I'm Not a Monster 3/?
Title: I’m Not a Monster 3/?
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Adam, Kris and Alli are roommates. And they're all a little less than human.
Warnings: Cussing, blood, vampires, werewolves and ghosts, oh my!
Notes: Yay! It's back! :D It might be a bit for the next chapter, I have way too much shopping/baking to do for the holidays coming up so chapters for both this and Punk!Kris are going to come a lot slower, unfortunately. P!K should also be updated either tomorrow or the day after. :)
“Maybe you should get a regular job or something?”
Adam scoffs at Alli, he can totally rely on the semi-regular gigs he gets. A normal job probably isn't the best idea anyway. What if he couldn't get away on a full moon night?
Alli arched a brow at him. “Adam. You're going crazy. It's obvious. I'm sure Kris agrees, right?” She glanced over to Kris for some support, and Kris quickly looked away and flushed when Adam followed her gaze. She rolled her eyes and Adam allowed his eyes to linger for a moment - he was still so caught up on Kris' blushing, he wondered sometimes if Kris looked that pretty blushing when he was human - before he looked back to her with an unamused expression. “You need to talk to someone else other than the three of us. You can have other friends. That is the normal thing to do.” She shrugged. “Who knows, you might find someone like you, even.”
I'm not sure if I want to meet another werewolf... Adam shuddered, then shook his head. “I don't want to risk hurting anyone, Alli. What if I lose track of time or... or I lose control?” He was not going to think about it, he wasn't. He squeezed his hands into fists in his jacket pockets and clenched his jaw, pushing those memories away. He refused to think about it, he couldn't.
“Adam, you deserve to be happy.” He felt a wave of cold as Alli settled beside him, her ghostly hand hovering over his knee. “I'm not saying to go out and make friends with everyone in LA or anything. Just one person, you need one other person that you can talk to.” She shrugged. “So yeah, you're obviously not going to be talking about everything but, I'm sure with us there's a lot of stuff you can't talk about, so... you need someone else. Someone who's normal and not dead or...” She glanced to Kris, who was looking back up at them, brown eyes with a dark and faraway look in them over his mug. “Well, you know what I mean.”
Kris made a face at that, then burst into a fit of laughter - which... another thing Adam had to ignore and push way, way down where it would never surface. When Kris was done giggling he nodded. “Yeah, Alli's right.” He drained the rest of his mug and licked the red from his lips - and another thing, which... Adam is not going to examine how that is hot to him, he doesn't want to know what that says about him. “You spend all of your time around us and at gigs. Even then, you barely spend any time at those clubs past the times you perform.” He shrugged. “It'll be good for you, I think.”
Adam growled - and whoa, way too close to the full moon for that, that sounded terrifying - and Kris' eyes flicked over to him, going wide for a moment before Adam spoke. “Well what about you? You've been sulking around here just as much as I have, why can't you go and make friendly with people, hmm? Why am I the only one who you're bugging into it?”
Kris' eyes grew fractionally wider before narrowing. “Because I can hurt them any time. If I lost control of my hunger-”
Adam huffed, waving Kris off. “Fine, fine. I get the damn point.” He grimaced. “I'll try what Alli said. And...” He frowned. “I'll try hanging out after my gigs more, I guess.” He glanced over to Kris. “As long as you go with me.”
Kris smiled softly at the couple sitting across the way from Adam and himself. He could hear their two, strong, thumping heart beats, and a smaller, fluttering one from the woman. Of course, the first people we interact with... He hid his sarcastic laughter with a swig from his beer bottle as the couple laughed again at something Adam said.
Though, of course, he could feel Adam's tension right there, too. His pulse was rocketing, an uneven, fast-paced beat that thudded inside Kris' head. He swallowed the tasteless beer and sighed. This was such a bad idea...
When the woman excused herself to leave, Kris watched her move. His eyes caught on her throat, on the beat of her pulse throbbing through her skin, rich, red, fresh blood right there. He could...
“So, um, I just remembered we have to get back home. Right, Kris?” Kris jumped as Adam elbowed him, his eyes falling away from the woman's pulse to Adam's wide eyes.
He relaxed a little and nodded, giving the couple a small smile, keeping his lips sealed shut as he felt his fangs pressing against the inside of his mouth. “Mmhmm.”
