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2p EnglandXreader: Not Human pt 8

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Lots of blood ahoy!
(Not enough to censor apparently though)but hey, it's Al.

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Luciano sat at the small table in his kitchen leaning back in his chair, and a plate of pasta on his stomach. A fork with noodles streamed around it was above his mouth as he slurped up the marinara. He sighed in pleasure and just paused from eating a minute, to enjoy the tranquility of the morning.

His phone vibrated in his pocket, so he set down his fork and took it out. Not even taking time to look at the caller ID, he set it to speaker and put it on the table. “Ciao?”

“WAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!! LUUCII-IIII!!!” Flavio whaled over the phone. The surprise noise caught Luciano off guard, and he fell out of his chair, spilling the rest of his pasta all over the floor. [not the pasta! :,(]

He stood up angrily and brushed himself off. “*BEEP* it Flavio! I hate it when you call me that! And you ruined my pasta, *BEEP*!”

“LUCI, IT’S TERRIBLE!!!” his brother continued to sob.

“Know what Flavio, I don’t care! How about you call That Belgium chick you hang around so much with? She cares!”

“Please hear me out Fratello, it’s horrible!!!!”

“Fine, you have five seconds to tell me what the problem is, and then I am hanging up! Talk!”

“My little Toni-mato has disappeared!!”

“Wait, your what now?”

“My pet, Toni! I can’t find him anywhere!”

“… Did you seriously just call him your little ‘Toni-mato’?” Luciano asked with a hand covering his face.

“(Sniff) Toni said it was cute…” Flavio cried softly.

Luciano sighed in exasperation of his brother’s idiocy. “Flavio, I am sure that he's just in the back yard or maybe he went for a walk…”

“B-but, Toni always tells me where he is going so I don’t worry!”

“Flavio, you are probably overreacting, I bet he’s just-“

At that moment, Luciano’s front door slammed open and Flavio ran it. He tackled his brother in a fit of tears. The force of his hug made them fall over (again) and into the spilled pasta.

“FLAVIO YOU JACK*beep*! LUDWIG, HELP GET THIS IDIOT OFF ME!!” Luciano shouted angrily to his pet.

“YOU NEVER UNDERSTAND, YOU BIG MEENIE!” Flavio cried loudly. Luciano struggled to get out his brother’s crushing hug, continuing to call for his pet, but Ludwig never came.

“Hold on a sec Flavio, Ludwig always answers me, and never disobeys orders.” Luciano said curiously. Flavio let him go and stood up with him, tears still flowing in his eyes. His serious brother rushed through the house in searched of the large blond male, but found him to be missing.

He started to feel a little panicked, but because his older brother was a miserable mess, he had to stay strong. “I can’t find Ludwig anywhere either. I can’t even feel his presents anywhere near here. Let’s run to Oliver’s house, he can help us find them.” he told him calmly.

He helped his brother along and led him by the hand to the door. They began to walk down the street to the pastel blue house and found Louis standing in front of the gate. He glanced at the two then shook his head. “If you’re looking for Oliver, ‘e transferred again. What do you guys need?”

“Ludwig and Antonio are missing.” Luciano told him. “We were hoping Oliver could help us find them.”

Louis’ eyebrow rose, in a rare show of the emotion ‘concern’. “So yours are missing too?”

“You too, Louis?”

“Oui, I can’t sense Matthew anywhere. ‘E always wakes after me, but ‘e was gone when I got up zis morning.”

“Oh, it’s so good to hear I am not the only one.” Another one of them approached. He had a dark brown ponytail, and had a butcher knife in hand.

“Yang, don’t tell me ALL of your pets are gone.” Luciano asked.

“All six of them, and when I find the *BEEP* who took them I’m gonna show them a wonderful torture that includes water, and later a knife.” Yang hissed.

“Mind if I join?” Chiku snarled as he walked up to the group. In his hair was one of Lin’s flowers.

“Oh dear, did everyone’s pet go missing?” Flavio asked frightened.

“I don’t know, do we want to call a few to see?” Louis asked. Yang whipped out his phone and dialed his Russian friend’s number. Luciano also began to text all he had contact with.

“Nickolas, calm down! You don’t want to be the cause of another massacre are you?” Yang told his phone.

“*BEEP* YEAH I DO, ESPECIALLY IF IT BRINGS BACK MY BABIES!!!!” the phone screeched in a Russian accent.

