You're Mine Forever {MoxieDov X RaraHaruko}

[MoxieDov]

Nickname/s:


KIL / Candy Addict


Name:


Klaus Ivan Lorenz {"Klaus" rhymes with "House"}


Age:


17


Appearance:

Likes:


Klaus adores the sound of birds singing.


He loves his little sisters.


He seems to enjoy cooking and baking.


Klaus doesn't mind messes, as he seems to enjoy creating them.


He plays the acoustic guitar as a way of relaxation.


He somehow likes the taste of medication, and has purposely overdosed before.


Dislikes:


Klaus doesn't enjoy the smell of mint nor the flavour.


He despises his father for no apparent reason.


He hates the sound of thunder.


He doesn't like the colour; blue.


Weapons of Choice:


Klaus's favourite way of ending one's life is by using his strangely sharp teeth. Nearly all of his murders contain the act of cannibalism. Otherwise, he prefers to use a crowbar.


Signature Quote:


"I always get what I want. And I want you."


Other:


Klaus has been teased about his eye colours.


His favourite part of a human is the brain.


He bares a tattoo of black vine-like patterns on the right side of his hip, which travels to his mid-thigh.


Klaus always carries a silver fork around with him.


He always leaves a small candy in his victims' mouths before he leaves.

​

 

[-.-.Lucifer.-.-]

Nicknames:


Nate, Gabe, Bloo, Bloo Blood


Real Name:


Nathan Gabriel O'Neil


Age:


17


Appearance:

Likes:


Nathan thoroughly enjoys the sport of Fencing,


loud rock music, playing the piano,


drinking, smoking, pissing off papa, flirting with the opposite sex.


He's often found wandering the streets at night watching the sky spread before him.


His interest in other-worlds often pull him into a state of day-dreaming awe at how miraculously large the universe is.


He has a strange love for pain inflicted on himself and others.


Dislikes:


His mother's attitude towards the air of the relationships he's built,


When someone denies him a drink,


When someone puts out his cigarette,


Not having enough drugs to go around,


When someone 'implies' he can't do something on his own.


When someone offers him help, even if he is struggling with a task.


Most importantly missing a Fencing tournament.


Weapons of Choice:


Fencing Foil sharpened at the tip.


Signature Quote:


?Don't Hold me up now


I can stand my own ground


I don't need your help now


You will let me down, down, down!


We are the angry and the desperate


The hungry and the cold


Weary the ones who kept quiet


Always did what we were told


But we've been sweating while you slept so calm


In safety of your home


We've been pulling out the nails that hold up


Everything you've known.?


Other:


He's bisexual, but has no intentions of being unfaithful.


He likes to test the patience of his significant other.


~~~

​

The chatter outside of Nathan's door seemed to go on for hours. Blue eyes stared intensely at his never-changing alarm clock, counting the seconds that passed endlessly. It was over an hour before the miscreant was suppose to rise for his morning routine, but the constant jabbering between his father and mother droned on in his deep mind. Their harsh whispers ripped through the large oak door, sliding hissing voices under the crack. He could hear their heated conversation switch from a hushed tone, to an increased volume of unsettling proportions. They were going on about Klaus, and his impending influence on their 'perfect little boy'. Anger rose in his pale chest, making the boy swiftly clear his legs from the black comforter. He sat up abruptly, black hair sticking up in multiple directions, indicating a hard-night's sleep.


The topic outside his bedroom seemed to shift violently, bringing about the unfortunate fate of the couple's previous high-school that had mysteriously burnt to the ground. A full investigation had taken place, but the families moved anyways due to the increase in pointed fingers. Many of the students believed the mishap was the cause of Nathan and Klaus, an unpredictable bond that confused the masses.


Considering the "Candy Addict"'s hate for the color blue, the two men were the last anyone had expected to become a couple.


Nathan shifted his gaze to his opened window, a telescope propped along three legs, pointing directly at the heavens. In order for him to bypass the oncoming lecture brought about by his mindless parents, he figured he'd have to sneak out of his window in order to give the other a ride to their new 'hell-hole', or a private school they'd convinced their parents to enroll them in.


The dark-haired male shifted a half-naked body out of his comfortable bed, the A/C making chills roll down his spine. His feet fell softly along the blue carpet, dragging himself sleepily over to the walk in closet to his right.


The uniform they were forced to wear was black, with a red striped tie, and dark grey sneakers. The boy scoffed at the hideous shoes, slipping a pair of combat-boots over black-socked feet. He glanced at himself in the mirror, running a pale hand over his disheveled hair to make it fall back into proper order. His eyes fell on the black handle of his Fencing foil, placing his thumb and first finger just under the bell-guard, the bottom of the grip nestled neatly against the inside of his scarred wrist. He let his vision fall over the small pink scars etched on the inside of his arm, pulling his sleeve down over them to keep his mind off the burning habit he'd formed over many years.


He glanced back at the alarm-clock.


6:08


Klaus would still be asleep, but that didn't stop the O'neil.


He shouldered his black book-bag, a ring full of clustered keys held tightly in his palm. He opened his french-door window wider, draping one leg along the angled roof before silently stepping outside of his bedroom. He shimmied down towards the gutter, flinging his backpack into the rose bushes below his feet. He leaped from the shingles, knowing his skin would be etched with the sharp thorns of the red flowers, yet not minding the burn that fell from the red scratches along his palms and face. Nate plucked red petals from his hair, and dusted his black school-trousers before standing to his feet. Scarlet liquid dripped from a gash along his cheek, he flicked his tongue over his lip, catching a drop of the copper-tasting substance along the tip of his taste buds as he moved forward. He clicked the 'unlock' button on his silver Lamborghini. The spoiled boy always got what he wanted, through passive and aggressive methods.


Nate slid into the drivers side, chucking his book-bag into the cramped backseat before starting the engine. The sudden roar of the large vehicle made his eyes light up with excitement. He watched the front door, his surprised doe-eyed mother and red-faced father clambering out onto the porch, yelling something inaudible to the teen. Their mouths moved with angry letters, but the rhythm of Breaking Benjamin thundered through his large subs making all sounds from the outside cease to exist.


He peeled out of the driveway, leaving black skid-marks along the white concrete while he slid a white stick from a small box. He sped through the neighborhood, a lit cigarette between pale lips. Taking a sharp left before continuing down "Sunhill Road", large mansion-like buildings crowded the perfect landscape. Cookie-cutter ma and pa's waved their snobby kids off to school, identical in stature and business-level.


It made him sick.


He stared at the people as he drove by, their flesh glistening in the dawn's sun, waiting for him to slice their bellies open. He saw them all as mere animals, waiting to be butchered by his powerful hands. He wielded their souls on a platter, waiting to feed their meaningless lives to the only man who understood his gut-wrenching needs. The blue-eyed man pulled up to the Lorenz estate. His gaze falling on the billowing shades of the other's bedroom, blood still oozing from multiple wounds along his face and hands. He opened all of his windows and turned the volume up to the highest setting, knowing the rattling of the panes and the bump of his heavy base would shake the red-head awake. Blow Me Away blasting through the block. He took a long drag, ashing the tip in the tray at his left. A jumble of different-colored butts lay in the silver platter, indicating his heavy smoking.

 

[MoxieDov]

The silvery glow of the moon poured into the large foyer as the front doors creaked open. A silhouette stood in the middle of the pale light, the figure moving silently as it entered into the building, swiftly shutting the double doors. His hands grasps tightly onto a large tub, a plastic lid sealing the container. He began to stroll through the open hallway, several dark gaps in the walls leading into different rooms. The soles of his boots impacted with the ceramic flooring of the cooking area, only causing the hooded figure to slow his movements dramatically to avoid making too much noise at a time like this. The male's hand reached out, slowly pressing down a switch which caused the electric chandeliers to flicker to life. The sudden brightness caused the scarlet haired male to remain still for a moment, blinking several times to allow his eyes to adjust.


Klaus placed the container down onto the dull beige, polished stone counter-top, the contents sliding around for a moment before it was stabilized. He shifted his hand and pushed down his cotton hood, revealing the dark splatters that were so carelessly littered upon his pale face. The man took another look at the items in the container, before walking towards the cupboards. He began to retrieve the utensils and basic ingredients to create vanilla cookies. It would be odd to start baking at midnight, when mostly everyone one had retreated to their beds to retrieve a good night's sleep. For Klaus, it was simply a fun activity for him to preform after a stressful day. It didn't matter what time or situation it was.


The male had reached the point of beginning to spread out the light golden batter onto parchment paper, which was laid over a baking tray. Before he would complete the final step necessary for baking, Klaus reached over and grabbed the plastic container he had placed down earlier. Flour coated hands pried off the durable lid, a pungent smell reaching his nostrils the moment the cover was removed. The revolting odour only made the red head smile with delight, slim fingers reaching in and grabbing onto the large, squishy organ. He traced the lines of the object with his fingertips, blood rubbing onto his own flesh as the brain was still fresh. Once he was finished admiring his prize, Klaus placed the organ onto chopping board. His right hand grabbed a cleaver from the spot he had placed it into at the start, raising the limb up seconds later. He swung the item back down, smoothly slicing through the brain, as well as dividing it into the left and right hemispheres. He proceeded to continue chopping up the item into a small chunks, as it continued to ooze with scarlet fluid.


Minutes later, he was sprinkling the chunks into his cookie mixture, that had been placed aside for the time being. Finally, Klaus would place the batter onto the tray, idly licking his lips as he stared at the large cookies. The blood of his victim had managed to stain his previously edible batter a light red, though that only made it more appetizing for Klaus. He pushed the object into the pre-heated oven, shutting the door after. He then proceeded to clean up the mess he had made, with the blood and flour. Now, Klaus couldn't have his parents or sisters figuring out what he does in his free time.


Once the kitchen had been thoroughly cleaned, the young male decided it was time for his treats to be taken out of the cooker. Oven gloves protecting his hands, he opened the oven door, only to be met with a gust of hot air. A large grin had spread across his face, as he transported the scalding tray from the steel rack and onto the counter. The cookies smelt somewhat sweet yet musky. Klaus took in the addicting scent, shutting the oven by pushing it back with his figure. Deciding that he could do something productive while his creations cooled, he placed away the gloves, before making his way towards the bathroom that was located on the ground floor.


He would return two dozen minutes or so later, a black, fluffy cotton towel hooked around his bare shoulders. He had changed into loose slacks for bed, though wouldn't rest till he had finished his task. Sharp teeth glistened in the light as he displayed his happiness on the way his treats had turned out. Klaus refrained himself from devouring all of them at that moment, instead stored them in the, now clean, container that he had transported his special ingredient in. He grabbed the see-through box with his left hand, using his right to switch off the sources of light in the room. He would swiftly walk out the room, up the stairs, down the corridor, and into another large room which he called his bedroom. A breathy sigh would escape his lips as he closed the door with his foot, the exhaustion of simply walking taking it's toll on his tired body. Klaus pushed the container into the front section of his grey backpack, which he had packed this morning to dodge the bother of doing it in the next day. He swung the towel onto his leather sofa, before sauntering towards his king-sized bed. The male collapsed onto the soft material, face impacting with the pillows that were placed at the top. The crimson haired man shifted around for a moment, managing to pull the covers over his body while constantly falling in and out of slumber. Klaus didn't bother to get up and shut the windows to his right, as he enjoyed the gentle breeze that travelled throughout the room.


