Hallows: Black Death

Zombie Fish

Set It off- I'll Sleep When I'm Dead

B.B.:

"Are these fish supposed to be dead?" Lucien asks bending down to see my collection of zombie fish.

"Yeah, these are my zombie fish. Want to see something cool?" I smirk. I can't keep my fish alive for the life of me but I can bring them back to life. There are some really cool journals in our library.

"Did you say zombie fish?" Carson spins around in his heels to come over to us.

"Yes," I laugh.

I plug the tank in. The lights immediately turn on. I go over to the toad tank and pull a glove on to grab one. They watch me chase after one of the last two. I need to order some more. I catch its leg and pull it out of the tank as it squirms. This is one of my favorite parts of this experiment. I open the lid and drop the toad in. I cover the lid as fast as I can so it won't get out. A snicker escapes my lips when it's ugly face hits the glass of the lid. I hate toads and frogs.

The toad begins to splash around violently. I wave them forward so they can watch. The fish floating around begin to wake up because of the movement. None of them really have eyes anymore. They swarm around the toad and began biting at it like little undead piranhas. They're actually just coy fish. Despite the obvious dead fishy flesh, they're still really pretty to look at. After eating, they swim around for a bit until the filter clears out the blood. Then they go back to being dead, I guess.

"What the f**k?" Lucien laughs. He backs away from the tank, burying his hands in his hair. "What the f**k, B.B.?" he repeats a with less humor lacing his voice. "What. The. f**k?"

"I just wanted to see if I could bring them back to life but I f****d up by using tap water. There was lead in it and that happened. It changed the formula completely. It was a really cool accident,"

"That's f*****g disturbing," Carson laughs. "I'm-f**k. You used to make the rocks that helped people kick the habit," he points at me. "The same high. You just changed the chemistry of the user. To never do f*****g crack again. Delilah pushed that s**t across the state. It's how I became the Devil of Hellbourne. What got the feds in our pocket,"

"Yeah," I nod. "I used anti-depressants for that one,"

"B.B.," he looks down at me.

"I'm out. Not ready to watch yet," Lucien goes over to the door and closes it.

"What?" I laugh nervously. I think I might still be high from last night, that or I've officially lost it.

"Bend over the table for me," his icy eyes are almost completely white against the lighting in here.

"Umm," I back away. "Uh-" I look around to find a table that doesn't have a bunch of breakable equipment on it. "This one. I don't want you to break my stuff,"

He looks up at the ceiling letting out a low throaty laugh. I laugh too. For no f*****g reason other than my excruciatingly obvious awkwardness. When his eyes meet mine again he begins to stalk over to me. I back all the way to the table. His hands grip my hips enough to send of a jolt of electricity through my body.

"How are you simultaneously the badest b***h I know and the f*****g awkwardest?" he whispers in my ear. My fists are clenched tightly against my chest and I'm leaning away from him. My stomach is doing somersaults.

"Uh, unresolved trauma? I don't know," I shrug. He tugs my hips towards him roughly.

"Turn around. Chest on the table Blackstone," his demanding voice is doing things to me. He's getting me all wound up. My body is buzzing.

He places his hand flat on my back and slowly guides me down against the table when I jump down and give my back to him. He's going to love these jeans. They have a zipper in the back. I specifically got them for him the other day when Stacy and I took Natalie shopping. My nerves are shifting. The giggles don't have the same awkwardness in them, they're flirtatious now. The snake is slithering around our feet guiding both of us into what she needs. I feel the sudden urge to just go absolutely wild.

"I got new jeans," my voice bounces off the table, thick with lust.

"I see that," he groans.

I sneak a peek back at him just as he reaches down cupping me from the front and slowly sliding his hand up my ass to grip the top of the zipper. His eyes are just two big pitch-black pupils. The color is completely blacked out. He looks possessed. He grips the top of the zipper and gives it a couple of tugs upward. A grin spreads wide on his face as my cheeks jiggle for him.

"I take it you like them?" I laugh, leaning back down against the table.

"B.B., I'm going to replace all of your f*****g jeans with these," he growls.

I relax against the table knowing he's going to take his time to play with them. I take a moment to think about what's happening. We're in my lab. I just showed them a part of me that only Delilah ever knew. She after all bought me my first chemistry set. I haven't wanted to show them. I didn't know how anyone would react, so, I've been trying to avoid all of this by focusing on learning more to work up the courage to do this stuff with them knowing. Now, here we are. I'm bent over an examination table that I once used to save a dog my sister hit on the side of the road. Yes, he survived and we took him home that same night.

Carson zips my back zipper down painfully slow to reveal my lacy white thong. I reach for the front of my pants as he gets to the bottom and I undo the button. The zipper just kind of takes care of itself as he parts my jeans open he's opening a blooming flower.

"f**k," he whispers oddly calm. "Consider all of your jeans replaced B.B.,"

He loops his index finger under my thong and pulls it upward and then snaps it on my back. My body jerks not because it hurt but because I'm really sensitive right now. My body is f*****g freezing and he's the only warmth here. The entire room is kept under 70 degrees. I let out a cry when he slaps my ass with each hand. The lights all turn bright red.

