark area between the bicycle rack and a short brick wall. The wall has a bench attached to it on the other side. I scream, but it's cut short by a heavy hand slapped across my mouth. I squirm and kick as you push me against the side of the big building.

I know it's you. The weird Khan. You slam me into the scratchy brick surface. The rough outside wall scratches my back. You have one arm around the back of my neck, with your hand curled over my mouth, and the other arm around my hips. Your face is inches from mine. The light of the full moon is reflected in your dark pupils. The look in your black eyes goes right through me.

You push several fingers into the crack of my ass, probing. The material of my stretch pants is between your fingers and my puckering back door. Your breath is hot, blowing the hair by my ear.

"Settle down. You'll only wear yourself out," you whisper.

You spin me around in your arms, so my back is against your chest. You grope at my breast squeezing it and at the same time you shove your other hand down the front of my pants.

"Mmmmmmmm,' you moan. "I knew you were a naughty girl, Anna, you don't wear panties do you?" You stroke your hand across my lower tummy, your fingertips just touching my hairline. "I could always tell that you didn't wear any. In your tight jeans, there was never any panty-lines across your ass." Your fingertips move a fraction of an inch down. "Tell me why you don't wear panties you nasty cunt."

I draw in a deep breath. "How----" I swallow and cough to clear my throat. "How do you know---my name?"

"Tell me!" You shout. You grab my chin and turn my face toward you. Then the whisper is back. "Tell me why you don't wear panties."

You put your palm flat on my tummy and press me tighter against you. I can feel that you are hard. You rock your hips against my butt slightly.

"You look so nice and proper. Always dressed nice. Your long hair always fixed up nice. You push your hips suggestively forward and your hand tightens on my stomach, squeezing me to you. "I like it when you wear it down and let it swing free."

Your right hand still on my chin, your lips just a whisper away from mine. Your other hand is on my stomach holding me firmly.

"But you aren't a proper lady are you? I've seen you looking at all the men in the computer lab."

You take your hand out of my pants, and put it on my breast kneading it with your strong hand and fingers. Then going to the other breast you knead it feeling my nipple harden even more. You release me only long enough to grab a hold of my blouse at each breast and rip it open, tearing four buttons off and exposing my dark blue bra. Before I could come to my senses and try to run, you grab me again with your hand on my crotch and the other hand on my right breast. My butt is against your groin. I start squirming, but I don't cry out. Slowly, ever so slowly, you work your fingers inside my bra and find my hard nipple.

You jerk your other hand away from my crotch and cup my chin again, pulling my face to within an inch of your mouth.

"I knew your nipples would be hard you horny slut. That day when you got on the elevator, did you know that your nipples hardened just from looking at me?" 

You massage the tender flesh of my breast, and squeeze my sensitive nipple hard. "Did you think I wouldn't notice? You probably didn't even realize that your body was responding to me without my even touching you."

I gasp from the sharp pain and lean over to try and shake off your hands. I scream. You clamp your hand over my mouth after just the tiniest sound.

You continue to speak close to my ear. "Do you know what you do every time you look at a man?" You take your hand off my mouth and jam it down the front of my pants again. You stop just before you reach the top of my slit. "Do you know?"

I shake my head side to side.

"Liar. You squeeze your thighs together."

You move your hand across my hip and down to my inner thigh.

"You do it every time. I've watched you. You squeeze them tight together and feel the pressure in your pussy don't you?"

You run your hand up and down my thigh. You don't touch my genitals.

"Every time a man comes into the lab, you look up and if you like what you see you squeeze those pussy lips together."

You cup my chin and your lips just brush mine. Your tongue eases out and lightly touches my lower lip.

"You did that for me the first day I walked in and sat behind you. You like men, there's no mistaking that. I can almost smell it when you walk by."

Suddenly you pull my stretch pants down to mid thigh. I can feel you fiddling with the front of your jeans. I pull on your hand at my chin, and reach around trying to keep your other hand from unzipping your jeans. My actions are fruitless. You're too strong. I feel your hardness touch the cheek of my bottom.

"Mmmmmm Anna, I knew your skin would be soft."

It felt warm on my skin. And hard. Very hard.

"You've made me this hard every day for two weeks."

Did I say that out loud? Very hard? Wait a minute. Two weeks? 

"You've been watching me------for TWO weeks?"

"Yes, Anna, I have." You rock your hips against me. "I've wanted to touch you for days and days."

Your hand goes across my mouth again, and your other hand goes between my legs.. You shove two fingers inside me. I gasp through my nostrils, and try to lean forward, pulling on your arm. You work your fingers inside me.

"You're wet, Anna. You must like to be treated this way."

I shake my head side to side.

"Liar," you say again. "You like it. Your wet pussy doesn't lie. Your tight hole is juicing up for me. I did that to you."

You pull your fingers out and bring them to your nose. Inhaling deeply, you close your eyes and slowly lick off each finger, looking at me, making sure that I see what you're doing. Then you reach down and ram your fingers inside me again. I can't tell how many fingers you have in there.

"Stop it!" I protest feebly. I still feel your hard cock pressed hard into my right ass cheek. This time you bring your fingers up to my mouth.

"Taste yourself," you order me.

I reluctantly open my mouth and you put your fingers between my lips. I try to bite them, but you take them out quickly.

You again slide two or three fingers inside me. I let out a moan before I can stop myself. Do I really like it? My eyebrows scrunch together. No. This man isn't nice. I want to get out of here. I don't like it. I don't.

After you get your fingers covered with my juices, you put your hand around your hard prick rubbing the wetness all over it. You dip your fingers inside. Again you wrap your wet fingers around yourself.

