20 Words - Edmond and Sven

1. Memory

One of Sven's favorite memories was when he and Edmond actually met. He'd seen the dark haired boy many times before but was too afraid to introduce himself, mostly because he'd seen how he reacted to meeting new people; hatefully. So, when Sven finally worked up the courage to go up to Edmond, hold out his hand and say "Hello, I'm Sven," he was thrilled when Edmond gave him an odd look before taking the offered appendage and supplying his own name.

2. Rain

"I. Hate. Rain." Edmond spat darkly as they trudged home through the down pour. Sven chuckled and tilted his head back, allowing the drops to hit his forehead, "It's not so bad. Kind of refreshing really."
"Fuck you, Sven. Fuck you right in the ear."

3. Disturbed

Sven knew Edmond was a very disturbed person. So, naturally, he wasn't really all that surprised when he walked into the kitchen one day and found Edmond microwaving a dead squirrel wrapped in tinfoil.

4. Specific

Sven wasn't sure what attracted him to Edmond, specifically. Was it the soft hair? The smooth skin? Those intense charcoal eyes? Those perfect lips? Or, was it just specifically Edmond he was attracted to? He wasn't sure he'd ever know, but he was okay with that.

5. Nice

There were two different kinds of nice for Edmond. There was the kind everyone experienced, in which Edmond would not punch them in the face for saying something stupid, and the kind that he reserved only for Edric, Sven and kittens.

6. Aim

Sven had always assumed that Edmond had terrible aim. This is mostly because Edmond often seemed to just attack with no forethought and fight violently until the battle was over. One day, however, after making a comment about the laundry not being done and it was Edmond's job since he was the 'female' in the relationship, he learned the hard way that Edmond actually had excellent aim when three knives embedded themselves in the wall, only centimeters from his head, and Edmond proclaimed that the next would have taken off part of his ear.

That same day, Sven also learned how to do the laundry.

7. Twin

Edmond and Edric had never been exactly the same. While their faces were identical, their hair color and personalities were not. One year, for Halloween, when they were only ten, Edric dyed his hair black and they went as vampires. No one was able to tell them apart. Until, however, Edmond pounced on some boy and began beating him for saying that vampires were gay, while Edric just stood by and cried. That made it pretty obvious as to who was who.

8. Poet

Sven was by no means a poet, but being with Edmond often left him with poetic thoughts.

9. Worse

S: "What would be worse, losing me or Edric?"
E: "Losing you."
S: "Really? Why?"
E: "You're strong. If I lost Edric, I could come to you for comfort and you would make it a little better. If I lost you, Edric would be just as devastated as me and then we'd both be fucked."
S: "Oh... Wow... That's actually kind of sweet."
E: "Plus, I have a big life insurance policy on Edric. If I lost him, I'd get half a million. If I lost you, I wouldn't get anything."
S: "You're not exactly trying to win any Mr. Sensitivity awards, are you?"

10. Head

Even though he loved the feeling, Sven still hesitated when it came to Edmond giving him head. This is completely due to the fact that Edmond's sharp, pointed teeth could easily slice through his skin if he wasn't careful. In fact, the only reason Sven ever let Edmond give him head was because the younger man was so good at it that the red head often completely forgot his worries as soon as Edmond went down on him.

11. Property

In public, Edmond came off as wild, uncontrollable and belonging to no one. In bed, however, he would voluntarily allow Sven to tie him down and call him his pet, even going so far as to call Sven his master and beg for more.

12. Delicate

Edmond was by no means delicate. Infact, he could probably be hit in the face by a nuclear bomb and be fine, albeit very pissed. Still, that didn't stop both Edric and Sven from panicking when Edmond was bucked off a horse while learning to ride. They both calmed a great deal, however, when he quickly got up, went to the horse and punched it in the face.

13. Friendship

Earning Edmond's friendship was believed to be an incredibly difficult feat only attempted by those who were crazy and only won by one in a million. Sven knew otherwise. All you really had to do was bring him a basket with a kitten, some chocolate and a copy of a newly released Xbox game inside and he'd declare you his best friend for life.

14. Politeness

Sven liked to be polite. He didn't believe in unnecessary rudeness or disliking others for no reason. Edmond, however, didn't really seem to care either way and often got Sven into some pretty delicate situations that he rarely ever escaped from unharmed.

15. Moon

Sometimes, while they would lay outside in the grass at night, with the moon as the only witness, Sven would whisper sweet nothings and run his fingers through dark hair and Edmond would relax and let his eyes slip closed and just enjoy being close to the person he wanted to spend the rest of his life with.

16. Moment

Many people knew that it only took a moment for Edmond to become incredibly angry. What most didn't know, however, was if you played your cards right, it only took a moment for him to be happy again. For Sven, a quick kiss on the temple usually did the trick.

17. Genetics

Sven often believed that genetics had not been nice to him. He was slightly pale, had red hair, freckles, was less than graceful on his feet and his hands seemed too big. When he voiced these concerns to Edmond, the younger man called him an idiot, crawled in his lap and kissed him.

18. Adult

When Sven was a child all he wanted to be when he grew up was an astronaut. He kept this dream well into high school and even after graduating. After meeting the twins, however, he decided that space could go fuck itself, and all he needed was right there with him.

19. Front

Edmond often put up a strong front in public. In private, it often came crumbling down. He cried during chick-flicks, laughed at stupid jokes, took care of several cats and openly admitted to loving it when Sven would randomly hug him or kiss him or even just run his fingers through Edmond's hair.

20. Rejection

If there's one thing Edmond doesn't deal with well, its rejection. Which is why Sven does his best to never say no. When Edmond picks up a random cat on the street, Sven lets him keep it. When Edmond wants to beat someone up for whatever reason, Sven doesn't stop him. When they're in bed and Edmond wants Sven to hurt him, Sven does it. Not because he wants to, but because if he doesn't, one of them is going to get hurt anyway, and he isn't the one who wants it.

More OCs

Charleston:
44
Long light blue hair
Tall
Somewhat muscular
Takes great pride in ruling over Naria. A very fair and just ruler. Tries to see things from others perspective's, not just his own. Likes order; dislikes chaos and confusion. Always does what's right, even if he's been wronged.
Oliver and Baltimore's father.
Caprica's husband.

Oliver:
25
Medium peach-colored hair
Tall
Normal
Tends to be quick to judge others and to anger. Doesn't play nice most times. Complains often. Doesn't like small children. Likes quiet places. Prefers to stay somewhere away from large groups of people. Rarely loses a fight. Never wins an argument against Cadick. Has never had to work for anything because his father has money.
Baltimore's brother.
Charleston's son; first born.
Cadick's boyfriend; dominant.

Baltimore:
19
Short light blue hair
Short
Thin
Happy with most everything. Likes to help others. Hates conflict, seeing people sad and violence. Spends most of his time in the woods. Loves riding horses and swimming in rivers. Enjoys peace and quiet. Is very well-mannered and polite to everyone.
Oliver's brother.
Charleston's son; second born.
Achilles' fiance; submissive.

Edmond:
23
Short black hair
Medium
Slim but with some muscle
Very loud and quick to anger. Likes to pick fights. Hates to lose. Always speaks his mind, even at the risk of hurting someone's feelings. Has a violent and almost uncontrollable temper. Hates the color pink. Likes kittens. Can't stand dogs. Often very moody or unfriendly. Very protective of Edric.
Edric's twin; older.
Sven's boyfriend; submissive.

Edric:
23
Short blonde hair
Medium
Slim
Very friendly and open towards others. Likes to have fun. Loves it when people around him are happy. Is usually the one to calm Edmond down during a temper tantrum. Thinks dogs are cute, but is afraid of big ones. Loves animals. Is almost always smiling. Often thinks over what to say before saying it.
Edmond's twin; younger.
Augustus' boyfriend; submissive.

Sven:
24
Short messy red hair
Medium
Fit
Usually very laid-back and well mannered. Doesn't care for conflict but will fight if he must. Prefers to just hang out somewhere with friends as opposed to going out and doing things. Very funny. Likes pizza and soda. Hates people who are mean to others. Most people can't figure out why he and Edmond even started hanging out together in the first place.
Edmond's boyfriend; dominant.

Augustus:
25
Dark blue hair; short in back; fringe in front
Tall
Somewhat muscular
Loves to have fun and be around friends. Very polite and helpful. Doesn't speak very well, which may be associated to a possible learning disorder, but is still intelligent. Doesn't get along well with Edmond. Has been Sven's best friend for several years. Likes learning new things. Hates bugs.
Edric's boyfriend; dominant.

Achilles:
27
Short dark brown hair
Very tall
Slim but muscular
Hates technology. Leader of a large village. Often in a foul mood. Very protective of everything he believes belongs to him, including Baltimore. Does not get along with Oliver. Very strong. Likes to spar and hunt with Xavier. Quick to anger. Very intelligent. Hates being told what to do.
Xavier's brother.
Baltimore's fiancee; dominant.

Xavier:
25
Medium brown hair
Tall
Fit
Thinks life is a game. Very friendly. Likes having lots of fun and hanging around with friends while having lots of fun. Happy-go-lucky. Has a brain but doesn't think to use it most of the time. Good at martial arts. Likes discovering new things. Doesn't like conflict.
Achilles' brother.

Thaddeus:
48
Short white hair
Tall
Fit
Rules Drog with an iron fist. Very cold and calculating. Has a twisted sense of humor and often cracks jokes at other people's expense. Chose three possible successor's in the event of his death; Cadick, Walter and Oddiceus. Enjoys violence and the suffering of others. Hates compassion. Kicks puppies for fun.

