[C] Fresh Meat

"Sono incazzato ora," she informed the boy in a frank voice.

"Smettere di cazzo in esecuzione. Smettere di cazzo rendendo questo difficile. Basta che mi seguono così posso andare a casa e andare avanti con la mia fottuta vita."

She was really done with this human's shit. She just wanted to get into her car and go home.

Cade stalked forwards purposefully, not stopping even as she got to Rizzos prone body. She reached out to snag his clothing in a tight grip so she could drag him along.

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I'm pissed off now

Stop fucking running. Stop fucking making this difficult. Just follow me so I can go home and get on with my fucking life.

When Rizzo felt the girl grab onto the back of his jacket, he swung around, plunging the knife into her neck.  

"Lasciami in pace!" He screamed.  

The girl's blood splattered onto his hand.  

He sucked in a horrified breath and stumbled backwards, leaving the knife protruding from her neck.  

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"Leave me alone!"

Cade made a strangled noise when the knife plunged into her throat.

Her grip just tightened on Rizzo's jacket as her head dropped back. "FUCK!" She reached up to pull the knife out, letting it drop to the floor.

She rubbed at her neck, smearing blood over her pale skin as the flesh healed.

"Fuck. That fucking hurt."

Cade continued to drag the human along as if he'd just swatted her rather than stabbed her in the neck.

Rizzo's eyes were wide.  His pupils were small despite the fact that it was night out.  

Was he the crazy one?!

What the hell was going on?!?!

He wanted to scream, but nothing came out.  

Blackness crept at his vision.  

The human's eyes rolled back in his skull and he fell over, fainting from shock and lack of air.

Cade watched his body crumple to the ground and she smiled.

Brilliant!

This made getting him into the car and back home a hell of a lot easier.

She bent down to hoist him up over one shoulder, carrying him as easily as she would a pillow. To her superior strength, he was as light as one.

Rizzo's head was pounding.  He tilted his head to the side and squinted his eyes open.  

All he could see was lights and blurred colors.  Nothing was in focus.  He felt like he would be sick.  His body was exhausted, his eyes had deep circles under them, and he was still pale.  

His shoulders hurt at the sockets, and he tried to rub his hand over his face.  

Except his hands couldn't move. 

Why couldn't his hands move?

They were tied.  Behind his back.  

His heartbeat started to pick up again and he blinked a few times, trying to get his vision focused. 

He was in a car.  With Her.  That psycho bitch!

There was a cold sweat on his body, and he watched her, not moving.  He did his best to keep his breath under control, not wanting to let her know that he had awoken.

Cade hummed as she tapped her fingers against the wheel to the beat of the song playing loudly from the car's CD system.

The sideaffects are sexual
I'm dying for a taste
The sideaffects are sexual
And you love the way i say

The woman looked positively bubbly as her dainty shoulders, still clad in her blood-stained mint green dress, shrugged to the beat.

The music was loud, and the bass was most likely right behind Rizzo, because he could swear that he felt it reverberating through his viens and fucking up his heart palpitations.

Normally he loved grundgy, heavy rock music.

But in the current setting it just seemed to enhance the nightmere he was living.

He leaned his head against the window and tried to see if he could signal anyone for help. But the windows were heavily tinted. The most he'd ever seen in his life.

The young man didn't dare take his eyes off of Cade. He just stared at her, trying to keep his breathing steady.

But the longer he sat there, the more panicked he became.

He brough his legs up on the seat and tried to curl into himself. With uneven breaths, tears started to run down his face.

He couldnt stop thinking about his friends and his family. He never thought that something like this would happen to him.

But more than that, he couldn't get the image of her pulling the knife out of her neck like it was nothing.

He had felt the sickening way it had cut through her flesh. He'd seen it stuck inside of her. It was deep.

And it didn't even faze her.

It took hours to get back home and through all that time she ignored the boy; his little hiccups and sobs and his heavy breathing.

But finally, she pulled up to the house and grinned widely.

"Welcome home." She shifted around in her seat, leaning over so she could look back at the human for the first time.

"It's pretty here. I bet you'll love it."

Rizzo stared at her as if she was a monster, which in reality, she in fact was a monster.

So it made sense.

He didn't understand a word she had just said. He just shook his head no back and forth in short, almost unnoticeable movements.

She opened the car door and stretched. "Sunrise soon," she commented, looking up at the dark sky.

Perhaps now wasn't the best time to go to Ger, then. As far as she knew, he was still bound to the night. Unfortunate, but not something that she really cared to help him with.

