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<TW: swearing, slight blood, angst, if you're not aloud to, or are uncomfortable with the subject of swearing and blood, don't read this chapter.

On another note, Bloodmoon is definitely OOC in this chapter and we apologize for that, we got lazy and gave up on doing his little poetic sentences,  and we adjusted it so there's no weird change of the way he talks. We also had to make him be OOC so that you, the reader can have a more romantic tension with him.>

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Song: Angry Too [Explicit]
By: Lola Blanc

You felt distant as you listened to your father scream about minor inconveniences that happened in his work space.
His short temper rubbing off on you.
You wanted to spit in his face and pour your steaming mug of coffee down the back of his shirt.

He always did this, ranting about simple things, and whenever you or your sister needed to rant as well he just yelled at us to shut the hell up and suck it up.
That we were young adults and we should learn to grow the fuck up.

As if he ever did if he was acting this.

I buried the unseemly urges
Deep down in the ground with the roots

You used to have a tendency to get into fights with people at school, they often end up with a broken limb or with a bloody nose.

You've been trying to forget your past violence issues and learn to live with a calm and thoughtful mindset.

But since you've been kicked out of your appartment and had to move back in with your father, the hopes of that ever coming true, have dwindled.

But it's all coming up to the surface

Recently, you've been having urges of murderous intent, it greatly concerned your sister.
She even got you a new therapist to try to relax your nerves.

But. .

After a mere two weeks the therapist quit, claiming they needed to get their own therapist and that you should be forced into a straightjacket for these. . Intrusive thoughts.

Of course nobody believed them, you're known for helping others with tasks they needed done but couldn't complete themselves. You are the 'goodie-two-shoes' of your work group.

Maybe it's getting ready to bloom

You recently got a job as a receptionist for the daycare at The Mega Pizzaplex.
It's pretty sweet if you don't say so yourself.
Good pay, nice coworkers. Everything anyone could think of for their dream job.

The manager was a bit of a jerk, but you could handle it. He made you do other tasks that were irrelevant to your position. You didn't mind too much though, you actually liked having something to do, to keep your mind off of.. those thoughts.

And I don't wanna be a monster in the making

There have been a few break-ins over the last few months, there was even a shooter, he killed 3 and wounded 5.
Luckily, he was apprehended.

Your boss gave you a gun to protect yourself and the children in the daycare with, incase anything were to happen.
Just looking at the gun made you sick, but not in the way you'd think.

Touching it made you shudder.
'I could kill someone so easily with this..'

Of course you never said your thoughts about it aloud to anyone. You would most definitely get fired if you did.

I don't wanna be more bitter than sweet

You preferred it to be hidden in the drawer of your desk, pretending it didn't exist.
But it came to mind whenever there was an irritating parent.

You knew that these thoughts were wrong. . . so incredibly wrong. .

But whenever you tried to ignore them, they grew worse and more desperate. Which is why you used them for other less. . harming hobbies.

I don't know how to be just standing by blankly

After a long stressful day of dealing with a persistent and aggressive karen-mother. And having to call security to get them away from you before something bad happened.

You were stiff and uncomfortable for the rest of the day trying so hard not to think about it.

You decided to stay at the plex longer, to cool down before you have to deal with your father's bitching at home.

Not getting angry

You take a long sip from your chilled can of cherry fazcola.
Sighing as you set it on your desk.

You heard muffled mumbling a few rooms away, your fingers twitched with anticipation of what might happen.
You grew bored and got up to see what was happening.

You walk into the Montgomery Gator Golf lobby and see two lanky figures. One was black and blue, with a glowing white face, while the other mainly consisted of shades of red and black.

The Blue one referred to the other as Bloodmoon. Which was an odd name in itself. They seemed to rhyme with their words as they spoke.

You found it intimidating and enticing. His voice was raspy and deep, but what caught your interest was that it was dripping with bloodlust.

