Prologue:
Dim lighting encircled the scientist’s desk, scattered documents covered the floors and every seat in the room. A man in approximately his mid-to-late twenties sat in a chair, leaning back comfortably, his hands crossed quizzically. He looked as if he were asleep.
The door to the messy office flew open, a small, statuesque man standing in the opening, letting a stream of brightness circle into the dark. The scientist stirred, looking at the man. A deep groan rumbled in his throat as his hands blocked the rays of light from his eyes. “God damnit Kris. What are you doing here?”
“Sir, the experiment.” The scientist’s eyes glinted with malice, and he sat up straight, looking to Kris, his dedicated assistant, and possibly his only friend. He stretched, letting a yawn slip from his lips as he did after motioning for Matthew to come closer, allowing him to see the document held tightly in his small hands.
“Kris, I’ve told you, don’t call me ‘sir’. It’s—” He was cut off by a loud crash, making the scientist rush to his feet and the door. His eyes were slightly worried, curious as to what the hell had shattered this time. He grabbed the file from Kris’s hands, and rushed thru the door, motioning for Kris to follow.
The two men strode down the hall, leading to the crash, discovering it was an empty beaker shattering; no nuclear threats present. They adventured to the outdoor courtyard, sitting under an umbrella to block the scorching sunlight from their eyes. The scientist opened the file, the words “XIII Cyanide Kisses” scrawled on the front.
He smiled and looked to Kris. “So the experiment is a success now?”
Kris nodded. “95% likely to be a full success.”
“Excellent…” He continued to flip thru the file folder, and a small giggle left his lips. “I guess you were correct in saying this would be lucky number 13, Kris.” Both men laughed whole-heartedly before the scientist reached for a pen in his pocket, scrawling a number onto a small notepad and ripping off the sheet. “Give this man a call. He’ll be our guinea pig for this one.”
Kris nodded and got up, exchanging his farewell’s with his friend as he strode off to his office, 2 doors down from his bosses. He took shelter in the office next to the main entrance of the Mary Cross Scientific Institute. He shuffled into his practical home, flicking on the overhead lighting when he made it inside.
Reaching for his office phone he dialed the number. A smooth voice answered him, and he smiled. “Hello, Mister Hopkins? We have a request for you…”
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Chapter One
It was around five-thirty in the morning when my phone starting blasting Gaga’s Bad Romance, waking up both Adam and I from our slumber. I reached over to the bedside lamp and flicked it on. The light blinded me for a second before my eyes adjusted to the sudden light. Adam’s arm slid off my waist and rubbed his eyes.
“Who the fuck is calling you this early in the morning, Glitterbaby?” he grumbled, obviously tired as hell.
“Good question,” I mumbled as I reached for the phone that was buzzing obnoxiously. The caller ID read ‘Mary Cross Scientific Institute’. I sighed and pulled the blanket off my body and swung my legs over the side of the bed, then looked back at Adam. “It’s for work. I’ll be right back, Babyboy.”
Before he could answer, I got up and pressed the green ‘talk’ button while walking out into the living room of the condo. “Hello?” I answered, trying to hide the exhaustion from my voice.
“Mister Hopkins?” said a slightly gravely male voice that sounded tired and nervous. “We have a request for you.”
I frowned. “Yes?”
“There’s something you need to do for us,” he said. “Something only you can do.” He paused and I started growing suspicious. What exactly did they want me to do? “But before you say anything, you must swear that you won’t back out of this.”
I grew even more suspicious and even a little scared as he said those words. I didn’t want to do it, but it was my job. I got paid for this shit. It’s how I helped Adam pay the bills for the condo. I gulped. “Yes. I swear.” What the hell was I doing?! For all I knew, they were going to ask me to kill somebody. I wasn’t prepared for what he said next.
“We need you to give your boyfriend, Adam, something.”
I damn near dropped the phone. “Why Adam?” I asked, trying to conceal the slight quiver in my voice. “What is it?”
“He is essentially perfect for the experiment in every way,” he said, yawning. “As for what it is, you can’t know over the phone. We have to tell you up front. Say… Tomorrow?”
I was silent. I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t want to put Adam at risk for something I was supposed to do. But if I didn’t do it, I wouldn’t get paid until another testing came up, and that could be months. I couldn’t afford to take that risk. But I also couldn’t risk the safety of my Babyboy. I sat down on the plush black couch and rested my head in my hand, pushing the hair out of my face. I sighed. “When tomorrow?”
There was the sound of muffled voices on the other end of the line for a minute before the man came back on. “Ten o’clock sharp. And don’t tell anybody of this.” The line went dead.
I hung up and threw the phone against a pillow next to me and rested my head on the back of the couch. I looked up when the sound of bare feet against the hardwood floor reached my ears. Adam was shuffling down the hallway wrapped in a blanket and rubbing his eyes. He reached the couch and sat down next to me, wrapping the blanket around my shoulders.
“What was that about, Glitterbaby?” he asked, suppressing a yawn.
I sighed again and rested my head against his bare chest. “Work shit.”
“I see…” he mumbled. “What is it this time? Who’s it gonna be tested on?”