~~~


Klaus would awake the next morning at the sound of a booming song outside his window. The male forced himself to sit up, several yawns emitting from his mouth. A scrunched up hand had reached up and began to rub his closed eyes, in an attempt to erase the sleepiness from them. It took him a minute or so the recognize the tune that was blasting in his driveway, as he found it difficult to think over his drowsy state. He stumbled up onto his feet, parting his eyelids and revealing indifferent coloured eyes as he walked towards the open window. Klaus folded his arms upon the window sill, leaning out of the gap to be able to see outside. He was pretty sure that his hair was a mess, scarlet strands sticking out of place. Though that didn't restrain a large smile from tugging up the corner of Klaus's colourless lips. He didn't bother to attempt and shout over the other's music, but instead held up all of his fingers. Indicating that he would be down in approximately ten minutes.


Before he could do anything else, a window on the floor below the one he currently was on, swung open. A man in his late forties had preformed the sudden action, anger clear in his features as he glared at the vehicle that was in his light beige, stone driveway. "O'Neil! What do you think you are doing at this time of day?! I will call your parents to inform them of the actions you have preformed! Disrupting the peace with that dreadful music!" The man screamed out, barely being heard over the bass, only wearing a simple blue button-up shirt and black trousers. One of his hands held a cup of steaming coffee, the other kept the glass paned window open. He had pale blonde hair, combed and gelled in a neat fashion, unlike his son who would simply pat it down. The said younger male leaned out more, staring down with an irritated glare for a moment before retracting back into his room.


Klaus spun around and walked away from the large window, and towards his walk-in closet, which was suited to the left of his bed. He slid open the door, only to stare disapprovingly at the uniform he had to wear. Nevertheless, he pulled on the items of clothing, leaving out the shoes. Instead, he would pull on his second favourite trainers, not wanting his top pair to be damaged in any way. The male strolled into his en suite, splashing some clear liquid onto his face as he proceeded to swiftly wash any grime off. He checked that his earrings were securely in, before exiting the bathroom. Klaus moved and grabbed his bag, swinging it over a single shoulder after loosening his tie. He grabbed a leather jacket from the silver rack that hung by the side of the door, slipping his arms into it swiftly before heading out.


The red head made his way quickly down the corridors and stairs, ignoring the shouts and threats that his father was continuing to exclaim at the male outside. He shot the man a glare as he past the dining room, noticing that his mother was sitting at the table as well, feeding his two younger sisters. Klaus eventually arrived at the front doors, pushing one open to allow himself to exit the building. The moment he shifted his leg to walk forward, two small limbs hooked around his thigh. He turned his head down to glance at the owner of the arms, only to be met with large, innocent golden eyes. "B-Bwother? You leaving now?" A small, barely audible voice cried out, their crimson locks falling back as the little girl tilted her head up. Klaus smiled at the sight of his sibling, unable to resist from crouching down so the girl would match his height. "Yes, Kayla. But brother will be back soon, alright?" He reassured the little girl, who simply nodded rapidly, tears shimmering in her eyes. The male patted his sister's head once more before rising to his original height.


Klaus strolled out and away from the doorway, readjusting his bag strap as he jogged towards the aqua eyed male. "Klaus! What do you think you are doing?! You haven't had breakfast yet!" The same enraged masculine voice shrieked once more, this time directed to his own child. The crimson haired male leaned down, so he would face Nathan's features. He took notice of the gashes along the other's body, eyes setting upon the one on his cheek. Klaus raised his hand, flipping his father the bird as he leaned forward and cleaned up the visible blood with the tip of his tongue. His father seemed to exclaim even more threats at the sign, which Klaus simply responded by strolling around the silver car and swinging open the front door. He hummed quietly as he entered the vehicle, placing his bag in-between his legs once he had sat down.

 

[-.-.Lucifer.-.-]

Thumbs lightly drummed against the slick steering wheel, the butt of a cigarette held tightly between pale lips. Nate took a long drag, bitter smoke filling his mouth. Two fingers grasped the shaft of the cancerous stick, pulling it from his pink flesh as he sucked the tainted air into his lungs. A redheaded male poked his head from the large window, a soft grin upon his face making the blue eyed figure's heart leap. The sight of Klaus would often create a strange tug on the inside of Nate's chest, an unexpected feeling that he never understood. It was the same rush he felt when dueling a weaker apponant, or when he slid the tip of his foil between the ribs of an unfortunate soul. Antisipation crawled up his spine, noting that his better half would be down in a few moments. As soon as the tabacco burnt down to the puffy filter, the boy discarded the remains in his ash tray and produced another from his almost-empty carton.


Lifting the second cigarette to his mouth he glanced up at a red-faced man holding a mug of steaming coffee, his mouth moving fast but no sound filtered through the constant flow of rock. His phone shifted to a new song, Chevelle playing in his speakers as the front door opened a crack. He watched Klaus bend down to say goodbye to one of his siblings, a small pang of jealousy forming under his tongue. He narrowed his eyes slightly, but cast the needless feeling aside as the male sauntered over. He took in the other's features, his blue lighter grasped in one palm, waiting to light up.


A soft tongue flickered across one of the wounds along his cheek, making the rhythm of his heart pick up. The feeling of his breath along O'neil's skin made a grin split his cheeks in half. "Good morning." He said, inaudible over the booming music, but he knew the words mouthed would have been processed. As soon as Klaus scooted into the pass anger side Nate shifted into reverse and whipped out of the driveway, his hand out the window waving a 'goodbye' to the Lorenz estate.