You pick me up with one arm around my waist and push me against the short brick wall. The wall comes up to just below my breasts. You take hold of your long hard prick and push it in between my ass cheeks. I feel the round head against my tight hole. 

"No!" I protest, realizing what you're about to do.

You put your hand over my mouth, and shove your hips forward hard.

Your stiff cock breaks through my tight sphincter and I squeal in pain. You stop your forward movement when about half your length is inside. I whimper and my breathing slowly returns to almost normal. My little hole stings, it feels like a baseball bat was shoved up there.

I get only a little breather, until you start pushing in further. You push and push and push. Finally I feel your lower belly hit my ass cheeks. I have had only one other man put his cock up my backside, and he wasn't as big around as you are. It burns. It hurts.

You hump in and out a few times, and then slowly withdraw it all the way. You lean down and kiss each of my ass cheeks. That seems like an odd gesture to me. Almost like you were kissing the hurt away.

Then facing me, you pick me up and back me toward the brick wall of the building. My legs are flung around your waist. My pants are still down to just below my crotch. Without saying a word you guide your hard dick inside my pussy and lower me until you're buried deep inside my wet slit.

You drop your head to my chest and reaching behind your back, you pull one leg of my pants down and off over my shoe.

I didn't realize it until I settled my leg back against your hip that I had helped you take my leg out of my pants. What the hell was I doing? I try to push you away with my hips and hands. You stagger back slightly, then push me against the brick again.

"Aaahhh!" I bellow as the rough brick surface tears into my tender skin.

You put your arm up farther around me and when you push me backward again, your arm protected my back from the rough brick. 

You grab my bra in the center of my chest and pull it up, letting my breasts tumble out. Pulling me to you, you kiss me hard. My breasts mash against your chest. Your skin is hot through the material of your shirt. Your breathing slows and you break the kiss.

"Oh shit, your pussy feels so fucking good. I've waited and waited to feel the inside of you. You've got me so hot I don't know what the fuck I'm doin'."

You kiss me hard again. With a moan and a grunt you begin slowly stroking inside me. "Mmmmmmm. Tell me you like it. Tell me your pussy feels good with my big cock stroking in and out of it. Shit, your pussy feels so fucking good."

You grab a handful of my hair at the back of my head and guide my lips to yours. Your lips caress mine, and you run your tongue across my bottom lip. Then you deepen the kiss with a groan. "Mmmmm does it? Does your pussy purr with the feeling of my rock-hard cock buried deep inside it?"

I don't want it to feel good. I want to push you away. I don't want to like your kisses. I don't want to feel my nipple harden when you close your lips around it. Mmmmm.

"Your tits are perfect. Firm. And soft. Your nipples get so hard."

Your rhythmic thrusts get faster. Your rocking motion is tearing the skin of your arm between my back and the brick surface of the wall.

"I thought I was going to cum in my pants when you got on the elevator and I saw your nipples harden when you looked at me."

Two more quick thrusts, and you explode deep inside me. 

"Oh shit!!" You exclaim as you fill me with your seed. Your grip on my hair tightens. You grunt with each ram of your hips. I can feel your strong spasms all along the walls of my pussy. I try to keep my hips from moving. No, no. I can't be. I can't.........mmm....mmmm.....mmmmm.

You drop your head onto my breasts. After a minute you lower me until my feet are back on the ground, and help me put the one leg of my pants back on. I pull my bra back down to cover my breasts as you stuff your softening prick back into your jeans. You're blocking me into the dark corner with your body.

You step back slightly into the ray of the street light and look down at your forearm, the sleeve of your shirt is torn and you unbutton it and draw it up to your elbow. You're bleeding in several places. 

I take your arm, looking at it and catch myself before I say that I was sorry for your pain. What the hell am I thinking? Our eyes meet and I know you can tell what I'm thinking. You grin slightly.

"You came didn't you?"

My eyes widen at your question. "No."

"Liar."

I throw your arm out of hands and try to run. You grab me around the waist. I scream and you clamp your hand over my mouth. No one hears or sees anything. I see only one car in the parking lot. Mine is on the street out front. I kick my legs in the air and try to kick at your shins.. You keep walking toward the car, with your hand over my mouth.

I try to bite your hand, but it's like a vise on my mouth, I can't even part my lips.

We reach the car and you open the driver's door. There's a length of rope and two rolls of tape on the seat, one being gray tape, and the other clear packing tape. With your arm still around my waist, you tear off a length of the clear tape and put it across my mouth.

You pick up the rope and while holding both of my wrists together, you wind the rope around them and tie it tight then open the back door and throw me in. You pick up some rope with a clip of some kind on it from the floor and loop it between my bound wrists, and clip it to something under the front seat. I have freedom to move around but I couldn't climb out the open windows.

I scoot across to the other back door, and the handle doesn't open it. I look to the lock, and you have gray tape over it. The window is down and the tape goes all around to the bottom of the door, wrapped many times over. The lock is hopelessly buried in the tough gray tape. I can't see the end of it. I try to tear at it. It won't yield. You put more tape on the opposite door over the lock all the way around just like this one, and slam the door. I look at the passenger door in front, and it's trussed up in the same way.

Lock the driver's door. The keys are not in the ignition. The windows are down. Damn. My mind is going a mile a minute. This damn tape over the lock is like steel. I scramble around doing anything I can think of. What am I hooked to under the seat? I reach under there to feel what it is and I can't tell how to undo it. Dammit. The driver's door opens and you climb in and start the car.

I try to climb over the seat and reach for your door to maybe open it and push you out. You bring your arm back with your fist doubled up like you were going to back-hand me. I turn my head and bring my shoulders up and cower back.