“I… I honestly don’t know… But they want me at the labs at ten tomorrow.” I hated lying to him. Well, technically, I was only half lying. I really didn’t know what it was, but I knew who it was going to be tested on. But that stupid jackass made me swear not to tell. And I dared not tell. Breaking their rules was practically a death sentence. I’d known a guy who broke their rules. Poor sap got murdered the next day. Not to sound full of myself, but I didn’t want to die. I couldn’t leave Adam alone in this world. That and he would be forced to replace me, and there was no way in hell that was going to happen.
“Well, then we should get some sleep,” Adam said, patting my leg and letting loose another yawn. I smiled and nodded, standing up and helping him off the couch and down the hall towards the bedroom. I didn’t bother grabbing my cell because I didn’t want to get woken up again.
As we walked towards the bedroom, I thought that I was going to have a hard time getting to sleep. My mind was just going insane with questions, doubts, worries, all that nice shit that everybody loves. But I was wrong. As soon as we got under the covers, Adam automatically cuddled up next to me and I immediately felt those bad thoughts run away. He whispered the words “I love you” in my ear before he fell asleep. And I soon followed, my mind melting into complete peace and serenity.
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Chapter Two
Tommy seemed stressed when he called me after his little meeting with the higher-ups at Mary Cross. He was quieter than he normally was, and I could tell he needed to be comforted somehow. My eyes adventured my room as he spoke, and I suddenly had to refrain from gasping. “Hey, Baby?”
“Yea? What’s up, Adam?” I looked to my watch quickly and smiled.
“Whaddya say to goin’ out for dinner tonight?” it was only 4:15. We had plenty of prep time for a romantic dinner, and reservations could be made only hours before if you knew how to work with the servers.
I could see his eyes lighting up, and the smile that spread on his face. “Of course!!” He sang into the phone. I could feel happiness bubbling inside of me. God, I couldn’t even put into words how much I loved him.
“Ok!” I smiled. “I’ll pick you up at six, okay?” He made some sort of agreeing noise. “Alright baby. I’ll see you soon. I love you so much…”
“Love you too, Babyboy. Bye…” He hummed.
“Bye.” I tapped my phone and the screen came back to life, allowing me to hang up. I hopped on the internet quickly, getting the number to one of the fanciest restaurants in the city. I clicked on the number and held the phone to my ear.
<i>Ring….. Ring… Ri--</i> “Hello, Primo Bacio. How my I help you?” A girl’s voice echoed thru the phone.
“Hello… I was wondering if I could make a reservation for tonight at six… Are there any free spots?” I scratched the back of my neck.
“Uh… I’m not sure, sir. Let me check…” She was silent for a few seconds, and I heard her turn a page or two in the reservation book. “You’re in luck, sir. There’s one opening for tonight at 6:15.” I smiled wider and sighed in relief. “Would you like to reserve it?”
“Yes please. Two for Matthews.” I looked at my nails, seeing the black nail polish was horribly chipped. I sighed softly before my thoughts were interrupted.
“Alright sir! Two for Matthews at 6:15. We’ll see you then.”
“Thank you ma’am. Bye.”
“Mmhmm. Bye.” Click. I looked around my bedroom, gazing to my bathroom for a second before throwing the phone down on my bed and stripping off my shirt as I walked to the bathroom. I examined a fresh hickey on my neck, running my hand over it, feeling a small sting as I did. Fuck, Tommy had sharp teeth.
I started a hot shower and stripped off my boxers, slipping under the warmth, letting it engulf me. My mind kept wandering to Tommy, tho, as it usually did. I was curious as to what was stressing him out so much. Truthfully, I was worried. I pressed myself flat against the shower, letting the hot water pound against my back. It was quite relaxing. After a few minutes of that, I stood directly under the water, finally washing my hair. It looked fine, but it felt fucking disgusting.
I stayed under the water for a good 45 minutes, and when I got out, it was already 5:15. Right on time, for once. I wrapped a towel around my waist and strode to my bedroom closet, grabbing a light jacket to keep myself warm thru the September breeze. Purple skinnies and a black tank top were ripped from the hangers, and black and gray converse completing the outfit.
Getting dressed took under five minutes, leaving 40 minutes for hair and makeup. Yes, I took that long to get ready. Shut up. I sashayed into the bathroom again, reaching for my hairdryer and quickly turning it on, flipping my hair over and drying it. I decided to leave it down for once, happy with the “just dried” look. I quickly smudged a line of eyeliner on each eye, looking shockingly simple, but—not to be cocky—looking pretty damn good.
I slid out to my car, a 2009 Maserati, dark blue and sparkly, and started it, soon slipping down the road to Tommy’s house, 20 minutes to go until our reservation time. GaGa blasted thru my stereo, turning into MCR, then Panic!, to Poison. God, I loved this radio station. As I pulled into Tommy’s driveway, Bowie’s “Fame” blasted thru the stereos.
Tommy sat outside of his house, waiting for me to arrive. As he saw my car pull up, he stood and grabbed something from the seat next to him, and wandered down towards my car, smiling warmly at me when he sat. “Hey, Babyboy. Where to?”
“Primo Bacio.” Tommy gasped.
“Wh-what? How did you get reservations?!” I was shocked too.