He then grabbed the dial on his radio, switching the volume down.



droned on in the background. Nate lifted his thumb to the side of the dual-colored eyed man, nail falling along a sploch of dried blood hidden behind his earlobe. He rubbed the crusted substance off. "Missed a spot." He breathed before running his fingers through soft scarlet locks. "You were busy last night." He murmured, bringing his hand back to his task. He took a sharp left, leaving the Sunhill estates and revving past a line of kids waiting patiently at the bus stop. He glanced sideways at them, dark lashes falling over his crystal-like hues. "You should be more careful, start washing behind your ears." he didn't mind the boy's strange addiction, actually it amused him. The image of his better half slurping the brains of a victim made a shock of pleasure rattle his bones, he often fantasized about kissing him after a midnight feed. Alas the blue-eyed man was barely around to see his secret addiction, often sleeping or too busy drinking himself to a blubbering idiot.
After a few moments he lit the end of his I'm uncultured, a cherry quickly spreading deadly fumes into his car. He blew a puff out the window, holding the filtered end in the corner of his lips.

 

[MoxieDov]

The small female remained at the door as she watched her older brother slip into the fancy-looking car. She knew that her parents owned nice, expensive vehicles as well and that her oldest sibling was going to start driving lessons in a couple of months. Though, Kayla hadn't seen that brand of car before. To be honest, she didn't like it. As the silver vehicle began to speed off, she caught the sound of her father shouting at the two teens as they left. Arms wrapped around her form, lifting her off the ground in a swift movement. A soft giggle emitted from her soft lips, wrapping short arms around her mother's neck as the older female held her daughter close. "So, Klaus is off to school, eh?" The hazel haired woman questioned, watching as the car travelled farther and farther away before shutting the door. When the lady failed to receive a reply, she looked down at the young girl, who was staring at the doors. "What's wrong, Kayla? Do you miss your brother already?" The mother of three asked, pushing the infant's body up gently. "I don't like him." The scarlet haired girl muttered, small hands grasping softly onto her mum's blouse. "Kayla! You can't talk about your big brother like that!" The female scolded, frowning a little at the girl's words. "No, not bwother." The young girl corrected, unable to pronounce her siblings title, let alone his name. If Kayla would have tried, Klaus would have sounded somewhat like; "Kla" or "Klos". "Oh, Nathan? Daddy doesn't like him either." The elder female added, moving her hand to pat her youngest child's head softly. "Do Mummy like him?" Naturally, all young children were curious and all parents knew that. "Nathan is alright, but the most important thing is that your brother loves him." The crimson eyed lady answered, beginning to stroll back into the kitchen. Kayla frowned, but managed to bury her face in her beloved mother's arm before the elder noticed.


~~~


Klaus's tongue ran around the inside of his mouth several times, savouring the taste of the dark haired male's blood. He continued with the repetitive action till the flavour had lapsed due to it mixing several times with his own saliva. He hadn't bothered to put on his seatbelt or either didn't seem to care as he sat back in the seat. The male had managed to catch some people who were walking on the side-walk's attentions, as they seemed to stare at his strangely coloured eyes through the windscreen. His own attention shot to the male by his side at the contact, smile automatically tugging up the edges of his lips. Klaus obliviously blinked at Nathan as he rubbed at a spot behind his pierced ear, simply watching the movements of the male's lips as he spoke. He leaned into the azure eyed man's touch, hands reaching up and fingers lightly clasping around the other's forearm. He almost seemed like a cat, and if he had purred, he would fit the role perfectly. "Oh, yes~ It was girl who annoyed you in the courtyard then." Klaus responded, almost whining at the lost of the black haired male's touch. Despite his faint sadness, he did release the other's arm as it moved.


He shifted in his seat for a moment, so the wind would hit the side of his face, and would still allow him to be close to the other. He nodded a little at the other's advice, a light grin still upon his pale lips. "I will." Klaus agreed, watching as smoke seemed to travel around in the around. Bright eyes stared at the item sticking out of Nathan's mouth, having never tried one before.


After half a dozen seconds of silence, Klaus reached down and shifted his bag around for a moment, so the front would face him. He unzipped the front compartment, pushing aside a bottle of blackcurrant and apple flavoured water, his mother had insisted he brought it with him, to reach a certain box. "Nathan~" The scarlet haired male sung out, placing the plastic item onto his lap. "I made cookies when I returned last night. Do you want to try one?" Klaus asked, in the sweetest tone he could manage, slipping his fingers under the edges of the box, flipping up the lid. It wasn't an everyday thing that he incorporated his victims into his baking, though when he did, he always seemed to be prouder of them.


He took hold of one, bringing up the golden brown item up to his face for a moment. Dull pink chunks stuck out the top and sides, a unusual pattern upon the blocks. Klaus took a bite into cookie, the organ he had added now had a chewy and distinct texture, which was not hidden by the sweet vanilla taste.

 

[-.-.Lucifer.-.-]

Controlling the silver beast, Nathan brought them through a yellow light. He turned on his blinker, shifting his gear down and took another sharp right. "Oh, yeah?" He asked, mind reeling back a few days. His memories fell along a sweet strawberry blond, her vibrant green eyes absorbing his figure as she chattered on aimlessly about a band they both had seemed to like. "I thought she was rather cute, what a shame." He tested, taking another drag and ashing into the silver tin. He glanced sideways at the redhead, then shot his vision back to the road. The sound of his name being called in such a sing-song way made a small grin play on the corners of his lips.


Shuffling made his curiosity peak slightly, the plastic container sliding on his black-clothed thighs. He placed the butt of his cig in the corner of his mouth again, smoke flying into his lashes causing him to close his eyelid slightly. His fingers traveled into the box, grasping one of the crumblling disks from tupaware. He lifted the treat to his mouth, placing his knees under the steering wheel.


While maneuvering them through another line of houses with his legs he quickly transported his burning tabacco to the ashtray, propping it on the side so he could take a bite.


One hand on the wheel now, he slid a corner of the cookie between his teeth, chewing intently before a foreign substance fell along his tongue. He slowed his chewing for a moment, somewhat shocked at the surprisingly interesting taste of a human brain. Without saying a word he crammed the whole thing in his mouth, replacing the lid.


He let the flavor roll along his taste buds, the sweet crunch of the vanilla cookie meshing with a delightful metallic tinge. The flesh creeping along the roof of his mouth making him shiver.


After swallowing he slid the box back onto Klaus' lap, a small hint of something unpleasant in his eyes as he continued through traffic. "Why would you bring those with you?" He asked finally, switching songs on his phone with one free hand.



fell along his ears, giving his mood a small kick start. He wasn't angry at the boy for making the treats, or feeding them to Nate without warning. He was afraid someone could get their hands on them, and take Lorenz away. "Don't be an idiot, Klaus. You're going to be taken away from me, and I don't want to be thrown in prison for slaughtering a whole police station." His eyebrows perked up, blue hues still pinned on the street in front of him. He lifted his hand, bringing his fingers under the other's chin. Large chunky rings reflected the sun onto O'neil's face, brightening his eyes intensely. They came to a stoplight, pressing the break hard with his right foot. He jerked forward slightly, keeping his thumb and first finger grasping Klaus' jaw. "You don't want to separate us, do you?" He asked, turning his face towards him, and pinning his gaze with the other male's. His eyelids drooped slightly, and he leaned in to kiss him. The light switched back up to green, making Nate turn his head, drop his hand and lift the unfinished butt back to his lips before their mouths could meet. He took a long puff.
All the metallic creatures groaned as they pulled forward, mindless animals hidden behind their thick shields. One out of the seven would go on the interstate, three of them would eventually arrive at their destination unscathed, while the rest would fall prey to the unpredictable elements. Nate would not be one of them. The face of the girl he'd just consumed popped into his head, only accompanied by a very seductive blood-coated Klaus Lorenz grasping her by her soft locks. His mouth watered slightly at the fantasies that played before him. His ears burnt red as he continued his mind down that interesting path, occasionally casting his eyes towards the Candy Addict.

 

[MoxieDov]

Gaze continued to remain focused on the ocean eyed male, even when the other was silent for a couple of moments. He could hear the chatter of civilians who were currently travelling on the side-walk. Mindless subjects reached his ears, though failed to effect his level of concentration he had on Nathan. The vibrant haired male nodded a little at the other's words, his scarlet / right eye visibly twitching at the male's further statement. "Mindless lies. The only thing she was ever good for was barely satisfying my appetite." Klaus replied, scratching at his knee with his somewhat sharp nails. His gaze had shifted from the other, to his backpack that sat in the space in-between his legs.


The male's attitude changed in seconds, as he called out the dark haired male's name in a complete different tone he had used moments ago.


His jaws crunched down on the item currently in his mouth, only for his hand to push in the rest once he had finished. If a ordinary person would have consumed the treat, Klaus was sure they would gag until they laid sights on their previous half-digested meals. The male grabbed another from the box, subtracting two from the batch of a dozen biscuits he had baked. Sharp teeth sunk into the chunk of meat, tearing off the block from the rest of the sweet crumbs so he would be able to taste the brain on it's own. Eyes shot to the movement of a limb, staring at the male's hand as it took hold of one of his creations.


Indifferent eyes watched the blue eyed male's every move, though his powerful jaws continued to pulverise the food in his mouth. He stared at the other in silence, looking strangely serious yet happy. Klaus's mind seemed to drift off course of wondering if Nathan liked his baking, to how the male's lips seemed to move smoothly. At the sudden reduce in movement, his eyes focused back on the other's entire face. A large grin crept onto his mouth as the other finished the rest of the food.


He gladly accepted the return of his box, though failed to notice the displeasure that shone in the other's eyes. The male began to pull off the lid once again, only managing to force off half of it before the male spoke up. Klaus looked up at Nathan, raising an eyebrow at the long awaited question. "I was going to eat them. I'm starving at the moment." He responded, proceeding the pull of the flimsy lid, placing it under the actual container. "I will not. I am careful and they'll be gone by the time we reach that sorry excuse for a school." He responded, though couldn't restrain himself from smiling at the sound of mass murder. He reached for another one of the items in the plastic box, making a quiet humming noise as he did so. Klaus kept his grip on the biscuit as he turned his head to face the dull haired man to his side. He blinked, staring at the glowing illusions upon the other's face. Which only caused Klaus to think that it made Nathan even more angelic. He shut his eyes for a moment, rocking to the side slightly which activated his quick reflexes. Hands reached up swiftly, wrapping fingers around the male's forearm to prevent himself from falling over.


"Of course not." He answered, locking his sight onto the cobalt shade of the man's eyes. He absolutely despises the aqua colour, as he's even gone to the lengths of refusing to wear clothes that possessed the said hue. Though, for some reason, he tends to make an exception for a certain male. A hint of red, matching his eye, dusted across his cheeks, leaning in to meet the other's lips.