“Man, if Nickolas is that *BEEP*-ed we’re all in trouble.” Chiku sighed.

“Matt says that Carlos and Sofia are gone as well. Now this is getting just plain strange!” Luciano growled.

“So what should we do, should we wait for Oliver, or search on our own?” Louis asked.

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You woke up in darkness and grabbed your head where you were hit. You shifted on the cold floor where you sat and soon realized your leggings had been removed. You weren’t too panicked by this in the fact that was the only thing different, but it was slightly uncomfortable to be so showy.

Your hand fell to your side and touched something soft. You look down to see your friend Matthew asleep next to you, in cat form of course. His head was on your lap and he shifted quietly.

You began to look around and see many other pets you recognized form the festival. A trio of quivering cats of various ages slept together in the corner. You remembered that they were with the large Russian Flame Dancer, Nickolas. Another scattered group of six was on the other side of the room. You recognized them to be with the Asian creature with the ponytail. Many other sleeping cats littered the room.

Filled with confusion, you searched around for some form of identification to where you were. There were no windows, and one door that was undoubtedly locked. Other than the scattered cats, there was nothing in there, much like the single plain room that was in Oliver’s house.

You sat up a little in a bit of a panic in realization. Where was Oliver? What happened? Why was everyone’s pets here?

The door began to creek open and in walked the answer to the previous questions. You shivered and recoiled as Al waltzed right up to you and roughly yanked you to your feet by your wrist. You were about to cry out from fear, but Al spoke.

“Shut up!” he hissed sternly in your ear. He began to drag you out the door, locking it behind him. You pulled and struggled against his grasp. His grip was crushing and painful, and the longer you struggled, it seemed to get tighter.

“W-what are you doing?!” you whimpered as you stumbled along.

“What does it *BEEP*-ing look like? I’m separating you from the others!” he growled. You looked around the building he roughly led you through. It didn’t look like a house, or an apartment. It looked more like a police station, only dark and completely empty.

Al yanked you into a room and shut the door. Sure enough to your assumption, it was an interrogation room, with one table and two chairs. You were harshly shoved to the floor where you faced the red-eyed demon.

You scooted away instinctively from him but he stepped on the shredded hem of your dress, disabling your escape. “W-what do you want?!” you cried out from sheer fear. The blazing red flames of his irises seemed to darken as he glared at you.

“Justice.” He simply stated. You blinked in surprise a minute, then dared to speak again.

“Why do you hate my kind so bad? Tell me your story.”

He flinched from the unexpected request, giving you such a look of dangerous confusion, then it mellowed into the glare again. “Has Oliver told you his?”

“In sort of an indirect way, but yes.”

“Well, our two stories are similar, same time and place even. I lived in a little village, Oliver and I both lived there. He was about eight, I was about four. His family had gone out for the picnic that day that we were invaded by your vile kind.  The holocaust was a slap on the wrists compared to what happened that day.” He paused to lick his lips, making you shiver. “My family was mercilessly slaughtered. Unlike Oliver’s story, I could look away, they didn’t make me watch. But even though Oliver was able to get away without physical harm, I was captured.”

Al closed his eyes in memory of whatever happened. He let out a sound that at first you thought it to be a shudder, but at the same time it slightly sounded like a laugh.

“At five and a half, I escaped. Mind you a year and a half to us, is about fifteen or so years to you guys. Not in your most bizarre dreams could you imagine what I went through in that time.

“Sometimes they’d tie me up and not feed me for days, then laugh as they watched me scramble for scraps. Other times they would let me out into the campsite where I entertained the *BEEP*-ers by dancing. I may have been young, but even then I knew our kind was meant to prance around the fire. Those days they wouldn’t let me rest for as long as they could, I once danced for a week straight.”

Al turned from you a minute and stood in dead silence. “One of them took my tooth as a trophy for being able to punch it out of me. After that it became a game to see what they could earn off me.”

He was quiet for a minute, then you could hear his breath quicken as if he was crying. You stood up cautiously and was about to ask if he was alright, but his breathing escalated to loud maniacal laughter. You shook conspicuously as Al laughed harder. Your legs wobbled so much from pure fear that you collapsed back onto the foor.

You jumped in surprise and fear as he quickly faced you with the most horrifying face you had ever seen. His blazing red eyes flared wide with insanity, soft giggles escaped his incomplete grin and his snake-like tail swerved back and forth with excitement.