“I really don’t know. I called about an hour ago, and they gave us a table. Cool, eh?” I chuckled. Tommy smiled softly at me and grasped my right hand in his left as we drove down the roads to the fanciest place in town.
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Chapter Three
Adam was right on time with picking me up for the date. It was a brilliant idea, and- hopefully- a good way to get my mind off of the meeting that took place this morning. They wouldn’t tell me what the experiment was supposed to do or why it was even taking place. Their only instructions to me was to wear some lip-gloss type stuff that smelled like warm vanilla. I really didn’t want to, but I knew better than to disobey them.
I shook my head to clear the jumble of thoughts in my head and asked Adam where we were going.
“Primo Bacio.”
I gasped. That place was legend, and a real pain in the ass to get into. You’d have to book reservations at least two or three months early at the least. “How did you manage to get us reservations?!”
Adam laughed. “I have no idea. I called right after I got off the phone with you and they had an empty, reservation-less table that they gave us.” He looked over at me. “Cool, huh?” I smiled and reached out to his hand, twining my fingers with his, then diverted my gaze back out the window at the city flying by us.
I managed to keep my mind off the topic of the meeting as we drove through the city to the restaurant. It wasn’t very far from my condo, so it only took about twenty minutes to get there. Adam stopped in front of the door and a valet came running out and took the keys from him as we walked into the building. It was beautiful. There was an amazing fountain in the center of the main room with water trickling down the marble surface and coins of all sorts shining in the bottom of the pool. There were flowers everywhere and the floors were made of some kind of rock that sparkled in the light. It was obviously designed so customers could dine in privacy because there were only booths. Some corner ones had beautiful fabric that shimmered in the light and draped around the booth.
“It’s gorgeous in here,” I whispered, breathless at how amazing it looked. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Adam smile and walk up to the waiters’ podium. The waitress on duty nodded and grabbed two menus, then led us to our seats. Adam had apparently gotten really lucky, because he got us one of the corner booths that allowed the most privacy with the curtain. We slid into the booth as the waitress handed us the menus.
“Can I start you two off with anything to drink?” she asked, whipping out a notepad out of her apron and grabbing a pen that was sitting in her ponytail.
“I’ll have a strawberry margarita,” Adam said politely, looking up at the girl, who jotted it down in the notepad. She looked at me.
“And you?”
“I’ll have the same.”
She wrote down something else. “Okay, I’ll be back with those in a minute.” Then she trotted off, her brunette hair swinging behind her.
I was busy staring down at the menu when I felt Adam’s hand rest on my thigh. I looked up at him and smiled, then scooted closer to him to I was cuddled up next to him. I looked up at him and before I knew it, his lips were on mine. I moaned into him and let his arms wrap around my shoulders and eventually get tangled in my hair. Adam pulled away and I whined, wanting more. But the look on his face made me get a little worried. He looked funny, like something was wrong but he didn’t know what it was. He shook his head a few seconds later and smiled again.
That was probably the most eventful thing that happened at the restaurant. The rest of the night was fairly peaceful. Adam went all cheesy on me for dinner and ordered the spaghetti and meatballs for us to share. He pulled the oh-so-classic Lady and the Tramp move on me. I was confused on whether it was on purpose or not, because after words, he blushed, laughed, and kissed me again. The meeting that morning never crossed my mind during our date. That is, until Adam started acting really weird. He would space out for a second or two and get a blank look on his face before jumping back to reality. Literally. I noticed that it always happened after a kiss. The longer the kiss, the longer the blankness. I wondered if it had anything to do with the lip-gloss the scientists gave me. But it didn’t have any effect on myself.
“Tommy?” Adam asked, waving a hand in front of my face. I blinked a few times and focused my vision in on his face. His eyes looked concerned. “Are you okay? You were spacing out.”
“Oh… Sorry.”
Adam frowned at my response and placed his hand over mine. “Was it this morning?”
“What?”
“This morning. Was that what you were thinking about?”
I sighed and nodded slowly, looking down at the now-empty spaghetti plate. Adam’s hand moved from my hand to my chin and lifted my face up so he could see it. There was a small smile on his lips. “Come on, Glitterbaby. Cheer up. Please?”
I showed no emotion on my face, but then suddenly, out of nowhere, glomped Adam and lightly bit on his ear while whispering “Gotcha.” He laughed and pushed me off of him, but not before he kissed me again. The waitress was the one who broke us up this time by taking the spaghetti plate and replacing it with the bill. Adam just handed her his card and she walked off with it, then returned a few minutes later. He slipped the card back into his wallet and slid out of the booth, holding out his hand for me to take. I was out of the booth before I took his hand and laced my fingers with his.
“Enjoy your evening,” the man at the waiters’ podium as we walked out of the door. The valet pulled up in Adam’s car and we slipped in and drove back to my condo. We were both wanting to have a romantic night of sex, but we didn’t know of the horrible thing that was about to happen.
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Chapter Four
Tonight was sort of unusual. His kisses were more tempting than usual, and he had the strong taste of vanilla lingering on his lips. I couldn’t keep away, no matter how hard I tried. I had to be cheesy with dinner, ordering the spaghetti and going out of my way to get the same strand of pasta as him. I know, I know… Hopeless romantic, stupid fluff, bleck. Whatever. I don’t care. I like my cheesy outlook of romance. Deal with it.
