Bloody taste

Mel looked at Lesley with a blank face, his mind not comprehending what was going on. But to be fair, his memory was still lacking and some words and phrases were not part of his current vocabulary.

It had taken Veranda a while to explain what is a boardgame and then she'd tried to explain the ways of intimacy but Lesley had shut her down. That meant Mel had no real idea what sex was, or sensual pleasure. He had been playing this whole time with an unfazed and unfeeling look, like a person who plays jumping rope, not knowing what's a rope.

Even now, as Lesley was biting his tongue from saying something too harsh for human ears, he didn't fully understand what was going on. Not that he cared, about the game or the human girl or other humans. His eyes throughout the whole game had been on Lesley and he'd been staring, only breaking away when Veranda talked to him.

When Mama V had given Lesley a room, she had said it was 'their' room. Lesley had thrown that idea flat on its face and said Mel would sleep outside. Mel had no problem with it, as this time he slept close to the door unlike back at the apartment. Lesley said he should be close incase of danger.

He'd spent the night listening to the humans far away, to the sound of footsteps as guards walked around and to Lesley's breathing. They had been slow breaths, calm and only once did Lesley breath erratically but he calmed down and didn't wake up like he did when having a nightmare.

He'd wanted to go in and...do what?

He didn't know. He was confused. But he knew it would have been bad decision...ever since that night, when-

"Mel, aren't you going to take it?"

"Huh?" Mel looked at Veranda and saw her handing over the dildo, which he didn't know was a dildo.

"Zombie, take it and I play my turn , break this curse and then...I'm out." Lesley said decisively folding his arms and glaring at the floor. He'd told Veranda this was the last turn and he was going. She'd pouted adorably, but to hell with that. She was lucky he'd scrapped some willingness to do this!

Mel held the dildo gently, unsure of it's purpose and looked at Lesley for assistance. When Lesley saw him looking at him with a slight frown of confusion, he sighed heavily. Why me, he thought and moved to sit next to the zombie, but still keeping a...safe distance.

Lesley took the dildo and held it by grabbing the balls and holding the shaft, the thing was twenty centimeters long.

"You hold it like this, here and here. Try it." He said giving it to Mel and the blonde haired zombie held it by the shaft but instead of holding the balls, he placed it on his lap.

"That's not what I said. Hold there." Lesley said pointing to the balls.

"This is easier. I can hold with one hand and-" Mel stopped when Lesley leaned down to his crotch and put the dildo in his mouth, shocking the zombie into silence.

Mel's eyes were wide open, watching Lesley's every motion and his free hand twitched. He couldn't think, couldn't move and just sat there frozen until Lesley got off him.

"There, done. I'm out of here." Lesley said quickly getting up and he turned to the undead teenager holding the sex toy," Don't follow me. Stay here. I want to be alone."

Before Mel could say anything, Lesley was already gone and out the door. He looked at the vacant spot where he last stood with a solemn look.

Did he do something wrong again?

But Lesley was the one who acted, he didn't do anything...but was that the problem?

Should he have done something?

"Wow, I got that on camera!" Veranda's shout drew Mel's attention and he saw her holding a small silver object with a shiny glass on it's front. Mel didn't know what a camera was either.

"Do you want to see?" Veranda said ecstatic about it and she moved to sit right next to Mel. The girl was not afraid of him...he found that strange.

"Look!" She said and he looked at where she was pointing and he was shocked by what he saw;

In the photo Mel sat crosslegged, with the dildo on his right thigh as it was held by his left hand. Lesley sat by his right side, his body leaning down and almost as if he was going face down onto the corpse's lap. However his attention was on the dildo, his mouth covering the head and suckling on it like a lollipop. The expression on the two individuals was shock for Mel and Lesley's face was set in a slight frown.

"It's awesome. I've never had someone do this before...but then again no one ever plays with me. I'm going to find Monika later, she'll have this printed in her dark room and I can give you a copy. Do you want it?"

Veranda looked at the zombie next to her inquisitively. She was not afraid of him, she had never been afraid of zombies. This one didn't bring fear at all because he was so...cute. He was like a puppy in her eyes, who doesn't know anything. He didn't know what a boardgame was or sex and from the look on his face he had no information on photography.

"Black and white? Or coloured?" Mel asked slowly and Veranda was surprised. So he knew a bit after all. So cool.

"Coloured or black white. Your choice." She said.

