Chapter 6

He was completely unprepared and surprised when he was restrained from behind with his hands pinned to his sides.

“Alphonse what are doing?! Let me go!” He shouted as he struggled in vain to get free.

Alphonse’s strength was greater than his, so he could effortlessly hold the struggling zombie with only one arm. He used his other arm to tilt the others head then quickly bit down deeply on his neck.

The small zombie let out a loud scream. He struggled even more to get free but this only made Alphonse clamp on harder.

“Alphonse let go! Don’t tell me that you are going to eat me?! Stop! Please!”

After seeing that he couldn’t get away, he closed his eyes and stood rigidly waiting for his painful death….again. Nevermind that he didn’t even remember how he died in the first place. After a few minutes of stillness, he started to feel that something wasn’t right.

‘Why is he not doing anything? It freaking hurts and he is just standing there with his damn teeth in my throat! Is he playing with his food?....That was a disturbing thought.’

Seeing that the small zombie had stopped struggling, Alphonse quickly swallowed the blood in his mouth and bit down deeply again to make the already closing injury bleed again.

“Are you drinking my blood?! I thought you were a zombie! Not a bloody vampire! Alphonse, you big jerk, stop biting my neck! It hurts damn it! Get off.” He screamed as his eyes teared from the pain.

Alphonse resolutely ignored the other, he continued biting down and sucking his blood until he couldn’t stand on his own anymore. The small zombie, who no longer had any strength, had to lean on him for support.

After a while,the taller zombie stopped and watched the wound close after he had removed his teeth. He could already feel the blood taking effect so he carefully and laboriously dragged the now unconscious zombie to the bed and deposited him on it.

Alphonse grunted and spasmed as the blood started to change him. He carefully wiped the tears of the small zombie, then dragged himself to a corner to brace himself for a tiring and brutal night.

He endured the painful change through the night till the early hours of the day.

The first rays of the sun were slowly peeking through as the pain slowly ebbed away. He glanced at the unconscious zombie then stood up. He undid the bandages on his chest while quietly making his way to the door.

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‘Something smells good.’

This was the first thought of the small zombie as he regained consciousness. He slowly opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling dazedly.

‘I feel weak…What happened last night?’ He thought tiredly.

A noise beside him broke him out of his daze. He slowly turned his head and watched as Alphonse emptied a plastic bag filled with food. He stared dumbly at him for a moment before he remembered.

His anger gave him strength to sit up and march towards the culprit..albeit a bit wobbly, “Alphonse you big stinky undead! How dare you bite me! I trusted you and…”

The rest of his words were cut off as Alphonse stuffed some food in his mouth. He automatically chewed the food as he glared at the taller zombie. In response, Alphonse presented all the food to him. He glared one last time at him then sat down to start stuffing his face.

‘I’ll accept his peace offering for now. But when I’m done, I am giving him a good kick.’ He thought as he chomped on some kind of meat.

Alphonse just sat in front of him and patiently watched him eat. After all of the food was eaten, he slowly leaned back on one arm and rubbed his tummy with the other.

“Oh, that hit the spot. I now have some strength back.”

“Tsuki.” Alphonse said.

His hand paused in its motion and he stared incredulously at Alphonse. Just to be sure, he gave a quick perusal around the room to confirm that there was no one else.

“Did you just talk?!” He exclaimed with wide eyes.

“Tsuki.” Alphonse repeated.

“What Tsuki? What is that?”

“Tsuki. Name” Alphonse said haltingly.

“Name? is it yours?”

“No. You”

“You are naming me Tsuki?!” He asked blankly

Alphonse just nodded his head.

“That is a strange name…but whatever. At least I now have one. I had no preference anyway.” He shrugged.

He slowly reached for a half-empty bottle of water, took a sip then promptly spit it out when his brain finally processed that he, kind of, had a conversation with Alphonse.

“Sweet bloody Mary! How the hell can you talk now? And where did you get all this food? Did you go up the stairs by yourself?!” He choked out.

He squinted his eyes at Alphonse and stared at him closely, “you changed too! Your skin no longer has that grey tint! You are as pale as me now! And you are sitting down with your legs crossed! So you can move properly now?! What in the creator’s name happened?”

Alphonse just stared blankly at him.

“Don’t give me that! You just talked! You can’t play mute now! The only fishy thing that happened was you chomping on me…..Was that it?” He whispered with his eyes wide open, “ did my blood change you? Is that why you turned into a thirsty vampire?.......Is my blood magical?....Am I a zombie with wizarding powers?”

Alphonse looked at him blankly for a while, “Stupid.”