Thneeds And Blood

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He thought his own feelings over. Mostly pain and regret were all in his mind now with the blood thirsty monster awaiting it’s next kill. He had always ripped the bullets out of him or anything that managed to cut into his skin.

"We all do humans or otherwise. We all want to have things differently."

"I…guess" R muttered, looking down at the ground as he proceeded to walk; his dirty shoes making crushing sounds while mud and leafs got attached to the soils. “Wi-Wish…th-things…would be be-bett-better" He confessed. Probably, it was one of the first times he had dared to say something like that. He had it on his mind constantly, but it wasn’t something he said out loud often. “Ca-Can’t…do much…ab-about it…can we?"

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"I think we all do. Yet here we are. Disliked by people but again people dislike each other as well I wish we could do something about it but we're seen as monsters and only thing they'd do was try to kill us. They don't give us a chance" Why give him a chance anyway? He drank human blood after all so it'd be obvious they'd reject him.

Yet one of the many reasons why he stayed mostly alone in that office of his. But that hunger always got to much to bare.

Taking a nod at the Once-ler, the killer looked back out to gazing between the gaps of rotting wood boarding his windows. He seemed to be staring into space- something he did when he was becoming increasingly more tired. He just hoped it wouldn’t ruin his hunting for the day.

"Well, I suppose I will return in that case- do you have a preference?" He asked as he picked up a hammer, heading towards the door.

"Um well no I usually take what I can find. Just as long as it is bigger than a mouse I will be happy. You should try to get more sleep when you return. You sure look ready to drop again." And he wouldn’t be looking to forward to finding him somewhere.

"It is fine," Jeffery quickly dismissed the idea of sleeping- he didn’t want to lower his guard for any longer than absolutely necessary, looking to the outside with a cold glance. He opened the door, hammer stable in his hand as he walked forward- ready to take out his rage on some poor animal.

"If the police turn up, kill them," Were his last orders before he disappeared into the forest. He couldn’t afford anyone being found in his home.

He stretches again and the sound of his bones popping could be heard. He looks at the hammer with a odd expression. Was he really intending to kill with a hammer? Then the order came and he grins. With a nod he watched Jeffery leave the vampire alone.

Once-ler sat on the bed, thinking and suddenly he jumps up onto the ceiling, hidden quite well so if any had come in they couldn’t see them.. Well unless he tears their throat out with his teeth. “Hmm maybe him and myself were meant to meet somehow.." If he were human he had a feeling Jeffery would’ve killed him.

Well there will most likely be times when they fight and the vampire believed he’d win.

Hours had passed, and before long, the killer finally had gotten a kill for the two to share. He always aimed for big animals, so he wouldn’t have to hunt every time he was hungry- and this didn’t make much of a difference.

He left the boar at the doorway- just away from his carpet. Couldn’t have the blood spilling over and dirtying his home. He looked left and right for the vampire, never thinking to look up on the ceiling.

"Once-ler?" he called out, "Come get breakfast."

He felt like a mother.

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He had once again dozed off on the ceiling. To this day he still questions some on how he could sleep upside down on the ceiling. He needed claws to get up there but his feet seemed to somehow glue themselves on the ceiling beams.

He opens his eyes when he heard the killer call for him and he lets himself go and land on his feet silently, almost like a cat and looks right at Jeff that he was now just a few feet from. "Seems you got a big catch" He looks right at the boar with a smirk showing upon his face.

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"I wouldn’t be accepted there. Bullets hurt a lot" He was sure enough bullets could kill him but he sure didn’t want to find that out. Then again when he gets shot he gets angry and usually the one that shoots pays for it. Hunger was something the two share.. Well hunger was what all things share.

"Are you okay? You look sad." The vampire was given enough chances when he was human. Maybe humans are worse than these zombies. Who knows for sure.