After dinner, we went back to his place, blasting Maroon 5 and Bowie the entire drive back. The second we were out of the car, Tommy was flattened up against me, kissing me brutally and pushing me to the door. I was beginning to loose my balance, and I fell backwards, grateful that the door stopped my fall.
He slid his hands behind me, unlocking the door, then pushing me inside, shutting the door with his foot as he pushed me onto the back of the sofa, leaning against me and flipping me over. He pinned me down and nibbled at my neck, causing an ecstatic moan to slip thru my lips. He took pleasure in that reaction, and he bit down hard on my neck, causing me to scream.
Fuck, Tommy. Why do you torture me so? I could see lust clouding over his eyes, and his body was overheating. “Tommy…. Glitterbaby. What’s gotten into you?” He shrugged as he rolled off of me, standing up and getting me up, pulling me to his room, stripping off my shirt on the way. He threw me onto the bed, then straddled my hips, looking into my eyes before crashing his lips onto mine, shoving his tongue into my mouth while undoing my belt.
He broke the kiss by biting my neck, almost to the point of drawing blood, then he began to kiss his way down my torso, stopping on my chest and nipping, sending quick chills thru my system. Things were escalading faster than they normally did, making me question the meeting earlier. Was it another sex-tease experiment? As if that would surprise me at all.
HIs hands gripped my hips, and he bit the top of my pants undoing the button with his teeth, and unzipping my pants slowly, agonizingly. Why did he always tease me like this?! He looked up at me, placing his hand over my growing issue as he did. “Wow, Babyboy. You getting a little excited?” He chuckled, twitching his fingers and slowly rubbing me, watching me quiver.
“Damnit, Tommy. Stop teasing me and just fuck me already!” I moaned. He looked at me calmly, as if thinking over his options.
“And what if I don’t?” He smirked. Motherfucker loved teasing me.
“Then I may have to tie you down and fuck you myself.”
“Kinky…” He smirked again. “But I guess I can’t be that mean to you…. I love you too much.” He wiggled my skinnies off of my hips and stripped off his clothes slowly, almost as if he was trying to make me suffer. Slowly, my boxers were torn from my body, and he straddled me once more, kissing me and biting my tongue, sending a rush of adrenaline thru me. He slid his way down my body, resting at my hips, running his tongue along my length, making me quiver in excitement. “F-fuck, Tommy!” I murmured. He nipped his way up and down me, making me shudder.
I felt my head roll back and I was looking at the wall behind me, screaming in ecstasy as he put my growing issue into his mouth, sliding his tongue over the tip, forcing a moan out of my mouth. I grabbed the sheets so tightly my knuckles ached, and I bit my lip to refrain from screaming. Tommy let a moan rumble through his throat, sending bolts of excitement thru me. He nipped at the tip, making me scream, and he suddenly stopped, looking up at me, smirking.
I whimpered when he crawled up my body and slammed his lips onto mine, shoving his tongue into my mouth and swaying his hips over mine in a seducing manner. I allowed a moan to slip through my lips, into his mouth, and he pulled away, reaching for the nightstand by my bed, digging through the drawer and grabbing a bottle and smirking at me, flipping me over and pouring the liquid onto his fingers.
“T—Tommy..!” A scream flew from my lips when his first finger slid into me, followed soon by the second and the third. I entangled my hands in his hair, tugging lightly. Soon, fingers were replaced, and I felt him slide inside of me, thrusting slowly and passionately. Moans erupted in my throat as his thrusting increased speed, and I quivered under his touch. “F—fuck… Tommy!” I howled, feeling as if I were going to explode at any given second. I wasn’t used to Tommy topping me, but fuck, was it nice.
Tommy leaned down, biting my neck, leaving a fresh hickey and thrusting into me quickly, before another howl erupted from my throat as I came, covering the sheets in the sticky white substance. “F-fu-fuck!!!” I screamed, pulling hard on his hair. He moaned, leaning over and kissing my forehead, coming himself, letting the warm substance inside of me. The feeling left a tingling sensation in me, and he pulled out, falling next to me and wrapping his arms around my waist.
“Fuck, Adam…” He nuzzled my neck, kissing me softly. “I love you so much, Babyboy.” He purred.
“I love you too, Tommy…” I rolled over and wrapped my arms around him as thunder rumbled the apartment. “Rain?” he nodded, and I smiled. “Perfect end to the night…” He chuckled and nodded, smiling as he kissed me softly, passionately. God, I loved him…
~~
Chapter Five
I had to admit, last night was amazing, even
though I was the one topping. I didn't mean to, but I couldn't help
it. The feeling just kind of took over and there wasn't much I could
do about it. The only bad feeling I got last night was the fact that
I didn't want to hurt Adam in any way, shape, or form. And I didn't
want to do anything wrong. It had been almost three years since I had
taken the lead and I felt nervous. But nothing went wrong. Nothing
happened.
That is, until we woke up the next day.