Cade opened up the back door and reached in to drag Rizzo out.

"È possibile pulire prima che lo incontri."
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You can clean up before you meet him.

Rizzo was still feeling too stunned and weak to fight her. He stumbled out of the car as she pulled him.

"Chi è?" He asked, his voice cracking.

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"Who is he?"

Cade led the boy up the path and into the house.

"Lui è il nostro maestro," she replied simply as she led him through the hall and up towards the stairs.

He'd keep him with her while Ger was sleeping. Then come sundown she would present him to Ger and hopefully he'd please the young Vampire.

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He's our master.

"Maestro? Che diavolo? Si tratta di una setta?" Rizzo whimpered, looking at the cozy, quaint estate.

It didn't look like something from a Rob Zombie movie, even though that's what he felt like he was going through.

Somehow, the beauty surrounding all the fear inside him made it all the more worse.

Like even the most truth worthy and innocent of things were tainted.

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"Master? What the hell? Is this a cult?"

"Sì, in realtà."

You could call their coven a cult. They were all there to do one thing. Be there for Gerhard.

Cade thundered up the stairs, dragging Rizzo along behind her. The noise she made wasn't quite as bad as it uually was, but somehow she managed to make a loud noise even in dainty little flat shoes.

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Yes, actually

"Che cosa ... Che cosa vuole da me?" Rizzo was afraid to ask, but the not knowing was even worse.

He wasn't crying anymore, but his eyes were puffy and red.

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"What... What does he want from me?"

Cadence shrugged her shoulders as she pushed open the door to her bedroom and led him towards the bathroom.

Her room looked like a bomb had hit it. There were books and clothes and shoes and CD's scattered all over the floor and as she walked, she just kicked everything aside.

"Sesso, forse. Un altro seguace. Non ho mai chiesto."

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Sex, maybe. Another follower. I never asked.

"Sessuali?!" Rizzo's voice cracked again. He tried to pull back, but her hold was far too strong.

"No... no no no no Io non sono gay." He tried to explain.

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"Sex!?"

"No... no no no no I'm not gay."

Cade paused in pushing open the bathroom door and turned a confused look over her shoulder. "You're not?"

She let go of him and turned, planting her hands on her almost non-existent hips.

"Tu non sei gay?" But he acted so... so gay!

After a moment, a big grin curled her lips. Ger would be happier than she thought!.

"Vai ripulire," she ordered, motioning to the door.
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You're not gay?

Go clean up.

"È dato per scontato che ero gay?!" He asked in exasperation.

"Sono in donne. Donne femminili!" He put emphasis on feminine. He looked so flustered.

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"You just assumed I was gay!?"

"I'm into women. Feminine women!"

"Chi non?" she quipped in return. A straight guy acting so sassy and working in a fashion shop? Not likely!

She pointed to the bathroom again.

"Andare a fare una doccia. Voglio dormire un po '. Si sta facendo tardi."

She was getting tired and she just wanted to curl up in bed and sleep.

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Who wouldn't?

Go take a shower. I want to get some sleep. It's getting late.

"Avrei pensato che un po 'butch come te non avrebbe comprato in stereotipi che definiscono genere e la sessualità!" He blurted.

He shrugged and shifted his eyes to the side, trying to implicate that he couldn't really shower with his hands tied behind his back.

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I'd have thought that a little butch such as yourself wouldn't have bought into the stereotypes that define gender and sexuality!

Caade just shrugged and stepped into the bathroom.

She caught the zip of her dress and pulled it down. The dress slipped away, leaving her in only a plain white bra and matching underwear. The majority of her tattoos were on show now.

"Vieni qui così posso sciogliere voi."

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Come here so I can untie you.

Rizzo kept his eyes glued on her, refusing to look away. He was too afraid to look away.

Obviously he didn't trust her.

And obviously, she wasn't normal.

As difficult as that was for his brain to comprehend, he couldn't deny that there was some scary shit going on in this house. He could feel the vibes.

It was probably some sort of voodoo ouiji shit. That had to be it. The legit, human sacrifice voodoo.

He blushed a little as she started to strip down, but he refused to look away.

"Perché spogliarsi ... smettila." He took a step back instead of forward.

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"Why are you getting undressed.... stop that."

Cade rolled her eyes.

"Voglio ottenere pulito, troppo."

She reached over to draw him closer. Her arms slid around his body and she looked up at him with a little smirk as she untied his wrists.

"Doccia, ragazzo dritto," she ordered, pulling away and making her way to the sink.
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I want to get clean, too.

Shower, straight boy.