Kiss Me, Evil

Kiss Me, Evil

Flora_Winters

Disclaimer: I do not own Vampire Diaries and I’m not making any money here either. But, pretty boys will be harmed during the telling of this story. Abused boys are just prettier.

Summary: He used to be a nice schoolboy, but that soon changed. Now he’s all about revenge and the joys found therein. Eat your heart out, True Blood. No, really. Let Maryann do that. She makes a cruel pie. Language, MM, OC, Violence

Chapter One

It was wild and everything seemed to be spinning around in slow motion. There was the smell of liquor and drugs floating about on the hot summer breezes. Oversexed teenagers kissing and doing the nasty from within hidden folds of trembling bushes were the only things really normal that was going on.

Flames flickered and scorched logs popped as mist seemed to come rolling in. Like a serpent, the fog slithered over exposed tree roots, coiling about people’s dancing feet. They paid it little mind. It was only fog. What was there to be afraid of about a little fog?

And that was when he appeared. Tall, dark, and venomously good looking. Dressed to bite, arriving on the call of a crow.

Look at him
Look at me
That boy is bad
And honestly
He’s a wolf in disguise
But, I can’t stop staring in those evil eyes

But, Roki was too smart to look directly at him. In fact, it was nothing more than a passing glance. That was all he really needed to do. He continued dancing to the track and buzzing like a drunk bee from all the energy he was tapping into.

Like a spider, his invisible threads were glittering razor wire to his eyes, sticking into people, slicing through them, sucking them of the energy they were expending. People glowed all sorts of fascinating colors. Emerald and gold were what most people looked like to him, but the stranger, his energy was dark. Dark and bordering on violet, and he couldn’t tap into it. Not at all.

That boy is a monster
M-M-M-Monster
That boy is a monster
M-M-M-Monster
That boy is a monster
Er-er-er-er

The guy walked right through his webs as if he were a pale phantom, untouched and looking to be extremely bored. This only intrigued him all the more. Here was someone he couldn’t tap into.

What are you?

With a silent snap of his fingers, the webs shattered like twinkling glass, and he began walking off into the darkness, away from the music and fornication. Looking at his watch, he realized that he really did need to get home before his mom did. Late nights at the hospital were not so late night anymore.

Jumping over a log, skipping across a tiny bubbling brook, diving under a nest of ivy, he came to a grove of pine trees.

“Going somewhere?” A deep, dangerous voice asked from within the shadow of a large pine.

No human should have a voice that wonderful.

“Yes I am,” he answered, peering into the shadows with his blue eyes.

A soft chuckle. It reminded him of snow under starlight. Cold and more distant than the moon’s silver shores.

Suddenly, as if out of nowhere, he instantly got that feeling like there was someone now standing directly behind him. A chill ran down his spine when he felt warm breath tickle the back of his exposed neck.

Did this guy have a friend? There was no way he could be at the tree and then right behind him. It was impossible. Nothing could move that fast…nothing…human.

“You know,” the voice spoke once more, coming directly from behind him. “I normally don’t go for those who have their genitals on the outside.”

Roki rolled his eyes at that. Could anyone say something anymore stupid than that? He didn’t think it possible, but here it was.

“Then don’t,” he told him, beginning to walk forwards again, doing his best to get over just how freaked out he really was.

A large hand snatched his left wrist, spinning him around so fast it stole his breath and made him dizzy. Struggling out of reflex, he realized the guy’s grip was like iron. He was going nowhere.

It was so dark, he couldn’t see the taller guy’s face, but he could see his dark energy. Violet and poisonous. It was tall, dark, and venomously good looking.

“You have a mouth on you,” tall, dark, and venomously good looking told him, grinning with really white teeth. His lips were red and monstrously seductive. “What else can you do with it besides biting speech?”

How was he going to get himself out of this one? He was too far away from the party and even if somebody heard his shouting, they would be too stoned to help him.

“Let go of me,” he said, getting a good whiff of the guy’s scent.

He smelled really good. Crisp and clean. An undertone of primal too, almost like some sweet scented earth.

“Do you really want me to?”

That hand was roaming lower and lower.

Roki’s blue eyes narrowed into slits when his left butt cheek was squeezed rather harshly. It hurt.

“No,” he hissed between gritted teeth. “I want you to keep squeezing until my ass falls off.”

That laughter again. It made his head spin.

He was suddenly on the ground, flat on his back, hands over his head. The breath had been knocked from his lungs and he wheezed for air.