A low, almost inhuman growl emitted from his lips, shifting so he would rest against the back of the car seat. He did frown for a couple of seconds, only for the sign of unhappiness to be replaced with overly large smile. Klaus brought the cookie up to his lips, crunching down on the crispy edge. The male, like he mentioned earlier on, was absolutely starving for food. Intestines and eyeballs weren't that filling. He would have devoured the rest of the girl, but he noticed some footsteps at one end of the dark alley way. Klaus had already boxed the brain and craved the letters; "KIL" across the lady's arm, so he would be able to make a quick escape if necessary. Before he left, the male had dropped a cola candy into the female's ripped apart mouth.


Simply thinking about last night's events caused the crimson haired male to lick his lips, finishing off a piece of food before starting another.

 

[-.-.Lucifer.-.-]

Nathan shifted in his seat, slumping as they continued down a slow-traffic road. His eyes scanned across his windshield, watching the metallic creatures heave forward at under five miles an hour. He let a sigh escape his pale lips. He could walk faster then this. His mind still replaying the multiple fantisies about the scarlet-haired boy, he leaned his arm over. His fingers trailed over Klaus's neck, crawling over his soft skin. The corners of his mouth pulled up, thumb running along the boy's jaw-line. "Don't be stupid, you know I only love you." He said softly, letting himself grasp the male by the chin once more crumbs falling across his hand. He brushed small specks of food from the corner of the male's mouth, eyes still pinned on the vehicles in front of his own. The sun was now hanging above the horizon, heat causing Nate to roll all the windows down. He took another long drag of his cigarette, and then flicked it out his window. It landed in the grass, cherry burning out before the dried blades could catch fire. "What are your plans for tonight?" He asked blue hues now locked upon the smooth features of Klaus. His heart leaped, an unsettling yet satisfied feeling the other always seemed to inject inside of him whenever he layed eyes on him.

 

[MoxieDov]

Pale fingers tapped a quiet rhythm on the plastic tub, as he chewed thoroughly on the cookies. His posture was semi-good, which was the result of a forced habit. His father would always make the male sit up straight whenever the man laid eyes on him, as it was deemed "bad manners" if he didn't. Klaus had managed to scoff down four of the treats in the time given, which was somewhat impressive for the size of them. Talking about treats, the scarlet haired male would usually start his day off with a cup of strawberry tea. For obvious reasons, he was unable to proceed the said action, but he still craved the delicious taste. He would also have some sort of sweet item, such as a roll cake, tart or candied lungs. Of course, he would dine of the last item in his room, with the door locked. Klaus did think the taste of those specific organs were a little bland, and experimented with some home-made sugar / honey glaze, in hope to add a little flavour to them.


His neck twisted to face the other male, once the light touch of the other's fingertips grazed over his flesh. A grin appeared onto his face at the other male's words, moving his hand up to remove the small crumbs from his mouth area once he finished crunching down on the piece of food. "I love you as well." Klaus stated, hands moving to clutch onto the fabric that covered the other male's forearm, once Nathan had cleared away the crumbs. He lightly caressed the material under his fingers, for no particular reason. He stared at the item as it was propelled out of the vehicle, and onto the lush green grass. The male was somewhat disappointed that the object didn't set the vegetation alight, as he probably would have enjoyed the sight of flickering flames. Just like he liked the appearance of his former school burning.


His multi-coloured eyes flickered back to the dark haired male's face, attention tearing away from the intense heat he had felt before. "Well, my parents are going out to a dinner party or something, so they've hired a babysitter for my sisters and I." The male started, his hands almost massaging the other's arm. "I want to slip out and take care of this boy and girl, who were saying that we weren't right." He continued, his eyes never failing to stray from Nathan's features. "I was thinking I could do it in a different way from usual, but that would require you to help me." Klaus finished, moving his hands and removing the male's hand from his face. He leaned down and pressed soft kisses along the back of the azure eyed man's hand, before locking his eyes with the male.

 

[-.-.Lucifer.-.-]

Nate felt the boy's fingers on his arm, the black fabric falling away from his wrist, exposing his harsh secret. He wasn't sure if the flame-haired male had noticed the habit of slicing his own skin open, the thought bringing clouds to his mind. It was often seen as taboo to inflict harm on ones-self, but he couldn't contain himself. The pain that would bloom under the razor as it slid over his flesh made him feel... alive. He was walking through life, blind, emotions often seizing to come to the surface. Numb, constantly, Nathan's only hope for a sliver of something lay at the hands of a blade. Whether it be his own agony, or that of a victim, he couldn't feel 'okay' without the sight of blood.


As lips planted on the back of his hand, the fabric along his arm fell back more makimg him advert his gaze from the love of his life. He allowed the feeling of the other's mouth carry him to a calmed state, eyes dropping slightly. "I could help you." He offered, traffic moving forward a notch.


The thought of seeing Klaus bathed in blood made a chill roll down his spine, excitement firimgnhis brain up. "Do you remember their names?" He asked, flashing his turn signal before steering into the far right lane. He didn't rip his arm from the other, but stiffened his limb, trying to hide the inside of his wrist.

 

[MoxieDov]

He didn't seem to spot the marks upon the other's arm, too distracted by the sky blue eyed male's features. There was this feeling in his heart, that if he shifted his gaze away from the male for even a moment, he would lose him. Even though he knew if that would happen, it wouldn't make any sense to him, he still believed in it.


A pout tugged down his features as the male avoided his gaze, though the sign of sadness seemed to vanish in a heartbeat as he noticed the difference in Nathan's eyes. Red and Gold lit up with happiness as his ears picked up on the male's words. "Yay~" Klaus let out a small chuckle, shutting his eyes briefly as he nuzzled the male's hand. He took in the other's scent before fluttering his eyes back open to stare at the man's face once again. As much as he enjoyed the feeling of the other's flesh against his own, he knew he would much rather have the feeling of it in-between his jaws. His mind travelled off course, beginning to wonder how the other's intestines would taste while encased in blackcurrant jelly. It would be sweet, of course it would be. Just like Nathan.


His eyes seemed to glaze over as he was in his "trance", pupils unblinking as they blatantly stared at the male's lips. Klaus's mind snapped back into reality, at the sound of a question that was directed at him. He allowed his tongue slip over his lips for a moment, before parting them allow words out of his mouth. "Saskia Foreman and Frankie Tyson." The crimson haired male responded, having heard their names called out by a former teacher before. "I'd need you to drive for the plan. Is that alright, honey?" Klaus questioned, lowering the dark haired man's arm to intertwine his fingers with the other's.


Even though his mind had shifted itself away from the topic of wolfing down the male's body, flesh and all his insides, a look of hunger seemed to glint in his eyes.

 

[-.-.Lucifer.-.-]

Their names rang clean in his mind, faces of the unsuspecting couple popping behind his eyelids as he blinked. The man had a knack for noticing small details, always absorbing information as it came to him. He took a sharp turn, leading off the highway and down a long gravel road. A long stretch of green valley lay on either side of them, their path lined with cherry blossoms as they entered the school's property. The sight of nature brought an almost calming feeling across his face, his fingers wrapping around Klaus' as the other spoke of their plan. He didn't mind driving his significant other around, always glad to be in his presence. "I know them." He murmured, bringing the car forward, his wheels vibrating with every rock that lay under the vehicle. "They live in our neighborhood, just past Sunhill and Current Drive." He blinked once, glancing sideways at the male in his passenger seat. "I don't have a problem with driving." He said, half-hardheartedly, knowing this operation would end up taking place after nightfall, and that meant his drinking would have to be postponed until after their hands got dirty. The man didn't look like much of a party animal, but this was simply a facade. He was use to getting smashed, puking in other people's pick-up trucks, and flirting with piratically anything with a heartbeat. Though, he would always end up finding them in his boyfriend's baking the night after, this didn't stop him from contributing to their death. Truth was, he didn't give a rat's ass if they lived or not, as long as Kalus was happy ending their life, he was happy giving it up to him.


He would often partake in his own ritualistic slaughter. He'd tune in on a target, most likely of the same height and stature as Kalus, though they always seemed to be female. He'd learn everything about their miserably boring lives: what classes they took, where they worked, where they lived, what they ate, who they talked to, ect...


He was almost too good at this for it to be comfortable.


Sometimes Kalus would pick up on his strange obsession, and end up killing his prey before he had a chance to finish his inspections. The strawberry blonde being one particular incident.


Nathan brought them to the farthest parking spot from the entrance, parking, and switching his car off before placing his ring of keys into his pocket. He leaned over his seat, and grabbed Klaus by the back of the head, fingers gripping onto his hair tightly. He pressed his lips gently to the other's mouth, kissing him softly at first before raking his teeth over the male's bottom lip, savoring his taste.


He pulled away, his cheeks burning red.


He unraveled their fingers, brushing his palm over Kalus's knee before lifting the handle to his glove compartment, and grabbing out a blue glass pipe. "I'm going to take a few hits before going inside." he said as he produced a bag of ground-up green herb from his trousers and began packing a bowl. He filled the spoon-pipe, and lifted the piece to his lips before lighting the cannabis and sucking in sharply. While holding the smoke in his lungs, he turned to the Candy Addict with a weak smile. "What did you have in mind for those two?" He asked, and then let the skunky-sweet cloud fall into his car. It rotated around them as he took another hit.

 

[MoxieDov]

He had forced his gaze away from the other male, in order for him to be able to control his growing curiosity on how Nathan's vital organ would feel in his very own hands. He already knew the man's heart did belong to him, but sometimes, he would feel the urge to secure that thought forever. Scenes would play out in his disturbed mind, where he would see himself reaching into the other's chest, slicing the veins that were connected to the heart with his nails. Then both hands would plunge in, palms wrapping around the hot organ, lifting up and out of the male's body. He would be able to feel the thumping gradually fade away, as scarlet blood spilled out and onto his hands. He would adore the feeling of fluid leaking from the gaps between his fingers, as well as the sound of the organ being squeezed by his fingers. Klaus had been smiling with a strange look in his eyes as the thoughts ran through his mind.


His eyes seemed to notice the change in scenery, which brought his mind back to reality. Noticing the large building up ahead, he reset the task of eating all of his cookies. The male only had two left, which would simply take him a minute and a thirty seconds or so. "They do? Well, that just makes it easier~ I don't have to spend as much time tracking them down." He responded, his smile growing if it were possible at the newly acquired information. Klaus's hand grasped onto the crumbly item, bringing it to his lips to devour it as he took in the stunning petals upon the trees. Cherry blossoms were one thing Mother Nature got right. On the other hand, Klaus wasn't.


The male knew his mind was corrupted from the very start. Someone had once told him that the colours of his eyes represented his state. On one side, Klaus would seem like an ordinary human being, sweet, caring, gentle. One the other, Klaus would be a sadistic, emotionless, almost creepy murderer. Well, that was what the young male thought the other had meant before he tore out his brain.


He also knew that his regular routine of "activities" would put him in greater danger of being captured by the police. He did make sure not to choose victims, that would be linked to each other, two nights in a row. He also would rip apart the person's corpse till it became almost impossible to reveal their identity.