"I forgot about that," I laugh. "One clap for white, two for red, three for black,"

He slaps my ass three times and the lights turned black. I looked back to see him standing there under the UV light. His eyes are glowing brightly. The white letters on his shirt say WUBBA LUBBA DUBB DUBB with a Rick posing under them. His grin is back as he peers down at my glowing white underwear. He lifts his t-shirt up to press up against my back.

"I forgive you," he states. "For f*****g up my birthday and pushing Lucien off his f*****g rocker,"

"I didn't ask for forgiveness," I laugh. "Nor will I ever,"

I hear him fiddling around with his belt buckle and then his own zipper. He reaches between my legs, sliding my underwear to the side with his thumb before sticking two fingers inside of me. He growls like a f*****g animal when he feels how wet I am already. Using my own honey he swipes it up wetting my folds from front to back, even my ass hole. He's going to make a mess. He's good at that.

"You're forgiven anyway," he grunts when he slams into me.

I cry out knowing there is no way anyone is going to hear us down here. I once cooked up a big batch of meth for my sister while my mom was having a get-together with her musical buddies upstairs. The chief of police and Espinosa's co-workers were also here. I have that picture framed on my workstation. Anyway, there's no need to hold back or stop the table from banging into the wall in front of me.

Carson grips a handful of my hair and pulls me back against him. The lights begin to change color with every slap of his skin against mine. White, red, black, white, red, black. He pulls out of me and turns me around to face him. He pushes me up against the table and lifts me on top of it and claps twice turning the light red.

He looks me over and something dark crosses his eyes. Something I've never seen before. My heart is pounding in my chest like a caged animal trying to claw its way out. He grips the back of my calves and pulls me into him. My ass squeaks against the metal table as he drags me closer to him. I thought he was just going to slam back into me but he doesn't.

"B.B.," he says my name like it was the f*****g worst thing that's ever happened to him as he places both hands on either side of my face.

I look up into his nightmare-ish eyes feeling completely vulnerable for some reason. He brings his lips down to mine, gently. He's never f*****g kissed me like this. After that first night, it's always been an all-consuming hunger. I feel some of it when I part my lips and let him in but there's so much more. He deepens the kiss like he's trying to memorize the inside of my mouth. He reaches down between us and slowly starts to push inside of me.

The motion is so slow my legs tremble. When he completely sheathes himself inside of me my entire body breaks out in goosebumps. He doesn't break the kiss as he slowly starts to grind in and out of me. When he does pull away his eyes meet mine and he doesn't break eye contact as he picks up the pace little by little. Slowly and painfully building us both up.

I'm the one that breaks away this time. This got real-really fast and I don't know why there are tears sliding down my face. I pull him closer. He leans into me wrapping his arms around me as he continues to thrust into me with careful strokes. I can feel his hot pants warming my neck as I clench around him tightly. This is different from the obsessive way Lucien takes me. This is more than just f*****g around the school and our cars. For a second, I look up and my eyes meet my own in the mirror across the way. A sharp sting pierces my chest because I see exactly what he's looking at right now.

The f*****g devil. Under these lights, I look just like the hallow inside of him. I shove him as hard as I can and he stumbles back. I quickly jump off the table feeling f*****g trapped down here. I reach down to pull my jeans up and begin to put them together again.

"Are you okay? Did I hurt you?" he asks. I look up at him feeling the cold rush of anger coming over me.

"How could you do that?" I choke out unable to control the hurt on my face. Eve dematerializes from his shoulders.

"What? What are you talking about?" he asks. I point at the mirror. He looks over at it and then back at me his eyes now brimming with something I feel like I can only interpret as guilt. "B.B.,"

"Don't," I cry feeling myself about to get really f*****g hysterical right now. "Just don't. Get the f**k out,"

"Baby-"

"GET OUT!" I scream.

He swipes his hands over his face and nods. He goes over to the door after fixing his jeans, it opens for him. I slam my hand on the lock switch to close it as soon as he's out. I clap once and the lights go back to normal.

"f**k!" I scream at the top of my lungs. He wasn't here with me. He was here with the f*****g thing inside of him. "You're so f*****g stupid," I shout at the mirror. I grab a beaker in front of me and throw it. "You're so f*****g dumb! How can you be so f*****g dumb, B.B.? How? How can you f*****g fall for that?"

The reaper is standing in front of me with f*****g sympathy in her stupid f*****g smokey eyes.

"Don't cry, baby girl," her demonic voice sends chills down my spine as she crouches down in front of me as I cry. "There, there," she places her hand on my head. "It's going to be okay,"

Why would he do that? Why would he act like this is more than what it is? I can handle Lucien's obsession. I've always known where I stand with Lucien. From the very start, but Carson doing this hurts. He can't f*****g act like I mean something to him. That first time I let go because I think we both had needed it. This sucks. Not knowing. Is it me he wants or is this f*****g thing inside of me?