Sweet But Psycho

Phoebe was always a weird kid and always had trouble making (or keeping) friends, even during high school. At age five she began talking to others no one believed existed except her, by age ten she was obsessed with ghosts and the supernatural; mostly vampires. Phoebe's parents started to worry eventually, but she soon learned not to talk to people about certain things. Once she realized the strange occurrences happening around her wasn't happening to everyone else Phoebe became a lone wolf, or at least she kept her mouth shut when it came to anything paranormal. Ever since she was a child Phoebe knew something about her, perhaps her energy, attracted all types of characters to come up to her randomly. Half of them are human, but more often than not - monsters. She's faced creatures of all kinds since she was little. The only thing that scares Phoebe, other than heights or bugs, is the fate of humanity. Her best friend Gregory couldn't even scare her when they first met.

A/N: Forewarning I will be inserting curse words throughout each chapter, unless I mention otherwise.


I Remember You

Gregory was comfortable, alone.

With other teenagers.

He could adapt to any environment. It was a survival technique perfected from years upon years of hiding, being found by hunters, and moving from one place to the next. All dwellings damp, pitch black, and cold. The temperature didn't bother him anymore though. If it dropped below ten or rose above ninety-nine.

Gregory was always comfortable.

At the moment he sat underneath an old oak, his favorite spot as a child. The night was clear, not a cloud in sight. The full moon hung bright in the open darkness giving him a sensation of peace. As rare as it was these days to find any peace.

His family were out looking for another way to use the stone of Attamon to attain their humanity again. The spell worked, but didn't last.

Then Tony found a long forgotten piece of paper which showed a strange ritual and gave a list of ingredients to gather. Some of which were extremely hard to find.

Gregory chuckled at the list, "A pure human heart. There's so many of those though. And how many of them are truly pure?"

He often questioned his hope sometimes. If they would ever truly be human again too.

Then he pushed it aside as his vampire hearing picked up rustling noises off to his right. Sniffing the air he detected the scent of another vampire.

Aiden.

He grinned, jumping up from where he was carving slash marks into the bark of the tree. The rest of the land had been turned into a children's park whereas when he was a boy the surrounding area was a cobblestone round-about lined with shops. "Been wondering when you would show up, asshole!"

Aiden was a year younger than he was, stuck forever at the age of 17. He had a wife who was slain by hunters. No children. His brown eyes were filled with laughter and mischief, a head full of blonde curls tied at the nape of his neck. A skinny boy with baggy, punk-styled clothes. All chains and no leather.

"I was tracking this scent, which led me to you, and you are definitely not at all who I was expecting to find. After all you're the one that lives in a dirty, old cellar with the rest of your lot. That and I thought I was picking up on the sweet smell of lilies."

Gregory rolled his eyes and grunted, "We can't all live in a mansion with working electricity either. And for your information it's just me here."

He didn't smell bad, but grabbed the edge of his leather duster and took a whiff from the fabric just to make sure.

It smelled like rotting corpse, earth, and cheap cologne.

"Is there something wrong with your nose, dude? How can you not smell that?"

The dark-haired vampire frowned, inhaling the air practically as a breeze swept throughout the park. He heard the scratching sounds the leaves on the tree limbs made as the wind rustled them, clear as a bell. Just as clear as the sound of a beating heart nearby.

He was goddamn right!

Aiden smirked and crossed his arms over his chest continuing on, "It's strong. Young. Human. How did you not notice it before my arrival?"

What the hell was going on with him?

Gregory sniffed the air once more to make sure he wasn't imagining things, scowling as he picked up on a new scent besides the smell of drying, damp earth and death that came from vampirism.

His fucking senses were going wonky again. How was that possible?

It smelled sweet, just like honey.

Just like Aiden said.

But also like flowers. Either lavender or peony.

Just like before.

But stronger, almost sticky. Different.

His teeth bared at the memory attached to that particular smell, "I know that scent. I've come across it before."