~~~


Klaus had managed to finish all the items of food by the time they had parked, and had even begun to shove the box back into his bag. He had lifted his head back up as he finished zipping up the front compartment of his backpack when something grasped onto his vibrant locks. The male turned his gaze back to Nathan, only to feel a pair of soft lips press against his own. A light ruby shade spread across his once colourless cheeks, which only compelled him to lightly push back against the other's mouth. He could feel the other's teeth graze his delicate flesh, letting out a soft sound of pleasure at the action.


Once the other broke the action of affection, he let out quiet whine at the lost of contact. Klaus's gaze followed the male's actions closely, his smile failing to show any-more at the sight of the pipe. He nodded slowly at the other's statement, hands reaching down and grabbing his backpack from the floor, before hauling it up onto his lap. He turned his head away from the item, burying the lower half of his face in the top of his bag. If he had to be honest, he did not like the smell of the said drug. He could even go as far as saying that he despised it.


Klaus's gaze travelled back to Nathan as he spoke, one of his hand upon the door handle and the other on the back of his bag. "I'll tell you before it all happens." The male responded, his voice half muffled by the fabric that was in his face.

 

[-.-.Lucifer.-.-]

With the blue lighter cluched in his left hand, the other occupied by the blue pipe, he flicked the flame igniting the green herb. He sucked in for a few second, released the choke, and allowed the skunky smoke to flow into his lungs. He glanced sideways at Klaus, forgetting the fact that the boy practically hated the drug. He held his breath, rolling down their windows once more. The cloud billowed out each side, filling the car with fresh air. He blew out, allowing the air to fly out his side. "Sorry, I keep forgetting how much you hate this stuff." He said, lifting his pipe gently. He didn't quite understand where Klaus stood with his constant drug-use. If he wasn't smoking something, he was drinking, snorting, or popping all kinds of foreign substances. Someone would place a pill in his hand, he'd take it. Someone produced a baggie of coke, or a tablet of molly, he'd down it gladly without wincing at the drip.


Nate took another hit, this time rotating the embers around the bowl, continuously burning away the plant until there was nothing left but white ash. He tapped the side of it against his silver ashtray before leaning over his boyfriend once more and placing his "stash" in the glove box. "You never really voice your opinion on my enthusiasm for drugs." He breathed, eyes tinged red around his blue iris', making the color pop.


"Not that it would stop me." He continued, reaching behind him and grasping his black book-bag. "I have no intentions of stopping, but I'd be more willing to not do them around you." As he said this, the corners of his mouth turned up in an unexpected smile. It was rare for him to have even the slightest bit of a grin if he wasn't under the influence of something. It didn't matter what it was. If he was high, he was content. Though he was even more content when inflicting pain, on himself or others. That in itself was almost a drug.


Nathan unplugged his phone from the Auxiliary Cord, clicking the lock button before sliding it into his right pocket. He placed his other hand in his left pocket, pulling a small bag of three clear capsules, amber crystals filling them half way. He opened the bag, taking a pill out and reaching over once more to the box at Klaus' knees. He gripped a white tackle box, made specifically for holding fishing bait. He opened the lid, multiple long sections full of different strange objects. One had a mirror, the other a large clutter of clean razors. He had pipe-cleaners, and coke straws, small containers for molly water, and a flask. Nate plucked a shard of reflective glass, and a long razor. He opened the capsule, letting the contents fall along the shard. He raked the edge along the substance, breaking it up into a fine powder before splitting it into two lines. The blue eyed boy fit the clear straw in his left nostril, sniffing sharply as he inhaled the powder into his airways. He repeated the same ritual for the other nostril, eyes watering as small rocks flung into the back of his throat. The bitter taste almost made him gag, but he ignored it, placing his things away. He'd just gone against everything he'd just said to the Candy Addict. "Ready?" He asked, almost as if he hadn't just taken two different illegal substances. Acting like nothing had happened.


He opened his door, hand stuffed into his pocket as he jogged around his silver lamborginih. The boy, chivalrous as always, opened Lorenz's door clicking the 'lock' button on his auto start.

