2p EnglandXreader: Not Human pt 6

Before you had a chance to turn around, your waist and arms were roughly grasped in strong hands, holding you completely still. You tried to struggle with your legs, but they were soon lifted from the ground, rendering them useless.

You whimpered and struggled as you heard a laugh from your attacker. “You smell good babe, who are you here with?” he roughly grabbed your chin and turned your face toward him.

His left ear was missing most the shell (no doubt from a fight), while the other looked like it was halfway put into a shredder. His large shark grin was missing a tooth, and his piercing red eyes gleamed with mischief, with a dark red fire behind them. His dark auburn hair fluttered toward you, shifting the sunglasses on his head. The white shirt he wore had blood stains on it, and his brown bomber jacket smelled like it hadn’t been washed in a while.

You gasped when the memory of Oliver telling you to stay away from one with such description. Ignoring your protest, the beast tipped your head back and looked at the mark on your throat. “Oliver’s eh?” he smirked “Well we’ll just have to fix that, just need to take off the ribbon.”

“Y-you can’t just take it off! It’s like a tattoo, it’s in my skin!” you exclaimed out of fear.

“Then I’ll just tear off your skin.” The creature grinned frighteningly. “It’s so easy, especially with the neck’s skin being oh so delicate. Hold still now~”

You began to cry out and squirm in his grasp, fearing this vicious beast. He laughed at your struggles and held you so tight you had trouble breathing. The animal began to purr like Oliver does as he drank in the scent of your fear.

You scrunched your neck to your shoulders in an attempt to protect your pink and blue mark. He nuzzled his nose under your chin and pried your head from its defensive position. You cried out for Oliver as he began to lick your collarbone, and bite painfully at your tattoo.

All of a sudden, you were released onto the ground and you could hear the voice of the beast grunt in pain. You breathed deeply for a second before looking up to see Oliver standing in-between you and the attacker. Blood dripped from Oliver's claws, and the other Flame dancer held his face with a gloved hand. Both set of eyes glared at each other.

“Al, must I remind you the reasons I refuse to let you have a cupcake?” Oliver hissed.

“Fun-sucking *BEEP*-head.” The one he called Al mumbled. “You still have yet to give me third strike Ollie.”

“Two was plenty when I saw what you did to them.” Oliver growled.

“Is there a problem here?” Luciano hissed as he approached to two creatures.His eyes gleamed dangerously with bright pink light up his eyes, much like his brothers.

“I don’t think that is any of your business, pizza boy.” Al scowled. More of the beasts began to gather behind Oliver. Louis and Matthew helped you to your feet.

“This is a celebration of peace Al, so if you’re picking a fight, then it’s everyone’s business.” Luciano scowled.

“Peace my *BEEP*!” Al yelled. You could see three fresh claw marks on his cheek when he removed his hand. “I don’t see why we don’t just kill all the humans, take the world for ourselves! Then we wouldn’t be so maliciously slaughtered by them one by one, they would be our slaves!”

“Then you are truly one of them Al. Enough is never enough for you. Know that if you attempt to go through with this plan, you will stand alone.” The ponytailed Asian told him.

“Whatever! Nickolas is totally with me, right big guy?” Al grinned as he turned to a large Russian Flame Dancer. He was dressed in black and red cloths that resembled Oliver's, only he had a scarf. The beast stared at him with frightening foggy red eyes glowing with yellow for a minute or two, then he reached over to three quivering young men and brought them into a hug.

“Not after you hurt Toris like you did.” He said bluntly as he stroked the brown hair of the man dressed in green. Al’s face dropped in surprise then it turned into anger.

“Chiku, what do you say? You’ve had a rough past with humans, right?”

Chiku stood next to you and Oliver with a dark expression. He then picked up Lin, holding her up by her thighs, while the rest of her was supported by his shoulder. “I say if you touch Lin, I will skin you alive.”

Al clenched his teeth and looked around. “What about you Matt, you with me?” he called. His attention was now on a blond fellow that had a short ponytail and dressed in red. His face was emotionless and frightening, as he glared at the fellow being with matching red flames in his eyes.

The one called Matt and took a large busted woman in one arm and put his other hand on the shoulder of a dark skinned man on his other side. “Your corrupted brother, there are not many who can match your level of cruelty.” He told Al.

“I’m corrupted?!! Why am I the one to get pointed out when we all have human blood on our hands?! How come Oliver gets nothing but friendly talk and praise when he’s one of the worst human killers of us all?!?”

“Oliver’s cupcakes kill quick and painlessly, he only ‘ands zem out one day a year, and ‘e protects ze ‘umans from beasts like you who want to take zem as pets. YOU on ze other ‘and greatly enjoy torturing zem for days before ending zeir lives brutally.” Louis hissed.

“And why shouldn’t I?” Al grinned. “We’ve all suffered from their fear of us, they see us as fly’s or misquotes. To them, we are pointless creatures that need to be exterminated, so why shouldn’t we have the same view on them?”

“They see us as their own, our stealth hides us well and because of that, all who have known of our existence has either perished, or are with us as companions. We have no reason to fear like we used to, they light up the streets and towns now so we can walk among them at night and day. Why are you so insistent on their extermination?” Oliver asked.

“You wouldn’t understand.” Al scoffed. Oliver advanced to him with a knife in hand.