The couple - Scarlett and Lee Cherry - said their goodbyes to them, and Kris felt Adam curl an arm around him. That scent of the werewolf washed over him, and he took a deep breath, swallowing it down, and immediately he felt guilty, scared of himself. I almost... I could've killed her...
He shuddered all over, and Adam squeezed him. “Hey, it's okay, everyone's okay.” He stopped them on the street, pulling Kris into an alleyway and put both of his large, warm hands down onto Kris' shoulders. “You didn't hurt anyone.”
Kris shook his head. “I... I thought about it... I wanted to, though...”
Adam frowned down at him, then sighed, pulling Kris in close and squeezing him. “But you didn't...” Adam knelt down enough to be eye level with Kris, moving his hands to cup Kris' cheeks, heat seeping through his skin. “Kris, it's okay... Please...”
Kris met his eyes, those calming blue orbs begging him, then sucked in one deep breath, then another, until he felt the tension in his muscles melt away.
Adam smiled softly, then pulled him into another bear hug, drowning him in Adam's grounding scent. After a few minutes, Adam pulled away, keeping in contact with him by coiling their fingers together, their palms pressed close. “Let's get you home and fed, okay?”
Kris nodded, letting himself be tugged after Adam. He still felt like a monster, but he was better with Adam there. Always better with Adam...
He swallowed and shoved that thought down; no reason to make himself feel worse, really. Despite his better intentions, though, Kris leaned in closer to Adam, his head on the werewolf's shoulder and their arms touching all the way from shoulder to where their hands were clasped together. He could maybe savor this for a bit... Adam wasn't about to push him away, even if he thought Kris was being clingy for reasons other than Kris' ridiculous pining.
Alli chewed on her lip as she made her way downstairs. She hoped the boys were getting along alright, but...
She sighed, it was always so boring without them there. It felt like days passing instead of hours and... being alone in their house made her think too much.
Alli paused midway down the stairs and looked down. She always felt like there was something she was forgetting, always right on the edge of her mind here. Pressure, falling, and then... She huffed.
She made her way down the rest of the stairs then into the kitchen; here she remembered more. She remembered brightly colored wallpaper with stripes and smells that made her mouth water and think of home that she couldn't quite remember.
She hated that. The not remembering. It drove her crazy. She remembered everything after she became a ghost; waking up in the middle of an empty living room numb, crying and screaming every time she tried to leave because she couldn't. She'd even tried floating through the door and she just blacked out, back right where she started, every single time. It was torture.
Alli jumped when the door swung open and peered out from the kitchen doorway to see Adam and Kris, hanging all over each other, again. She rolled her eyes and stepped out. “So?”
Kris shuddered and shook his head, and Adam gently dropped Kris on the couch, rushing past her to get into the kitchen. “Not so good.” Adam murmured as he bustled around, popping a mug full of blood into the microwave. “Not really the best time to talk about it.”
Alli nodded, then moved over to Kris. She sat down onto the couch next to him and placed her hand on his knee, looking straight as his face so she didn't have to watch her hand float through. “You okay, Krissy?”
Kris chewed on his lip a little, and nodded. “I'll be fine.” He looked up when Adam walked back in and handed him the mug. “Thanks.”
Adam smiled at him. “If you need any more just ask, I can get it.” He leaned down and pulled Kris into an awkward hug around the back of the couch - his arm curling over the smaller man's shoulder, hand tucking under the other man's shoulder - before he padded over to another seat closer to the kitchen door, across from the couch.
Alli watched a blush creep over Kris' features and glanced over to Adam, who of course seemed not to notice. Kris cleared his throat and nodded. “Thank you, Adam.”
She rolled her eyes at them again, then an idea popped into her head. It'd be something that could probably distract her from her thoughts... from all the half-finished memories. She grinned and disappeared upstairs, knowing that they'd probably both be too tied up together in each other and wouldn't even notice her leaving.
She was going to make them get together. If it was the last thing she did.
“Where is he...?” The lithe, blonde woman frowned, scenting the air. She could smell stale blood, decay and - she wrinkled her nose - dog. A werewolf. She frowned, digging her fingers into the grime of the brick wall, the club inside stinking so much of the blended scents of Kristopher and the mutt.
She tilted her head, then grinned; the scent was practically painted along the sidewalk, leading into the dirty residential area of the city. “Found you, little Kristopher...” She muttered, before she strolled down the streets, following the trail of her little runaway. “Time to come home...”