 

[MoxieDov]

His gaze locked onto one of the straps attached to his bag, studying the stitching of the said part with precision. The male seemed to have begun holding his breath, even though his faze was pressed against an object. This action would prove his hatred for marijuana, it's looks, and it's smell. Klaus began to feel his lungs beg for an exhale, after a minute or so, though he would rather experience dizziness than take a sniff of the aroma that was currently lingering in the once clean air. Just as he considered removing the backpack from his face to take a quick breather, the windows would roll back down. Grateful for the sense of fresh air, Klaus leaned towards the gap, exhaling rapidly before breathing deeply to regain his breathe. A hint of the drug reached his nose, only for him to shield his lower face with a palm. His eyes stared at the empty space by his side, knowing that however passes the car soon would be able to detect the drug. Whether the would know what it was, it would seem suspicious.


Indifferent eyes travelled back to the azure eyed male, simply nodding in response to his statement. He wasn't sure if he was overreacting to the presence of the drug, or his eyes really did burn. Whatever reason it was, it caused Klaus to turn his attention to the area outside. He could see the building, which would house a whole range of snobby and self centred people. The teachers would probably be crap as well. He turned his mind away from the negative side, which was challenging, as he could come up with many annoying subjects about the large school. That attempt of his didn't seem to last long, as his attention shot to the sound of Nathan's voice. He stared blatantly at the other, considering his answer to the statement. Despite his uneasiness around illegal drugs, Klaus would occasionally overdose on household items, purely driven by the want for the taste. He had read that, one day, that said activity could possibly be the last thing he does. Though, he didn't do it for the high. Or that's what he believed.


Noticing the vibrant border of colour surrounding Nathan's pupils, he twitched. It was highly ironic how someone who can easily tear apart a human being and devour all their insides without a problem, could be so easily frightened of a simple change in colour. Of course, if he had plucked out an eyeball and noticed it was somewhat slightly bloodshot, he could have still crunched it down. Though, this was his beloved he was talking about. Which didn't make his mind change at all, as he had been fantasizing about slicing through the said male's veins earlier on.


"Really?" Klaus asked, his bright grin returning the moment his mind processed the other's words. Though, that look of joy would only vanish a couple of seconds. Vivid eyes stared at the small capsule-like objects, before his mind forced his curiosity aside and shifted his gaze back outside. His ears picked up on the scratching sound, almost producing a cringe from the scarlet haired male. His fingers flexed for a moment, wondering if he should just leave the vehicle and wait outside. Klaus was about to act on his thought, before the other male spoke up once more.


"...Yes." He responded, a sigh of something that seemed to be relief, emitting from his lips as the male left the car. He shifted his head around for a moment, checking his appearance in the rear-view mirror. Fingers reached up and brushed off the crumbs that had gathered around his mouth. Fixing his earrings and ruby locks, he turned at the sound of the door opening. With a smile back onto his pale lips, he climbed out of the Lamborghini, backpack swung over his left shoulder. He reached over to capture the other's lips with his own, ignoring the fact that one of his most hated items had been in the other's mouth a small while ago. Anything could be tolerated if Nathan's taste was mixed in as well.


Klaus wasn't sure how many other pupils would be around at this time, though honestly could not care. Taking the cobalt eyed male's bottom lip in between his remarkably sharp teeth, he gently bit down on the flesh. Taking of his current action, a rush of adrenaline pumped through his veins, knowing that he could pull back and tear the certain part of flesh off of the male's face. Or that he could lock his jaws in an almost bone-breaking grip and bite straight through the other's lip.


Before he would have a chance to preform any of the actions that lingered in his mind, he released the male's flesh, pulling back moments later. Klaus craned his neck around the area for a moment, taking in his surroundings before he would move.

 

[-.-.Lucifer.-.-]

The sudden fall of lips against his own sent a shudder crawling down his back. Teeth raked against his flesh, threatening to produce the skin. A small moan of pleasure filled his lungs, eyes rolling in the back of his head as he pulled closer to Klaus, savoring the taste. His mouth had a tinge of sugar, always a lingering flavor of something sweet. He would never admit it, but the sugary tinge often made him crave his beloved more. For a split second, he wanted to desperately place his hand under the other's chin, and apply pressure until his skin would break. Before this action could take place, the redhead pulled away, examining their surroundings.


Nate let out a soft sigh, but was satisfied with the kiss regardless. He sniffed sharply, the Molly he'd gladly snuffed up dripping down the back of his throat. "I hate it when you tease me like that." He said softly, but his mouth pulled in an uncontrollable smile. The drug had begun to enter his bloodstream, an upper mixed with the calming effect of marijuana. His stomach shifted, the feeling of being lifted on a dollar coaster taking a toll on his body. Nathan lifted his arm, hand wrapping around Klaus' waist. His fingers hooked among his hipbone, pulling him close to his body and biting softly on his earlobe before walking steadily along side him. His pupils had begun to increase in size, the shit-eating grin never leaving his cheeks. "Welcome to hell, my love." He purred, shouldering his black book bag. Their first class was Math, a subject the blue-eyed man never excelled at. They passed a group of fresh-smelling girls, their eyes sparkling as the two walked by. One, with pink hair and navy blue eyes waved to Nathan. He raised an eyebrow at her, waving back. "Well good morning ladies!" He chirped, the illegal substances obviously heightening his mood dramatically. Some of them giggled, while others turned away sharply. The rumor that the couple had slaughtered half their school buzzed around the new building, often gaining them popularity. Nathan, however, milked it hard. He loved being loved, and adored the way people would trip over themselves just to get a glance at the partners-in-crime.

 

[MoxieDov]

Scanning the area that circled him, he managed to form a mental map of his close surroundings, one he would remember for future use. He never knew if he would need to come back to this place at the night, and he would need to know every crook and corner. The male took note of the positions of every single tree, kerb, rock, and path, just in case. You could never be too careful.


Turning his head back to the male as he spoke, a faint dusting of scarlet crossed his face. He couldn't help but stare at the aqua eyed male's smile, feeling his own lips turn up. He knew happiness was contagious, but madness was as well. "I wasn't trying to, in the first place." Klaus mumbled, readjusting the bag strap upon his shoulder. His ears picked up on the distant sound of birds chirping, which caused his grin to widen even further. He truly adored those type of animals, purely for their looks and ability to produce calming tunes in a moment. Talking about birds, the crimson haired male had always wanted a canary. Though, his parents were somehow worried that the bird may peck or injure one of his younger sisters if he would allow it to fly free in the house.


The warmth of the other's limb brought him out of his thoughts, as well as the sensation of fingers along his hip. Klaus allowed his form to be tugged closer, a ragged gasp escaping his throat seconds later. He ignored the fact that the colour upon his cheeks had darkened ever so slightly, as he moved his legs to begin strolling towards the large building. He had taken notice of the other's statement, though remained silent, replying to it with a short chuckle.


As they entered the school, many other students seem to watch them as they walked. He would simply glance at them with a somewhat innocent expression, before turning his gaze back to the front. The sound of Nathan's voice caused his head to turn in the direction of the girls he was addressing. A couple of the female's caught his wandering gaze, sending bright smiles his way. The scarlet haired male would simply respond with surprisingly well-faked smile before turning his attention away from them.


"Look! His eyes really do look like gold and rubies!" A hushed brunette's voice stated, in a somewhat loud whispering tone. The one she was speaking to had cast her gaze over to the said male, a light grin upon here face. "No, I think Nathan's cuter." Another feminine voice seemed to whisper, earning a gasp from the other two girls. "Can't you see Klaus is adorable?" The hazel haired female responded, and that was the last sentence the vivid haired male managed to hear as they had walked quite a considerable distance away.


Just as the two reached the entrance to the maths classroom, he paused in stroll for a moment. He smiled softly at the dark haired male by his side, as if indicating for him to enter first. Klaus let out a soft groan, out-stretching his arms forward before raising them up. He arched his back ever so slightly, causing a couple of stiff bones to crack. This action also caused his button-up shirt to ride up, exposing part of his lower stomach and somewhat noticeable abs. Some of the students who had been staring at him, managed to trail their gaze down the male's now visible flesh.

 

[-.-.Lucifer.-.-]

Sounds of feminine voices clouded around his ears, comments about his beloved making poison drip through his veins. He cast a glance over his shoulder, ignoring that one of the girls had announced his own good looks. The fact that any of them had been looking at Klaus made his jaw set. He steered them towards their Math class, his good mood dropping slightly. Nathan entered the room, gaze falling on every man and woman present. Their names flashed in his brain as their eyes locked, a half smile plastered on his lips. The same pink haired girl from before gleamed at the blue eyed male, motioning for him to sit next to her. Nathan glanced back at his beloved, eyes falling on his exposed flesh. A frown pulled at his brow slightly, as humans gawked at the other's chizzled features. He took the seat offered by the colorful girl. Carly Hansen


To vex his lover, he dropped his bag on his desk and lifted Carly's tabletop slightly. Dragging it closer to him, the sound of metal pegs scraping against granite tile rang in the air, causing some unexpected students to wince.


