I heard a soft knock on the door.

Shit!

I immediately threw myself back on the bed and squeezed my eyes shut.

Don't look up.

Don't look up.

Don't look up.

That's what every fiber in my entirety screamed at me. I truly believed that if I acted like I was asleep, they'd leave me alone. I don't know why I thought that. I'm not some child.

The door crept open and the two heathens snuck back into the room.

I lied still. As still as I possibly could. I even held my breath.

...........................

They tiptoed over to the bed.

I remained as deathly still as the calm waters of a lake that reflected you perfectly.

One lied on the bed on the side my back faced, while the other sat near the foot of the bed on the other side of me.

"I know you're awake, Sai." hummed Lance. "I'm not stupid, you rude mosquito."

I drew in a deep, hopefully silent breath.

No I'm not, fuck off!!

However, that coupled with the fact that I furrowed my brows and pursed my lips was the death of me.

Lance roughly patted my calf.

"Get up. It's Christmas. I'm not giving you your present in here."

Osamu, behind me, stayed silent. I guess he felt it wasn't his place yet..?

Christmas? Already? It seems like just yesterday it was October and I was hitting up all the bars in the city.

"Yeah, Sai." Osamu chimed. "We wanna spend time with you. Please don't disappoint."

Asshole.

It isn't a fucking choice for me, you passive-aggressive little cocksucker, so stop making it appear like one!!!

I opened my eyes and slowly lifted up, rubbing the fake sleep out of my eyes. Not giving a single fuck about Osamu's presence, I kept my eyes keen on Lance, waiting for my next orders. Even though I hated obeying him, I'd much rather take from him than...

Lance looked up at Osamu. "Can you hand Sai his shirt, please, Osamu?"

"Sure thing."

Osamu rolled off the bed, picking up my black turtleneck, and handed it to me.

I didn't look up at him and just gently claimed it, peaking my arms into the shirt.

Lance suddenly grabbed a fistfull of my hair and yanked hard on it.

I was flung backwards and ended up hitting the mattress hard with my upper body. I didn't gasp, as I was kinda used to it at that point, but I did, however, open my eyes wide in surprise.

"I see your attitude towards Osamu. I am most certainly not okay with it."

I locked eyes with him and vigorously nodded my head.

"Apologize."

Lance released my hair and I sprang up. Immediately, I bowed my head and fought back a choke deep within my throat.

"I'm so sorry."

"..." he just stood there.

"That's not enough." Lance barked from my left side.

Lips parted, I whirled my head around to him. "Wh--"

Then what is...?

The most intense panic gripped me and held me suspended in mid air for a splie second.

"Bow."

I softly nodded, sinking my eyes down. I slowly pulled my arms out of the sweater...

"Faster, damnit!! I don't have all night for your stupid ass games!"

I let out a audible whimper, yanked free my arms and threw my body down on the bed, bowing down to Osamu.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!!"

Lance bent down to my ear. "From now on, you'll treat him as my equal. No less." He took a handfull of my hair and yanked me up, forcing my eyes to meet with Osamu's smiling ones.

"Huhn-!!"

"Now, thank him for your shirt."

I tightly clasped my hands together and pleaded, tears shamefully leaking from my eyes.

"Thank you, Osamu!! Thank you very much!!!"

Lance and Haruki locked eyes, seemingly having a conversation with their eyes, rather than their mouth.

Osamu nodded and Lance let me down.

"Good. Now get dressed."

I nodded and threw on the turtleneck, shakily fitting it on my torso.

When I finished, I didn't even bother to look up at either of them. I just hung my head and clasped my hands together, waiting for a new order.. Now, from either of them... reluctantly.

When no one said anything, my eyes glanced up at Lance and then quickly fell down to the bed, but in that split second, I saw a soft smile painted on Lance's lips.

"Tsk. It'll just take time for him to get used to you, Osamu." Lance sighed, rubbing his hand seemingly affectionately up and down my back.

"I know." he replied cheerfully, stroking his hands through my hair, to which I had to hold a cringe at bay. "That's why I can't be too hard on him."

"Well.." Lance took his hand off my back, "You're nicer than I." He walked behind Osamu, heading for the door.

Osamu twisted his head to look at Lance and then back down at me. "I-I think he's ready to go, Sai." He took his hands out of my hair.

Without giving so much as a nod, I got up and trudged over to Lance.

He opened the door for me. "Have a seat, Sai."

I did as I was told and sat down at the dining table presented in front of me.

I looked around the room, only slightly turning my head so they wouldn't ask about me.

Wh--

Marcy isn't out here...

..Will she come out later...?

Lance sat down on one side of the table, while Osamu sat across from me.

I was looking around so hard for Marcy, I didn't even notice that there was food already on the table. Once I did, though, I watched in wait for them to finish getting their food.

There was ham, green bean casserole, mashed potatoes, and pie. It all looked pretty good. Not that it matters to me.

After he was done, Lance thoughtfully put a small portion of each onto my plate.

I bowed my head. "Thank you."

"Mhm." he happily hummed with a wide smile on his face.