When
I finally crawled out of sleep, my back was facing Adam and his arms
were wrapped around my waist. I smiled and rolled over so I was
facing him, then snuggled up against his chest. I felt him stir and
shift his position slightly, and his chin rest on my head.
"Good
morning, Glitterbaby," he whispered, kissing the top of my head.
I smiled again and looked up.
"Mornin', Babyboy." I
closed my eyes and kissed him lightly before changing my position
again so I was laying on my back but was still looking up at him.
"How'd ya sleep?" Yes, it was a random question, but I
don't care.
He shrugged. "Okay, I guess. But I do feel
strange though..."
I laughed. "You just got your
brains fucked out, Babyboy. Of course you'd feel-" The smile
melted off my face and was replaced with one of confusion and fear as
I looked into his eyes, which were no longer their vibrant, beautiful
blue color anymore. Instead, they were purple. Fucking purple. They
say that the eyes are the windows to the soul, right? Well they mean
that literally. Your eyes tell a lot about yourself. And looking into
Adam's right now, told me that something was definitely wrong both
physically and mentally. They weren't as childish and joyous as they
had been before. They looked slightly sinister and had an evil-ish
gleam to them. It terrified me.
"What's wrong, Tommy?"
he asked. One could detect a hint of fear and worry in his voice that
he was obviously trying really hard to hide.
I didn't know
what to say. I didn't know how to tell him. So instead, I grabbed his
arm and pulled him out of bed and towards the master bathroom where I
flicked on the light and pushed him in front of the mirror. He stared
at me with those alien eyes before I pointed at the mirror silently.
I just couldn't bring myself to speak. It was like my function to
speak had been disabled or something. Adam looked back over to me,
and this time he looked genuinely scared.
"Tommy, what in
fuck's sake is going on?"
I squeezed my eyes shut,
feeling tears spring up, and wrapped my arms around myself. "Just
look in the goddamn mirror!" I shouted, maybe being a little
louder than I had intended. I heard Adam's bare feet slapping against
the tile floor as he walked towards me and put his hands on my
shoulders, squeezing them lightly.
"Tommy, what the fuck
is wrong?! Just tell me!" I didn't answer, nor did I open my
eyes. I didn't want to see what had become of those beautiful blue
orbs that I loved so much. They weren't the same as before; they
weren't him. I looked at the floor and felt a tear slip down my
cheek. Adam's hand moved from my shoulder to my chin and tilted my
head upwards so he could see my face. "Tommy, look at me. I'm
worried. Fuck that, I'm scared. Terrified. Tell me what's going on.
Please." Once again, I didn't answer or open my eyes. He
whimpered. "Glitterbaby, please. Open your eyes." When I
didn't, his hand disappeared from my chin and collided with the wall
right next to my head, making me flinch slightly. "Goddamnit
Tommy, look at me!!!" I drew in a shuddering breath and opened
my eyes. Adam looked furious, like he would snap at any second. I
made the mistake of looking into his alien-like eyes at the wrong
time, because, out of nowhere, they flashed bloody, terrifying red
color. I screamed in horror and jumped to the side. I lost my footing
and started to fall towards the floor at a twisted, hip-first angle
that would've really hurt if Adam hadn't caught me in time. He set me
down on the floor and trapped me in the corner where the counter met
the wall. "Tommy Allan, tell me what the fuck is going on!!!"
I couldn't take him yelling at me anymore. I snapped. "You
tell me what the fuck is going on, because I have no fucking
idea!"
"Then what the hell is scaring you so
much?!"
Up until this point, I had refused to look him in
the eye. But as I spoke, I stared him straight on. "Your eyes
are fucking purple, Adam! PURPLE! I think that's a fucking good
reason to be scared!"
In those few seconds, all the anger
melted from his face. What replaced it was sheer terror. He bolted up
from the floor and looked in the mirror, staring at it for a few
seconds. I was scared at what might happen next. And I had a damn
good reason to. Adam's face suddenly flashed with the anger that was
there a minute before and he slammed his fist against the mirror,
shattering it and sending pieces flying everywhere. I screamed and
lunged for him, ignoring the shards that slashed my body. The
physical pain was nothing compared to the mental fear that gripped
me. Adam's left hand was torn to shreds. There was blood and mirror
shards everywhere. I tackled him to the ground and grabbed a towel,
wrapping it around his hand to stop the bleeding.
"Adam,
what the fuck?! What was that for?!!" Tears were streaming down
my face, making the cuts on my cheeks sting like a bitch. My body was
shaking all over and blood dripped down onto the floor from some of
the more serious cuts.
He didn't answer. He just cradled his
bloody hand against his chest and wrapped his free arm around me,
pulling me close to him. "I'm sorry Glitterbaby. I'm so, so
sorry," he whispered, kissing the top of my head and smoothing
out my hair. "I... I don't know what happened. I lost control a
I..." A choked sob escaped his lips. "I'm sorry..."
I
didn't say anything. I just cuddled up next to him and cried,
realizing that it was my fault this was happening. It was the
experiment. If I had said no, this wouldn't be happening. But I
realized that there was nothing we could do but let the experiment
run its' course. Realizing that just made me cry even
more.