“Wouldn’t I?!” he yelled. Al took out a baseball bat with nails driven into it to defend himself. Soon all the creatures prepared themselves and brought out frightful weapons, but the ponytailed Asian stepped in-between Al and Oliver, a large butcher knife in hand as he did.

“Have we forgotten why we all came?” he asked calmly. “Al, as the host I must ask you to leave, for bringing a disturbance.”

Al snarled distastefully and turned around, stomping out of the clearing and into the woods. You sighed in relief that a battle didn’t break out and that you were rescued.

After that, the creatures began to disperse, most returning to the fire to continue a dance, others sat down on the seat provided with pets in hand. Oliver never left your side for the rest of the night; most of the Flame Dancers also remained with their pet as a precaution, in case Al came back with ones as crazy as he.

You and Oliver now sat on a couple of chairs, eating the home-made pizza that Luciano and Flavio brought. You kept thinking of all that was said when Al threatened the human race. Both sides said things that really made you think, one part at the beginning especially.

“Ollie, he asked for three strikes, what did he mean?” you asked.

“Baseball reference, you noticed the bat, surely.”

“No I mean-“

“I know love, just messing with you.” He smiled. Then his face fell sadly. “He was talking about the fact that after he destroyed two pets, I wouldn’t let him have another. After seeing what he did to the first two, I couldn’t send another to him.”

“But what about that man you slaughtered in the hallway on my first day at your house? You didn’t seem to have a problem with killing him.”

“Oh, him. Well for one, human’s generally shouldn’t mess with me on the day my family got killed, I am merciless toward everyone one that day. Second, he was my neighbor of that area, and he snuck into my house, so I think I had every right to take him out. I just cut his throat quickly, so it’s not like he suffered at all.”

“You’re going to get caught someday, you know that right?”

“Love, I have been poisoning people with cupcakes since I was 8. That was a long time ago, and I have yet to be even confronted by the police.”

You shook your head and sighed, finishing off the crust of your pizza. “So how long does this festival go on for?”

“Until the fire goes out.”

“It’s like three in the morning and I have yet to see anyone stoke it with wood. How long can that potion make it go for?”

“It can only be extinguished with the sun. The second the sun rays hits it, it will go out and you and your fellow pets will become that again.”

“Can we go home soon? I’m tired.”

“Unfortunately I can’t leave until I know for sure the fires out, but you may sleep on my lap if you want. We’ll go right to bed when we get home, alright?” you sighed and lay your head on his lap. The last thing you saw before drifting to sleep was the dancing siloets in front of the pink fire.

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You were woken later by human Oliver, when the fire pit was empty and the sun was up. “Time to go home sweetie” Oliver told you with a smile. He helped you up as you lazily looked around to see scattered people and cats. Louis waved at you before walking into the woods with Matthew asleep on his back.

Oliver put you over on his back in a piggyback position and waved at the DJ. “See you next year Kevin.” He smiled.

Your owner led you through the forest and back to where he parked the pink moped. “Think you can stay awake for the trip home?” he asked with a smile. You nodded lazily and sat behind him. His tail wrapped around you to ensure you wouldn’t fall off.

The ride home seemed so much shorter than the drive over, and soon Oliver stopped the vehicle and helped you off, leading you into the house. He practically carried you up the stairs to the bedroom. Once up there, you threw off your shoes and climbed in after Oliver under the beds covers.

Your eyes were closed when you noticed Oliver's shivering fingers brush your cheek, then his cold lips peck it. “Sleep well poppet.”

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“Those *BEEP*-ers will never understand…” Al mumbled to himself as he walked down the street. It was about an hour ago that his plan was rejected at the party, and it was practically pitch black outside. He gently touched the claw marks Oliver gave him from trying to defend his pet.

“Now even my besties are against me, I don’t get their way of thinking, we constantly live in fear of being caught. I bet it’s those *BEEP*-ing pets of theirs, I bet if they didn’t grow attached to them then they wouldn’t want to protect the humans.”

He walked up the way to his house and sat down on the step in front of the door. He pondered his situation a minute. “Those pets…” he mumbled. “I think I am just about to be brilliant! It might take a bit, but if I am successful, then I can make my kind scornful enough to want to rise up against these monsters…”

Al grinned at his idea and laughed to himself. As he pat himself on the back, a man on the other side of the street caught his eye. “Well, I don’t see why a celebration snack shouldn’t be in order.” He snickered, eyeing the man carefully.

He got on all fours and crept quickly across the street and out of sight of the stranger. As soon as the victim was within reach, Al snatched him up and tore at his neck. He began to drink greedily, slurping up all he could. The man screamed and struggled, crying out for help. Al had dug into his flesh enough to make him bleed steadily, but not enough to kill him instantly.

“Keep at it! Raise your voice to the heavens in a prayer for help! I love to watch people be broken from lost hope!!” Al laughed as he continued to guzzle the blood down. Soon the screams died down and reduced to shallow breathing, then nothing but Al gulping up the last bit of life from the victim.

Al sighed in pleasure as he lifted his face from the corpse’s throat. “That was nice. I haven’t done something so exhilarating in a while.” The image of your frightened face flashed though his mind. He sat quietly a minute then grinned wickedly again. “Wonder if I could see the good old psycho Oliver again if I took her in the process of my plan…”