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Adam, Kris and Alli are roommates. And they're all a little less than human.
Warnings: Cussing, blood, vampires, werewolves and ghosts, oh my!
Notes: Yay! It's back! :D It might be a bit for the next chapter, I have way too much shopping/baking to do for the holidays coming up so chapters for both this and Punk!Kris are going to come a lot slower, unfortunately. P!K should also be updated either tomorrow or the day after. :)
“Maybe you should get a regular job or something?”
Adam scoffs at Alli, he can totally rely on the semi-regular gigs he gets. A normal job probably isn't the best idea anyway. What if he couldn't get away on a full moon night?
Alli arched a brow at him. “Adam. You're going crazy. It's obvious. I'm sure Kris agrees, right?” She glanced over to Kris for some support, and Kris quickly looked away and flushed when Adam followed her gaze. She rolled her eyes and Adam allowed his eyes to linger for a moment - he was still so caught up on Kris' blushing, he wondered sometimes if Kris looked that pretty blushing when he was human - before he looked back to her with an unamused expression. “You need to talk to someone else other than the three of us. You can have other friends. That is the normal thing to do.” She shrugged. “Who knows, you might find someone like you, even.”
I'm not sure if I want to meet another werewolf... Adam shuddered, then shook his head. “I don't want to risk hurting anyone, Alli. What if I lose track of time or... or I lose control?” He was not going to think about it, he wasn't. He squeezed his hands into fists in his jacket pockets and clenched his jaw, pushing those memories away. He refused to think about it, he couldn't.
“Adam, you deserve to be happy.” He felt a wave of cold as Alli settled beside him, her ghostly hand hovering over his knee. “I'm not saying to go out and make friends with everyone in LA or anything. Just one person, you need one other person that you can talk to.” She shrugged. “So yeah, you're obviously not going to be talking about everything but, I'm sure with us there's a lot of stuff you can't talk about, so... you need someone else. Someone who's normal and not dead or...” She glanced to Kris, who was looking back up at them, brown eyes with a dark and faraway look in them over his mug. “Well, you know what I mean.”
Kris made a face at that, then burst into a fit of laughter - which... another thing Adam had to ignore and push way, way down where it would never surface. When Kris was done giggling he nodded. “Yeah, Alli's right.” He drained the rest of his mug and licked the red from his lips - and another thing, which... Adam is not going to examine how that is hot to him, he doesn't want to know what that says about him. “You spend all of your time around us and at gigs. Even then, you barely spend any time at those clubs past the times you perform.” He shrugged. “It'll be good for you, I think.”
Adam growled - and whoa, way too close to the full moon for that, that sounded terrifying - and Kris' eyes flicked over to him, going wide for a moment before Adam spoke. “Well what about you? You've been sulking around here just as much as I have, why can't you go and make friendly with people, hmm? Why am I the only one who you're bugging into it?”
Kris' eyes grew fractionally wider before narrowing. “Because I can hurt them any time. If I lost control of my hunger-”
Adam huffed, waving Kris off. “Fine, fine. I get the damn point.” He grimaced. “I'll try what Alli said. And...” He frowned. “I'll try hanging out after my gigs more, I guess.” He glanced over to Kris. “As long as you go with me.”
Kris smiled softly at the couple sitting across the way from Adam and himself. He could hear their two, strong, thumping heart beats, and a smaller, fluttering one from the woman. Of course, the first people we interact with... He hid his sarcastic laughter with a swig from his beer bottle as the couple laughed again at something Adam said.
Though, of course, he could feel Adam's tension right there, too. His pulse was rocketing, an uneven, fast-paced beat that thudded inside Kris' head. He swallowed the tasteless beer and sighed. This was such a bad idea...
When the woman excused herself to leave, Kris watched her move. His eyes caught on her throat, on the beat of her pulse throbbing through her skin, rich, red, fresh blood right there. He could...
“So, um, I just remembered we have to get back home. Right, Kris?” Kris jumped as Adam elbowed him, his eyes falling away from the woman's pulse to Adam's wide eyes.
He relaxed a little and nodded, giving the couple a small smile, keeping his lips sealed shut as he felt his fangs pressing against the inside of his mouth. “Mmhmm.”