That scared me. The tape on my mouth made it difficult to breathe. I tried to force open my jaws. I could feel the panic starting to well up in my chest. I don't know this man. He could really hurt me. I'm not a naive school girl. I'm not a virgin. I like aggressive men. He didn't seem exactly dangerous to me. This is some kind of sex game. He has made no threat to my life. I wasn't scared of him until he raised his hand to me. I don't want broken bones or to be psycho for the rest of my life. I can take a dick in my pussy without it making me crazy. I settle back in the seat and scrunch down in the corner. I slowed my breathing and wondered what might be next.

You drove in silence for about fifteen minutes, then stopped the car. We're out of town, the lights of the city are far away. I look all around and there are no lights to be seen of other houses. Just a small porch light on at the house you're dragging me to. You stop as soon as we get into the circle of light on the porch.

"I'm going to take the tape off. There's no one for twelve miles in any direction. No one will hear you scream." 

You bring your mouth down to mine, and kiss my lips through the tape. 

"So you might as well keep quiet," you whisper. 

You turn me in your arms so that my back is against your chest, and you put both of your hands on my breasts kneading them. 

"I'm going to enjoy you my pretty Anna." 

Your right hand goes down inside the front of my pants and you sink two of your fingers inside me. 

"I'm going to fuck you in so many ways, you're not going to be able to move for a week."

You knead my left breast firmly, then soften your touch. At that point my nipple tightens into a hard pebble.

"Mmmmmm," you moan. 

You move your left hand over to my right breast, working your hand inside of my bra. Your fingertips circle my nipple and it too hardens quickly. You pull the tape half way off my mouth, then give it a yank to rip it the rest of the way.

I immediately start to scream. I had to try.

You stop in the doorway after you turn the knob and push the door open. I still scream as loud as I can. Releasing me, you bring your arm back again as if to strike me across the face. 




Black Eyes of the Fallen



"Dude, I'm totally going to have the greatest costume for the party tonightZacky squealed as he got his wing stumps attached to his back.

Johnny, who had accompanied him to the store just shook his head and laughed at him. Zacky had been talking about how he wanted to be a fallen angel for Halloween ever since last Halloween. Johnny also grinned at the look on Zacky's face when he looked in the mirror to see his dream come true.

"Oh man, they look so cool. Do you think it'll be a turn on for like the chicks and shit?" Zacky asked Johnny as he checked himself out in the mirror.

"Zack man, are you sure it's the chicks you want the attention from. Because, I was under the impression that it was Jimmy's attention you were really seeking." Johnny said knowing it would enrage Zacky.

"Shut your fucking faggoty face John! I already told you I had given up on him a LONG time ago." Zacky said glaring at the smaller man.

Johnny rolled is eyes and mumbled "Sure."

Zacky's flare somehow managed to get more intense. Johnny could only laugh though, Zacky always looked cute, no matter what face. I guess it came with having very feminine facial features.

As Zacky puts on his adjusted shirt Johnny goes and buys his costume for himself. As he signs the receipt a hand touches his shoulder. He looks to see Zacky looking rather embarrassed.

"What's wrong Z?"

Zacky bites his lip nervously, "Do you think Jimmy will think I'm hot tonight? Do you think tonight will be the night and I'll finally kiss him!?"

Johnny just laughed and said sure.

He knew that could was lying. 

~ ~ ~

As Zacky and Johnny made their way up to Brian's house they were attacked by a squealing Val and a laughing Matt.

Johnny wiggled around trying to get Val off his back, "Oh for fuck sakes Val, would you relax or something."

"But it's Halloween Johnny! It's going to be so much fun. Hehehe, right Mattykins?" Val said as she got off Johnny. She moseyed her way back into Matt's velvet covered arms. 

Johnny looked him up and down and just grinned, "Mad Hatter?"

Matt smiled, "Dead Cowboy?"

The two laughed at each other. Val was dressed up in a costume matching Matt's, she had bleached her hair deathly blonde so she could be Alice.

Val walked over to Zacky and touched his stumps. 

"Who cut your wings?" Val mused. Zack smiled at the attention.

"You of course Val, don't you remember last night in your room when I cupped your soft yet supple-"Zacky stopped when he caught Matt's cut eye from behind Johnny. 

"Mind your tongue Baker or I swear to god." Matt threatened. 

As they got to the door they could already hear the loud music blaring through the thick walls of the old Victorian House that Brian's grandmother had owned. It was beautiful in every way, and was creepy enough to hold a party there. 

The plants crawling across the sides of the house making creepy shadows appear, the fake spider webs aligning every corner outside and probably inside.

Instead of trying to ring the doorbell that would most likely go unheard they walked right in. Val first followed by the rest of the boys.

Trying to talk to anyone in this place would be a feat in itself, the music was blaring and people where somehow holding casual conversation.

Zack started to look everywhere for Jimmy, while Johnny and Matt stationed themselves at one of the many kegs in the house. Every now and then they would hear a scream but figured Brian being the jerk he was, had set up traps and spooks everywhere. Brian had always been a huge fan of Halloween. He always found it funny that people flipped out on the day they know they are going to get scared.

Val was one of Brian's favorite targets so when she came running over to Matt looking shook up and he was laughing hysterically behind her Matt nearly punched him through the wall.

"What the fuck man, you're sick. Leave my girlfriend alone." He said dangerously towards Brian.

Brian grinned showing off his putty stuck fangs. He was abnormally paler than usual and was wearing his usual attire.

"Whatever man, its Halloween so she should have been prepared." Brian explained.