“That day, that wonderful glorious day I escaped! I was so unfed that my wrists slipped through the knots! After that the blood, oh *BEEP* the BLOOD!! I tore apart everyone in sight, I drank till I was sick, then drank some more! I couldn’t get enough of it; my vengeance was never imagined to be so sweet!”

You whimpered as the horrible images flipped in your mind, with the addition to Al’s terrifying face. Before you knew it, his face was centimeters away from your face. You cried out from surprise, then felt tears fall.

Al began to snicker as he stood back up. “About three days later, little bitty Oliver and Louis came along, both riding ponies because of their size.” He scoffed. “If only you could imagine what a cute sight that was…” he mumbled.

“Anyways, they took me back to another village that was far away. Turns out Oliver found it when he escaped, it was Louis’ village. That’s when I found out my baby brother had also survived and met up with Oliver when they found Louis. That is also where I found out something very interesting.”

You covered your ears with both hands. You had heard enough, and didn’t want to even guess what he found out. Rough gloved hands grabbed your wrists and yanked them from your ears. Al calmly leaned his mouth in and touched the shell of your ear with it. “It’s rude to ignore someone who’s talkin’ to you.” he murmured softly.

“P-please… no more…” you sobbed quietly. “I can’t take it…too awful…”

“No no no, we wouldn’t want history to repeat itself now, would we?” you could hear the wicked grin in his voice. “My captures had inhabited my old village, and when I went though and killed them off, I ate all I could. Because all I had eaten for two and a half days was human meat, my body began to reject regular food.” A light giggle left his lips, sending shivers down your spin. “Now all I can eat is human flesh…”

His claw-like fingers ran up your bare arms like bug legs, causing you to let out an audible shutter.

“W-w-why did you kidnap me?” you asked with shaky breathing.

“Because it’s all Oliver’s fault. He’s the reason my kind is so soft to yours.” Al growled. “If it wasn’t for him handing out those *BEEP*-ing pets, everyone would remember the hardships mankind has put us through!”

“Is that why you captured us?!”

“One of the reasons, I got the others to slaughter and blame your kind for, since they’re all so fond of their little midnight snacks. YOU I got as bait for Oliver, whose death I am also going to blame your kind for. Once he’s out of the way, the other’s will be so outraged at the loss of their pets and the cupcake sorcerer, they’ll all rise up in anger. All of humanity will bow to us!!”

“If you kill us all off, then where will you get your food, or the other’s their digestion meds?” you ask confidently.

“We’re not stupid; of course we can’t kill them all since we have such a need of them. But I will say this, there will be a great change in cast in the zoo’s…”

You were positively terrified, but that’s what gave you the courage to struggle against his grasp. His slithery tail whipped around your neck and began to constrict.

“Come on doll face, I like it better when you whimper and cry. Grunting for you isn’t very attractive.” Al smirked.

“Go to H-Ack!” you coughed as his tail tightened.

“Been there, it was full of your kind!”

“P-please… if you’re not going to let me go…ugh! Just kill me…!”

“All in good time babe, but for now, the bait has been noticed, so it’s time to lure in the fish.”

He leaned back into your left ear, his icy breath making you snarl and gasp distastefully. Before you knew it, his sharp teeth tore a good portion of your ear off. You screamed as the precious red substance dripped onto your shoulder.

Al wrapped his freezing lips around the wound and began to suck, holding you tightly to his torso. You would hate to admit it, but the cold of his skin felt good on your bleeding flesh. You moaned and tried so hard to shove him off, but your efforts were rewarded with his free hand being thrust into your thigh. You screamed again and tried to go limp in order to dull the pain, but Al’s claws dug deeper, earning your cries.

“That’s right chicky, make sure Oliver knows EXACTLY where you are!” Al laughed manically. “Your blood’s so sweet; I could do this all night!!”
Sleep? Pfft, too mainstream. :iconsleepyiggyplz:

thank you all for the support, it really means a lot to me! I am enjoying these creatures so much that I want to do more, like maybe have the reader a pet for Flavio next or something, I think it would be fun (And probably much shorter than this, but we'll have to see).

Al's plan reveled! geez I practically came up with that one on the spot, but at least its clever and makes sense...
Also, I really laughed at the beginning of this.
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Kitsunefireball's avatar
I think Viktor would be one of those crazy cat people who love cats.

And im right~