Nate wrapped his arm around her shoulders, a large smile on his face as he pulled her close. She gazed into his large pupils, slightly stunned by the tinge of red around his eyes. She didn't speak, frozen by his touch.


"How are you today, Carly?" He swooned, his lips inches from her ear. He shot another glance towards Klaus, searching for the peak of jealousy.


"I'm good." She spoke softly, her fingers twiddling with a long strand of rose locks. "You smell like weed and cigarettes." She pointed out, but said it in a hushed and seduced tone.


"Do you like the way I smell, darling?" He asked, looking at her from under long dark lashes.


"Um... yes." A blush had formed over her face.


He placed his lips in her hair, taking in her scent. She smelled vaguely familiar. A sweet tinge of vanilla and flesh, exactly how Klaus would.


"Mm" he breathed. Imagining this girl sprawled on a table, her belly slit open. The thought of her blood on his hands made the sadist shiver. He envisioned the Candy Addict cracking open her skull and feeding on the pretty pink organ. He craved the feeling of slicing his foil into flesh, the heart beat vibrating up his arm as he slid the tip of his fencing sword into the thumping organ.

 

[MoxieDov]

After having finished his stretching, he brought his arms back down. Out the corner of his eye, he could spot the flushed expressions of a couple of girls. Oblivious to what most of the students around him had been staring at, he simply blinked as a couple of them caught his gaze. His hand idly searched his right jacket pocket as he turned his head back to the front. In that small space, he managed to find a packet of gum and one of his three phones. In his left pocket, there was a steel fork and some sort of cubed object. There was nothing of particular interest in his right trouser pocket, as it only housed a cloth. In his left, another phone had been slipped into the opening. After checking out the items he had on him, he finally strolled into the classroom.


Klaus's vivid eyes scanned the area for a moment or so, before his gaze set upon two specific people. The neutral expression upon his face changed in a heartbeat. Now, an almost deathly glare possessed his once innocent gaze. A heavy scowl tugged down his expression, showing his abnormally sharp teeth. His hand twitched, urging his mind to allow the limb to reach into his pocket and grasp the seemingly harmless utensil. He temporarily ignored the mumbling whispers of fellow pupils, who had noticed the change in his features. He did somewhat resemble a animal for a moment, the look of murder lingering in his hues for a second or so. Every fibre in his body fought against his common sense and will to keep himself out of prison. Klaus knew if there wasn't any other people around the room, he would already have his nails ripping apart the female's flesh. He may also would have plucked out one of his beloved's eyes and devoured that as well, purely to show that the male was his and his only.


Having remained still for over a minute, he finally tore his gaze away from the two. His mind eventually settled on a more, stealthy murder than what he would usually do. Klaus forced his features to calm down, as he sauntered to the back of the large room. He much preferred to sit at or near the back, where he could easily swing back on his chair without causing much disruption. The male ignored the gazes of two girls as he strolled, eventually settling for a seat at the very back of the room. He chucked his bag under the desk, immediately falling back down onto the seat. His hand reached for his iPhone 5s in the colour; silver, which had been sitting in his jacket pocket. Klaus pushed back in his chair, just enough so he could prop his legs up onto the desk as well. The seat was now balanced on it's rear two legs.


He began to take silent photographs of the map of the school he was provided with his phone, editing them so there was red circles drawn around the destinations / rooms he was interested in. The male took notice of the approaching footsteps to his left, which he simply ignored as he switched the screen to his texts. Briefly distracted by the text he had received from one of his closest friends about some candy shop, he leant back in his chair even more. This action caused the chair to break it's balance, the entire seat falling back, taking the crimson haired male with it.


Klaus felt his head crash against the ground at first, before the rest of his body. Some voices seem to raise around him, the sound of footsteps boring into his mind. Shadows cast over his form, his indifferent eyes shut as he reached up and rubbed his head lightly. "Oh my god! Klaus, are you alright?" and many more words were exclaimed at him, which simply caused him to groan. He felt a presence by his side a couple of seconds later, thinking that it was the dark haired male he adored, he parted his eyes. Instead, silver haired male knelt close by him. He blinked, eventually pushing his form up into a sitting position. He knew the heavy throbbing in his head would soon irritate him, as well as the aching feeling in his back. "Are you able to stand?" The steel haired male asked, holding his hand out towards the somewhat shorter male who had been staring at him. The silence of the scarlet haired male seemed to continue for another dozen seconds or so, before he forced himself up onto his feet. "I'll take that as a yes. Have you broken anything or does anything feel extremely painful?" The male asked, a faint smile upon his face as a couple of the females almost sighed in relief before returning to where they were before the accident. "...My head is in agony." Klaus eventually responded, receiving a steady nod from the other male, who had risen to his feet as well. "Come on, I'll take you to the office for a check, if you want." He added, holding out his hand once more towards the male. The emerald eyed male stood about seven centimetres above Klaus.

 

[-.-.Lucifer.-.-]

The look of envy that had shifted across his beloved s face was enough to satisfy his thirst. He knew that eventually, this pink haired girl would fall prey to Klaus, and that satisfied him deeply. He moved his arm from around the girl's shoulders and watched the redhead walk slowly to the back of the room, his blue eyes gleaming as he sat in the desk, silently flipping through his phone. Nathan tore his eyes away from him for just a british moment before the loud clutter fell across the silent classroom.


Bodies swarmed towards the other's desk, their worried voices peaking high above the normal chatter. Nate quickly stood to his feet, racing towards the downed man. He pushed passed a group of hungry looking girls, eyes falling on the outstretched hand of a silver haired boy. His crystal-like hues filled with a burning rage, his ears catching the man's offer to take him to the nurse. Nate butt in, his hand slapping the emerald-eyed kid's palm away. His large pupils gave his intoxication away, heart ramming against his ribs. His veins filled with adrenalin, ready to beat on the pale haired boy's body until he heard the satisfying crack of ribs. "He doesn't need your help." He growled, standing a few inches taller then both of the men. Black hair fell over his drooping eyelids, casting a shadow over his cheeks, making him seem malicious. "There's nothing for you here."


He then turned to Klaus, both hands cupping the boy's cheeks. His expression quickly changed from anger, to worry. "Are you alright, Love?" He asked, brushing red locks from his face and checking for any marks. He ran his fingers gently over the male's jaw, eyes scanning his skin. "That was a nasty fall, please be careful." He breathed, his voice soft. He planted a light kiss on the other's nose. "Do you need to see the nurse?" He asked, almost repeating the silver-haired male's words.

 

[MoxieDov]

His gaze fell upon the offered limb, literally no emotions showing upon his face the current moment. He considered his answer for a moment, wondering if there was some damage down to his skull except from the minor pulsing. During his process of thought, his eyes shifted to the taller male's face. A seemingly inviting smile tugged the other's lips up, as he remained silent, awaiting for the crimson haired male's answer. Klaus didn't remember seeing that particular pupil back in his old school, which would only mean he was new to the town or simply a new student. Just as he parted his lips to actually speak, a limb smacked away the outstretched hand. Klaus's head angled to the side, a large grin breaking the emotionless façade upon his face as he laid eyes upon the dark haired male.


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The snow haired pupil almost flinched as his hand was hit aside, before a light frown graced his features. A small group had formed around the three by now, watching the actions intently. Ocean green eyes settled upon the taller male's features, noticing the other's strangely larger pupils. Hearing Nathan's words, the bright eyed male's look of disapproval only deepened. Deciding that he would speak once the other had finished, Calyn crossed his arms over his chest.


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A certain scarlet haired male reached out with his free hand, as the other spoke, and loosely grasped the said man's hand with his fingers. He would release the other's hand as he moved, simply staring up at him. "I think so." Klaus responded, in a softer tone that he would usually speak in. He swore he heard someone make an "aww" in the small crowd. As he stared into the taller male's aqua eyes, he shoved his phone back into his pocket, not bothering to check if it had suffered any cracks from the fall. He responded to the other's next statement with a steady nod, only to feel a dusting of crimson fall upon his cheeks seconds later. He was unable to stop the smile from forming upon his face, which was the result of the soft pressure of the other's lips. "I'm sure the throbbing will fade away eventually." Klaus answered, before reaching up and pressing his colourless lips against his beloved's.


He had deliberately kissed the cerulean eyed male in-front of the mini crowd they had managed to attract, purely for the purpose of showing that Nathan was his and his only. He had even managed to take the other's bottom lip in between his abnormally sharp teeth and nibble upon the flesh for a moment.