Matt glared at his friend and marched himself and Val out of the room. Brian grinned again and threw his arm over Johnny.

"So, Dead Cowboy ay?" Brian questioned.

"Ok, is there something wrong with my costume because both you and Matt made the same comment?" Johnny whined at his friend.

Brian laughed and changed the subject, "So where's the Zack Attack?"

"Probably where ever The Jolly Green Giant is. You should have seen him at the costume shop earlier today. 'Do you think Jimmy will kiss me tonight?' It was a little gay."

"Well Zack is a little gay, what can you expect. Too bad Jimbo is an asshole and isn't into dudes." Brian mused.

Johnny's expression held one of shock, "You mean to tell me Zack is totally going to make a fool out of himself tonight?"

Brian nodded feeling a little bad too. 

"Don't worry about it, if anything happens I'll cheer him up. I am his best friend after all." Brian offered to keep Johnny happy, not that he wouldn't do so anyways. 

"So, any chicks in mind?" Brian said waving his hand over the room in a very magical way.

Johnny looked around, not many caught his attention. It was Halloween so you never really know what people are truly like. Until he saw this one girl with shoulder length brown hair and a gorgeous smile. She was dressed in a beautiful pink dress although half of it was spray painted black as was one half of her body. Even her face had black lines across it, an eye that was fully black and one regular chocolate brown eye.

She was chugging back a beer and chatting with some friends who were dressed as demons.

"Her." Johnny said pointing to the starlet.

"Of all the girls you could pick at this huge party, you pick my sister?" Brian laughed at him. "You touch her in any other way than a platonic one, I will have no trouble ripping your face off and feeding it to Zacky's dog."

With that Johnny nearly pissed himself, he being as weak as he was compared to Brian and also Zacky's dog was pretty scary for a tiny fluff ball. 

With that Brian left Johnny to do his biddings. 

With a heavy sigh and an almost shaking body, Johnny moseyed his way over to Brian's sister. 

On the other side of the house Jimmy was ignoring Zacky as per usual, Zack stood in one corner of the kitchen watching Jimmy talk to everyone but him. 

Zack was on his second drink and getting reasonably disappointed as each minute went by. He had waved to Jimmy and he didn't wave back, smiled at Jimmy and Jimmy didn't smile back. 

"Fuck!!" Zacky thought to himself. "What on Earth am I doing wrong?"

Jimmy was avoiding Zack for his own reasons, one he wasn't gay and two Zack was already claimed by someone who threatened to hurt him if he got to close. As much as he would like to talk to Zack he couldn't. He felt bad having to ignore him on purpose, knowing full well what kind of psychological damage this was doing to him in the long run. 

Jimmy decided to exit the room after seeing Zacky fidgeting with his hands for the seventh time in a five minute time span, it was just too much for him to handle.

Zack on the other hand felt torn apart by this last action, he figured Jimmy really didn't like him and was making him awkward just standing there staring like a drunk girl who forgot how to use basic motor functions.

He then felt someone's hand on his shoulder, he looked over to see Brian standing with a look of concern.

"You ok man?" he asked Zacky.

Zacky sucked up his emotion and nodded.

Brian's eyes soon changed to a look of relief. He then nudged Zacky and started to walk away from him.

He stopped as he realized Zacky didn't get the hint and said, "Well are you going to come with me or not?"

Zacky smiled at his own stupidity and scurried to catch up to Brian, the two walked down probably the only empty hallway in the house and headed to a bed room. As they entered Brian closed the door and made his way till he was seated on the bed. Zacky stood awkwardly by the door.

"Um, Bri what are we doing in here?" Zack asked him. 

Brian noted the awkward confusion Zack's stance showed him, made him feel a little bad but knew it would end shortly.

"I just wanted to talk or something, you've been looking a bit down lately I just wanted to know what was up." Brian explained softly, patting the bed beside him.

Zack looked at him with a questioning eye, but then shrugged it off and sat beside him. Brian smiled a little for him to start talking. With a sigh Zack collected his thoughts.

"It's just Jimmy, no matter what I do to try and impress him he just ignores me. I really like him and it's becoming a pain in the ass to try and make him like me. I just want someone to like me, maybe I should have stayed straight." 

At Zack's last comment Brian was taken aback, he liked his friend being gay and couldn't picture him straight at all.

"Seriously?" Brian asked him. With a slight nod of the head Zack answered.

"You shouldn't change just because one guy, one straight guy I should say, doesn't like you. Besides there are probably tons of guys that do like you and would die to be with you." Brian said trying to cheer him up, also hinting at his own like for Zacky. 

"Naw, I'm not many guys type. I'm too femy I guess."

"Too femy, oh fuck off Zacky, your perfect." Brian exclaimed.

Zack arched his brow as to why Brian would say such a thing to him, not that the didn't expect his best friend to cheer him up, he just wasn't expecting to be called perfect.

Before Brian could explain the door burst open, it was Val and Matt. Val had a book in her hand and was stumbling around drunkenly. Matt was trying to catch her hips to steady her.

"Guys! I found this book in the basement it has like spells and shit, but you should here the words in this it's like some fucking Shakespeare shit." Val said excitedly as she waved the book in front of them.

Brian laughed at her, "What you gonna do Val, cast a spell. I though you were Alice not a witch?"

Matt rolled his eyes, "Let's just leave them alone Val, we can go tell Jimmy about the spells, ok?"

"No no no, Brian wants to see me cast a spell, than Mr. Haner fucking will!!" Val said pushing Matt's hands off her and falling to the floor with a thump. She then scrambled through the pages and said, "This one could be interesting!"

"Val, I think Brian was only kidding. You shouldn't mess around with it." Zack warned her.