"Tommy, I'm sorry," Adam whispered. "It's
okay. Everything will be okay in the end. Trust me."
I
would have, but I highly doubted that it was going to be okay.
Because it was just beginning.
~~
Chapter Six
What the fuck was going on with me? Fuck. Why was I hurting Tommy like this!? I shattered a mirror for Christ’s sake!!! What had I done to him? He was scared of me now. What was I turning into?!
About 15 minutes after the mirror incident, I found myself curled in a ball on the couch, my hand burning due to disinfectant and gauze rubbing the open wounds. Sonofabitch that was fucking painful. Tommy was hiding in our room, seemingly scared of what may happen next. I didn’t blame him tho. Truly, I was terrified as well.
I picked up a small shard of the mirror that was left sitting on the coffee table next to me, and I brushed my hair out of my face, staring at the cold, purple eyes that pierced the thru the reflection. Motherfucker. This wasn’t me… What happened to the blue eyes that Tommy loved? What happened to the real Adam? God, I was terrified. I began to set the mirror shard down, when I noticed something on my left arm. Hieroglyphics? What the fuck? I knew I didn’t have this tattooed on my arm. What the hell was going on here?!
I cautiously gazed to the other arm, discovering markings there too… XIII was scrawled down my arm, making me shiver slightly. Was this connected to whatever the hell had made my eyes purple? God damn, I was scared now.
I lifted myself slowly from the couch and stumbled into the other bathroom; the one… Not glass covered and bloody. I was stopped by Tommy’s arms curling around my waist, and his body pressing up against mine. His face was wet wit tears, and I had to struggle to turn and face him. He held me tight and sobbed into my chest. “Baby.. I’m scared…” he whimpered. I looked down at him, sighing softly.
“You aren’t the only one…” I whispered as I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him gently closer with my good hand. He wrapped his arms around me, squeezing me tight, looking for comfort any way he could get it. I kissed the top of his head and faked a smile. “I’ll be right out, Glitterbaby. Go find a good movie, ok?” He sniffed and nodded, walking away from me. He kneeled in front of our DVD/Blu-Ray collection, and I shut the bathroom door, throwing my shirt at the mirror I now refused to look at.
My pants and boxers, and the gauze bandage soon followed after I turned on a hot shower, needing to wash away the blood. It was somehow tempting me, making me…. Hungry. I had to wash it away before something bad happened, although I prayed it wouldn’t.
The water hit my hand, causing me to stifle a sharp yelp as I shut the shower curtain. Motherfucker, soap wouldn’t feel good with this bitch. As that thought crossed my mind, I looked to the cuts on my hand… They were… Healing. Fast.
I stifled a scream as I looked to the rest of the wounds. Healed. What the hell was happening?! Motherfucker. I took a deep breath, sighing as I reached for the shampoo, trying to get my mind off of the healed wounds. I mean, it’s not like this was <i>bad</i> or anything. I mean, super healing? Ha. Who would be displeased with that? But still, bad timing for something cool to happen, really.
After I rid myself of the blood in my hair, I dried myself off and wandered into the living room, now in a tank top and shorts. Shut up, it was comfy. Tommy was curled up on the couch, watching old cheesy movies on Chiller and ShowTime. “Hey, Babyboy…” He whispered, glancing over at me, trying to avoid eye-contact. I didn’t blame him, though. My eyes even scared me.
He pat the seat next to him, and I sat calmly as he smiled, pointing to the TV. “Velvet Goldmine is starting in a few minutes…”
“Is that why you’re watching the end of a sappy romance?” He giggled and I yawned. I was all for romance, but sappy movies were just…. Too much.
“Yea… But it was actually a good show…” He blushed slightly, turning his head. I chuckled and made myself comfortable when Tommy placed his head in my lap, no doubt blocking out earlier. Only moments later, we were curled together, smiling as we watched the movie together. I was perfectly happy now, blocking out everything except the screen and the gentle touch of my love.
~~
Chapter Seven
After the mirror incident, I stayed in the bedroom
curled up on the bed while Adam went out into the living room. I
tried to calm down and clear my mind of all the shit that was jumbled
up in there, but I couldn't. I just wasn't able to. I was never good
at that kind of stuff. And even if it did work, the thoughts just
came back later. And so did the images. I shuddered at the thought-
and sight- of my Babyboy's eyes. That ravenous hatred that burned in
them when he broke the mirror, when he yelled at me. That was the
main reason I was holed up in here. I was scared of him. My own
goddamn boyfriend, whom I love to death. He scared me! That isn't
right. I wanted to fix it, but I didn't know how. No doubt it was the
experiment that was doing this. It was the only logical explanation.
But WHAT was it doing? That was the big question. Whatever it was, it
sure couldn't be good. Anything that could make Adam break a fucking
mirror has got to be bad. He would never do that, even if he was
pissed off beyond belief. It just wasn't like him. I ended up crying
and using up a whole box of tissues plus another half of one before
the waterworks stopped. A few tears leaked out every few minutes or
so, but I could handle that. It was just full-blown sobbing that I
didn't like.
