HELL IS FOR CHILDREN [ANGELO]

[Chacha Yodsuwan]

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I DONT WANNA BE THE FOOL
T H A T G E T S L E F T B E H I N D I N T H E D U S T
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One thing was for absolute certain.. Chacha Yodsuwan was alone on this island. He wasn't alone in the sense that no one else was here, but he was alone in the sense that he knew not a soul. Before he'd crashed on this land, Chacha had been with his brother but since washing up on the beach, the other was absolutely nowhere in sight. He'd spent a good amount of time sitting on the beach, trying to get his bearings and to figure out what was going on. Eventually, he'd stood, grabbed his skateboard which somehow washed up with him, and wandered into this seemingly abandoned village.

Chacha's clothing was wet, and it was sticking to his small frame in places that clothing really shouldn't stick. Water was still dripping slowly from his dark black hair, and it was rather irritating. With this hot weather, Chacha would have figured he'd of dried off quickly but it seemed that wasn't the case. What he wouldn't give for a towel and a fresh change of clothes right about now. Maybe a little bit later he would return to the beach and see if he could find his suitcase.

Something about this entire island threw Chacha's sense off. He didn't know exactly what was going on but he knew that he needed to figure out if there was some sort of civilization anywhere. More importantly, he needed to find perhaps a phone or a boat. Shaking his head a little so that a few stray drops of water flew off in several directions, Chacha took a few more exploratory steps into the village.

"Hello?" Maybe calling out to someone wasn't the best idea, but he really couldn't think of anything else. The boy was, by nature, an anxious little thing but what was he going to do? Just passively wander around and just pray that someone saved him? What a ridiculous idea. "Hello? Is anyone here?"

The thirteen year old boy stopped in the dead center of the village, bending over slightly to set his skateboard on the ground. It was a really unfit space for riding, but he was tired of carrying it. After a few moment of his ebony colored eyes cautiously scanning the area, the boy decided he had enough of the wet shirt sticking to his chest. Carefully, he peeled it off and lifted it over his head, exposing his chest. Then Chacha began to wring it out in his hands. "Hello?"

NOTES WET CHACHA IS WET. WORDS 490.
TAGGED ANGELO.
CREDIT BY HEY BAYBAY !? AT CAUTION !

[angelo bates]

Angelo had been learning the ropes, more or less, with Marie before he decided to duck out of there when she wasn’t paying attention. He needed to get away from it all, for now he needed to be alone to get a grasp on his being a newly formed Vampire before he completely lost his mind, if it hadn’t been lost already. All of this was too new for him, too soon. He had just landed on this island out of no where, his close soaking wet, on the beach where he was founded by a sweet boy - or at least sweet at first. Hours later, he awoke after having choked down Vampire blood, as one of them. Angelo had been hauled off by Marie to learn “things,” though the girl had been very cryptic he knew now some things that he had to learn. For instance speed, now that he was one of them he had their quick speed but that wasn’t just it.

Shaking his head, not wanting to think of such trivial things at the moment, he ran through the obscurity of the trees. Angelo needed to be alone, that was all he needed. Having a hunch that going in this general direction would lead him to a nice empty spot on the island where he could think in a dry warm spot. Lucky for him his clothes had long since dried, but his shirt was torn to bits, not even stopping his run he stripped himself of his shirt and shoved it into the back pocket of his worn jeans. He had no used for the shirt as of now, but maybe he would find a use for it later. Slowing to a normal, human walk, he continued in the direction that he was heading. As he let his mind swim with ideas and thoughts about being a Vampire.

For one thing, food was limited in Ivory, he remember Marie saying to him. Though seeing as how he left whilst her being preoccupied he hadn’t heard the rest of what she was saying, to be completely honest. How was one supposed to find their food, pick and juice if it was the right thing to feed on…? If he were to put it in the way of his kind. Angelo couldn’t fathom the thought of drinking blood, though as he continued to think on it his throat began to burn and his dark eyes had the same glow he had when he had awoke from his sleep. An image of Pleasant flashed through his mind and he openly snarled, oh how he despised the kid who had created him, but Angelo did want to live. Unfortunately so, this had to be the way.

In the distance Angelo could hear a voice that sounded as though it belonged to a younger individual. Being the curious forty year old man he was he turned to walk in the direction of the voice. It sounded weak and vulnerable, even confused as he neared it. Looking through the trees with his new fresh eyes he saw a young boy standing shirtless; he was ringing out a shirt that he had obviously been wearing at one time. Being the old pervert he was he scanned the boy over a few time, noting his features and how his clothing clung to his body in just the right placed for Angelo’s liking.

The boy called out again, obviously hoping someone would answer but all Angelo could do was stare at this much younger boy before him. Angelo was fighting against the urge to touch him like his former human self would have done, he was fighting the urge to drain the boy of every ounce of blood in side his body like the now Vampire self wanted. Closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, he used his quick Vampire speed to sneak behind the boy. Angelo stood dead behind him, only several inches from touching him, his voice was low as he spoke, “Hello young man, how may I be of service to you?” The wicked smile on his face could come off as sincere to those who didn’t know any better (like this boy for instance) but to anyone else it would have looked frightening and peevish.