" I want...both." Mel said and she giggled.

[You...are...]

"Okay. And while Lesley is gone, how about explain what sex is? Then you understand the game more." She said with a smirk that made her look like her mother.

"No. I don't want." He said softly.

[Monster...monster]

"Aww, why?" She asked him.

"Sex...is for humans. I am not."

"How do you know that?" She asked him with a frown.

"Lesley said I am...monster. I feel I am monster. I kill...humans. I want to kill humans." He said and Veranda had a complicated expression on her face.

[Why?...help ....me]

" We eat people sometimes. Mom says it's because we want to survive. So I eat people and you eat people...we are both monsters then." She said patting his shoulder.

[Someone!...please...]

"I...I am monster. You are human. Lesley is human. Lesley is special. I kill humans. I kill Lesley." Mel spoke in a slow dragged out voice and although nobody noticed it, his eye started to lose color and the voice's grew louder.

"You attacked Lesley?" She couldn't believe it, Mel seemed to care about Lesley from her opinion. But that was only because she saw him staring at him a lot, which could mean he was a pervert having fantasies...or not. Who knows.

[Ahhhhh!]

"I...am monster." Mel covered his face with his hands. The screams echoed in his mind, growing louder, so much louder and closer.

"Hey, don't say that. Lesley forgave you right?" She said," Otherwise he wouldn't be with you."

[Kill...me... he's killing me... God... help me!]

" With me...with me...me...monster...monster." Mel began to mumble loudly and Veranda felt a slight chill down her spine.

"Umm are you okay?" Veranda said softly and with concern and Mel dropped his hands. Veranda gasped in surprise, looking at his face.

Mel's eye was bleeding black blood and veins were pulsing on the side of his face. Veranda stared in wonder, amazed by the change. Her hand rose up to touch his face but before she could a hand grabbed hers.

Lesley looked down at the girl with a deep scowl as he held her hand. Was she crazy? Did she see what he was seeing?

Actually Veranda did not see the full picture.

Mel was snarling and his eyes held a feverish like look. His hands were scrapping the skin off his arms and he was eating it, just as quickly as it grew back. For most people that gory sight of self injury would have made them take a lot of steps back but this crazy girl actually thought of touching him.

She's crazy, Lesley thought shaking his head and then his face turned to the frantic zombie who was acting alot like the ones outside. Berserk and losing control. A sharp light appeared in Lesley's eyes and he took a deep breath.

" Veranda, you shouldn't touch him when he's like this. Get up, go somewhere else. I need to deal with him alone." Lesley said calmly.

" But he looks so cool." She said staring at the zombie.

" Doesn't matter. Get out. Now." Lesley's voice demanded no argument and his eyes were in a serious state making it clear that he was not kidding. Upon seeing that look, Veranda pouted but got up and turned to leave.

" Wait, I need this." She grabbed the camera on the table and then left.

As soon as she was gone, Lesley jumped onto Mel and slammed him onto the ground harshly. His fist rose up and he shot a punch onto the blonde's face, once and twice and then again. Like hammer's they descended left and right.

"You think I'll do it? You think I'll do it again? Is that why you're doing this?!" Lesley shouted as he landed the seventh blow onto Mel's now bloody face. The zombie however only shook his head side to side, his teeth clattering and his hands digging into the floor, breaking his nails and making himself bleed.

Lesley looked at him and gritted his teeth. He couldn't leave him like this. Mama V would have questions, and letting Veranda go already brought enough to bring a knife over their heads.

He grabbed the zombie's collar and pulled him up, he was on Mel's lap, and looked into the blonde's eyes. One was bleeding whilst the other was losing focus and fast. Lesley knew what would happen if this zombie lost all focus.

He reached down pulled off his shirt, showing his dirty but nicely toned upper body. His skin was like a landscape of freckles and light honey skin, even under days of filth, he looked tantalizing.

Except for the wound on his shoulder.

A small wound like a crater on a heavenly planet was on Lesley's right shoulder, next to his neck. It was shallow, looked recent and the red head tried not to look at it. A large smear of blood was on his chest but he ignored it.

Instead he looked back at the zombie infront of him and without hesitation, he brought his face onto the wound. Lesley gritted his teeth and looked up at the roof trying not to think about anything. Mel's frantic actions stopped as his nose twitched, smelling Lesley's blood. His hands rose up and held the human in place before he opened his jaw wide and took a bite.