About an hour later I gave up sitting in the
bedroom and made my way out into the living room. But Adam wasn't
there. A worried feeling started to sink in until I saw the bathroom
light on down the hall. I padded quietly down the hallway to the open
bathroom door and peered in. Adam was standing just inside the room,
staring at something when I wrapped my arms around his waist in a
tight embrace. Tears were slipping through my closed eyes as I
gripped him in a hug. He struggled to turn himself around so he was
facing me, and by this time, I was fully sobbing into Adam's
chest. "Baby," I whined, my voice cracking. "I'm
scared..." I heard him sigh, but it sounded more like he was
holding back tears.
"You're not the only one," he
whispered. He wrapped his arms around me and squeezed. I sniffed and
wiped the tears from my eyes, then looked up at him. He kissed my
head and smiled. "Go find a movie, Glitterbaby. I'll be out
soon." I nodded and walked back down the hallway, kneeling in
front of the various collection of DVD's ranging from comedy to
action, romance to horror. I eventually gave up on choosing a movie
and just settled on one of the movie channels on TV. And I couldn't
even choose on there, there was such a vast selection. I ended up
stopping on some sappy romance that I didn't even pay attention to.
It was what was on next I was interested in. So I just decided to
wait, killing time by picking at the already-chipped black nailpolish
on my fingers.
I heard the bathroom door open a few minutes
after I stopped paying attention to my nails and settled in on trying
to pay attention to the last remaining minutes of the movie. I looked
up as Adam walked over to where I was cuddled on the couch. "Hey
Babyboy," I said with a small smile, though refusing to make
eye-contact. I patted the seat beside me and he smiled, moving over
and sitting next to me. I pointed at the TV. "Velvet Goldmine is
starting in a few minutes..."
He laughed softly. "Is
that why you're watching the end of a sappy romance movie?" I
nodded, smiling. Adam hates these kinds of movies. But then again I
hated them too. Romance, I can handle. Sappy? Oh, hell no. But this
one wasn't as bad as some of the others I had seen before. I looked
up at him.
"It actually wasn't all that bad." He
chuckled lightly and made himself comfortable, snuggling into the
couch. I felt another smile creep its' way across my lips as I laid
down, my head resting in his lap and my legs curled up under a
blanket. His hand came to rest on the side of my head and his fingers
ended up twining into my hair. I laughed and looked up at him. Before
I could stop myself, I was looking into his eyes. But at that moment,
they didn't look angry. They looked... Beautiful. They sparkled in
the dim lighting of the condo like a thousand twinkling stars. I
wondered if he was holding back tears until he leaned down and kissed
me gently. I moaned and raised my head up so he wouldn't be leaning
over too far. I was soon sitting up on his lap, my hands tangled with
his hair as I deepened the kiss. I caught hold of his lower lip in my
teeth and pulled gently, making it his turn to moan. I let go as he
moved me so I was straddling him. He looked up and smiled, flashing
pearly white teeth. But I noticed that his canines looked more
elongated than before. But I didn't have a chance to ponder the
thought because his lips crashed down onto mine again. His tongue
slid in between my lips and roamed freely inside my mouth. I pulled
away for air before going back to the makeout. We battled for the
dominant role and I won. But my win was short-lived. He bit down my
lower lip and pain shot through it. A second later, I tasted blood.
I'm pretty sure Adam did too, because he suddenly pulled away with a
horrified look on his face. He dropped his head into his hands and
started shaking.
"Tommy, I'm sorry," he said. I
raised my hand up to my lip and gently touched it. Contact with it
hurt like hell and I pulled away quickly. I stifled a yelp when I saw
that my both my index and middle fingers were both covered in blood.
I raked my tongue over my lip and found the cut. It was very small,
I'd say about the size of a pinprick. But then... Why was it bleeding
so much? I wiped my mouth off with the back of my hand and saw that
the bleeding was already stopping. I did it again and saw that there
was nothing there. No blood. But Adam was still freaking out. I put a
not-bloodied hand on his shoulder and he looked up.
"Adam,
Baby, I'm fine," I whispered, pressing my forehead against his,
smiling softly. He closed his eyes and let out a sigh of
relief.
"Good. I though I did something really wrong
there for a second."
I laughed and kissed his cheek. "You
know very well that no matter what you do to me, I will always love
you."
I wasn't prepared for the sudden knock that came
on the door, nor the fact that Adam suddenly tensed up beneath me a
second before it happened. I frowned and got up and walked towards
the door. My hand was on the knob when Adam suddenly jumped up from
the couch.
"Don't open the door!" he shouted a
second too late. I had just barely opened it when it burst open and a
familiar face greeted me. It was the head scientist from the
labs.
"Dr. Charen?" I exclaimed, surprised that he
would show up here. And with six of the lab security guards behind
him. They were burly guys, too. I didn't get why he would bring them
along. "What are you doing here?"
"We've come
to collect the experiment," he sneered. "It was, sadly, a
failure. We have to get rid of it immediately."
"What
the fuck are you talking about? What expe-" I stopped midword.
It donned on me that it was the most recent one.
The one on
Adam.
The second my brain had thoroughly processed
this, I flipped. "What?! NO! You can't do this!!"