Cadick:
23
Short red hair
Medium
Slim and fit
Has a violent temper. Hates pretty much everything. Is smarter than most people and knows it. Likes children but pretends to hate them. Prefers to be alone. Is a well-trained fighter who hasn't lost a fight in over three years. Doesn't play well with others. Is polite toward those who are higher up. Has worked his entire life to get what he wants. Refers to any male who is friendly toward him as a 'fag' but will hurt anyone who calls him one. Likes to cuddle and be held, but will never admit it.
Oliver's boyfriend; submissive.
Thaddeus' former successor; was first.

Walter:
24
Medium silver hair
Tall
Fit
Puts logic above all else. Asked Cadick if he was a fag once, lost his right eye for it. Has a crush on Cadick. Very laid back until he is angered. Skilled fighter. Is seen by other people as a bit of a snob. Doesn't like a lot of noise. Often overconfident. Good at thinking and planning ahead, making him an excellent strategist. Believes anything that doesn't benefit him is a useless waste of time. Knows Oliver is the reason Cadick switched sides and hates him for it.
Thaddeus' successor; first.

Oddiceus:
28
Long black hair; ponytail
Tall
Muscular
Easily considered the dumbest of the trio. Cadick often refuses to speak to him and Oliver isn't very friendly toward him. He either doesn't realize this or doesn't care. Like the others, he is quick to anger, but can be easily calmed. Is not very bright and often does not understand what the others are saying. Likes the color black. Hates rap.
Thaddeus' successor; second.

20 Words - Cadick & Oliver

1. Memory

Cadick couldn't remember a time when he'd actually been happy before meeting Oliver. Most of his memories before then consisted of a neglectful mother, a drunken father and years of verbal abuse full of threats of physical harm if he ever so much as touched another male.

2. Rain

One of the things Oliver hated most was rain. It made everything wet and always turned Cadick into more of a moody, unbearable, pain in the ass than he already was.

3. Disturbed

Cadick always put on a strong front coupled with an 'I'm better than you so don't talk to me' attitude, so it was no big surprise that when he and Oliver shared a bed for the first time, Oliver was a little disturbed to learn that Cadick liked to cuddle in his sleep.

4. Slipping

There were times that Cadick would be slipping into sleep and he would feel hands running through his hair, but he would never tell Oliver how much he liked that.

5. Collapse

O: "Ugh, I'm so tired I could collapse!"
C: "Don't. I'm not carrying your sorry ass."
O: "Thanks babe, I love you too."

6. Hire

C: "I need something to do."
O: "I'll hire you to please me the rest of the week."
C: "And now I'm firing you as my boyfriend. Get the fuck out."

7. Echo

Cadick wasn't much for having fun, nor did he enjoy childish things, but he did kind of find it amusing when Oliver and Baltimore were having so much fun making echos in a large, empty room.

8. Bright

Oliver knew he as a pretty bright man. He understood a lot of things in life, like politics, the human mind, and pretty much anything ending in -ology, but he also knew he paled in comparison to how bright Cadick could be.

9. Grandmother

Cadick had never met Oliver and Baltimore's grandmother, but he did like listening to stories about her when he and Oliver were laying in bed at night.

10. Skull

O: "I bet you have a beautiful skull."
C: "What the fuck was that?"
O: "Hell if I know, I thought you'd appreciate it. Kind of makes me sound smart, huh?"
C: "Hm... Well, I'm sure your hyoid bone is just lovely."
O: "My what?"
C: "Yeah, that's what I thought."

11. Property

Cadick was no one's property; Oliver knew this. But sometimes, late at night when they were deep in passion, little comments like "you're fucking mine" would fall from Oliver's lips before he could stop them, and he was always thankful that Cadick never really seemed to notice.

12. Inaccuracy

O: "The thermometer says you have a temp. of 103."
C: "Well, that's completely inaccurate."
O: "Yeah, you're probably right. I'll start worrying when you start using small words."

13. Lock

There were several locks around Cadick's heart. He'd been adding them periodically since he was ten and never let anyone get too close for fear of getting hurt. Oliver, however, seemed to have a key to every one.

14. Politeness

Cadick had always made an effort to be polite and respectful to those who were several years older or in a higher ranked position than himself. This usually insured his easy movement through the social ladder. The first time he and Oliver met, he had immediately been rude and hateful, even though Oliver was not only older than himself, but he was also a diplomat's son. Still, the red head ended up becoming closer to the blonde than he had anyone else.

15. Sailing

"I can't believe I agreed to this." Cadick groaned as the sailboat shifted with the waves. He took a deep breath and moved closer to Oliver, who smirked and threw an arm over his shoulder's, "Don't worry, babe, I won't let the big bad water get you."
"Fuck you. This never leaves the boat."
"Of course not."

16. Moment

Their time together was made up of moments. Some moments, Cadick was hateful and stuck-up and refused to have fun. Other times, the red head would be more relaxed and willing to go along with Oliver's whims. The blonde's favorite moments, however, were the ones after their love-making when Cadick was calm and uncaring of what others might think of him and would allow Oliver to stroke his hair and hold him close with no complaints.

17. Individual

Throughout his life, Cadick always saw himself as the individual and everyone else as a group of people that would only hurt him in the end. The first time Oliver kissed him, Cadick realized he wasn't the only individual.

18. Adult

There are many reasons children and teens want to become adults. For Cadick, it was to break free from his father's tyranny. For Oliver, it was the freedom to make his own bad decisions. When they met and began dating, it became the freedom to be together without worrying about parents trying to separate them.

19. Wisdom

Oliver always thought that Cadick was sort of like a 50 year old trapped in a 23 year old's body. He was quick witted, had a sharp tongue and wasn't afraid to speak his mind, but he was also incredibly wise and you were bound to learn something from him, regardless of the conversation.

20. Rejection

Rejection was something Cadick dealt with often throughout his life. His father didn't want him, he'd been picked on in school for his intelligence, cleanliness and girlish behaviorism's (the bullying resulting in him later developing a bad reaction to the word "fag" in which he'd hurt anyone who dare call him such a thing), people avoided him and he never allowed himself close to anyone. So he found it odd that whenever he'd admit something to Oliver that he would never tell anyone else, his boyfriend would just smile and accept it and they would move on with their lives.

How Did They Meet? KadenxDouglas

"Lookit her!"

"She's a hotty, huh?"

"Why dontcha go talk to'er?"

Kaden slid lower in his seat, in the booth, in the small cafe he and his 'friends' were at. David, Anthony and Mark were sitting with him, David next to him and the other two on the opposite side. They had spotted a pretty red head sitting a few booths down, sipping coffee and texting, and had immediately decided he should ask her out on grounds that he didn't have a girlfriend.

Which was total BS, seeing as David was the only one among them who did have a girlfriend.

Plus, he didn't really care for her. No, he was more interested in the boy sitting in the booth just past her. He was reading a book and drinking something from a mug, his charcoal-colored hair lightly brushing his cheeks.

"C'mon dude, go talk ta her!" David pressed, elbowing his friend in the ribs. Kaden sighed, "Fine."

"Yes!" Mark and Anthony high-fived, making Kaden roll his eyes, "You guys have to leave though."

"Whaaat?" Anthony whined.

"You have to leave. I don't want you cramping my style. I'll text you later and let you know how it goes."

"Aw c'mon!" David groaned, "That's not fair, bra."

"Shut up and leave already."

Whining and groaning the whole way, the boys finally stood from the table and walked out the door. They each gave him a thumbs up from outside before heading down the sidewalk towards the college.

Kaden stood and walked toward the girl...

Walking past her and sitting down across from the dark-haired boy. "Yo."

The boy stopped reading and looked up, seemingly surprised at his sudden guest. He sat the book down and smiled, "Hello."

"I'm Kaden." He introduced himself, holding his hand out for the other to take. The boy smiled, "Douglas." He said as he grasped the hand, shaking it.

"Nice to meet you." Kaden said smoothly, handsome smirk making it's way across his face as their hands parted. Douglas blushed and cheerfully replied, "You too."

Kaden leaned on the table, "I've seen you around campus. What's your major?"

"Medical. You?"

"Computer Science."

"Oh, that's neat!"

"Yeah, it's pretty interesting. So are you training to be a doctor or what?"

"I was leaning toward Radiology."

"And that is...?"

Douglas smiled and took a sip of his hot chocolate before diving into the first decent conversation he'd had in quite some time.

***

Kaden was glad he and Douglas hadn't scheduled any classes the rest of the day. They stayed in the cafe and talked for several hours, ordering food and drinks when they needed and jumping to different subjects.

Sadly, it was nearing six o'clock and the cafe would be closing.

"I guess I'd best be going." Douglas said as he slipped his book into a bag at his feet. Kaden smiled, "We should hang out sometime."

The freshman blushed, "You mean, like a date?"

Kaden's friendly smile turned into a smirk, "You could call it that, if you like. How about it?"

"Uh, s-sure."

"Awesome. Can I get your number?"

Douglas nodded and pulled his phone from his pocket, Kaden doing the same. They exchanged numbers and agreed on a time.

Kaden stood and walked out with Douglas. "Since you live on campus, could I walk you to your apartment?"

"If you want." Douglas smiled.

They made small talk as they headed to the apartments. When they made it to Douglas', they bid each other farewell and Kaden headed for his dorm.

***

"Dude, you're gay??" David said, stunned, from where he was sitting on his bed. Kaden gave him an odd look as he ran a comb through his wet, shoulder length brown hair, "We've been best friends for five years, I thought for sure you'd figured it out by now."

