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Chapter 58: _ I Want to Play
Warning; [Might Contain Some Unsettling Details].
He took the boy to the woods.
"Heya, little pal. Sorry, I’m going to be a scum weasel, but hell. You oughta see this coming, didn’t you?" He grabbed the boy’s chin who had been asking him nonstop about why they were heading to the woods.
Trembling, "W– who are you?" Stammered, the boy.
"Umm - I’m going to let you guess." Fergus smacked his tongue, enjoying the little pep talk he was having with his meal.
The boy shakily skimmed him from up to toe as if he was truly going to find that different thing Fergus mentioned.
Bloody dummy little tweak, Fergus winced.
He saw the boy’s Adam Apple move upward and downward again. "Y— you are a fairy." He said.
"Very damn well, I am!" Fergus threw his hands up and laughed. "I am a goddamn fairy." He flapped those boring wings.
Even as his eyes were telling him something else, the boy seemed to be in doubt. He knew he was in front of a fairy but he knew it wasn’t a fairy speaking to him.
Perhaps, he wasn’t as dumb as Fergus thought. Sad he’d have to die for a greater cause.
"What’s your name, boy?" Fergus asked, rubbing the boy’s hair. "Liam, right?"
Fergus saw his brows furrow. "H— how did you..." He trailed off.
"Hm. How about I’ve been watching you, Liam? You have no idea how hard, boring, and frustrating it is to monitor you. You are one boring, boy, damn it!" Fergus stood up and shook his head.
He suddenly heard the sound of something dripping onto the ground, and when he looked, he saw it. Liam was pissing his pants.
He couldn’t help a roar of laughter. "Now, now. Come on, come on. Don’t be so scared. I’ve not done anything bad to you, have I? I have only been nice enough to play with you, and yet, you do this...?"
"Y— you’re not here to take me to my brother, are you?" Liam stammered out.
Fergus licked his lips, his hands going on his hips. The laughter died in his throat, replaced by a cold, calculating stare. The boy’s whimper was like nails on a chalkboard, but Fergus ignored it, focusing on the fear clouding Liam’s eyes. It wasn’t the absolute raw terror Fergus craved, but it would suffice.
"Your brother," Fergus spat. "He’s long gone." He made a demonstration of a bite with his teeth and hands, startling the boy. "Killed. Neck snapped, and everything."
Liam’s breath thumbed, his body convulsing with a fresh wave of sobs. Fergus reveled in the misery, the fear finally blossoming into something tangible. Into the type he wanted. He reached out to the boy’s face, his fingers brushing against his cheek. That sure did sending another tremor through the boy’s frame.
Fergus liked it.
"But you, Liam," Fergus cooed, his voice a sickly sweet contrast to the menace in his eyes, "you get a special treat. You get to be part of something bigger. Something important."
Liam was more than visibly shaking now. Fergus could hear him pinching himself. "I... I don’t understand why you’re doing this. You are a fairy. Fairies don’t..."
"SHUT UP!" Fergus pushed him down. "You don’t tell me what to do, boy. And guess what? Maybe nobody will miss you after you are gone. You should just go join your brother. The wolves will have one less coward to look out for." He shrugged.
Tears streamed down Liam’s face. "What are you going to do to me?"
"Good question. First, I’ll feed on you, and then, you contribute to my cause." He tilted his head. "I steal your flesh."
Liam’s eyes darted around after that declaration, searching for escape. Fergus chuckled hysterically.
"Nowhere to run, little one," he taunted, his grip tightening on Liam’s chin, forcing the boy to meet his gaze. "This is where it ends."
A glint of something other than fear flickered in Liam’s eyes for a brief moment. Determination?
Defiance?
Fergus couldn’t be sure, but it was enough to spark a flicker of annoyance. He leaned closer, his breath hot against Liam’s ear.
"Don’t even think about it," he hissed. "One wrong move, and it’ll be all over before you can blink."
But Liam wasn’t listening. In a sudden burst of adrenaline, he twisted his head, slamming his forehead into Fergus’s nose. The impact was enough to momentarily stun the larger figure, creating a window of opportunity.
Without hesitation, Liam bolted.
Fergus groaned as he watched the smaller figure sprint ahead. "Argh. I wanted to play a bit more, but I guess little pup doesn’t like me much. That betrayer!"
And with that, he sped in what didn’t amount to a minute before he grabbed the boy and sped back to the original spot. Being a vampire was super cool. The speed was phenomenal.
Liam heaved relentlessly, sobbing and pleading now.
"Please, let me go. I haven’t done anything wrong."
Now this – this was what Fergus loved. It only fueled his urge to inflict greater pain.
He twisted, his bones crunching as he shifted back to his vampire form. A gruff growl escaped his throat as bones realigned, muscles stretched, and flesh contorted.
The fairy facade he wore ripped and tore, shredded by the monstrous transformation taking place beneath. Claws erupted from his fingertips, tearing through his clothes as his hands morphed into powerful, elongated appendages. His face contorted with fangs that extending from his gums in a grotesque display of predatory hunger.
A sickening crack echoed through the clearing as his spine elongated, his body growing taller, broader, more imposing. The ragged breaths of Liam became increasingly louder now.
However, transforming was always somewhat agonizing – even for him. He inhaled deeply as the pain surged through him. Yet, the feeling of being whole again overshadowed that.
Oh, how excellent it felt to be himself again.
He turned to Liam with a big smile, claws and fangs elongated. "I thought I might do you a favor of seeing your killer’s real face. Does it make sense now?"
He gave the boy no time to reply before he attacked. And soon, it was all blood sipping and flesh tearing echoing in the lonesome woods at such a dead hour.