Charen
just laughed and made a motion with his hand. The security guards
rushed in past me and into the room where Adam was standing. I turned
to try to stop them but Charen knocked me to the side and pinned me
to the wall. I screamed at him to let me go but he wouldn't budge. I
frantically looked over to where Adam was and saw him struggling with
the six guards. Two were bloodied and unconscious on the floor while
the other four were still trying to grab him. They had backed him
into a corner and was now pinning him to the wall. One punched him
and his head drooped, he stopped struggling.
"NO!! YOU
BASTARDS!!" I screamed. "Let him go!!!"
One of
the guards looked up. "The van, Drake?"
Drake
nodded. "Yes."
I struggled to get out of Drake's
grasp but to no avail. They dragged Adam past me and Charen threw me
to the ground roughly. I quickly got up and ran after them.
"No!!
Adam!!!" I tripped on one of the steps and fell. I sat up and
stared at my Babyboy. He was awake and growling- literally- at the
guards and screaming as I was.
"Let me the fuck go!
Tommy!!!!" They threw him into the back of the van and jumped in
after him, slamming the doors shut as they sped off down the
street.
"NO!! ADAM!!!! NNOO!!!!" My heartbroken wail
echoed throughout the neighborhood, though nobody bothered to see
what was going on. I sat on the concrete steps and pounded the ground
with my fist while sobbing uncontrollably. My Babyboy was gone. And
it was all my fault.
~~
Chapter Eight
I had no idea what the fuck had happened. One minute, I was on the couch, cuddled with Tommy, and the next, 4 men were pinning me down, and Tommy was screaming. Now, I found myself in a fucking prison cell, pacing and feeling every ounce of sanity rush from my body.
I was only in there for about fifteen minutes before that psychopath decided to come and torment me. Motherfucker… this was all his fault. As he approached, I couldn’t help but howl at him. “You fucking bitch! Why did you take me from Tommy?!”
“Because you’re a failure. Useless. Scum on this planet, and you don’t deserve the freedom you had.” He twirled an amber liquid in a glass he held tightly between two fingers. The scent was strong, or at least to me, and I assumed it was brandy from about 1937. He slipped the liquid thru his lips and smirked at me. “You don’t deserve the place you hold in his heart. Just… Accept it. Get over it.”
I threw myself at the cell door and screamed at him. “You bitch!! Take that back!” I hissed, sliding my hand thru the cell door, reaching out to grab his shirt. He was barely a centimeter out of my reach, making rage boil in my system. Charen snapped his fingers and the guards in my cell rushed to me, pinning me down as another rushed shackles into the room. I felt a deep hiss escape my lips, and I snarled as they threw my arms into the cuffs, leaving me chained to the back wall.
A gruff laugh left Charen’s lips as he looked at me. His eyes filled with malice as he walked to the edge of the door of my prison, sliding something under the door. “Here, bitch. This should keep you company…” I snarled as the object slid just out of my reach, and a small gasp left my lips. It was… A photo of Tommy and I from our trip to New York… How the fuck did he get this!?
I tried to reach out to grab my precious memory, but the motherfucking chains wouldn’t let me. Why the hell was this bastard torturing me!? Why not just kill me or something? I mean, if I was a ‘failure’, why keep me around!?!?!? Rage built up inside of me, and I snarled at Charen again, gathering all of my strength into my arms and trying to rip the chains off of me. Of course, I failed.
“Fuck you…. Just… Fuck you!!!” I hissed, bearing my teeth at him, feeling sharp fangs scrape my lower lips. He let a throaty laugh escape his throat and I tried to lunge at him again, the chains restricting my movement and violently throwing me back against the wall.
“Go ahead… Keep trying to get out. You’ll only hurt yourself more..” He smirked and turned around, walking away at a slow pace. The guards left my cell and laughed at me as they slammed the door shut. The clanking of the metal sent shivers thru my body, and I hissed at them, ducking my head down.
Son of a bitch… I looked around as people passed by me, either laughing or paying no attention to me. My eyes shot from wall to wall as a tall woman in a uniform paced by the cell, a package in her hands. I could smell the contents from my position, and my mouth started to water. Blood… She looked to me, smirking slightly as she let her nail puncture the container and she dropped it next to the picture, yet again barely out of my reach. “Bitch..” I hissed, pulling at the chains for a few seconds before giving up and letting my arms go limp and fall as slacked as the chains would let them, and I fell to my knees.
All I wanted was to see Tommy again… Why couldn’t they just let me go and allow me to live with him? Was I really that bad of a failure? Fuck, what was I even failing at? I didn’t even know why I was here!!! I felt a few tears slide down my cheeks, and I hissed at myself, clearly displeased with how pathetic I was being.
I yanked at the chains, feeling them dig into my arm before I saw my own blood dripping down onto the floor, mixing with the tears sliding down my cheeks. The pain was unbearable, and I couldn’t hold my scream back. An agonized howl slipped out of my throat, and I threw my head down, my eyes burning.
The guards stood outside of my prison, laughing at me as they drank shots of vodka or whiskey. I was shocked to see this happening, seeing as every legal workplace banned alcohol on the job. Oh well… What about this place seemed fucking legal, anyway? I growled as more tears made a trail down my cheeks.
I was in fucking hell, wasn’t I?
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