The jolly atmosphere made me almost crack a smile, too. Almost.

I leisurely grazed, watching them eat and listening to their small talk about work.. And the outside. I, too, drifted off into a deep conversation with myself.

The thing about vampires is (if you haven't already noticed), we don't need human "food." We can survive just fine without it. We really just eat for the pleasure of tasting it. There's no harm done, it just goes right through the body, because we don't really process any of it.

"How old are you, Sai?"

!!!

I looked up at Lance.

"I didn't ask the question."

I looked over at Osamu. "I-I'm sorry..."

He smiled. "It's alright. I was asking your age."

"Oh.. I was 291, but now I guess I'm 292..."

Osamu rested his head on his hand and dropped his jaw in bewilderment. "Wow~!! That's so... That's amazing."

I faked a smile. "Thank you."

"When was your birthday?"

"October 31st."

"Oh~. A Scorpio. I Halloween baby at that!"

I sheepishly smiled and nodded.

"Mine is December 7th. I'm Sagittarius." He turned to Lance, "Lance? When's your birthday?"

"Mine? I was born on March 9th, in 1955."

"So that makes you.. 29! 29!?? I thought I was older than you, Lance! I'm only 26!!"

Lance faked a humble smile over at Osamu, chewing.

"Wow.. I'm the youngest.. I'm kinda intimidated by you both, now!" he laughed.

Lance and I both faked another polite smile.

There was a long pause where we all ate. None of us uttered a single word. The whole house fell into a hard silence. It wasn't awkward or tense, though. It was understood between all of us that we were enjoying a good meal.

Then, I heard scratching from behind. It sounded a little distant, like it was from down the hall.. The same hall as the basement door.

Marcy.

It could only be her.

I tried to kill a grin off my face.

Serves that bitch right.

A loud moan strung through the walls.

Conveniently now finished, Lance broke from his seat, shaking the table on his swift way up. He tossed the napkin down on his plate.

"Excuse me."

Though I didn't even glance up, I could see in my peripheral that Osamu watched Lance stride off behind me. He even seemed a little startled.

Get used to it, fuckface.

Lance strode down the hall and shut the basement door behind himself.

Osamu put his eyes on me, taking the moment to strike up another conversation.

"Sai?"

What.

I perked up and locked eyes with him. "Hm?" I squeaked.

"You're.. not Asian, are you...?" It was said unlike a question.

"N-No. I am not."

"Well then, I gotta ask: What's with the name?"

There was a short pause.

None of your business.

"...I lived in Tokyo for a few months."

"Aah~, I see~. So you just wanted to fit in??"

I nodded. "..."

"So, what's your real name?"

"...Vigil. That was the name that my parents gave me."

"Vigil?" suddenly grumbled Lance.

The fact that I wasn't focused on listening to him come and now he was there, made me jump.

"Lance! You scared Sai~! Or- Vigil."

Lance smiled over at me. "Oh, I'm sorry.. Vigil. I brought your present, though." he said, handing a little bag to me.

"Thank you." I gently took it and peeked inside.

...

......!!

Wh--

I slinked my hand in, grabbed the packet, and pulled it out of the bag. I looked up. First, I looked to Osamu, then to Lance. I glanced at the pack to make sure it was what I thought it was, and then back to Lance.

".....................U-Underwear...??"

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I just want to say that I'm completely blown away at all the attention 1984 has gotten. As I type, there are already 850 reads!! Even though that is a relatively small number, it really means the world to me. I really enjoy reading all the comments and replying, lolol. They really do make my day, even more so than votes. Although, I really do like the days where my notif box is blown up with notifs of people reading the whole thing and voting on all the chapters.

When I first drafted 1984 in my journal, back in May, I really just wanted to write it out and not really ever publish it. I had gotten kinda depressed with writing and kinda wanted to quit because I just wasn't getting a lot of attention and I thought it was pointless, yanno?? ..But then I talked to a couple of my really good friends about the idea and story line of it and they really gave me a lot of confidence.

So, with that being said: 1984 was originally intended to be just an experiment. That's why it's a little choppy and the smut just isn't very good ((like- at fucking all)). However, if you've made it thus far, you obviously like it even if it's just a little, so I must be doing something right!

Now, some of you may have noticed a similarity between my 1984 and the manhwa Killing Stalking. That, my friend, is because I modeled 1984 after KS. I really, really love the manhwa, even though the latest season isn't as crazy. It has such nice elements of yaoi and also horror like 1984 that I really fell in love with. So, if you like murder yaoi, and.. obviously haven't read it yet, I really, really recommend Koogi's Killing Stalking.

And another thing I wasn't aware of until very recently is that 1984 is already a story by someone else.. I think it's a murder mystery.... Dammit, lolol!! I.. can't really change my title, either. It has a special meaning. So, we will both just have to deal with it, lol.

Here's another present, by the way~~~

I know ya'll have never had any visuals of them, so I wanted to do at least Sai.. or Vigil. Tell me what you think. I'll do the other characters eventually, trust me. It'll just be a little bit.

So, anyway.. I really wanna know: