Addie Loses His Shit

Royce V. Rowland lounged on his bed in the nude, sipping a glass of human plasma. He flipped through the T.V. channels with a bored expression; the best parties wouldn't start for another few hours, and until then he had nothing to do. Addie had been more moody than normal lately, so teasing him was out of the question.

A robe lay on top of a chair only a few feet away, but he felt too lazy to put it on. All he wanted to do was laze around and nap until his boredom left him.

Unfortunately, Addie wouldn't let him.

"ROYCE!!" He screeched, kicking the door in. He was, predictably, on fire. "ROYCE, YOU BITCH!!"

With every influx of his voice, his wall of flames grew for the moment.

"HOW COULD YOU?!" He shouting, throwing a piece of stale bread at him. Not really sure where he got the bread.

Royce caught the bread, confused. At least his boredom was gone. He stood up, brushing his long hair out of his face.

"Addie? What on Earth are you doing here? I thought you were fuckin' peeved at me, mate."

"YOU PUT THIS UNDER MY MATTRESS AND I COULDN'T SLEEP FOR FIVE. DAYS." He shouted, waving his hands all over. "YOU'RE A FUCKIN' BITCH."

He pounced on Royce, grabbing his hair and yanking on it. "FEED. ME."

Royce began unbuttoning Addie's shirt, feeling his warm smell envelope him. His blood pulsed in his cold veins at the prospect; how he wanted Addie.

"Now, now, come down--do you finally want to drink from your best mate, izzat it? Cor Blimey, took you forever." he stretched his neck, exposing the pale skin. "Go on, then--let's bond."

Addie felt his fangs quiver; he was so hungry. Yet, even now, he shoved Royce away.

"That's disgusting!" He replied, wrinkling his nose. "Go and find me something else!!"

After a moment of disappointment, Royce grinned.

"You mean you're asking mummy to fetch you a treat? Such a naughty tyke you are, Addie--lucky I love you. Here, take off all your clothes and I'll fetch you something."

"I'll do it after you bring me food, dick." He growled, crossing his arms. "Hurry!"

"Now," he insisted. "Or you can continue to starve, Addie."

He licked his teeth, feeling how sharp they were becoming. He was so hungry.

Glaring, he ripped open his dress shirt and suit jacket both at the same time, discarding them.

"That's all you get until you get back with my food." He snapped angrily. "Otherwise I'll just fucking eat you."

He let out a small moan at the very thought.

"Oh, rawr, you great beast, you," he purred, digging through his drawers. "Just let me get dressed, and then your old mate Royce'll be back lickety-split with an ace dinner."

Addie started to pace, however. God, if Royce wasn't back soon, he would freak. Out.

Luckily for him, Royce was back soon, and with a girl as well. He slit her throat and took a long sip of her blood before tossing her to Addie.

"Go on, then--I won't finish her, anyhow."

Addie looked momentarily heartbroken; he hadn't planned on killing her. Of course, he should've expected Royce wouldn't spare her life.

After his little moral debate, he tore into her, ripping her open and licking up every ounce of blood he could. He drained her, in a matter of minutes.

Royce watched with amusement, taking off his clothes and neatly folding them.

"Now take off the pants too, hotshot."

Addie looked up when he finished, wiping away his blood smeared face with his hands. When his face was mostly clean, he smiled suddenly.

"Royce...Do you usually drain your victims?" He asked, looking hopeful.

"No, because I enjoy having lots," he purred. "Come on, off with those pants...why do you ask, anyway?"

"You're never going to stop killing people." He said plainly, pacing once again. He adjusted his bright orange glasses, tapping his finger. "But I don't have to...You can just give me your leftovers. Then I don't have to kill anyone."

Royce yanked off Addie's pants, smiling.

"Bloody of course not--though, I'd be decent, if I were you. I can always start draining them completely, right?"

He gasped, scrambling to pull his pants back on.

"Stop that, wait a second, we haven't finished talking!" He insisted frantically.

"I'll rip them if you put them back on, you silly bugger," he chuckled. "We can have a nice naked chat between mates, right?"

"No, because I know you, and you're a big jerk!" He took a step away, almost tripping over the dead girl. "Let's make a deal! If you bring me your leftover...meals...I'll, uhm, do something for you that isn't sex."

He grinned.

"You can start by stripping to seal the deal, handsome--I'll admit I fancy you, but you're a strapping, well-hung gent. How'm I s'posed to resist? Just let me have a look, is all I want."

Addie glared at him suspiciously.

"I don't believe you're just going to look. Besides, that's still really gay." He sighed heavily, knowing he would end up agreeing anyway.

"Go on, make a bloke happy," he pressed, guffawing. "You know you love me, mate."