The guy was looming over him. Those eyes were glowing in the darkness. Two orbs filled with a ghostly radiance, pinning him to the ground.

So terribly alluring.

Breath tickled his throat, warm and sweeter than sugar. A feathery soft tongue licked his Adam’s apple.

I wanna just dance
But he took me home instead
Uh, oh!
There was a monster in my bed
We French kissed on a subway train
He tore my clothes right off
He ate my heart and then he ate my brain

Oh my god. I’m going to get raped. This bastard is going to rape me. ME!

He suddenly began to laugh. “All you had to do was buy me dinner.”

He was scared out of his damn mind.

Tall, dark, and venomously good looking loomed back just an inch, still gazing at him with those blazing eyes.

“Dinner?”

He nodded, trying to keep the fear he was feeling from reaching his eyes.

“Hmm,” his would-be rapist hummed, suddenly on his feet. “I’ll let you go…this time.”

Roki blinked.

A rustle of leaves and tall, dark, and venomously good looking was gone.

Roki slowly sat up, picking a dead leaf from his golden hair, looking this way and that. He was all alone.

The call of a crow made him look up. There it was, looking down at him. Two amber eyes, wings like Death’s, wielding talons that could take a man’s nose off.

Stumbling to his feet, he began to wipe forest debris off him.

“JERK!” He shouted at the top of his lungs, sending the crow darting off at warp speed.

He had never been so scared and so insulted in his life.

If I ever see that douche again, I’m gonna…he’s gonna…POW! Right to the MOON!

Turning around, he tripped over a fallen tree, landing on his hands and knees with a grunt. Hissing in slight pain, he lifted up his left hand.

In the pale light, beaming down through the dancing leaves, he saw that he was bleeding. He had cut himself on some broken glass. It didn’t look to be too deep, but he was bleeding and that was bad enough.

“I hate blood,” he whispered to himself, fighting not to get lightheaded from seeing it.

“Roki!” A loud voice shouted, echoing in the distance. “Where did you go?”

He looked up. Well, this was just wonderful. He had been hoping he could sneak away without having to say goodnight to him.

“Roki!”

The concerned voice was closer now.

“I’m over here, Caleb!” He shouted back, rising to his feet for the second time.

Twigs snapped under racing feet and leaves rustled.

“What are you doing all the way out here for?” The dark headed teen asked, parting a thick honeysuckle bush, stepping through.

He quickly lied. “I need some air.”

The taller teen snorted. “We’re partying in the woods, surrounded by trees that produce lots of air.”

Roki looked away from him. “Quit it with your smartness. The other jocks will get jealous.”

“Are you all right?” Caleb asked in concern, snatching hold of his injured hand. “You’re bleeding.”

He could feel a tiny bead of sweat trailing down his smooth cheek. “Yes, I am.”

He hissed in pain when something wet was poured over his wound. It stung like hell.

“Calm down, you big baby,” Caleb laughed at him. “It is only beer.”

He tossed the empty bottle over his shoulder.

“And litterers like you are the reason I’m bleeding in the first place,” Roki snapped at him with pearly whites, showing him the broken glass at their feet.

“Hmm,” Caleb nodded, looking down as well. “Maybe we can earn some extra credit in biology if I tell Mr. Davis this part of the forest could use a good de-glassing.”

Roki’s eyes widened just a little bit when Caleb ripped the sleeve to his shirt off.

“Here,” the captain of the swim team said. “Let me tie this around your palm.”

Roki allowed him to do so.

“Why are you so nice to me, Cal?”

Deep green eyes sparkled.

“Am I supposed to be mean to my boyfriend?”

Roki smiled, stepping closer to the taller boy.

“You look really spooked,” Caleb said, looking around. “Did something happen out here besides you falling?”

Roki nodded. “A stupid bunny jumped out at me.”

Caleb cocked his head to the side. “A bunny?”

“A really big bunny,” Roki went on. “It had glowing red eyes, dripping fangs, and blood splattered all over its white fur.”

Caleb gasped. “No.”

“Uh huh,” Roki nodded, wrapping his arms around him. “I thought it was gonna get me, but luckily it had no taste for clumsy boys.”

Caleb laughed, wrapping his muscular arms around his slender waist, pulling the shorter teen against his broad chest. “It is a good thing you are clumsy then, because I don’t think even I would stand a chance against something as formidable as a bunny.”

“Take me home?” Roki asked, looking up at him. “My mom will be home soon.”

“Hmm,” Caleb pondered, grinning like a devilish wolf. “I’ll take you home, but I will require a kiss in order to get you there before your mother.”

“A kiss?” Roki asked, pushing away just a little bit. “But, my good Sir. I am sworn to chastity. My goddess will exact a terrible and swift revenge on the one who should touch my fair lips with his own.”

Caleb cocked a dark brow. “Not if it is true love.”

“Do you wish to take that chance, kind Sir?” Roki asked, grinning from ear to ear.

“On second thought,” Caleb grinned right back. “Methinks perhaps you should kiss me, little seducer.”

Roki did just that.

He loved kissing Caleb. The guy had the kind of lips you just wanted to nibble on and bruise.

“All right,” Caleb said, pulling back from the kiss, sounding just a bit aggrieved . “Let’s get you home before your mother pulls out the wire hanger.”

Roki laughed, letting Caleb lead him by his uninjured hand.

Looking back, a shiver ran down his spine.

Who the hell had that guy been?

“Want some ice cream?” Caleb asked.

He looked up at him, nodding his head.

“Chocolate.”

He didn’t see the tall shadow lean down pick up a piece of bloodstained glass, and lick it.

Red lips smirked.

OOOOO

“Mystic Falls?”

“Yes,” his mother told him for the fifth time. “That’s where I’m being transferred to.”

“Mystic Falls?”

“Stop doing that.” His mother snapped at him. “Yes.”

“What do you do at work all night?” He asked, pouting, putting his hands on his hips. “Play Dungeons and Dragons?”

She got that annoyed look on her face. “It is a very nice town.”

“Oh, I don’t doubt that for a minute,” he said, turning his back on her. “Just like I don’t doubt for a minute that Whitney has stopped lacing her pot with crack.”

The sarcasm could have set the curtains ablaze.

“The pay is better,” his mother went on, doing her best to convince him it was for the best. “A lot better. I wouldn’t have to say no to your shopping sprees as often.”

He spun around, eyes all gaga. “Why aren’t we on the road already?”

Once again, the sarcasm was like dripping acid.

“I will be the head doctor,” she told him.

“You already are the head doctor,” he growled. “And stop trying to get inside mine.”

“The house will be bigger,” she told him. “A house fit for a queen.”

He rolled his eyes. “Funny. You should be a character on South Park.”

“I know you’re going to miss Caleb,” she told him, walking over to him, resting her gentle hands on his shoulders. “He can come visit during Christmas, spring break, and summer vacation.”

Stepping away from her touch, he turned around.

“You don’t get it,” he said, running his hands through his blond locks. “Gay relationships don’t survive long distances. They hardly survive two weeks in the same city.”

“You and Caleb have been seeing each other for two years now,” she said. “And the two of you have been best friends ever since you were old enough to pull each other’s shorts down at the pool.”

“I’m not leaving him,” he said, crossing his arms. “You’ll have to drag me kicking, screaming, hissing, and clawing.”

His mother bit the inside of her jaw, nodding her head. “I got rope.”

His nostrils flared. “I’m not going.”

“I’m selling the house,” she went on. “In fact, it has done been bought.”

His jaw hit the floor.

He quickly turned his head, looking at the doorway into the kitchen. Before his dad had died in that car crash, he used to measure how tall he was by making marks on the wood. There were smiley faces and little hearts as well.

Walking over, he gripped the wood with his hands, put his right foot up against the other side, and pulled with all his might.

“What are you doing?” His mother yelped in surprise.

The wood gave way and he stumbled back with the plank in hand.

“If I have to go,” he snapped, turning around, knocking everything off the dining table with the long plank. The sound of shattering glass filled him with a sick joy. “Then this is going with me.”

“You broke our kitchen,” she snapped in anger.

“It isn’t our kitchen anymore,” he said, walking by her with the plank. “You sold it.”

“I ought to bust your butt, little boy,” she threatened.

He glared at her. “You’ll have to get Caleb’s permission first.”

The look on her face was kind of scary. He pretended it didn’t bother him.

“Look,” she said, calming down a bit. “This is something we’re just going to have to get through…together, Roki. This is a wonderful opportunity.”

“For you!” He yelled, holding the plank close. “What about me?”

“You have no friends!” She snapped. “And you and Caleb have to secretly see each other! What do you have, but what I give you?”

He stumbled back, stung and hurt by her words. They rang so terribly loud and so terribly, terribly true.

“This is just a house, baby,” she soothed, looking like she was very sorry for what she had just blurted out. “We can do so much better. I want so much more for you. You deserve better, so much better.”

“Caleb loves me,” he whispered, tears stinging his eyes, threatening to fall. “It isn’t his fault. People hate fags, mom. He has too much to lose.”

She quickly took him in her arms, holding him tight and warm.

“I know,” she said, kissing the top of his head. “I know, baby. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that. I’m tired. You’re tired.”

“I have friends,” he lied, hurting himself all the more.

“If they knew the real you, sweetheart,” she cooed, kissing the top of his head again. “Would they still be your friends?”

A tear fell.

He knew the answer, but he refused to speak it aloud.

“I love you,” she told him. “I accept you. I accept all of you, baby. But, could you and Caleb really…I mean really…”

The truth burned like a dagger in his heart.

Caleb was popular. Everyone loved him. He was the golden boy.

Excellent swimmer, rich and powerful family, a full scholarship to any college, straighter than a ruler in the eye of the public. He would be destroyed if he ever came stepping out of that dark closet as a homosexual. It would cost him everything.

“All right,” he whispered, letting the end of the white plank touch the ground. “All right…”

“Go take a shower,” she told him. “And after that I’ll doctor your hand again.”

He nodded, doing as he was told.

OOOOO

Roki felt numb.

“Ben saw us kissing last night,” Caleb told him. “I had to play it off that he was stoned out of his mind.”

Numb to the bone. He felt as if there was ice water flowing through his chilled veins. He felt like winter.

Light reflecting from the azure pool shimmered all around him. Shadows danced across his pale face.

“I’ve been thinking…”

“I’m moving,” Roki suddenly cut in, not about to be the one to get dumped.

To his hidden horror, a look of sudden relief went quickly swimming across those green eyes.

“My mom has been transferred to some town called Mystic Falls,” he went on. “We’re moving at the end of the month.”

“I see,” Caleb said, sounding upset.

It was fake. Roki knew he was going to play it off as tragic and terrible. He would rant and rave about not wanting him to go, hold him close, kiss him roughly, and quickly come up with a plan for them to run away into the woods and eat berries and rabbits.

But, Caleb did none of that.

“I don’t think we should see each other anymore,” Roki continued, playing the bad guy. “It is too risky and I’m moving. I don’t want to cause you to lose face and your scholarship. Ben isn’t the type of person to just let something like this go. He will poke and pry until he finds what he’s looking for. He is jealous of your talents and your status. He’d love nothing more than to see you humiliated for being a faggot.”

Scare him, Roki. Scare him away.

Caleb roughly pulled him to his feet, shaking him rather violently.

“Do not call me that!” He hissed in his face. “Don’t ever call me that. I am not a faggot.”

Roki looked away from him. “What am I then?” He whispered.

Light danced with shadow.

“You’re were my best friend,” Caleb whispered, turning his broad back on him.

The past tense slapped him across the face. It hit him hard enough to draw tears.

“What we had was nice, Roki,” the taller teen went on. “But…it wouldn’t have gone anywhere. I’m too…”

“True love,” Roki chuckled, playing with a stray golden lock.

The dark headed teen turned, looking at him with those green eyes of his.

Something deep within the blond cracked just a little more.

He began walking away.

“Roki?”

He waved with his injured hand, leaving it all behind him. At least that’s what he thought he was doing.

“I’m skipping out today,” he said, opening up the glass door. “I have to start packing.”

The door closed behind him.

When he walked around the corner, he took off running as fast as he could. He had to get away before he broke completely down.

He ran into the bathroom and locked himself in the stall farthest from the door. He couldn’t stop the tears from streaming down his flushed cheeks.

He hated Caleb for not running after him and telling him that he was all wrong for saying what he had said. His heart hurt so much. He must have sat there for an hour.

Washing his face with cold water, he looked at his reflection in the mirror. He looked like a ghost. There was no warmth in his sky blue eyes. They looked as unforgiving as a stormy sea.

His cell phone buzzed in his back pocket and he quickly snatched it free, looking with wide eyes that fell harder than a crashing meteor. It was his mom. Not Caleb.

Taking a deep breath, flicking a loose strand of blond radiance behind a slightly pointy ear, he adorned his snowy persona. He was going to need it if he was going to walk home in this heat. But first, he was going to suck some energy.

In a way, it was a good thing he was moving. Tall, dark, and venomously good looking wouldn’t have to suffer his righteous wrath should they meet again.

Those ghostly eyes danced in his memory, making him shiver.

He sniffed, suddenly smelling Caleb’s citrus cologne. The guy loved Ed Hardy.