"How was I supposed to! It's not like you ever had a boyfriend!" David said, using his arms for emphasis. Kaden rolled his eyes and sat down on his bed, "I was dating Ralph for like, seven months, and Lance before that."

David paused, thinking it over. "... Is that why you were hanging around them so much at the time? And why they suddenly stopped hanging around after awhile?"

"Duh."

"But... but... You dated Stacy Wilson Senior year!"

"No, I agreed to act like her boyfriend so her ex would leave her alone."

"But-"

"Face it, dude," Kaden said as he laid down, "I'm gay. Get over it."

David turned off the light and laid down as well, "I'm not sure how comfortable I am sharing the same room as a gay man." He whispered. Kaden snorted, "You've been sharing the same room as me for two years. I'm not gonna sneak over at night and rape you. And anyway, I have my eyes on Douglas, remember?"

"Yeah..."

"Besides, you're bigger than me. If I tried, you'd probably just flip me over and butt-rape me as 'punishment.' Freak." Kaden said, smiling when he heard his best friend laugh.

***

"Hey, gorgeous. Ready?" Kaden asked as Douglas let him into the apartment. "Almost." Douglas said as he disappeared around a corner, only to return seconds later with a hoodie.

"What's that for?"

Douglas shrugged, "In case it get's cold later. I never leave home without a hoodie."

Kaden laughed and walked Douglas out to his car, where he graciously opened the passenger door for the other man. Douglas blushed and gave a small smile before slipping inside.

They chatted about this and that all the way to dinner.

Douglas was surprised when they pulled into a homey looking restaurant.

"I know it looks unimpressive," Kaden said apologetically, "But I promise they have some of the best food you've ever eaten."

And he was right. Fifteen minutes later, when a plate full of hot food was set in front of him and he took his first bite, Douglas was amazed at the taste. "This is amazing!"

"Yup. I eat here as often as possible." Kaden grinned. He reached into his pocket to check his wallet to make sure he had enough cash to cover the date expenses (he only used his credit card when he had to) and was horrified to discover that he was not there. He checked his other pocket to find that it, too, was empty.

"Shit." He whispered, remembering leaving it in his other pants after changing clothes after classes that day.

"What's wrong?" Douglas asked, concern evident in his voice and on his face.

"Nothing..." Kaden reassured quickly. He quickly thought up a plan and excused himself from the table, heading into the bathroom. He pulled out his cell and dialed David, praying he was still near the dorms.

"Yo."

"David? Dude, I need a huge favor."

"Out of condoms?" Kaden could practically hear the grin on his face, "NO. Can you bring me my wallet? I left it in the pants I was wearing this morning. They're in the dirty clothes bag in the bathroom."

"..."

"Hello?"

"Dude, are you serious?"

"Yes I'm serious! Get it for me!"

"Okay okay, geez. I'll get it for you. Where are you?"

"The Skyline, like five minutes away from the apartments."

"Okay. Be there in ten."

"Awesome. Thanks."

"Anytime."

Kaden put the phone away and headed back to his table.

"You okay?" Douglas asked when he returned. Kaden nodded, sitting, "I forgot to turn off the lights in our dorm room, so I had to call David."

"Okay." The smaller male smiled and took another bite.

Ten minutes later, Kaden was completely horrified when David knocked on the window next to their booth, wallet in his hand and a huge grin on his face. He gestured to the wallet with his free hand, "I got your wallet!" He called, voice muffled by the glass.

Kaden groaned and face-palmed, "Oh my God..."

Douglas giggled, "You could have told me you forgot your wallet."

"No. Way. I was not going to use that lame 'I left my wallet in my other pants' excuse on the first date." Kaden said as he stood. He hurriedly went outside to snatch his wallet from David's hand, giving him a dirty glare before going back inside.

Douglas giggled as he and David exchanged friendly waves before the older boy departed. "He seems nice." Douglas commented as he let his hand fall back to the table. "More like incredibly embarrassing..." Kaden muttered darkly, poking at his food.

Douglas laughed.

After dinner, they head to the theater.

"Oh, I'd love to see Zombieland!" Douglas suggested as they stood outside the theater. Kaden gave a small laugh, "Sure, that sounds great. Never would have pegged you for a horror fan, though."

Douglas pretended to be hurt, "It's not a horror, it's a comedy! Besides, I'm in Medical, remember? Blood and guts have never phased me."

Kaden chuckled and purchased two tickets for the movie, leading Douglas inside with a hand on his lower back.

***

Kaden was slightly surprised at how immune Douglas was to gore, the younger boy having never batted an eye the entire movie.

It was kind of a turn on.

"I had a nice time." Douglas said with a smile as they stood outside his apartment. "Me too." Kaden agreed.

They stood in silence, each unsure of what to do. Finally, Kaden leaned forward and gave Douglas a gentle kiss on the forehead. The younger boy blushed and giggled, "You're sweet."

"You're beautiful." Kaden said smoothly, attractive smirk on his face. They bid each other good night and Kaden walked back to his car.

Six months later, they moved into Douglas' apartment together.

Four months after that, Kaden met Tynan.

One month after that, he began cheating on Douglas.

Almost five months later, Douglas was curled in his bath tub, pain rocketing through his body, his world slowly growing dark as he wondered where it had all gone so wrong.

How Did They Meet? HectorxCedric

Hector laughed like a madman as he stumbled through the dark city streets.

Free. He was finally free!

This infection that was taking over everywhere had been his godsend. It had allowed him and the other inmates to break free.

He cackled loudly. A 'Screamer' they'd called him. He liked being a Screamer.

He tripped, almost falling, before hitting a wall with his side. He frowned. It sucked not being able to use your arms. He tugged at the straight jacket, trying to break free, but to no avail. He made an irritated noise and continued on. He wasn't going anywhere specific, just needed to get as far away from the hellhole asylum he'd been stuck in for over six years as possible.

He headed toward a large building close by. It was an abandoned Sugar Mill and would be a good place to stop and rest for the night.

Or so he thought.

As he stumbled into the building, a strange noise met his ears. He tilted his head to listen. Crying?

He headed for the noise, thinking someone might be hurt.

Or maybe there was someone to hurt.

He grinned when he saw a thin woman sitting in a corner, crying. Her pretty little neck would be easy to snap. "Miss?" He said in his most calm voice possible, putting on the fake smile that had won him so many victims. "Are you alright?" He said, stepping closer, "Perhaps we could help each other out, hm?"

The crying stopped and was replaced with a low growling. Hector titled his head, "Miss?"

"AAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!" Without warning, she screeched and jumped up, throwing out her arms and running at him. Hector noted that her fingers were very long and sharp claws, before turning and bolting.

He was glad that he was no longer human, otherwise she might have caught him. Thanks to being a special infected, however, he easily out ran her and hid. He stayed low, crouched in some bushes until he heard her start crying again. He sighed in relief before slipping out and heading in the opposite direction....

Right into another one.

Hector stopped dead in his tracks when he saw a second woman crying a few feet away from him. He'd been too preoccupied with the first to notice her, and thankfully, she seemed too preoccupied with crying to notice him. He silently began backing away...

He backed into something that gasped. He didn't have to look to know what it was when it began growling. When she shrieked, he took off. He glanced behind him to see that the third crying woman, who had been standing rather than sitting like the others, was about to give chase, forgetting about the second until he tripped over her. She yelled and began making that same loud noise as the other two.

He stumbled and caught himself before he hit the ground and ran as hard and fast as he could, long black hair flowing behind him and the two PMSing ladies on his tail. He rounded a corner and quickly ducked into what he believed to be a way into the factory. He was horrified to realize that it seemed to be a storage room.

He curled himself into a corner and listened as the two ran past him outside. He relaxed, thinking he'd escaped death again.

He almost died on the spot, however, when he heard more crying. Another woman, sitting in the opposite corner, had yet to notice him. He stood as silently as possible and attempted to sneak out past her.

She suddenly turned and began growling. Throwing caution to the wind, he took off, leaving the storage room and heading straight into the trees beyond. He stopped just inside the tree line and slammed himself behind a tree, breathing heavily and listening closely for more crying.

When he heard none, he slid down the trunk of the tree and rested there. He pulled his knees to his chest and closed his eyes, tilting his head back to rest it against the tree.

That's when he heard it. A very faint crying. He groaned, mentally preparing to run again.

As it drew closer, he realized that it sounded different from the others. He'd heard enough crying in his day to know that this was a boy. He peeked out from behind the tree and watched as a blonde boy in tattered clothes slowly wandered out from behind some crates. His arms were wrapped around himself and he kept his head down as he softly sobbed.

Hector grinned widely. This boy was just how he liked them; small, beautiful, young, blonde, vulnerable. He watched in delight as the boy stumbled and fell to his knees, crying louder and moving his clawed hands to cover his face. Hector's face fell.

The boy was one of them. There was no way he could get close.

Or could he?

As silently as possible, he stood and backed further into the trees. When he could no longer see the boy through the trees he turned and headed for town.

***

"Goddammit!" Hector cursed quietly as he peered into the window of the gas station. Inside, several survivors were messing with guns or patching up wounds.

He needed in that fucking station.

Taking a few steps back, he tossed his head back and let out a loud shriek before hiding on the windowless side of the building.

Within seconds, a horde swarmed the building, busting windows and rushing in. Hector listened intently for the screams and gunshots to die down.

In a few minutes, it became silent. Hector grinned and went back around to the front, easily slipping in through a shattered door. Several infected were eating the fallen survivors. He moved past them and headed for the cash register.

He let out a mad laugh when he found what he was looking for; a plastic tub full of those cheap fake roses. He didn't know what color the boy would like, so he grabbed a red one because it reminded him of blood. He couldn't pick it up with his hands, as they were restrained to his sides, so he tilted his head and picked it up with his mouth.

He left the station and headed back to the Sugar Mill. It didn't take long.

He first went to the place he'd previously seen the boy. He was no longer there, so Hector carefully searched the general area. He eventually found him next to a stack of large pipes.

The Screamer went around until he was behind the boy and very carefully made his way towards him. He moved slowly and silently, taking his time with deliberate steps as he drew closer and closer to the sobbing boy. He stopped when he was barely two feet away and slowly leaned down. The boy made no move as if he'd heard. Hector slowly repositioned his feet, then dropped the rose and bolted.

He stopped around the corner and listened. He couldn't hear the boy crying any longer. Cautiously, he peeked around the corner and watched as the blonde looked around, confused, before his gaze fell on the rose. He carefully picked it up, with some difficulty because of the claws, and examined it. He sniffled and gave a very small smile before turning back around and holding it against his chest, crying softer than before.

A mad grin tore across Hector's face.

***

He didn't sleep, paranoia rarely allowed him to anyway, and instead thought over how he was going to get close enough to the boy to hurt him. Granted, it really would have been smarter just to leave him alone and find someone else to harm, but Hector was too crazy to realize this.

Hector's first, and only, idea was to shower him with gifts. Naturally, he didn't think about how he was going to actually introduce himself or what he was going to do other than give the boy gifts. Instead, he focused on thinking up gift ideas and what he was going to do to the poor boy later.

The whole reason he'd been caught in the first place was poor planning. There was always a beginning and an end, but never a middle. Sadly, he often forgot this little flaw.

***

When daylight flooded the horizon, Hector set out to find items in which to display his 'affection.' He went to a general store and used his mouth to carry a basket which he dropped things into. Trinkets, teddy bears, beanie babies, jewelry and candy found their way into the basket, which Hector then carried back to the shack he'd taken refuge in.

He took a blue teddy bear and headed back to the Mill.

The boy wasn't far from where he'd been the previous day, the red rose sitting next to him as he cried. Like before, Hector carefully sneaked up behind him and dropped the bear, running for his life the next instant. He hid behind some crates and waited. When he felt he was safe, he peaked around and watched the boy gently rubbing the bear's head and sniffling.

Hector grinned and watched over the boy in silence.

***

"Be careful, this place is full of Witches." The female survivor warned. Hector watched them wearily them from the bushes. Witches? Where those the crying girls everywhere?

He followed them silently. He felt they were a threat to not only him, but the little Witch he was courting as well. He'd grown attached to the boy in the week he'd been watching over him.

Hector gave a low growl when the survivors rounded a corner near where he knew the boy was weeping. His sensitive ears picked up the Witch's unique cry before they could hear it.

He glared darkly at the healthy group. They had become an immediate threat and would need to be disposed of. He sat down and gave a loud shriek.

"Screamer!" A man shouted. The survivors began shooting wildly into the brush and running at the same time.

Running in the opposite direction Hector wanted them to go.

Yelling in frustration, Hector stood and ran along the tree line. He quickly passed them and headed toward the familiar crying. He spotted the boy sitting in the middle of the path several feet in front of him. Behind him, he could hear the horde and the survivors fighting one another.

When he stopped behind the boy, he finally realized that he had not planned this far. The blonde turned and looked at him, a mix between fear, anger and confusion on his face.

Time seemed to slow as they made eye contact. Hector gazed into foggy blue while the boy stared back into murky black. The Screamer swallowed roughly, voice leaving him.

"There's the Screamer! He's with a Witch!"

Time returned to normal as Hector snapped his head around and saw a male survivor taking aim at him. He couldn't scream again for fear he'd upset the little Witch next to him. A shot rang out, barely missing him, which was enough to get him moving again. Acting on instinct, he bit into the back of the boy's shirt and lifted.

The boy was light and required little effort to pick up. Hector would have sworn he heard one of the survivors yell "What the fuck?!" as he took off with the Witch in his jaws.

In the week he'd followed the boy, Hector had memorized the layout of the Mill. He headed for the front where he knew there was an opening into the Mill.

As he rushed through to doors, he completely ignored the two sobbing women inside and ran up a flight of stairs to the second story, which was nothing more than a grated pathway overlooking the factory. He headed for a dark area where several common infected were wandering around. He pushed through them to an opening and gently sat the Witch down in a corner.

Hector stayed low as he peered out between the bars of the path and looked down at the doors.

"They went in here."

He growled as two male survivors entered. He was ready to shriek if need be, even at the risk of upsetting the Witches.

Thankfully, he didn't have to.

"Witches!" One survivor whispered harshly to his partner when both infected began growling at them. They attempted to flee, but it was too late as the two Witches screeched and went after them.

Hector grinned as all four fled the building and quietly returned to where he'd left the boy.

When they made eye contact again, Hector realized how terrified he was. The boy was looking up at him fearfully, tears in his lovely eyes, and the Screamer was very afraid. Not of what the Witch could do to him, but of the boy rejecting him. He tried to speak, but felt his face heat up and his mouth run dry.

The boy whimpered and sniffled, rubbing his eyes, and Hector took the chance and ran. "Don't leave meeee!" He heard the boy call as he went down the stairs two at a time, but he ignored it and quickly exited the Mill.

***

Hector came back to the Mill the next day, a large bouquet of fake flowers in his jaws. He found the boy sitting outside of where he'd left him the previous day. Swallowing nervously, he cautiously made his way toward the boy, whom he noticed was sobbing harder than he had before.

He stopped in front of him and fell to his knees, tilting his head so that the flowers were standing correctly. When the boy looked up, Hector gave him a sheepish smile and leaned a little closer. The boy sniffled and carefully took the bouquet, looking it over thoughtfully as Hector shifted to sit on his rump rather than his knees.

They starred at each other in silence. Hector felt his insides begin to twist with nervousness and his face heat up. He wanted to run again, but was fighting the urge.

Finally, the boy wiped his eyes and spoke, "I'm Cedric."

"Hector." The Screamer answered quickly.

"That's nice." Cedric whimpered, "I liked your gifts."

"That's good."

Cedric nodded and looked down at the straight jacket, "Did you hurt someone?"

"I used to..."

The Witch sniffled, "Are you gonna hurt me?"

"I thought about it..." Hector admitted, "But I don't think I can..." He lied.

Cedric's mouth twitched, as though he nearly smiled, and he reached forward and cut the sleeves so Hector's arms were freed.

Hector moved his arms, stretching them, holding them out, lifting them above his head, testing them, using them for the first time in years, while grinning like a madman. "Thanks!" He said appreciatively.

"D-don't m-mention it." Cedric choked before he began sobbing again. "H-hey!" Hector called, leaning down to see the boy's face, "Don't cry! What's wrong?"

"Y-you're going t-to l-leave agaaiin!!" Cedric sobbed into his hands. Hector gently grasped his wrists and moved them away from his face, "No I won't." He spoke softly, pulling the boy into his lap.

"P-promise?" Cedric whimpered and sniffled. Hector grinned as sanely as possible, wiping the tears from the blonde's eyes, "Promise."

Cedric smiled then. A real smile. Hector's throat clenched and he couldn't breathe. He leaned down and pressed their lips together, overjoyed when Cedric wrapped his arms around his neck and returned the kiss.

When they parted, Cedric lowered his arms and nuzzled the older man's neck, "I'm so happy." He whispered. "Me too." Hector agreed, holding the boy close.

And he was.

In an odd moment of clarity he hadn't experienced in over ten years, he realized his previous 'lie' had been the truth. He couldn't hurt Cedric.

He could only protect him and love him.

Infatuated Infected 4 (End)

"Kay-den?" Douglas called as he slipped through an open window.

"In here, babe." Kaden called from another room. Douglas grinned and headed toward the voice.

Kaden was rummaging around in a bedroom. "What do-ing?" Douglas grunted with some effort. He was still learning this whole 'talking' thing Kaden had insisted on trying to teach him.

"Looking for anything useful." Kaden replied while pulling things out of a drawer next to the bed. He paused when something started buzzing, then dropped whatever he was holding and slammed with drawer with a yell of "Sick!" He quickly stood and turned to Douglas, "Time to go."

Douglas tilted his head, "Why? What?"

"Because. Let's go." Kaden coughed and walked out the door and into the hallway, Douglas following close behind.

They went into the den next. Douglas made himself a place on the couch while Kaden began going through drawers.

They had been traveling for several days now, breaking into random houses to look for supplies or to rest. Along the way, Kaden had been teaching him to speak and they'd made two new friends.

Douglas didn't bat an eye when he heard someone stumble into the house, crying. Cedric wandered into the living room and plopped down on the couch next to Douglas, face buried in his clawed hands, sobbing. The Hunter placed a comforting hand on his shoulder, which didn't stop the crying.

"Where's Hector?" Kaden asked as he passed by the couch and went into the kitchen.

"I don't knoooooowww!!" The male Witch howled.

As if on cue, the cackling Screamer haphazardly wandered into the den and stopped infront of the Witch. Cedric looked up and was slightly surprised when a small and rough-looking bouquet of flowers was thrust in his face.

"Flowers!" Hector proclaimed proudly, grinning from ear to ear like the madman he was. Cedric sniffled and took them from him, examining them with his full attention before giving the Screamer a small smile. Hector quickly sat down next to his friend and tossed an arm over his shoulders, pulling him close.

Not liking how crowded the couch had suddenly become, Douglas swiftly moved to the recliner.

Douglas had thought the two were an odd pair since he'd first met them. A Screamer and a Witch? How on Earth did that work?

Cedric was the only male Witch anyone knew of. His short blonde hair was darker than a normal Witch's and his white T-shirt and denim shorts were badly shredded.

Hector was the only Screamer they'd ever met, though he claimed he knew several others. Cedric had cut the sleeves of his straight jacket for him so that he could use his arms. His long black hair, crooked teeth and strange demeanor made Douglas nervous.

Cedric liked to sit in silent places, while Hector was always making noise or being crazy.

Yet, they made it work.

"Okay, let's get outta here." Kaden announced as he exited the kitchen and headed for the entrance. Douglas quickly followed, along with the others.

***

"Sugar!" Hector announced loudly as he sat down infront of Cedric, a box of sugar in one hand and a spoon in the other. It was a little known fact that Witches greatly enjoyed sugar* so the Screamer often went to find some for Cedric.

Cedric smiled slightly as Hector held out a spoonful of sugar for him to eat.

Kaden and Douglas watched from across the small fire they'd built for light. They were camped out on the outskirts of town, awaiting daylight before traveling further into the wasteland the area had become.

"So sweet you could puke, huh?" Kaden snickered, referring to the scene before them. Douglas chuckled in agreement. He watched as the Smoker coughed and laid down and quickly curled up with him.

Hector glanced around suspiciously as Cedric ate another spoonful. He looked back long enough to scoop up more and hold it out to his boyfriend before going back to scanning the black landscape.

Some would call him paranoid, but he was just careful. Very careful.

Had to protect himself.

Had to protect Cedric.

The healthy people would get them if he wasn't careful.

Had to watch. Had to make sure no one was watching them, trying to kill them.

A noise made him snap his head around in a different direction, body tense and ears sharpened to listen closely. Cedric lightly tapped his arm, "Hector?"

The Screamer turned, his attention now drawn to the Witch. "Hm?"

"Hector, there's no one out there." Cedric whispered, "No one's going to hurt us here."

"Hafta be careful." Hector said, voice wavering with his mania, "Can't let your guard down. That's how they getcha. That's how Jacob went. And Vaughn. Can't let them get close. Can't let them get you." His eyes were moving back and forth quickly, paranoia setting in.

Cedric whimpered and let out a soft sob, pulling Hector's attention back to him. The dark-haired man set the sugar and spoon aside and pulled the Witch into his lap. "I'm sorry." He whispered, aware of the fact that his extreme mania often upset the younger boy.

"It's alright." Cedric whimpered, burying his face in the Screamer's neck.

Hector shifted into a more comfortable position and allowed the blonde to fall asleep in his arms.
He did not join him in sleep. Instead, he held him protectively and obsessively scanned the area the whole night.

***

It took two days to get to the next town. Kaden broke into the first house and began rummaging while Cedric sat on the couch and cried. Hector and Douglas searched for survivors and other special infected. Hector's paranoia and OCD wouldn't let him stay in a town he hadn't thoroughly searched and Douglas enjoyed the hunt.

Hours later, Hector followed Douglas as he sniffed out Kaden and Cedric. He found them in a simple and not badly damaged house near the middle of town. Hector immediately began comforting Cedric while Douglas looked for Kaden.

He found him sitting on the floor in a bedroom, deep in thought. He sat down beside him and nuzzled his shoulder. Kaden smiled and reached up to tug the Hunter's hood down and kiss him.

Douglas hummed in appreciation and crawled into Kaden's lap.

It wasn't long before the Smoker spaced out again. Douglas tilted his head, "What's wrong?"

Kaden shrugged and coughed. "I was just thinking."

Douglas frowned. Kaden 'just thinking' was always bad. "About?"

"Just... Is there anyone living left? If there are, will they be able to cure this? What if we can't be cured? If we stop existing, where will we go? Is there an afterlife? Are we allowed there? What if we don't 'die'? Will we just exist forever, or will we eventually rot away or something? How much longer do we have? Will we-" He was silenced when Douglas pressed their lips together.

The kiss seemed to last forever, but they eventually parted. Kaden grinned shyly, "Sorry. I know you hate it when I do that." Douglas smiled and pecked him on the lips again, "Secks?"

"Hell yeah!" The Smoker said excitedly before coughing several times. The Hunter chuckled and got out of his lap, getting onto the bed instead. Kaden stood and left the room as his lover undressed, going into the den to find their companions.

When he walked in, both were sitting on the couch, Cedric in Hector's lap and reading a book out loud. They looked up when they heard him.

"I can't read." Hector said, as if the scene required explanation, "So he's reading it for me."

"Cool. Douglas and I will be busy in the bedroom, so don't come running in there, okay?"

It was a little awkward telling other people what he and Douglas did in private, but they had learned the hard way that if Hector didn't know what a noise was, he was going to panic and figure it out his way, even if that meant breaking down a locked bedroom door.

Both nodded and went back to the book as Kaden headed back to his waiting lover.

Hector stayed calm and quiet as he listened to Cedric's soothing voice read. He'd always liked his voice. He'd always liked Cedric. Ever since he saw the small Witch crying outside of the Sugar Mill, he'd wanted to stay close to him, to protect him as best he could, even though he knew he couldn't exactly fight on his own, his only strength being his ability to summon the horde, and the Witch was much more dangerous. Still, that didn't stop him from constantly being on guard, watching for anything that might pose a threat.

"Cedric?" Hector interrupted suddenly. The Witch stopped mid-sentence and looked up at the Screamer, "Yes?"

"I love you."

Cedric smiled brightly, "I love you too."

Kaden and Douglas

Infatuated Infected 3

Kaden had no idea if Douglas would ever remember him or anything of his human life. The thought was painful, but he forced the pain away. Atleast he had Douglas now, right? That's what mattered. Even if his love seemed to hate his guts at the moment. He'd get over that... Probably.

It had been five days and, while he was glad that the Hunter didn't do much protesting anymore, he still didn't seem to like him.

Kaden stood from the couch and stretched before letting out several coughs. He turned to Douglas, "Are you hungry? Let's go find someone."

He smiled when the Hunter stood without provocation, even though the Smoker still kept him restrained. He also noted that Douglas understood him when he spoke, meaning he still had at least some brain function.

That was a good sign.

***

Though he didn't want to admit it, Kaden worried he would have to leave his home soon. Survivors were few and far between. He didn't actually need to eat, but he did enjoy it and it stopped the horrible hunger pains.

He watched dully as one survivor ran for his life through the mall. He was two floors above the man, who ran for the stairs as two normal infected chased after him, and found his attempt to flee rather amusing.

The Hunter whined beside him, shifting around as though itching to be free. Kaden looked at him questioningly. Douglas met his gaze and whimpered. The Smoker knew what he wanted, "If I let you go, will you come back to me?"

Douglas was silent.

Kaden sighed a defeated sigh. "It's wrong of me to keep you against your will, isn't it?" He questioned. Douglas whined and tugged at his bonds. Kaden watched wearily for a few seconds before pulling Douglas closer and gently kissing his forehead. He stepped away and removed the tongue that kept the Hunter bound.

Free at last, the Hunter let out a loud shriek and jumped down a floor, quickly locating his prey and pouncing.

The Smoker jumped down a floor as well and took a seat against the railing a few feet from where Douglas was tearing his victim apart. He watched silently, thinking over what he wanted, what was right, what the Hunter wanted and what he was going to do.

Once the man stopped moving, Douglas sank his teeth into his skin and began feasting. He finished quickly and looked back up at Kaden.

They stared at each other for a long period, neither moving. Finally, Kaden sighed and closed his eyes, leaning his head back. He knew that letting the other go was really the only option and he knew the Hunter would leave.

He coughed a few times and put a hand over his eyes, as though it would block the pain.

It wasn't fair. Why was he still so human, when none of the others were? Was it some sort of divine punishment for his sins?

He barely heard the light shuffle of fabric and clicking of claws as the Hunter came closer, stopping in front of the Smoker. Kaden lifted his hand and opened his eyes to look at Douglas, who was sitting a few paces from his feet, watching him.

He got angry.

He leaned forward slightly. The Hunter leaned away, growling low in his throat.

"Shut up." Kaden snapped. Douglas fell silent, seemingly surprised. Kaden glared at him, "Why didn't you just leave like you were supposed to? You're not Douglas." He gritted his teeth. "I killed Douglas!" He yelled and stood suddenly. The Hunter fell back in shock and slight fear.

Why was the Smoker suddenly so angry? Hadn't he wanted his company?

Kaden loomed above the smaller infected. He was so angry he could feel the smoke that sometimes seeped from the bulges on his shoulder increase. He clenched and unclenched his fists, trying to keep control.

He snapped when the Hunter let out a small whine. A tongue in his shoulder whipped out and grabbed a kiosk in the aisle and through it violently against the wall.

This was enough to make him feel better and calm him down. He turned away from the other infected and headed for the exit. He heard shuffling behind him and turned to see that the Hunter was attempting to follow.

"GET LOST!" He yelled. He felt bad when the Hunter shrank at his words, but turned away, coughing, and kept going.

***

For two days Kaden kept himself locked in the apartment, only stepping out into the hallway once in a while to smoke. He knew that was ridiculous; it shouldn't matter anymore if he smoked in the apartment or not. Hell, he was naturally smoking more than half the time anyway.

It was habit, he supposed, and he liked the feeling of normalcy it brought.

For the most part, he sat on the couch and flipped through static on the television; another comforting habit. He also liked to just stand in the kitchen sometimes. There was no real reason for it, it was just something to do. He would use the bathroom when he needed to, but only used the shower and kept the sliding door to the bathtub shut at all times. He rarely ventured into the bedroom. There were many pictures in that room; pictures he could no longer stand to look at.

Nearing the end of the third day, a violent scratching on the door got Kaden up from the couch. He grumbled in irritation, figuring it to be another common infected.

He yanked open the door violently and was immediately knocked to the floor, forcing rough coughs out of his throat. A weight on his torso alerted him to company.

Looking up, he was surprised to see a very familiar, but blood stained face. "Douglas?"

He received a grunt in reply. He looked over the younger infected and cringed, "What are you covered in?!?" He sat up and the Hunter scooted down and looked himself over. Kaden sniffed at the fabric of the hoodie and almost puked, "Is that Boomer bile?! Sick!" Douglas looked back up at him and tilted his head.

The Smoker coughed as he got up and picked the other up with one of his tongues. The Hunter made no noise as he was lifted off the ground and Kaden carefully removed his shoes and socks, throwing them out into the hallway, before putting him back down on his feet. The older infected carefully gripped the younger's arm and led him to the bathroom. "Stay." He instructed and he left to go get clean towels and rags.

When he came back, Douglas' clothes were strewn across the floor, but the dark-haired man was nowhere in sight. Kaden sighed in irritation and sat the towels down on the counter.

A strange scratching sound drew his attention to the bathtub, where the sliding door was cracked. "Douglas?" He asked cautiously as he slid it open and peered inside. Douglas was sitting on the other end, naked, messing with something. Kaden sighed and climbed in so he could reach the other infected. "Douglas, what are you doing?"

Douglas looked up and handed the small device to Kaden, who took it questioningly. It wasn't until he had it in his hand that he realized it was Douglas' cell phone.

Shaken, he sat down in the tub and examined the device. It was off, so he held down a button and was glad to see it turn on. He face fell when Douglas' wallpaper made an appearance. It was them, sitting on the fountain at the park that opened days before the infection hit. Their faces were pressed together, Douglas' having taken the picture with his cell himself. Kaden had a blank expression on his face, as he often did back then, but Douglas was smiling enough for the both of them.

It was the last picture they'd ever taken together.

The Hunter watched the Smoker silently. He had the strangest feeling that he'd been here with him before, but in a different, happier time...

He could vaguely recall being with the Smoker in other situations, before he had all those tongues and growths. It was strange, foreign almost, and somewhat comforting.

Douglas. That had been his name before.

Kailen... Kevin... Kamen... Kaden? Had that been the Smoker's name? Kaden sounded right...

Things began to clear and, while he couldn't remember everything, he could clearly see himself with the other at the park, at home, in stores and other places. The memories weren't detailed and only lasted a few seconds each, but they were there.

His most vivid memory was here, on his last day, cold and scared, trying to call Kaden, but not being able to reach him. He could remember the pain, both physical and emotional, as he took his final breath's as a human, passing out and later waking with a primal hunger.

He heard Kaden let out a soft sob and looked up. The Smoker was obviously very upset and lowered his arms where he held the phone and bowed his head. Acting on instinct more than anything, Douglas crawled across the ceramic underneath him and sat on his knees at the Smoker's feet. He put his hands on the other infected's knees and leaned forward, using his nose to tip the other's head enough so that he place a kiss on his forehead.

Kaden was quite surprised by the sudden act of tenderness from a seemingly cold creature. Still, he moved his arms and legs and was pleased when Douglas crawled in and curled against him. He wrapped his arms tightly around the smaller frame and held him close.

"I'm sorry." He spoke softly, "I'm sorry I cheated, I'm sorry I left, I'm sorry I did this to you." His voice trembled and a knot formed in his throat. Douglas sighed and kissed his neck, as though saying 'I forgive you.'

***

Kaden felt much better after stepping out of the shower. He dried off and wrapped a towel around his waist, then helped Douglas do the same. Once it was secure, Douglas immediately took off, heading toward the bedroom. Kaden chuckled and followed.

Upon entering the bedroom, Kaden found that Douglas had abandoned his towel and was now on all fours on the bed and was sniffing the sheets. He was also facing away, meaning Kaden got an eye full.

Before he could even think to fight it, 'Little' Kaden was standing at full attention. He cursed under his breath and tried to ignore it. As he passed the bed to get to the closet, his towel was suddenly yanked off. Surprised, he turned to find Douglas giving him an oddly seductive look, head resting on folded arms and butt in the air behind him.

A tongue slithered out from Kaden's shoulder and slowly made its way between Douglas' pale cheeks, brushing against his hole, before sliding to the front and wrapping around his hardened length. Douglas let out a shaky sigh in reply and reached out and grabbed Kaden's member, gently pulling him closer. He lightly licked the tip and few times before taking the whole thing in his mouth, pulling a gasp and a cough from the Smoker.

Obviously, Kaden was quite surprised at the sudden affection, but he wasn't complaining.

Kaden groaned and buried a hand in charcoal-colored hair. Douglas growled low in his throat, but continued to bob his head in a steady rhythm.

Kaden's breathing became irregular as he felt himself nearing the edge. Douglas seemed to take notice and removed his mouth. He snarled and growled until Kaden took his tongue away.

Douglas turned and crawled up the bed, sitting in the middle and facing away from the Smoker. He looked over his shoulder at Kaden, eyes half-lidded. Kaden took the hint and crawled into the middle with him, sitting with his chest pressed against the Hunter's back and his hands resting on slender hips. The smaller infected purred and leaned back against him, tilting his head up. Kaden leaned down and pressed their lips firmly together.

Douglas parted his lips and growled. Kaden couldn't help but smirk as he slid his tongue into the other male's moist cavern to explore and was pleased when he heard a low groan followed by two hands coming up to tangle in his hair and pull him down further.

The tongue protruding from his neck slithered out and quickly made its way lower, gently prodding at Douglas' hole before slipping inside a few inches. Douglas gasped and moved his hands to grip at Kaden's knees. Kaden broke the kiss and turned the Hunter's head so he could kiss and nip his neck, extending a tongue from his shoulder to wrap around his lover's neglected region. Douglas gasped and groaned in appreciation.

After several more thrusts, Kaden lifted the Hunter's slender hips and removed the tongue and used it instead to slowly guide himself into the tight heat. Douglas gave a sharp cry as he was penetrated by something larger, gripping the Smoker's knees tightly and growling low in his throat as it slid in deeper.

Kaden lightly rubbed Douglas' hips and kissed his neck, waiting patiently for him to adjust.

When Douglas sighed and leaned forward so that he was on his hands and knees, Kaden began lightly thrusting. He started out slow and gentle and steadily increased his rhythm, quickly learning what Douglas wanted based on the noises he made.

Douglas panted and whined, gripping the sheets under him tightly as the pleasure increased. The tongue wrapped around his member pumped in time with the thrusts and drew him closer and closer to completion.

Kaden's grip on the Hunter's hips tightened as he felt heat build up in his lower region. He stroked Douglas' faster in hopes that he would break first. He was quite pleased when the body underneath him tensed and a loud shriek filled the room as Douglas went over the edge.

Kaden groaned when the walls around him suddenly tightened. He gasped and coughed as he too went tumbling over the edge.

All was still for several seconds as they both came down from their shared high. Their pants sounded loud in the otherwise silent room.

Finally, Kaden gathered enough strength to pull out and lay down next to his lover. He smiled when Douglas laid down as well and curled up against him. He wrapped an arm around pale shoulders and pulled the smaller infected closer, lightly kissing his forehead. "I love you." He whispered against charcoal-colored hair.

Douglas sighed contently and lifted his head to place a kiss on Kaden's jaw; 'I love you too.'

Infatuated Infected 2

Weeks passed and the number of survivors dwindled. Kaden wandered the city, killing whenever he was bored and rarely actually eating them. He was only slightly glad to have kept most of his conscience, unlike the other infected. The upside was that he was smarter than the others, the downside being he thought about Douglas often. It hurt to think about the love he'd lost. He didn't like pain, it made him angry, so he often took out his anger on others. Men, women, children, he didn't care.

He often ran into others like him. Not smart, but special. There were the normal infected and the special infected, like him. He'd seen a skinny woman who spat acid, a very fat man who spewed bile everywhere, a strange little creature who liked to jump on his victims heads, a man with one large arm that seemed to enjoy running into things, a muscular beast with a bad attitude, and a lady who cried all the time.

None of them were like him though. They were all smart in their own right, but not like him.

He'd also mutated further in more recent weeks. More "tongues" or whatever the hell they were, had sprouted from his shoulder and neck. He now had four, counting the one in his mouth. They weren't particularly aesthetically pleasing, but came in handy in a bind.

He wandered to the edge of the roof he was currently on. He spent most of his time on rooftops. It was easy to snatch prey with his tongues from above. He looked over the end at a small group of survivors that had been doing well so far. He liked to follow his prey for awhile. It made him feel mightier to kill someone that others could not.

He wasn't the only one hunting, however.

Earlier, he'd seen another special infected on all fours, jumping across rooftops and ducking behind objects, following the same group of survivors silently. He'd only glimpsed him a few times.