"Oh Z, I doubt anything will happen." Brian said. 

Zacky sighed and watched as she recited some words in Latin, she said them one at a time with a slight slur to her voice. When she finished she looked up at the three guys, the three of them just looked around. After a few moments Matt placed his fingers on the bridge of his nose in boredom.

"Ok well I don't think any thing happened so you should just put the book away and-"Matt started saying as someone came running in the room.

A young guy waltzed in and looked horrified, "Dude Brian, some of your guests are fighting and shit, do you want us to kick them out?"

Val's look of hopefulness faded when she realized it was just a silly fight.

"Don't worry about it Brian, I'll take care of it. Come on Val let's go now." Matt said grabbing Val's hand leading the two out of the room with the other guy.

Brian and Zacky looked at each other and laughed.

"Well since class is over at Hogwarts want to go get a drink?" Brian offered.

Zack laughed at his joke and agreed as the two stood up Zack felt a searing pain in his shoulders, "Ow, what the fuck?"

Brian furrowed his brows and gave Zack a questioning glance. Zacky shook his head and put his hand on his own back, as he touched his shoulder blade his eyes shot wide open.

"What is it Zacky?" Brian said worried.

Zacky brought his hand back out in front of him, in his hand there was blood smeared all over, "My back is bleeding." 

"What?" Brian asked as he turned Zacky around, only to find that Zacky's back had blood staining down his shirt out of his fake angel wing stumps. Or what should be fake at least. "Zack man, it's your stumps, they are bleeding. Is that supposed to happen?" Brian asked as he moved his hands to touch the blood.

"No, I put fake blood on like a few hours ago it would have dried by now, why does it hurt Brian?" Zacky asked his voice choking as he started to panic.

Brian brought his fingers to his nose and could smell it was real blood. "It's real Zack, holy shit. Wait." 

"What?" Zack asked staring the wall in front of him, tears threatening to fall from the pain in his back.

"Can you feel this?" With that Brian touched one of the stumps with his index finger and started to circle it. Zack shuddered then nodded. "Oh fuck man, this is so fucking weird. I don't what to do Z. Are you ok?"

Zacky turned to face Brian whose hand didn't move, Brian stared at his hand, looking at the blood that was on it. Zack failed to notice and said, "It hurts Bri, it really feels like they have been cut off. I think I'm going to be sick, how in hell is this possible!"

Brian didn't respond so Zack looked at him confused, "Bri, you ok man?"

Zacky looked for any sign of a response from his friend, looking over Brian's face it had seemed that his make-up job had been a good one, his skin looked deathly pale and surprisingly he couldn't see the thickness the make-up usually showed. He then noticed Brian's mouth drop open a little, then his fangs started to protrude out slightly as if they were growing.

"Holy shit!" Zacky flinched backwards when he saw the fangs. This caused Brian to look up from his hand and he gave Zack a "What's wrong" look.

"Yo-your fangs man, they like grew or something when you opened your mouth!" Zacky said pointing a shaky hand at Brian's mouth.

Brian put his hand in his mouth to feel the fangs, he tried to pull them out but they stayed, didn't even budge. His look of panic then changed to one of horror.

"Dude, I'm actually a Vampire. They won't come out!" Brian cried out as he put his hand to his chest, he looked down and then back up at Zacky, "I'm dead. I'm fucking dead!!"

Brian grabbed Zacky's hand and pulled it to his chest, when Zack's eyes widened he knew he had felt it or really the lack of a heartbeat.

"Oh fuck, do you think Val's spell thing worked?" Zack asked.

"Fuck yeah man! Oh shit, what if it got the whole party or something?" Brian said panic stricken, the two ran out of the room and into the hall, it was empty and the thumping bass of the music had stopped.

The two gave a "what the fuck" look to each other and slowly made their way down the stairs. As they got to the bottom they saw Johnny sitting beside the entrance to the kitchen. The ran over to him and he looked up at them. Relief washed over them as they knew he was alive, that is until they saw his eyes had become a grayish color and his skin had cracks in it as if his skin was dying.

"Holy shit Johnny, you ok?" Zacky asked him, he grabbed Johnny's arm but let go when he heard a crack of a bone and felt his flesh peel a little. Giving a disgusted look to Brian the two stood back up.

"This can't be good. John do you know where everyone else went?" Brian asked him. Johnny blinked as if trying to take the information in.

"They left." He said quietly, and then he turned his head to facing the ground again.

Brian walked out in to the living room to find no one was there, but they had left ripped furniture and broken lamps in their wake. 

Zacky walked up behind him, "Holy shit, I hope no one died while leaving."

Brian turned and glared at Zack for the joke. Zack said sorry as he realized that Brian was dead and was annoyed at the comment.

"Sorry man I was just trying to lighten the- shit, where's Jimmy?" Zack questioned as he looked around.

"I don't know man, he might have left with the crowd. I know Matt and Val are still here, they wouldn't leave after this. And it's not like ether of them were dead characters or like demons, they might be just fine and looking for us." Brian said unsure of himself.

"So I guess that's what happens then, we turn into are costumes. So I guess we should check the tea room in the back." Zack said as he started leaving the living room.

Brian walked with him, "Why the tea room?"

"Well Matt was dressed as the Mad Hatter, so he's probably there."

"Drinking tea?"

"Precisely." Zack said with a proud smirk.

When they got to the dining room they stopped and let there Jaw's fall. Around the 'tea' table sat a bunch of their friends and even Brian's sister drinking tea, all the while at the head of the table Matt sat with Val bouncing up and down on his lap.

"Are they?" Zack started.

