I stuffed some teeth and an eyeball into my pocket. Leighton rolled his eyes at me as he looked around his garden one more time before shooting me an unimpressed look.
“I hope you’re going to clean this bloody mess up.” I shrugged and kicked a head towards a tree.
“I don’t do cleanups, you know that.”
“Once again, you piss me off.” He gave me the finger, and I threw my head back laughing.
“Lick it up, vampire boy,” I walk towards him.
He was as tall as me, with bright red hair, a pierced lip and a tattoo covering half of his face from his neck. He was a loner, preferred it that way, and he put up with me, and he doesn’t piss me off.
We crossed paths one night when he was arguing with some wolf girl at the border. I couldn’t help but watch when she kicked him square in the balls and told him to go and fucking himself with a stake. It was positively hilarious.
I asked him if I could do the same because I needed some entertainment after a shitty day, and he called me a psychotic asshole.
I took it as a compliment and then followed him home and never left.
It’s a beautiful friendship. We don’t talk about feelings, but we do bury bodies together, so I’d say that counts.
“Did you get your shit?” he asked, already annoyed with me, arms crossed like he was two seconds away from stabbing me.
“Obviously,” I said, patting my pocket. “Now I need to get back into Velmore. Been away from my little witch way too long.”
Just saying her name made my cock twitch.
I groaned, picturing her on her knees, lips parted, swallowing me whole. My cock throbbed in my pants, and I adjusted myself without shame, hungry for every inch of her, every sound she would make under me.
Leighton's head snapped down. “Oh, come the fuck on, Malrik.”
“What?” I said, smirking. “She’s fucking stunning, especially naked.”
“Jesus Christ,” he muttered, acting like I was the problem here. Not my fault, he refuses to have sex anymore and just scowls at everyone.
I rolled my neck, eyes half-lidded. “I swear I get hard every time I think of her. It’s not good for my cock. I miss her.”
Leighton looked like he wanted to drown me in holy water.
“You’re disgusting.”
“And hard,” I said proudly. “It’s love.”
Obsession. Love. Same thing, but maybe I shouldn’t tell this idiot before I tell the love of my life. Ah well.
He went to punch me, but I sidestepped with a chuckle.
“Don’t be jealous, we can find you someone. When was the last time you used that thing?”
“Shut up.”
He turned back to the bodies—or what was left of them—and I followed his line of sight. The hearts splattered across the dirt looked like crushed jelly. It was beautiful. Abstract art with a hint of intestine.
“It won’t be long till the king hears of this,” his voice was tight, bored. “You’ll need to leave. If he finds you—”
“I’m dead,” I finished for him, dragging a bloody hand through my hair. “Yeah, yeah. Same song, different fucking day.”
He shot me a look.
“I’m serious.”