A hand was suddenly placed firmly onto the top of Klaus's locks, fingers grasping tightly onto the cherry strands of hair. Indifferent eyes widened as his lips were forcefully removed from the dull haired male's. The hand turned his head to the side, before the silver haired male's own mouth collided with Klaus's. A devious smirk tugged up the edges of Calyn's mouth, as he brushed his tongue over the other's soft lips.

 

[MoxieDov]

((nope! this shall remain active till Rara has the time to reply. D:<))

 

[-.-.Lucifer.-.-]

((I'm so sorry for being inactive!! I feel like a crap rp partner! I got myself into a big cluster of brooding boy/girl troubles and was overwhelmed. I am sorry x.x ))


A soft smile barely met the dull eyes of the black haired student. His crystal hues shifting side to side, searching the other's pupils with immense compassion. He allowed the public display of affection to release his heightened nerves.


The feeling of soft pink flesh against his caused the hair along his neck to reach for the ceiling, little goose pimples rippling down his shoulders as he fitted his palm to the side of Klause's face. He then felt the threat of the other's powerful jaws along his bottom lip, soft pinpricks about to allure him into the taste of candy and blood. He ran his tongue along the male's top row of pearly whites, lids closed. He trailed fingers into soft locks. He endorsed himself in his significant other, before foreign skin brushed along his knuckles.


The warm feeling of Klaus against him was suddenly whisked away, and his hands wrapped around empty oxygen.


Pale lids shot open in time to see the white-haired boy taint his most prized possession.


The world stopped.


A cloud of red engulfed Nate's vision. The sound of the student body clucking like a group of hens drowned out of his mind.


The perefrials of his vision blurred, and his mind exploded with the sound of



propelling his body forward in a sparatic enraged fit.
With dark pupils slicing daggers into the pale boy's smug face, pure MDMA coursed through his blue veins giving him the energy, confidence, and strength of a bear. Jaws locked together, teeth threatening to crumble under the sudden weight. His long fingers rolled into a tight fist, the other hand grasping Klaus by the waist. In one quick and swift movement, his left leg swooped under both of their legs while simultaniously his fist collided with snow white locks.


For a strange reason, a growl was forced from between the brooding man's chest, yet his eyes drooped in the same blank yet crazed stare.


He released the scarlet haired boy, leaving his limbs free to pulverized his prey.


While drums and chords smashed in his head, screaming at him to continue until his chest was full of the wonderful taste of pride that came with eliminating a threat.


The rational half of his brain had checked out, tipping its hat as it flung out the door with a 'this is none of my buisness' shrug, leaving the creature lurking in the back of his mind to emerge with bittersweet laugh.


Nathan's boots scuffed against the granite floor, swooping down and grasping a handful of the green-eyed student's shirt, and pulling him from his position. A bright and wide smile stretched across O'neil's light red cheeks, the dark reflection of his over sized pupils making his demeanour quickly morph from a bear into a bloodthirsty shark.


His body turned quickly, and he slammed the boy's body against the cluttered wall. A fountain of framed pictures, thumb tacks, posters, and the hall passes fell to the floor. The sound of cheers and chants had engulfed the room. The audiance had trippled in size.


No thought had been put into the actions taken place, his humanity vanquished from his body.


He pulled the man back again, and smashed his skull against the thick concrete wall of the classroom again, and again, and again...


He continued, one hand now falling over the freak's neck, crushing the windpipe.


His fist had found its way to the boy's face once more, continuing its job until flesh stuck to his now shredded knuckles, red spraying across his mouth and chest.


Nate flung the body on the floor, ringing in the back of his mind was the possibility that the person in his grasp could be dying, or already dead.


It didn't register though, allowing the pit to take over again, and fill itself with the pleasure of inflicting pain on this mistake of life.


A laugh fell from his stained lips as he fell over the white haired boy's body, knees on either side of the boy's chest.


His heart thrashed against his legs, hand grasping him by the face. "You like to kiss boys?" Nathan asked, his eyes wide. He squeezed hard, nails biting into the flesh of his face, fist falling back.


He struck another blow into his puckered lips. "Let's see how well you kiss without any teeth..." his voice trailed off.

 

[MoxieDov]

((No, no, no, no, don't apologise! It's completely fine, Rara! I'm just as worse, since I could have gotten online sooner if I actually pushed myself. Don't be sorry, I'm just glad to have one of my amazing friends back. ^^))


Bright pools of colour increased in size at the feeling of unfamiliar flesh against his lips. It would only take a moment for an unpleasant taste to invade his mouth, almost causing his gag reflex to activate. His fingers rose up, razor sharp nails scratching erratically at the student's cheeks, leaving angry red marks in their wake. Not even a second later, he felt the enraged gaze of his boyfriend burn into the back of his figure. A firm grip suddenly found itself attached to Klaus's waist, ripping his form away from the other's. He stumbled off to the side once he had been released, pulling up the sleeve of his jacket to wipe his mouth, as if there were crumbs of some sort. His ears caught the sound of the students that surrounded them, whispering amongst themselves, some watching intently, some looking petrified. And they have every right to be.


As he was swept of his feet, he fell straight to the unforgiving floor, as there had been nothing to grab onto to support himself. Letting out a groan at the sudden pain, he opened his mouth to give some sort of warning to the raven haired man before a strong fist grabbed the fabric of his shirt. As Calyn was forced back onto his feet, a sharp gasp emitted from his lips. Hands immediately shot for the limb that kept him standing, his fingers feebly attempting to pry Nathan's hand off. "Let me go, you bas...tard..." He snarled, only for his voice to trail off as eyes caught sight of the spine-shivering smile that had somehow made it's way onto the man's face. A feeling of dread coursed through his veins as he stared at the curve in the other's lips. Calyn's legs had paralysed with fear, eyes widening without his consent. The class had fallen silent at this moment, all but a single student.


A cheerful, yet somewhat eerie giggling rung throughout the vast room, causing several to look in his direction. Hands clutched over his stomach as if he had been punched, Klaus's posture curled forward. Bright peals of laughter left his mouth, his eyes screwed shut as tears threatened to slip from them due to the intensity of his act of amusement. Unclasping one of his hands, he pressed it against a tabletop to brace himself. Heavy inhales and exhales were clearly heard in-between, as if he was struggling to breath. When he raised his head to suck in a deeper breathe of oxygen, the ones who were looking at him to see a heavy flush that tinted his cheeks. His eyes eventually parted so he could watch his love's further actions. The way he gazed at Nathan was almost disturbing, as pure lust clouded his hues.


They're insane. Was the only thought that crossed his mind, before his frame came into impact with a solid surface. The air had been knocked out of his lungs, which led to a small yelp escaping his throat. The pain managed to force Calyn to regain control over his unmoving body. He kicked rapidly at the taller man's legs, about to scream something before he was cut off. Every time his head crashed against the wall, the pain would grow bigger. His breathes were growing more and more desperate as the action continued, though he refused to allow any tears to fall from his eyes. He didn't trust himself to open his eyes, as even that mere action seemed like it would cause intense pain. Either he was hallucinating, or there was some sort of warm, fluid running down the back of his head, wetting the roots of his hair. "S-Stop!" Calyn spluttered out with great difficulty, still trying to force Nathan's hand off of him. "Please!" He managed to shout, before something constricted around his throat, snapping the connection between his lungs and oxygen. A light-headed feeling fell upon his head, over the excruciating agony. The feeling of something hard smashing against his face was the last he managed to feel, before unconsciousness took over his mind.


The boy was no longer laughing like he had been minutes before, though was now admiring Nathan with, what seems to be, all the adoration in the world. He now sat upon a nearby desk, bright red coating his pale face as he watched. A long organ slipped out from in-between his lips, moistening the soft flesh with his saliva. His hands were gripping onto the edge of the table he was perched upon, as if he had to physically restrain himself from pouncing onto Nathan.


"OI! YOU THERE! STOP THIS AT ONCE!" A booming voice was suddenly heard from the open doorway, which prompted a couple of the onlookers to shuffle away, as if they hadn't been involved. This voice was completely ignored by Klaus, as he kept on staring at his beloved, soft pants emitting from his mouth. A tall, bald man shoved his way through the crowd that had gathered around the fight, follewed by a woman who seemed to be in her mid thirties or so. "Stop that now!" She screeched, as the man made his way over to Nathan and grabbed his shoulders, roughly pulling him off the seemingly unresponsive boy who lay upon the ground. "You are in big trouble, young man." The female warned, sending the male a deadly glare before crouching down to examine the battered body. "What is your name and what were you doing." The man demanded, having forced the student up onto his feet.


A figure loomed directly behind the man of high authority, his crimson locks just visible behind his shoulder.