Down below, a horde rushed into the alley that the three were walking through. They panicked and began shooting. Kaden watched in dull amusement as the other special infected climbed onto a stack of crates and crouched, waiting for an opportunity.

He didn't wait long.

The special infected let out a loud screech and pounced. One of the survivors yelled, "Hunter!" before she was knocked onto her back, the beast ripping violently at her torso. Another survivor turned and shot at the beast, clipping his shoulder, but he didn't seem to notice.

Normally the Smoker wouldn't have cared what happened to one of his kind, but he wanted to see what the Hunter was going to do after his victim was dead. He liked to observe and learn about the others like him. He quickly wrapped the shooter with his tongue and yanked him up, easily killing him seconds later.

The third survivor was quickly overtaken by the horde.

Aside from a few coughs, Kaden watched silently as the Hunter ripped and tore the woman apart until she was basically just a pile of mush. He finally stopped. Rather than eat anything, he stealthily took off into the shadows.

"Well, that was interesting." Kaden muttered. He coughed a few times before walking away from the gruesome scene.

***

Kaden was quickly growing irritated. That stupid Hunter had stolen his last four kills and it was really pissing him off.

"Sorry bastard." He growled when he noticed the Hunter once again following the same group of survivors as him. The group of four disappeared into a building. Kaden waited until he saw the Hunter attempt to sneak in after them. He quickly wrapped his tongue around the Hunter's torso, pinning his arms, and yanked him up.

The Hunter shrieked when his feet left solid ground.

The Smoker threw him against a brick wall and let him drop to the ground. He was a little shocked when the Hunter landed on his feet, seemingly unfazed, and lunged at him. His tongue caught the beast midair, just before he was tackled, and the Hunter's jaws snapped shut inches infront of his face.

Kaden repeatedly slammed him into the brick wall. Each time his body hit it, the Hunter yelped in pain.

Finally, he dropped him.

The Hunter landed roughly on his back and didn't move. He was panting harshly and barely growled when Kaden walked up and stood over him, a smirk in his face, "Looks like the Hunter has become the hunted."

The Hunter growled weakly, but didn't move. A tongue from Kaden's shoulder wrapped around the fallen special infected and lifted him so that the two were eye level. Kaden was met with a low growl and a light struggle, but nothing more. "Shall we see what you're hiding?" He asked smugly as the tongue from the back of his neck slithered forth, the tip poking under a dark blue hood. The Hunter snarled and snapped in protest. Kaden ignored him, coughing, and flicked the hood away.

The once clean and neat charcoal colored hair was now a mess and caked with dried blood and dirt. The once brilliant blue eyes full of life were now dead and a fogged over blue-gray color. The once straight, white teeth were now crooked, sharp and discolored. The beautiful skin he'd fallen in love with was a sickening gray.

"D-Douglas?" Kaden asked in shock, unbelieving of the sight before him. Douglas snarled and shrieked, attempting again to bite Kaden, but failing, teeth snapping shut several inches from his face.

"Douglas, it's me, Kaden, remember?" The brunette attempted, but the other didn't seem to understand, only glared. Kaden reached up and cupped his love's face in his hands. This only succeeded in pissing the other off, however. The Hunter shrieked and snapped and began struggling again to free himself.

"Douglas..." Kaden whispered, eyes falling half shut and teeth clenching in despair. He pulled Douglas a little closer, but not close enough to bite him, and lightly kissed his forehead. The Hunter let out a loud screech.

"I'm so sorry, Douglas..." The Smoker breathed against the Hunter's hair. A low growl was his only reply.

***

Now that the city was mostly composed of infected, there was no need to 'shop', only 'take' since there was really no sense in paying. Kaden preferred to keep himself clean, rather than let the dirt, grime and blood build up all over him, so he regularly got himself new, clean clothing, as opposed to washing his old stuff.

He found himself entering the mall for the second time that week and heading for a department store where he remembered buying Douglas that dark blue hoodie he had loved so much. Now, however, Douglas fussed behind him as he was forcefully led around. The Smoker ignored these protests.

"Don't worry Douglas," He spoke in a friendly tone, as if the Hunter didn't hate his guts and they were there for fun, "We'll get you cleaned up and you'll feel much better after that." He coughed roughly.

Inside the store he grabbed several more hoodie's in Douglas' size. A few were dark blue like the one he was wearing, but he also picked up some deep purple ones, black ones, and a couple dark green. He moved onto the pants section and picked up several different kinds of pants. He also grabbed two pairs of shoes, some socks, and plenty of underwear.

Kaden found a small joy in the fact that he basically had six hands instead of two. While his real arms picked things up and sifted through them, his tongues held everything he wanted to keep. The one coming out of the back of his neck kept the Hunter wrapped up at a safe distance.

He would have liked to keep Douglas' hood down so he could see him, but he was calmer when it was covering his face. He still tried to get away or pull against the Smoker as they walked, but at least he wasn't making as much noise.

After their fun little 'shopping' spree, Kaden headed home to the apartment he and Douglas once shared and would be sharing again. Granted, it hurt to be somewhere he'd spent so much time with Douglas, but he couldn't bring himself to leave it behind. That would be like leaving Douglas himself behind, and Kaden just couldn't do that. So, a few days after trashing it and running off, he came back, cleaned up and stayed.

He smiled as he entered the simple adobe and dropped the clothing off in the bedroom. He picked up a picture on the desk and showed it his previous-lover. "See? This was us. We were lovers. You were always so nice to me, even though I was a total ass at times." Kaden grinned sheepishly. The Hunter was silent, a frown plastered on his face, obviously not caring about what the other had to say.

The older infected sighed and sat the picture down. "Well, let's get you cleaned up." He said as he headed for the bathroom, a clean set of clothes in his hand.

Getting Douglas undressed proved to be difficult. For one, he had to keep him restrained at all times otherwise one of them was going to be hurt or killed. Second, if life had captions, "DO. NOT. WANT." would make an appearance as the Hunter threw the biggest fit yet when Kaden began removing clothing. He screeched and shrieked, kicked and struggled, attempting in vain to escape.

Once the clothing was finally gone, Kaden looked over the now unfamiliar body. Though it was basically the same, small bumps were scattered about on his arms and legs and his skin was so white in places that it looked almost transparent. New muscles had formed in his abdomen and legs. Kaden felt a familiar feeling stir within that he hadn't felt in some time. He ignored it and removed his own clothing as well.

Douglas calmed slightly as he sat on the floor of the shower. Kaden had to keep a close eye on him because the shower was small, forcing them into a close proximity.

When he turned the shower on, Kaden learned the hard way that Hunter's did NOT like water.

"SHIT!" He yelled when the Hunter suddenly lost his mind. He lashed out and snapped at Kaden's legs, making louder noises than before, forcing the Smoker to not only dodged powerful jaws, but cover his ears to avoid going deaf. A second tongue from his shoulder shot out and restrained Douglas further. Once he finally calmed and fell silent, Kaden removed his hands from his ears.

He turned Douglas around to face away from him and removed one of the tongues, using it instead to grab the removable shower head and move it so that the water was running down the Hunter's back, rather than on his head. He picked up the shampoo next and squirted some into his palm, placing the bottle back on the shelf. He got down on his knees and began gently massaging it into messy hair. The Hunter snarled and hissed, but did not struggle otherwise.

Kaden stayed silent as he worked his fingers through Douglas' hair lovingly. The younger infected quieted down and let him work. The Smoker noticed after some time that the other had relaxed significantly. He leaned forward enough to see that his face was at ease and his eyes were closed. This made Kaden smile.

Using the third tongue, he gently tipped Douglas' head back so that he could rinse the shampoo out. He went with it, at first, until the water made contact with his scalp. He hissed and growled at the unwelcome sensation.

"Relax," Kaden spoke softly, "It can't hurt you. I wouldn't never do anything to hurt you..."

'Except cheat on you, give you this sickness and leave you alone, of course.' Kaden thought bitterly, hating himself.

Still, the other male fell silent and allowed him to finish.

***

The rest of the shower had gone relatively smoothly with little protest from Douglas. Getting him dried off and dressed had proven to be very easy, as the Hunter was quite excited to be clothed again.

Soon, Kaden found himself sitting on the couch, Douglas close by his side whether he wanted to be or not, and starring at nothing. He idly played with the Hunter's now soft and clean locks and was pleased that the other infected was staying quiet about it. He leaned forward and gently kissed his temple, "I never told you this, but I love you Douglas. I love you so much..."

The Hunter's blank expression didn't change.

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Curled up on the couch with a pillow pulled tightly to his chest, Douglas watched the news nervously. The sickness that had been slowly taking over the city was now running rampant. Very few people went out anymore. Those who did usually got sick within the hour.

Douglas tugged lightly at his medium-length charcoal-colored hair, twirling a strand around his finger. His light blue eyes stared at nothing, mind having wandered off.

Kaden had gone out hours earlier to "hang with the guys" which Douglas knew meant "cheat on you with someone who's going to do those freaky things in the bed that you won't do." Kaden had never actually said that, of course, and he had never actually admitted to cheating, but Douglas knew. He'd known since the first time Kaden had come stumbling home with suspicious "bruises" on his neck and smelled of strange cologne.

Why was he so in love with someone so cruel? Was it the short, dusty brown hair that often smelled of coconuts? Those honey-colored eyes that could look so lovingly at him at times? That wonderful smile that Douglas liked to believe was reserved only for him? That tall, muscular, yet gentle stature that was always so protective?

Douglas sighed and pulled the pillow tighter to his chest. A clicking from the door lock alerted him to possible company. Was it Kaden or a sick person?