The couple - Scarlett and Lee Cherry - said their goodbyes to them, and Kris felt Adam curl an arm around him. That scent of the werewolf washed over him, and he took a deep breath, swallowing it down, and immediately he felt guilty, scared of himself. I almost... I could've killed her...
He shuddered all over, and Adam squeezed him. “Hey, it's okay, everyone's okay.” He stopped them on the street, pulling Kris into an alleyway and put both of his large, warm hands down onto Kris' shoulders. “You didn't hurt anyone.”
Kris shook his head. “I... I thought about it... I wanted to, though...”
Adam frowned down at him, then sighed, pulling Kris in close and squeezing him. “But you didn't...” Adam knelt down enough to be eye level with Kris, moving his hands to cup Kris' cheeks, heat seeping through his skin. “Kris, it's okay... Please...”
Kris met his eyes, those calming blue orbs begging him, then sucked in one deep breath, then another, until he felt the tension in his muscles melt away.
Adam smiled softly, then pulled him into another bear hug, drowning him in Adam's grounding scent. After a few minutes, Adam pulled away, keeping in contact with him by coiling their fingers together, their palms pressed close. “Let's get you home and fed, okay?”
Kris nodded, letting himself be tugged after Adam. He still felt like a monster, but he was better with Adam there. Always better with Adam...
He swallowed and shoved that thought down; no reason to make himself feel worse, really. Despite his better intentions, though, Kris leaned in closer to Adam, his head on the werewolf's shoulder and their arms touching all the way from shoulder to where their hands were clasped together. He could maybe savor this for a bit... Adam wasn't about to push him away, even if he thought Kris was being clingy for reasons other than Kris' ridiculous pining.
Alli chewed on her lip as she made her way downstairs. She hoped the boys were getting along alright, but...
She sighed, it was always so boring without them there. It felt like days passing instead of hours and... being alone in their house made her think too much.
Alli paused midway down the stairs and looked down. She always felt like there was something she was forgetting, always right on the edge of her mind here. Pressure, falling, and then... She huffed.
She made her way down the rest of the stairs then into the kitchen; here she remembered more. She remembered brightly colored wallpaper with stripes and smells that made her mouth water and think of home that she couldn't quite remember.
She hated that. The not remembering. It drove her crazy. She remembered everything after she became a ghost; waking up in the middle of an empty living room numb, crying and screaming every time she tried to leave because she couldn't. She'd even tried floating through the door and she just blacked out, back right where she started, every single time. It was torture.
Alli jumped when the door swung open and peered out from the kitchen doorway to see Adam and Kris, hanging all over each other, again. She rolled her eyes and stepped out. “So?”
Kris shuddered and shook his head, and Adam gently dropped Kris on the couch, rushing past her to get into the kitchen. “Not so good.” Adam murmured as he bustled around, popping a mug full of blood into the microwave. “Not really the best time to talk about it.”
Alli nodded, then moved over to Kris. She sat down onto the couch next to him and placed her hand on his knee, looking straight as his face so she didn't have to watch her hand float through. “You okay, Krissy?”
Kris chewed on his lip a little, and nodded. “I'll be fine.” He looked up when Adam walked back in and handed him the mug. “Thanks.”
Adam smiled at him. “If you need any more just ask, I can get it.” He leaned down and pulled Kris into an awkward hug around the back of the couch - his arm curling over the smaller man's shoulder, hand tucking under the other man's shoulder - before he padded over to another seat closer to the kitchen door, across from the couch.
Alli watched a blush creep over Kris' features and glanced over to Adam, who of course seemed not to notice. Kris cleared his throat and nodded. “Thank you, Adam.”
She rolled her eyes at them again, then an idea popped into her head. It'd be something that could probably distract her from her thoughts... from all the half-finished memories. She grinned and disappeared upstairs, knowing that they'd probably both be too tied up together in each other and wouldn't even notice her leaving.
She was going to make them get together. If it was the last thing she did.
“Where is he...?” The lithe, blonde woman frowned, scenting the air. She could smell stale blood, decay and - she wrinkled her nose - dog. A werewolf. She frowned, digging her fingers into the grime of the brick wall, the club inside stinking so much of the blended scents of Kristopher and the mutt.
She tilted her head, then grinned; the scent was practically painted along the sidewalk, leading into the dirty residential area of the city. “Found you, little Kristopher...” She muttered, before she strolled down the streets, following the trail of her little runaway. “Time to come home...”