First: Here Previous: None Next: None yet :3 Scott reportedly said he'd turn Cam without a choice.... Tw/s: Bl00d, !njvry, ,Mentions of d3@th Sweet Death of Me – 2 Cameron John Wilson (Or Cam to literally everyone except for his parents) had never once taken a self-defence class in his life. Or any kind of fighting class (Which looking back was probably a bad idea). Technically his friends had offered to take him to one, but he’d declined. He did spend the vast majority of his time indoors though. It hadn’t seemed worth it at the time. The likelihood of being cornered in an alleyway was low too. He was starting to regret that choice though, as he stood in a dimly lit alleyway, clearly cornered at night. With three figures. Who looked kind of weird as they all had white hair and red eyes. The woman with the short hair adjusted her cap as if trying to hide the fact that her hair was very clearly white (In Cam’s opinion, it wasn’t working very well). “We don’t want to hurt you…” The girl with long white hair and some kind of tiara in it tried as she tried to smooth down her dress. She smiled in what Cam assumed was meant to be reassuring but actually had the opposite effect on him. “They don’t at least…” The man with the black waistcoat and red scarf thingy smiled, flashing canines that were far too long to be human. His Scottish accent was very thick. “For me well… It depends on if you behave yourself or not.” It was in that moment; Cam began to regret every single life choice he’d ever made… “Anyway.” He adjusted the scarf thing. “Who gets first dibs...?” “First dibs?” Cam was surprised he even managed to get that out without screaming. “On you, silly.” He took a step forward, forcing Cam back. “I personally think I should. I’m the oldest after all and who knows? I might be able to find another use for you.” Another step forward. “Shelby, Drift…?” He glanced over at them. “Can I have first dibs..?” The girl in the dress bit her lip and looked away. The short haired one pulled at her jack buttons. Neither of them said anything or met his gaze. “Shelby. Drift…” The man repeated getting visibly more impatient with each moment of silence. “Look. It’s easy. You just make a decision. This shouldn’t be hard for you.” Cam reached for something sharp, hoping to have at least some chance of defending himself. The nearest thing was a shard of broken glass. He hesitantly picked it up, hoping it could be of some use. The moment he picked it up though, sharp pain burst through his hand and he dropped it, wincing as he looked at his hand which was now bleeding quite a bit. Why had he stayed late at work…? If he had gone home at the normal time he would’ve been fine. And not stuck in a weird alleyway with weird people saying weird things that he didn’t quite understand. To state the obvious. His hand did not look good. A few drops of blood fell to the ground staining the normally pale grey pavement tiles red. They glinted in the moonlight slightly. “Good to see that you’re making this easier for me. Most people are normally running away or begging for their life at this point. This… is refreshing.” Cam tried to back away more, anything to get away from these terrifying people and their probably absolutely terrifying plans, but he slipped on what was presumably his own blood and fell back with a very undignified yelp. “Look. If neither of you are going to reply I’m going to assume that I get first dibs.” His boots made a loud clacking sound as he walked towards Cam again, clearly enjoying the thrill of it all. After a few more moments of this the short haired girl cleared her throat. “Scott, do you remember what we said about trying to become a better person…?” “I’m hungry DRIFT!” The man (Who Cam decided to assume was Scott) sighed. “This is the fastest way, and you know it. My conscience can handle this. And besides. He’s small, weak, and pathetic. Who on earth would miss him?!” Cam liked to think that at least one person would miss him. “And besides, I’ve been good for AGES now. I need to have a bit of fun because I’m bored. And you know what happens when I get bored…” “We’ve made quite a bit of progress over the last two hundred years. Please don’t go and undo it all now.” “But I’m boredddd-” “Remember what we taught you about being a better person, Scott.” Scott rolled his eyes and sighed loudly before walking towards Cam again. [[ Continued in Ns and cs ]]
h[[ Continued from description ]] Cam closed his eyes. He was going to d He was going to d. He was going to- He opened his eyes after realising that he was in fact, not d. Very much alive in fact. Scott had picked Cam up with ease. “Happy?” Drift nodded. “Very.” Cam clung to the fabric of Scott’s shirt and Scott frowned. “This is expensive! More than your miserable salary earns you in a year. And besides. If I wanted to k you, I’d have done it already. You’d be very easy to do that too.” It was… slightly a relief to know that he wasn’t in imminent danger of dyeing. And that Scott had never really planned to k him. Even if what Scott had originally planned to do, honestly sounded far, far worse than that to Cam. Still. He wasn’t ready to go yet. Cam silently thanked whoever had prevented his d “I’m going to take you back to our house.” Scott spoke to him slowly and loudly as if he was a small child who didn’t understand most things. “It’s a very big house because I am very rich. I’m going to patch up your hand when we get there because according to Drift, it’s the ‘right thing to do’. Whatever that is. Do not struggle. I’m not going to hurt you. Okay?” Cam clung tighter and he sighed. “Nod if you understand.” Cam slowly and hesitantly nodded after a second and Scott smiled. “Good. And before you ask the stupid question. Yes. I own the entire house.” And he began to walk.