It being a cute, curly-haired little girl with eyes like the sea. Sea-foam that washes up on the shores of beaches.

A particularly brave, wild child.

Aiden snorted and wagged a finger at him, "No fair Sackvillebagg! I have been chasing this brat down for about an hour now and there is no way I'm letting you steal her out from under me just because you may or may not have come across her before." The blonde-haired vampire was pretty chill most of the time, but when it came to human sacrifices (as Aiden liked to call his prey) he became a possessive beast.

"Don't make me kick your ass, Thomaston. This one is mine and has been mine for the last four years. Go find yourself another mortal to feast upon."

When the other vampire stepped forward to challenge Gregory he rushed at Aiden's left, using his right arm to swing at the back of Aiden's head. Which landed a heavy, backhanded blow and had the blonde boy staggering forwards. Then he raced off in the direction of the familiar, wonderful scent.

"No fair! You owe me one, Sackvillebagg! I swear. I demand payment!"

"Kiss my ass, Thomaston!"


'Nigga's be talking 'bout this,
Nigga's be ratting 'bout that.
They ain't even got no straps.
Old lame ass nigga, you wack.
Bitch, you ain't got no juice.
Bitch, you gets no juice.
And nigga's be telling these lies,
living they life disguised,
exaggerate for these hoes.
Boy, you really think you cool.
Bitch, you ain't got no juice.
And nobody believes you.
And you can't lie,

These nigga's be talking bout this,
These nigga's be talking bout that,
but they ain't never slung that yak.
They ain't ever laid in that rack on that other side
of the wall where the real walk.
Cold nights, real talk.
Nigga's, they telling lies.
Nigga, what block you own?
I'm just a hustling ass nigga with a gift partner.
You just a buster ass nigga on a trip partner.
You got no juice, I got the juice, the whole world love me.
CNN say I got the whole world thugging.
Sometimes it's best to walk away, save yourself a case,
'cause they in court testifying on us every day.
Everybody wanna be fly,
but don't nobody want to get robbed.
For reputations, they lie.

Nigga's be talking 'bout this.
Nigga's be ratting 'bout that.
They ain't even got no straps.
Old lame ass nigga, you wack.
Bitch, you ain't got no juice.
Bitch, you gets no juice.
And nigga's be telling these lies,
living they life disguised,
exaggerate for these hoes.
Or you really think you cool.
Bitch, you ain't got no juice.
And nobody believes you.
And you can't lie.

They exaggerating for these women,
hoping they look at 'em different,
but now you playing the people
since little one caught you slipping.
You's a rat, you ain't ready for the lifestyle.
When the K's cocked and the lights out.
What you know about not going in till it's lights out?
Nigga's checking nigga's 'bout hoes.
You gots no juice.
All in them people's section flexing, nigga don't even know you.
I believe in actions, no words, no weight.
Nigga in LA nine years ago said he was gon' hook me up with Dre (nah nigga.)

Nigga's be talking 'bout this.
Nigga's be ratting 'bout that.
They ain't even got no straps.
Old lame ass nigga, you wack.
Bitch, you ain't got no juice.
Bitch, you gets no juice.
And niggas be telling these lies,
living they life disguised,
exaggerate for these hoes.
Boy, you really think you cool.
Bitch, you ain't got no juice.
And nobody believes you.
And you can't lie.

Nigga, you ain't got no juice.
(You ain't got no juice, you ain't got no juice.)
Nigga, you ain't Boosie Boo.
(You ain't Boosie Boo, you ain't Boosie Boo nigga.)
You ain't even got no juice like that (no juice like that.)
You ain't the truth like that (truth like that.)
You ain't the truth like that (truth like that.)

Nigga don't even know you (no juice, no juice.)
Nigga don't even know you (no juice, no juice.)
Nigga don't even know you (no juice, no juice, no juice.)
And you can't lie.'

Boosie BadAzz, No Juice