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tag chacha yodsuwan
word count seven hundred twenty three.
notes took me long enough, sorry for the wait.

[Chacha Yodsuwan]

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I DONT WANNA BE THE FOOL
T H A T G E T S L E F T B E H I N D I N T H E D U S T
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Alright, so maybe this village really was deserted. It seemed that nobody was going to answer his calls. The boy took a deep breath, wondering if he could possibly find his brother, Narai instead. There was no point wasting time in this shoddy old place if there was no one around to help him. Moving his hands to wring his shirt out once more, Chacha paused. Something felt odd all of the sudden. Then he heard it, that voice that seemed right in his ear. He screamed out of surprise, whirling around as fast as his small frame would allow him to.

What he saw next honestly surprised him. An older man who had indeed been standing very, very close to him. Chacha could feel his heart pounding in his chest, his first instinct being fight or flight. He suddenly remembered that his skateboard was next to him. If he had to, Chacha would flip it up into his hand using his foot and smash it over the man's head. Then, of course, he would run like a bat out of hell. Instinctively, Chacha took a few steps away from him.

The boy's eyes narrowed for a moment, not really giving himself time to let his gaze wander over the man. "I'm looking for my brother." His voice allowed the defensiveness that he felt to leak through. "Why the heck were you standing so close to me?" There was a pregnant pause here as Chacha willed his little heart to calm itself down long enough to process the situation logically.

As Chacha stood there, wet and dripping t-shirt clutched tightly in one hand, he finally allowed his eyes to wash over the much older man. He suddenly became very aware of his own upper nakedness, but for some reason didn't move to put his wet shirt back on even though he felt like the man was staring a hole through his chest. It was in this moment that Chacha realized the man could be construed as rather attractive for his age. "What's your name?" It was natural for a thirteen year old boy to be curious, though the words came out as cautiousness instead. However, even though Narai often preached caution to him, Chacha often threw said caution into the wind.

There was definitely something odd about this man that Chacha couldn't put his finger on. But now he couldn't deny that he was mildly curious. "My name is Chacha."

NOTES CURIOUS AND DEFENSIVE CHACHA IS STILL WET.
TAGGED ANGELO.
CREDIT BY HEY BAYBAY !? AT CAUTION !

[angelo bates]

Angelo couldn’t help but laugh when he saw how the boy reacted to his closeness. Not only did the question put him over the top, but the spinning around, and taking steps back did him in. Angelo, oddly enough, thought it was quite amusing that a young boy like this lad that stood before him had done that like so many other boys who had once been in this one’s place. He smiled, a stunningly beautiful grin in the boys direction as if to make the boys heart drop to the pit of his stomach. As if the boy was so naïve as to slip through Angelo’s hand like putty, though the more he watched the boy along with the curiosity growing in the boys eyes he didn’t doubt that this would make the boy stutter a bit, make the heart of this boy jump out of his bare chest.

Angelo made a once over of the boys front half, noting the small muscles under the boys soft young skin. Angelo could smell the blood pumping through the boys throat, he could hear the boys veins and heart thumping, and he could see the boys chest move as he breathed. As if all of this was in slow motion for Angelo. As if God was torturing his old perverted soul. Angelo was the kind of guy to say, if you dabble in the arts once, you cannot resist a second dabble. He held high his pride, even if one should not pride themselves in the deeds he had done.

He had been a horrible person, in all honesty. Angelo would be the first person to admit that he is a perverted dick that should not live amongst others, but many have said that he doesn’t bring danger to anyone because all the young people he has “molested” or “raped” technically asked for it by flirting back. Most of the thirteen, fourteen, and fifteen year old boys that Angelo associated himself with were just as asphyxiated to older men as he was younger boys. So no one ever really knew who was at fault for it, but they did not always take it out on the attractive older man that was stuck in thinking he is still a teenager himself.

Purely curiosity,” Angelo answered as the boy asked why he had been standing so close. Of course the smile was still on his face, and a laugh was pulling at the edge of his chest. Angelo could not help but let his eyes slowly move over what seemed to be ever inch of the boy before his eyes met the younger ones again. “My name is Angelo,” he said his voice coated with a flirtatious air.

The smile pulled at the corners of his semi-serious expression as the boy introduced himself. Being an older gentlemen (and being forced to spend time with people his obvious age) he held his hand out and gave the boy a slight bow. Okay, so maybe they stuck him with some people a little older than himself. At least Angelo had manners and was nice enough to greet someone properly, no matter how old fashioned it was to be.

He was trying, that had to count for something. Right?

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TAG chacha
WORDS 543
NOTES eh, better than nothing.
TUNES fashion zombies , aquabats
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