'Cause another and another coming up out of the gutter

Bloodmoon seemed frustrated that they couldn't kill anyone. He tried to attack the Blue one a couple of times before giving up and grumbling about it.

You chuckled quietly at his somewhat immature aura.

The glowing one offered bags of blood to keep Bloodmoon satisfied and asked which blood type was his favorite. It ended up being type 0 at which you sweatdropped at his pickyness.

After a while of talking, the two split up to go their separate ways. You turned around to head back to your desk and clean up to go home for the night.

'Til I'm drowning in an ocean of entitled motherfuckers

But as soon as you start walking you feel a fierce pair of eyes glare at you from inside the greenery of Gator Golf.

You feel a shiver go down your spine and speed up so you can leave this unnerving place faster.
As soon as you reach your desk you start packing up your stuff into your purse.

This place has some deeper shit that you don't feel like worrying about right now, and you honestly don't care too much. It basically made you fit the Pizzaplex even more.

And they're pushing all my buttons
But they never seem to wonder why
Another and another, ask each other

You freeze in your tracks as you feel a hot breath on the back of your neck.
You whip around to see who it was and your eyes catch the stare of a pair of brilliant bright glowing red ones.

You stare back, deapan at Bloodmoon and then turn back to your stuff, continuing to pack up.

His eyebrows furrow at the lack of a scream coming from you.

"Who are you, pathetic humanoid, and why were you listening to our conversation. ." He interrogated you, with a threatening tone.

You merely shrugged, too tired to respond to his somewhat insulting question. 'I'm not that pathetic of a human, am I?'

You reluctantly take the gun out of your desk drawer and set it in the bottom of your purse, as one of the managers had requested for you to do.
Saying as a few of the workers here were getting harassed when coming home from work.

Bloodmoons eyes stick to the gun like glue until it's out of sight.
He chuckles darkly.

"One such as simple-minded as you should not be carrying around a weapon such as that. It doesn't fit you." He pointed out to you bluntly as if you weren't capable of shooting him right then and there.

Does it get your blood boiling? Does it make you see red?

You smile half-heartedly at him and tilt your head slightly. "You really should watch your tongue sir, one day it might get cut off."

He seems taken aback by your statement but them leans forward, intriged by your strange comment.

Do you wanna destroy it? Does it get in your head?

He smiles sinisterly at you and leans on your desk watching your movements.

"Aren't you supposed to have gone home by now? Surely your family would be worried if you suddenly went missing. ." He glances at his claws then to you with a devious smirk.

You blink at him unamused. "My father couldn't care less, he probably wants me to get the hell out of his house at this point. My sister might be shaken up by it, but she'll get over it. Everybody has to get over a loss at one point in their lives."

'Cause it gets my blood boiling, and I'm coming unglued

You lend him one of your unbothered smiles and sigh. "Don't get me wrong though, I don't feel suicidal or self hatred or anything like that, just resentful to people who act like my father."

His eyebrows raise and his eyelids droop slightly at your words. His smirk resting on his face.

"Well that's a pity, I could've have had one hell of time tearing your flesh apart piece by piece, devouring your blood." He chuckles at you and rests his head in his hands, leaning on your desk with his elbows.

You shrug at his desires. "Too bad for you  then I guess, cause I've gotta go sleep for 2 hours, eat diseases in a bowl with orange juice, and listen to my father cuss out some random toddler he saw earlier today."

He blinks uncertainly at what you described your mornings to be like, for once at a loss for words.
You set your hand on his shoulder and sigh.

"Look, I have needs too, and a desire to live and thrive in this despicable world. So go slaughter my manager or something, he doesn't do shit." You suggest to him.

It would hit you like poison if you knew what I knew

After a moment he grins at you. "You don't care if someone you know dies? How peculiar of you. I like you."

You laugh at him and start walking towards the building exit. "I'm flattered but I really must be going. I Don't want to be locked in here."

He watches you walk out of the doors and into the parking lot.
He turns away and puts a hand to his chin in thought.