R nodded languidly, understand the vampire’s words as he actually wondered how a bullet wound felt like. I have a lot in my chest, my arms…but I can’t feel them at all. They’re just holes that rip my clothes and my pallid, unused skin. I can imagine them hurting a lot, though. He grunted, pulling one of his hands on his opposite arm while he pursed his purple lips tightly. He didn’t want the other to be hurt, not physically or emotionally.

At the question, he looked up. Do I really look like that? Do I really have the ability to reflect it or do I look sad all the time? He didn’t know, but he had hit straight on a valid point as he nodded. “I’m…okay. Just…wished th-things…were diff-different some-sometimes" He confessed. I just want to connect. But the reason I can’t connect is because I’m dead.

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He thought his own feelings over. Mostly pain and regret were all in his mind now with the blood thirsty monster awaiting it's next kill. He had always ripped the bullets out of him or anything that managed to cut into his skin.

"We all do humans or otherwise. We all want to have things differently."

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He was alone. He had been for to long, losing hope each day on them finding him. He was once again the little Oncie hiding from a storm and his brothers finding him and comforting him.

But this time he couldn’t hide or wait for them. They will either come back or he will somehow find evidence that they are gone. Even seeing them as zombies would make the Once-ler happy. Sure they’d probably try to harm him but with speed like his they could never get him.

What R said made him wonder though. “Safe..? Other side of the city?" He had seen the barricade. But couldn’t get to it. They’d most likely know he wasn’t human. His eyes weren’t as human as they looked. Also the claws and fangs wouldn’t have helped either. “I hope so. It’d be nice if they are safe there.. If it’s safe there." Humans were most of the time selfish, stupid, and greedy.

He knew that all to well..

R nodded languidly at the repeating of his words; pulling his index finger up in order to point towards the way of the barricade. It was a long, wide, thick concrete wall which separated the living beings from the zombies. Many of the undead attempted to get there almost directly, but they always ended up with a bullet straight into their heads thanks to the high security which surrounded the place. Since then, the undead creatures were, most of the times, careful when it came to getting too close to the entrance. They stop you and check your eyes, that if they see you as a non-violent human. However, if they see even the shortest of features a bit out of place…they shoot you. I have to admit that their ways have worked; no zombie has been able to enter there, as long as I can remember.

“Sa-Safe. No…zom-zombies th-there. Wh-When…try-trying to get…th-there…dead. Comp-Complete-Completely dead” R looked down. Sometimes a hint of sadness blurred the gray in his eyes; it was devastating to know that the living beings couldn’t give them a proper chance. I mean, sure. I know there are zombies that can’t find reasons anymore; undead that don’t care about the living anymore. But there are a few of us…very few, who still have hope in changing. Sometimes I think that it could happen if they gave us a chance. But that’s quite impossible.

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"I wouldn't be accepted there. Bullets hurt a lot" He was sure enough bullets could kill him but he sure didn't want to find that out. Then again when he gets shot he gets angry and usually the one that shoots pays for it. Hunger was something the two share.. Well hunger was what all things share.

"Are you okay? You look sad." The vampire was given enough chances when he was human. Maybe humans are worse than these zombies. Who knows for sure.

Taking a nod at the Once-ler, the killer looked back out to gazing between the gaps of rotting wood boarding his windows. He seemed to be staring into space- something he did when he was becoming increasingly more tired. He just hoped it wouldn’t ruin his hunting for the day.

"Well, I suppose I will return in that case- do you have a preference?" He asked as he picked up a hammer, heading towards the door.

"Um well no I usually take what I can find. Just as long as it is bigger than a mouse I will be happy. You should try to get more sleep when you return. You sure look ready to drop again." And he wouldn’t be looking to forward to finding him somewhere.

"It is fine," Jeffery quickly dismissed the idea of sleeping- he didn’t want to lower his guard for any longer than absolutely necessary, looking to the outside with a cold glance. He opened the door, hammer stable in his hand as he walked forward- ready to take out his rage on some poor animal.

"If the police turn up, kill them," Were his last orders before he disappeared into the forest. He couldn’t afford anyone being found in his home.