"Fucking in the chair?" Brian continued.

"While the rest watch and drink tea?" Zack finished.

The two looked at each other oddly and walked more into the room, by doing so all the table guests turned and looked at them, including Matt.

"Oh I see we have more guests, would you like to take a seat. Oh wait, there is none. Well can I help you at least?" Matt asked as Val still bounced in his lap.

"Um, have you seen Jimmy?" Brian asked monotone voice taking over as he watched Val. Zack hit his arm and Brian snapped out of his drool fest.

"Jimmy? I'm sorry but I don't know a Jimmy. Maybe you could ask the young fellow in the bathroom, he sounds like he's talking to someone in there, maybe that's where your Jimmy is." Matt said with a psychotic smile.

Zacky's eyes widened and he held back his laughter, Matt looked pretty funny when he was all psycho. The two said thanks and headed towards the main floor bathroom. Zack looked at Brian who seemed to be in his own world, "Has it really been that long since you last got laid?"

"Shut up, and it wasn't her that's got me this way." Brian said defensively.

"Well, I'd like to believe you Bri but your newly pitched tent says otherwise." Zack said grinning as he pointed to Brian's crotch area that was now looking like it was going to break from the erection he had.

Brian looked down and Zack assumed if he could blush he would have, but then a smirk rose to Brian's lips, "Well at least I can still get it up even though I'm dead."

Zack rolled his eyes at his friends' dual excitement, but the mood changed back just as quickly as they got to the bathroom door. From inside they heard Jimmy's voice, it sounded like he was talking to himself.

"I want you to hit me as hard as you can. What? Just do it. Are you serious?" They heard Jimmy's voice questioning himself.

"Zack looked over at Brian, "What was he supposed to be for Halloween?"

"Tyler Durden, oh shit he's in the bathroom, there is soap in there!" Brian said panicking.

"Is it made of fat?" Zacky asked confused why Brian was so freaked out.

"Well no, but he might try to bomb the place." Brian said in a very cheesy warning tone.

"Oh shut up, just lock him in or something." 

"I'll do that for ya!" said a cheerful voice from behind them, it was one of the kids from the party who had worn a lame carpenter get up.

The guys looked at each other, then backed up and said, "Go for it."

They decided to go back up stairs and just wait it out, maybe the people who had left would call and let them know what happened. Not that anything could really explain what had happened in the house, not event he guys were sure.

As Zacky sat on the bed he thought back to him and Brian's conversation from earlier. He still couldn't believe Brian sad he was perfect. Did that mean he liked him. Then it got Zacky thinking if he liked hi as well. They were best friends, it wouldn't be surprising I guess. Zacky hadn't actually been with a guy yet at this point, but he had a good idea of what it consisted and needless to say if Brian hadn't of halted his thoughts when he came in with gauze and other supplies he might have had quite the sporting hard on.




Black Eyes of the Fallen



"Ok well we don't have anything to clear out your um stumps, but I have a damp cloth and some gauze." Brian said as he sat down beside him.

"No worries, I just wanna stop the bleeding at least a little bit. Clean off the dried blood." Zack responded to Brian's unasked question.

Brian moved himself behind Zacky and started fiddling with the gauze while Zacky tried to pull of his shirt.

"You want me to clean your back too?" Brian asked as he noticed Zack taking his shirt off. He then noticed how much trouble Zacky was having getting it over the stumps, the whines of pain and aggravation also caught his attention. He just smiled at his helpless friend, "Do you want me to help you get your shirt off?"

Zacky's body stopped squirming around and he nodded, Brian lifted the back of Zacky's shirt up and over the stumps, trying hard not to hurt him in the process.

When the shirt was finally off Zack felt Brian's fingertips touch his stumps, this time the shudder that went through him sent a warm feeling through his body. It was almost a turn on. 

For long moments Brian did this, but he stopped when Zacky let out a small mewl. He smiled and looked down at his friends back, it had blood still flowing down it slowly. 

He went to go grab the cloth when he realized his hands were touching Zack's back, messing up the trails of blood. He looked at it questioningly and then brought his hand to his lips, he knew inside that he shouldn't do this but he felt like he couldn't stop it form happening. As the blood touched his tongue he felt his body come back to life again, but it was only a split second.

Zacky who had felt Brian's hands turned around to look at his friend who was once again staring at his hand.

"Are you ok?" he asked worried.

Brian looked up and shook his head, "I think it's the vampire thing."

Zack cocked his head to the side in question.

"When you thought I was looking at Val it wasn't that, t was because I could here her blood pumping it was taking over my senses, and now well I really want it." Brian said a little desperately.

"Do you mean you need to feed or something?" Zacky asked a little nervously.

Brian nodded, "When I tasted your blood it made me feel alive, only for like a second but I felt all of my body react to it."

Once again Brian was sporting an erection through his jeans, Zacky took notice and jumped back into a standing position.

"You tasted my blood?!" 

"Yeah, I couldn't stop myself. And now I have like this overwhelming need for more, I know it sounds stupid but seriously Z, I'm like..um..I don't know how to explain it." Brian said kind of hurt that his friend was scared of him.

"Bloodlust?" Zack asked softly. Brian looked him in the eyes and nodded.

The two stayed quiet just staring at each other, Zacky's body tensed as Brian moved to the edge of the bed on his knees. Brian stopped once he was face to face with Zack, he could feel his friends short breaths, and hear his heart beat quicken. He had never imagined a heart beat being so loud.

"Are you afraid of me?" Brian asked Zacky. He wasn't taunting him in any way, he was just shocked that his friend was scared. He had never had Zack look at him the way he was looking now and it hurt Brian so much. He felt rejected. Zack didn't answer. Brian stared at him intently hoping it would make him speak, when he placed his hand on his friends arm he was greeted with a shove. Zack was scared of him.