He was relieved when his boyfriend walked through the opening seconds later. Kaden coughed twice before snuffing out his half-burnt cigarette in an ashtray on the end table. Douglas didn't allow him to smoke in the house.

"Hey babe." Kaden said simply as he took a seat next to the younger and smaller man, placing an arm across his shoulders.

"I was worried sick about you!" Douglas scolded, leaning against his boyfriend. He could easily pick up the scent of smoke and a few different cheap colognes. It hurt knowing that Kaden had gone out to mess around with someone else, but he was glad he was home. "You didn't run into any sick people, did you?"

"'Course not. You know I'm not that stupid."

"I know... But I think we should stay inside until this blows over. It seems to be getting very bad."

"Yeah maybe." Kaden grabbed the remote and began flipping channels. Douglas frowned. He nuzzled Kaden's neck and rubbed his upper leg, "Pleeeeaaase stay home with me tomorrow?" He purred seductively. Kaden grinned and stroked Douglas' cheek, "Well, maybe I could be persuaded..."

Douglas chuckled, "I may have one or two persuasive tactics up my sleeve..." He kissed Kaden before standing and heading into the bedroom. Kaden smirked and followed.

***

Douglas was disappointed the next morning when he woke up to an empty bed. He got up and put on boxers and a tank-top before doing a quick scan of the apartment. Kaden was gone.

He sadly wandered into the bathroom of their quaint little apartment and looked himself over in the mirror. Did he seem paler than usual? He shrugged it off and washed his face and brushed his teeth.

He shivered as he left the bathroom and rubbed his arms, finding that they were covered in goosebumps. The thermostat read 72, but it felt more like 60, so he turned up to 80 and went to sit on the couch.

***

Kaden knew he was going to be in deep shit when he returned home, but he had something that needed to be tended to. Seeing as the spread of the virus was getting worse and people were dying left and right, he wanted to stay with Douglas, and only Douglas, as much as possible. He needed to break things up with Tynan and he couldn't do it via phone for fear of his real boyfriend finding out about his side fuck.

Tynan was a real catch, with his black hair and smoky eyes, but Kaden wasn't connected to him like he was to Douglas, amazing sex or no. So he had to end it with Tynan.

Kaden's cell phone rang in his pocket. He knew from the ringtone that it was Douglas. He didn't answer it. It went to voice mail and he turned it off.

He was right around the corner from Tynan's house. All he needed to do was break up with him, then he could go home and stay there with the man he believed he was falling in love with.

He coughed twice.

***

Douglas frowned when Kaden's voice mail picked up. Had Kaden left him to go screw around? Douglas was angry and hurt, but kept his cool as he left a message, "Kaden? Are you coming home soon? I think the thermostat is broken or something. It says it's 80 in here, but I'm freezing! Maybe you could a look at it? Hurry home, okay? Bye." He hung up after that.

He'd grabbed his dark blue hoodie from his room along with a pair of dark pants and put them on. They didn't help and he didn't have anything warmer in the apartment, so he'd got a brilliant idea to use duct tape and wrap it around sections of his arms and legs to prevent heat from escaping.

It wasn't helping. He was just as cold as when he was in his boxers.

He coughed a few times and shuddered. 'Great,' He thought bitterly, 'Now I'm getting a cold.' He unfolded a blanket that was on the end of the couch and wrapped it around himself.

The TV wasn't on. He'd tried earlier to watch the news, but a message about technical problems was displayed. He'd tried other channels, but they were either static or the same message.

He was scared.

He pulled out his cell to try Kaden again when there was a knock at the door. Excited, he jumped up and ran to open it. "You're ho-!" He cut himself short when he realized that the man at the door wasn't Kaden, but instead seemed to be sick. The man let out a strange growling noise and displayed a mouthful of disgusting and rotting teeth. Douglas yelled and ran. It took a few seconds for the man to comprehend this and follow.

Douglas rounded a corner and locked himself in the bathroom. Keeping the lights off and staying as quiet as possible, he climbed into the bathtub and shut the sliding door. He dialed Kaden's number again and felt his heart drop when it went straight to voice mail. He shakily whispered, "Kaden? Someone got into the apartment. He's sick. I've locked myself in the bathroom and I don't think he's figured it out yet. I'm scared. Please be careful when you come home. Bye." He hung up and sat the cell phone next to him.

He pulled his hood over his head and waited.

***

The door was wide open when Kaden entered. "Tynan?" He called into the dark and seemingly empty house. He heard a low groan coming from the bedroom and headed toward it.

A large pile of blankets was in the middle of the bed. "Tynan?" Kaden tried again. The pile moved slightly and groaned again. Kaden went to the bed and moved some of them enough to find a gray hand. It twitched and curled. "Doooon't." Someone groaned from underneath. "Tynan?"

"I'm so cold Kaden... And my skin... I don't want you to see... I think I'm sick... I'm sorry..." Came a muffled reply in Tynan's voice. Kaden his lip, panic stricken. What if he'd gotten it from Tynan? He could have given it to Douglas. "How long?"

"I don't know, but-" His sentence was cut short by a long and low growl. The hand curled and tore the sheets. "Shit." Kaden cursed as the growls got louder and higher-pitched. He ran from the room and shut the door, placing a chair in front to hopefully keep the sick man inside.

He stumbled out the front door and into the street. The familiar sound of distant sirens and smell of decay assaulted his senses. He coughed violently and doubled over from a sudden pain in his stomach.

He knew what was happening.

***

Douglas gritted his teeth in pain as electric shock waves ran up his back and into his hands. "makeitstopmakeitstopmakeitstop." He chanted until his teeth began to hurt and seemed to be changing so that they no longer fit together properly. He gasped as he felt his stomach twist.

He shakily picked up the phone and dialed Kaden. As expected, it went straight to voice mail. He fought to keep his voice even, "H-hey, listen. I-I can hear several sick people outside and... I think I'm sick too. If you get this and you're still okay... Don't come home. There's nothing left for you here." He gasped at a sudden sharp pain in his back and swallowed roughly before continuing, "I know that you were cheating on me. I've known the whole time, and it's okay. I forgive you... I love you. Goodbye." He hung up and dropped the phone.

They had never exchanged I love you's before, both believing that such strong words were not meant to be thrown around, but Douglas felt that he was indeed in love. He wished he could have told Kaden under different circumstances, or at least knew whether or not Kaden would get the message.

He felt his insides twisting and changing and doubled over from the incredible pain.

This was the end, and he knew it.

***

Kaden stumbled into a nearby alleyway. Several large bumps had come up on one side of his face, his shoulder and his arms. He coughed often and smoke came out when he did. His tongue seemed to be getting longer every second. He leaned against a brick building and pulled his cell phone out of his pocket. He turned it on, planning on calling Douglas back and telling him goodbye before his mind left him. Once it started up he saw that he had three messages from his boyfriend. ignoring them, he dialed the familiar number.

It rang six times before voice mail picked up. Kaden growled in frustration and hung up. He decided to listen to the messages while he stumbled toward home.

The first message left him worried. Tynan had talked about being cold and it had been warm in the house.

The second message made him quicken his pace. His tongue was much longer now. He could feel it going down the back of his throat and rolling up where his stomach should have been. his skin was gray and more and larger bumps had appeared. Smoke seemed to seep out of some of them. He coughed often. He noticed that other infected seemed to pay him little mind, instead focusing on those who were healthy.

"Pleasepleaseplease be okay." He panted as he ran.

The third message made him stop and fall to his knees. He sobbed between coughs and threw the phone in anger. Why hadn't he stayed home? Why didn't he do as Douglas had asked him? He hated himself for cheating, leaving and not picking up the phone the first time.

He forced himself to stand and continue. He felt very hungry and found himself wanting to grab at the healthy people running by, but ignored it. He was two blocks from their apartment and he had to get there, no matter what.

As he stumbled along he was rarely bothered. Sometimes infected would bump into him on accident, but he was never attacked. He could feel his body continue to change and knew that soon enough he'd be just as dumb as the rest of them. Still, he continued toward his destination.

At one point, a healthy person stumbled out in front of him and pointed a gun at his face. This angered him. How dare this person try to stop him?! Why did she deserve to live when Douglas had not?!

His tongue seemed to move of its own accord as it wrapped around her arms lightening fast and threw her violently against a building. She let out a surprised yelp before making contact and falling to the ground. She was bleeding and unconscious when he left her.

The doors into the apartment building were busted down. He entered with no resistance and headed toward the stairs. His hands had gotten longer, making it somewhat awkward to grip the hand rail.

As he walked out into the sixth floor hallway, he realized that his heart should have been beating rapidly. Instead, he had no heartbeat. He coughed four times, smoke coming out in puffs each time, and continued down the hallway.

The door to their apartment was wide open. As he entered, he noticed several infected just standing around. He shut and locked the door behind him.

He headed for the bathroom first. His insides twisted when he saw that door had been busted through. Wood on the carpet meant that whatever was inside the bathroom had busted out. He opened the door and stepped inside, finding it empty.

He checked each room and looked at each infected. Douglas was nowhere to be found.

He let out a pain-filled shriek that he knew was inhuman. He grabbed the infected that were wondering around inside their apartment and killed each of them. Six in total. Two men, three women, and a child. He found that he didn't really care. In fact, it made him feel a little bit better. He could pretend it was their fault, not his. He could pretend that he had never met Tynan, had never had sex with him, and had never transmitted the disease to Douglas.

But he knew the truth.

He trashed the apartment in a fit of rage and stormed out, eager to find more undeserving survivors to kill.