“Caleb?” He asked, turning around.

There was no reply.

He turned back to the mirror and a clawed hand seized hold of his heart. He stumbled back with his hand over his mouth, muffling his scream the best he could.

Caleb was in the mirror, looking back at him. He was bloody and his clothes were torn. He had glass in his bruised and battered face. Flesh hung from broken, shattered bone.

His cell phone buzzed again, causing him to really scream. He looked back at the mirror and the apparition was gone.

His breathing was ragged as he wiped the sweat from his forehead.

“Hello? Mom?”

“Sweetheart,” his mother’s voice came over the line. “Sweetheart, where are you at?”

“In the school bathroom,” he answered, shivering and terrified. “What is it?”

“Honey,” she said, taking a deep breath. “There has been an accident.”

He suddenly felt frozen.

“Baby,” his mom said. He could hear shouting in the background. “Caleb was…”

He listened to every word, but it was as if they were echoing from someplace far, far away. He might as well have been standing on the moon.

The cell phone slipped from his trembling hand, tears stung his eyes, and something deep within him shattered like a mirror. He stumbled three steps out of the bathroom, fell to his knees, and screamed at the top of his lungs just as a teacher stepped from the lounge across the hallway.

He fell over onto his side, holding himself as if he were suffering from a stomach ache and just screamed.

“Roki!” Mr. Davis shouted, racing for him, going down on his knees beside him. “What is it? What’s wrong? Tell me.”

Doors all down the hall opened, heads peeping out. He saw them. He saw them all. And he wanted to kill them. They were the reason. They were all the reason.

“Answer me, Roki,” Mr. Davis said, struggling with him, trying to keep him from clawing his face off. “Are you hurt? Where does it hurt?”

He was too crazed to answer. He wanted their blood. If it wasn’t for their closed mindedness, Caleb wouldn’t have had to hide. He’d still be alive. They’d be in biology with each other right now, throwing spit wads at Mr. Davis’ back.

“Somebody help me!” Mr. Davis shouted. “Don’t just stand there like a bunch of idiots, at least act like you have some intelligence. Help me with him!”

Exhausted, he collapsed in on himself, still and limp.

“Roki?” His biology teacher asked in surprise, looking as if he expected some sort of sneak attack on his being.

He looked up at Mr. Davis, bottom lip trembling.

“He…he’s…he’s dead…”

His teacher picked him up, carrying him down the hall, passing people he knew. They were all gawking and whispering.

“Has he gone mad?”

“Drugs most likely.”

“His mom is a doctor. I bet she gives him all the good stuff.”

“Who is dead?”

“Drama, drama, drama. He should have joined theatre.”

“Did someone die?”

He looked at their faces. He could see them, but they looked as if they were all standing in a swirling fog.

Mr. Davis didn’t look too happy.

Teachers were trying to get their students back into their rooms.

“Who, Roki?” He asked, carrying him into the office. “Who is dead?”

The secretary, Miss Marshall rose to her feet.

“What happened?” She asked. “Did he pass out from the blood again?”

The principal came racing in.

“What is going on? I heard screaming.”

“Who is dead, Roki?” Mr. Davis asked once more, putting him down on the nurse cot.

He curled up on his side, in the fetal position. He closed his eyes, doing his very best to wish them all away and for Caleb to come hold him.

More teachers were coming in.

“Go away,” he whispered, curling up even tighter. “Just go away.”

A phone began to ring and then multiple phones began to ring.

“Mrs. Mayhart,” Miss Marshall quickly said. “Mr. Leeway is on the line and he is…”

“Roki!” A loud voice shouted.

But, he was too close to the edge and just fell right on over. He didn’t even feel when he hit bottom.

TBC…

Note: I just started watching Vampire Diaries and actually fell in love with the show. I love how Damon made fun of Twilight. I can’t hate this show now. Anything that makes fun of Twilight, is something I love.

Please review and tell me what you think. I’m not sure what Roki (species wise) is at the moment, but I do know it isn’t anything nice. At least, not now anyway.

I heart Damon. He is so wicked, you want to hate his handsome guts, but he is so funny, you can’t let yourself. What to do? Oh, what to do?

Oh! I know!

Edward: “I am a vampire. Grrr.”

Damon: *Bites out Edward’s throat and then bitch slaps him with it. “I am a vampire and you’re a dead glitterbug.”

Song lyrics belong to Lady Gaga. Damon is a monster. A very sexy monster. I’d let him rip my clothes off any day.

-Flora