'Peculiar indeed. . .'

You would be angry too

Pulling into one of the empty employee parking spots at the back of the building you lock your car and head to the daycare lobby where your desk is located.

You set down your bag and take a sip of your starbucks drink.
You take out your supplies and set up the charts for signing kids in and out of the daycare along with some company pens in a metal cup next to the clipboard.

Making sure everything is where it should be, neat and tidy you lean back in your chair and stretch your back.

You open your eyes to look up and see a figure in the rafters above you. Glowing eyes watching you.

You scowl and give him a 'what the absolute fuck do you think you're doing here' look. And you hear him faintly chuckle at your frustration.

Whoever the fuck this dude thinks he is, you don't like the thought of him falling on you from that height.
You secretively mouth 'get the hell out of here' to him while making a gesture with your hands for him to shoo.

Of course he didn't and instead sat on a rafter, swinging his legs gleefully at your displeasure.

I'm seeing through crimson sunglasses

After the day ended and everyone left the building you stuck by your desk waiting for Bloodmoon to get down from the rafters so you can tell him off.

You didn't expect him to just jump down and land on his feet like a cat. You figured he would have fallen and broke something.
After him showing off you just stared at him with crossed arms giving him an 'are you done yet?' look.
Making him pout playfully at you.

I'm breathing and counting to ten

"I could have killed some of those trashy parents with such ease, you wouldn't have to deal with their shit anymore if I did." He boasted to you with a smirk.

You roll your eyes but give him a small smile at the thought of him potentially looking out for you while you were busy with work. It made your insides feel fuzzy.

You look to the side awkwardly, unsure of what you should take these feelings as, while he continues boasting about all the ways he could kill those irritating people.

After a few moments he realizes that you weren't listening to him and snarled at you quietly but then stopped himself. You seemed distant and unsure of yourself, a tint of light pink rested on your face and ears.
He interally scowled at the thought of you liking anyone other than him but refused to show it.

I guess I'm fresh out of free passes,

"You seem to have something- or someone on your mind.. who is the unlucky loser?" He sneers at you with a  small questioning smirk.

You pause and turn to face him with a confused look on your face.
"What are you talking about?? I wasn't thinking of anyone at all."

He frowns slightly at your hesitance to tell him.

"Your face is pink. Doesn't that mean you were thinking of someone?" He points at your face and looks at you impatiently for your real answer.

You stare at his accusing finger pointed at your face, nearly touching your nose. Your expression of concern from how close his finger is to your face, switches to bewilderment at the realization that your face was warm.

You immediately cover your cheeks with your hands and turn your face away from bloodmoon. "Er- no, I was thinking of an embarrassing time I had once.."

He stares at you with furrowed eyebrows. Why were you lying to him? There no point to hide anything from him, he'll find out soon anyways.

They'll pay if it happens again

He lifts his hand up and gently grasps your chin, making you look at him. He had moved closer to you in order to do so.

So when you looked at him, his face was just barely a foot away from yours.

You froze and stared at his glowing eyes, captivated by the look he was giving you, it was concerned, frustrated,  and annoyed, but it also held a hint of care along with something you couldn't quite pinpoint.
It gave you butterflies, nervous and flustered ones.

"Don't lie to me, you're obviously thinking of someone. Who. Is. It?"
He glared at you, catching your anxious gaze at his face.

You look away from him entirely and nervously stare at the cup of pencils to the side of us on your desk.
He growls but his irritation fades as he watches your face grow a deeper shade of pink at the interaction.

It hits him like a ton of bricks, but in a good way. The corners of his mouth lift into a sly smirk. He edges closer to your face with narrowed eyes, chuckling at his realization.

And I don't wanna drink the venom they made me

Upon hearing him chuckle you sweatdrop, uncertain at what he found funny. He lets go of your face and backs up, his arms trailing to his sides.