Brian sat on his legs on the bed now, he started to shake, his emotions mixed together, the sadness he felt was being overlapped with an urge to attack him. He knew he would never hurt Zacky but his body was telling him to feed and this feeling was getting stronger with each second.

"Why are you scared Z, we are best friends. I would never hurt you." Brian said now looking at the bed cover away from Zack's gaze.

"I know, I just don't know what to do. Your evil." Zack said, tears streaming down his face.

Brian looked up and saw Zack's tears, his instincts made him jump to Zack's side to help him. Zack didn't tense this time, he wrapped his arms around Brian's waist and let his tears out.

"Why are you crying?" Brian asked as he brushed his hands through Zacky's black hair.

"Your dead, evil, a Vampire for fucks sake, and now you're going to kill me even though you don't want to." He said through sobs. 

Brian held him tighter, "I won't kill you. I couldn't live with myself if I did that. I just need to feed. Maybe...no." 

Green eyes bore into Brian's brown ones with an unknown look, "Just feed of fme or something."

"What if I can't stop?" 

"You will."

"A minute ago you were so fucking scared of me you pushed me away and now your trusting enough that I will stop feeding before you die?"

"Just fucking do it ok? If it will help you I'll do anything!" Zacky screamed as he leaned his head to expose his neck to Brian.

Brian responded with a growl at the offering, his head moved down to his friends neck, he heard his heartbeat speed up. It was almost pulling Brian in, "Are you sure?" Brian whispered.

"Do it now." Zacky whispered back just as quiet.

Brian let his fangs trail past his lips, he felt them grow out a little. He pressed the tips to Zacky's jugular stopping as he heard his friend gasp, but the tug on his shirt made him press them in. He felt the blood seep out around his fangs and his tongue latched onto Zack's pale skin, lips following. He sucked at the holes feeling his entire body come to life at the blood going down his throat. His once Sahara desert throat was now being quenched with his friends blood. He stopped just savoring the taste and feel of Zacky's skin on his lips.

He felt Zacky's arms wrap around his back and head pushing him deeper into the crook of his neck. What he heard next made him growl, the low moan coming from Zacky's throat vibrating into his mouth as he pulled a little harder on the blood. Another moan for that and a tight pull of his hair.

Brian took his mouth away from his friends neck and stared at his face. Zack's eyes were shut and his mouth partly open. It was then Zack's eyes shot open and looked at Brian.

The two stared yet again, but these gazes were full of lust. Without thinking the two latched there mouths together. Lips crushing lips and teething crashing into fangs, there tongues battled for dominance. Zacky's breathe deepened and came out short from his nose, the feeling making Brian crave more of Zacky.

He wrapped his arms around the other and let one hand scratch down his friends bare back. After a few moments Zack gave in and let Brian take control.

He fell onto the bed with Brian on top of him, the kiss broke and Brian stared down at him his eyes were black now and he had a low steady growl coming from his throat. This turned Zacky on and he bucked his hips up and felt Brian's erection straining against his jeans. 

A smile was given to him, an evil smile full of dirty thoughts that is. Brian had noticed Zack's wood and pushed his hips back down causing a tight friction. His growl echoed through the room.

"I like it when you do that." Zacky said softly, his hands touching Brian's face. It was cold but it didn't faze him in the slightest.

Brian's smile became wider when Zacky touched him, his body pushed down on Zack's as a result of that action; he pressed his cheek against his new lover allowing the hand to play in his hair.

"I want you so badly Zack." He no less than growled quietly into his ear. 

Zack's hands pulled Brian's shirt over his head and it was thrown to the other side of the room. Their chests connected again, cold to hot and gave them both goose bumps. 

Their lips met in a passionate lock to each others, almost as if they didn't want to let go of each other. Hands roaming down Brian's back and into the back of his pants, those hands then proceeded to grip his ass and then come back up to his shoulders.

Pushing Brian's body up a little, Zack began taking off the other's pants. As Brian kicked his to the floor he had Zack's halfway down and he began kissing down his fallen angel's chest, he licked around his navel and felt the body beneath him tremble.

He grinned a little and started kissing lower, wetting his lips to make the feeling Zack got even stronger. As he got to the edge of the boxers he let his index fingers pull them down to release the large erection free, Zack moaned and tensed up at the cold air.

Brian looked up to Zacky's eyes and smiled as he placed his mouth on the head, he sucked around the head letting his tongue play with the slit at the top. Eyes still focused on Zack's, whose mouth was moving up and down in a silent moan. His lip snarled when Brian took his length down his throat, he felt the talented tongue stroke his dick slightly as Brian swallowed around him. A deep moan emitted from Zack and made Brian take his mouth off of him.

"You better be doing something even better, cause that felt to good to be over." Zacky panted at him. His face had a slight tinge of red from how turned on he was, he was almost glowing Brian thought.

"Just you wait beautiful." Brian said with a grin.

"You think I'm beautiful?" Zacky asked softly looking away, getting nervous.

"No." Brian said, Zacky looked at him, "I know you're perfect."

Brian smiled down at him, his feet pushed Zack's boxers down the rest of the way and they fell to the floor. 

Brian's hands stroked Zacky's sides as he straddled his friend. Zacky looking up at him pulled his shoulders down so they could kiss again. He grinded his hips into Brian's, feeling their erections rub together softly.

Brian managed to place his lower body between Zack's legs as they kissed, he let his dick prod at the tight opening, silently questioning Zacky's plans.