You raise a brow at this, relaxing from the tension you had from being so close to him. You look back to him and tilt your head nervously. What was he doing?

I don't wanna be controlled by the past

He smirks at you and shrugs. "Alright then, doesn't matter if you don't want to tell me yourself, I already know."

His words only brought you more confusion. But you doubt he would answer if you asked asked him what he meant by that.

He waved at you slightly. "See you tomorrow."

After he said his farewell, he slinked away into the shadows in the direction of Gator Golf. Where you suspected that he 'lived'.
<When I wrote 'slinked away' I was like; '🤣🤣🤣 mans built like a slinky'>

Boy if you were me, could you really blame me?

You drove home with his words replaying in your mind. 'I already know' what does he know though? Do you even know yourself??

You shook it from your thoughts and continued driving home.
Your sister was waiting on the couch in the living room. She rose an eyebrow at you.

"Why have you been getting home so late for the past couple of days now?" She questions you.

You looked to the side guiltily, you know that you should tell her about what was on your mind but you're not sure that she would understand.
You look up to her face and sigh.

"I'm sorry that I've been coming in later than usual,  dad's words have just really been getting on my nerves and I need some more time away from him to focus on my well-being."

Would make you crazy

She let lose her own sigh and brought her hand up to pinch the bridge of her nose. "I haven't been making sure that you are emotionally comfortable and I deeply apologize for that, but you need to let me know of something is bothering you, okay..?"

You look into her eyes, they seem so somber. You slide own gaze down to meet the floor sheepishly.
She stands from the couch and sets her hand on your shoulder, stroking it with her thumb reassuringly.

"Dad's health has been declining and I doubt it's going to get any better from here. He used to be such a fun person. You know this, but you've been avoiding him like the plague. You know that he doesn't mean to be this way.. he's not gonna be here forever. You should really-"

"No." You interrupt her.
"He might not mean it, but he does it anyways. If he didn't mean it, then he wouldn't do it. He needs to think about what he says before he says it."

'Cause another and another coming up out of the gutter

"I don't understand how he doesn't get that." You shake your head.

Your sister stares at you resentfully.
She frowns at your retaliation against her and father. You go to your room and slam the door behind you, leaning against it, you slide to the floor and cover your mouth before a sob can escape. . .

'Til I'm drowning in an ocean of entitled motherfuckers

The next morning you completely walk past your sister when she offered you breakfast. Ignoring her and your father, yelling at you to come back and apologize.
You get into your car and drive off.

Your first stop is McDonalds. You get 3 apple strudels and a coffee, despite the coffee being rather trashy as far as coffee goes. You exit the drive thru and speed off to your workplace.

Your tense muscles relaxing after a bit.
You speed walk to your desk and drop the coffee cup and small paper bag of your 'breakfast' onto the desktop.
You sigh and sit in the swivel chair. You lean back and glance at the rafters above you, you don't see anything at first. But your gaze wanders farther north and you see two red eyes watching you from afar.

Bloodmoon carefully hops from beam to beam over to the rafter above your head. That must have been how he got there in the first place.
You shyly wave at him and he grins down at you.
He winks and then sits down on the rafter, awaiting for the day to be over even though, it just hardly started.

And they're pushing all my buttons
But they never seem to wonder why
Another and another, ask each other

You feel a stare that's not familiar. You look and notice one of those part-time teen hires, they were mopping the floor. Once they see you catch their stare, they smirk and wink with a wave then continues on their job. Throughout the rest of the day you could feel their eyes on you and Bloodmoon's murderous aura grew more intimidating each passing minute.

As the announcement for the people to get out of the building for closing time chimes through the intercoms you hear the teen hire walking up to you.

You scowl but hide your displeasure. He chuckles and stops within 2 feet of you. You can already tell that he's a space invader. Bloodmoon seems about ready to crush this guy but you hold up a hand, telling him to chill out while you deal with it. He relaxes but is still visibly very pissed.

"Can I have your number? You're pretty hot and

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