They broke the kiss and Zacky said, "Be slow please. You're my first."

Brian smiled, "Of course angel."

Zacky blushed a little, during this he had managed to ignore the pain in his back and the sticky wetness of blood beneath him. And would do so until he had no choice.

Brian leaned up and licked his fingers, coating them in spit. He moved back and pressed them to Zack's hole, as he slowly pushed them in he noticed the discomfort on Zack's face as he tried to move away. So Brian placed his hand on his friends lower groin to stop him from moving.

Zack gave him a glare that told him "This fucking hurts" so Brian kissed around his stomach to make it a little better, when Zack still moved about he bit into his flesh by his cock, causing a moan to come from Zack. His body stopped trying to get away and he started humping upwards for more.

Brian sucked up some more blood, that made him feel if possible more horny than he already was. He licked at the wound he made and looked towards Zacky's face. He looked like he was in Heaven.

"So my angel likes to be bit, isn't that convenient." Brian said with an evil smirk.

Zacky bit his lip shyly at this comment, it was true he did like it when Brian bit him, the feeling he got when he pulled at his blood made a wave of pleasure course through him, he always did want to be bit by a Vampire.

Brian spat into his hand and covered his dick with the makeshift lubricant. As he positioned himself he looked down at his lover, he had marks on his neck and now right beside his cock, marks given to him by himself. A thought that he had made Zacky's his went through his head, he then remembered that claims worked when a vampire tells another vampire they are their's. Then the two are bound for life. Brian let that thought pass through but threw it to the back of his head when he realized how much of a Vampire he was really becoming like.

He kissed Zack's lips softly and quickly, he wanted to stare into his lover's eyes as he took away his virginity.

His cock pushed at Zacky's entrance, there he was met with resistance so he had to push harder to get it through the tight muscle. Zack winced at the pain of being torn apart, but kept his eyes locked with the others.

The two let out a slight gasp as their hips touched, telling them Brian was completely inside of Zacky.

As Brian looked into his eyes at that moment, he saw a flash of light for a second then it faded away and Zacky's light green eyes flooded into blackness only a hint of green was left in the center. Brian recognized this as taking away a once angel's virginity, he truly was a fallen angel now.

Brian pulled back out, Zacky's face stayed pretty much the same during the next few thrusts, it was a look of discomfort.

Finally on one thrust Brian hit Zacky's spot causing his back to arch a little and his nails to rake down Brian's back, the feeling made Brian's eyes roll back in pleasure.

Zacky was clawing so much he was making the other bleed, the two moaned at each other not being able to muster out words at all.

Brian felt Zacky tighten around him, he assumed this meant he was about to let go, so to help him along he bit on the other side of Zacky's neck. Causing Zacky to scream and cum between their stomachs.

Zacky's hand pushed Brian's head into his neck more causing the fangs to go deeper, a low growl went through the room and became louder and louder till it was a moan, Brian took his fangs out and came into Zacky as he whispered, "Mine."

The two embraced, keeping warm with Zacky's sweat. Brian's face nuzzled into Zacky's neck, kissing and nipping as his body still shook from the orgasm.

The two finally separated and got under the covers of the bed. As he pulled the sheets over themselves, Brian draped his arm over Zacky in a silent claim of the smaller boy as his and anyone that disturbs that will be in for hell.

Brian smiled as his chest was met with Zacky's back, the stumps were still there but they stopped bleeding. He let his lips kiss the ends of them softly, this made Zacky smile. He loved the protectiveness Brian was showing to him, and for the life of him doesn't know why he said what he said next.

"Yours."

Brian smiled when he heard that, pulling him and Zacky closer, Zacky turned around and put his face under Brian's chin, letting Brian's arms encircle him.

The two then fell asleep naked together and covered in blood, truly and sadistically romantic.

---

They woke up the next morning and smiled at each other, Brian reached over to him and gave him a soft kiss, his hands roamed down Zacky's back, he was met with a something feather like when he got to where the stumps were.

He sat up and looked over Zacky's back to find a set of black wings had grown from the stumps.

"You have wings. Strange. That must mean the spell is still up." Brian told Zacky. He reached for his fangs and they still wouldn't move.

"We should check everyone else." Brian said. Pulling Zacky out of as he put his boxers on, throwing Zack's at him.

He ran out of the room and down the stairs, Johnny wasn't sitting there anymore. He quickly checked the dining room and he couldn't find him.

He went to the bathroom where they left Jimmy, only to find it wide open, he went into see a passed out Jimmy in the bathtub.

Although confused Brian ran to the tea room to see everyone passed out except for Matt who was helping Val throw up into a bucket.

"Dude are you ok?" Brian asked panicked. 

Matt looked at him oddly, "Yeah, I'm fine Val's just sick. Drank too much last night."

"Oh." Brian said, his brain was starting to hurt from the confusion.

He told Val to get better and walked back up to the room he left Zack in.

"Why didn't you come with me?" he asked Zack who was standing in the mirror moving his new wings around.

"I do have wings now! That's more of an attention grabber if you ask me. Anyways what happened?" Zack looked at him and walked over to the bed.

"They all changed back, but were still the same." Brian sad.

"Is that completely a bad thing?" Zacky asked a little smirk coming to his lips.

Brian then remembered the great sex they had because of last night, he then felt his blood lust rise again. He looked at Zacky and grinned.

"No, not at all sexy." Brian remarked.

Zacky kissed him softly. The two made out until they were naked again. Brian lay on top of Zack grinding his hips into him. Zack let his lips leave Brian's. Brian looked at him and cocked his head. Zacky grinned devilishly and grabbed Brian's ass.

"Make it hurt."