Vol1
When Rodgers faced Rand again, he had adjusted his expression well.
That harmless and kind good neighbor.
"Wow, sorry, I'm just too shocked." He winked at Rand. "Did you get bitten by some bug? I think you're fit to spray silk threads from your wrists to dart around buildings. Back and forth, getting justice or something."
"… "
Rand looked at Rogers in silence, the atmosphere was awkward, and the latter had to put away his exaggerated expression and rubbed his hair.
"Okay, okay, Rand, don't look at me like that, it's just a joke! I'm just trying to put you at ease... All in all, it doesn't hurt that you're showing these symptoms so far, in fact I I think a lot of people will probably want these 'after-effects' of you. However, if you want to go to the hospital for a checkup, I can drive you there…”
"No, I don't want to go to the hospital." Rand had already said the refusal before his sanity could take effect.
Rogers shrugged.
"Well, I also think you should let your brother take care of this. After all, what's going on in you doesn't look like an illness could have caused it—no offense, but I'm really curious, you know, you My brother is from Shenbai Company, he really didn't make some unknown attempts on you? Otherwise, I really don't know how to understand the mutation in you."
"It's not about the deep..." Rand wanted to say that he'd never had that bloody experiment in him.
However, some fragments slowly emerged from the sea of his memories at this time.
He had seen pictures of himself as a child, the child with albinism, but now he is a normal person, with normal black hair and green eyes.
and also…
Vincent was so secretive about Rand's mutation and blood problems after Rand returned to the Sivers family...
For a moment, even Rand himself wasn't quite sure.
He sighed deeply, and the breath on his body became more gloomy.
Rogers got up from the stool and put his hand on Rand's shoulder.
"Come on, my man, everything will be fine."
he said, with a friendly smile.
For the next few days, Rand remained obediently in his apartment, quietly enduring strange physical changes (changes in vision made it difficult for him to even use electronics, and he could easily see to every tiny electronic component), his body doesn't seem to have changed.
Meanwhile, Rand was relieved that the paparazzi outside the apartment had finally been reduced over time.
He thought things were finally starting to get better.
Vol 2
That hellish heat hit Rand again in the night.
He was lying flat on the bed at the time, next to a dim yellow light.
He has whiskey on his bedside table, and in his hand a copy of Wilde's fairy tales - whisky to deal with Rand's insomnia, and Wilde to deal with Munster's coquetry.
Rand's beloved little monster doesn't spend long nights in Rand's bedroom as it used to be.
In fact, Rand hadn't allowed Munster into his bedroom for the night since that ridiculous and embarrassing night of confusion. He made Munster a comfy enough bed in the living room (making his living room, which had cost a lot of design money, suddenly turned into a cluttered college dorm — Rogers complained), but Rand knew that Upper Munster quietly guards the rug in the doorway of his bedroom every night.
That's the closest location to Rand.
Rand was annoyed and… soft-hearted by Munster's behavior, especially considering that Munster wasn't actually making any louder attempts to get into his bedroom.
It just pulled Rand's sleeve with a tear of ingratiation and forbearance, and said weakly: "Rand, if I am obedient, you will not drive me away."
—Rand felt like a hard-hearted beast at that moment.
He finally acquiesced to Munster at his door, knowing that he could hear everything he was saying in the bedroom.
To compensate, he would open the fairy tale book in the room and read the fairy tale word by word—he knew Munster could hear it, and he liked it.
"...So Nightingale pressed the rose thorn even tighter, stabbing her heart, and a sharp pain hit her whole body. The love accomplished by death, sings the love that is immortal in the grave. At last this extraordinary rose turned crimson, like the red glow of the eastern sky, the outer ring of the petals is crimson, and the heart of the flower is redder as if A ruby."
He was thinking about this sentence at the time.
A strange pain suddenly burst out of his heart.
At the first second, he even mistakenly thought it was the pain caused by the nightingale in the fairy tale, but then he knew that this was not normal pain.
The pain swept through like a tornado, almost tearing his soul to pieces.
He saw the book in his hand fall uncontrollably to the ground, and his arm spasmed, knocking the whiskey over.
In a brief moment, Rand's body temperature rose ten degrees.
His heart went into overdrive, and it quickly went haywire.
The air in the room seemed to be suddenly swept away, and Rand's swollen lungs made it almost impossible for him to breathe.
"… Rand? Rand!"
Munster seemed to be howling, but it sounded as far away as in another world.
The strong rose scent gushed out from every inch of Rand's skin like a fountain. Even in a semi-conscious state, he could clearly smell the strong scent that was so thick that it was almost suffocating.
Oh no…
"Don't... come in... come..."
Rand struggled and shouted to the door.
He couldn't imagine what Munster would do if he got in here under these circumstances and was bewitched by these damn smells.
Of course, he was more afraid of what he would do.
…
At the door, Munster suddenly withdrew his claws.
The door to the bedroom had been cut open by it (which was actually pretty easy for Munster), and Rand's sweet breath flowed out.
Munster's mouthparts were sticking straight out of the inside of his mouth before he knew it, secreting a large amount of mucus dripping onto the carpet.
If Rand was already close to being semi-conscious at this time, then Munster's condition was actually not much better than him.
The call, rooted in nature, slapped its soul like a whip, making it frantically rush into the room and knead Rand in his arms.
but…
"Don't come in".
Rand's weak voice like a newborn kitten pierced into Munster's heart like a nail.
It raised its head and let out a long, painful whimper.
Then he shrank back sharply.
"Rand... Rand... Rand..."
It kept calling that name over and over, as if it would make it a little better.
Its body temperature was also rising, and the feeling of emptiness, hunger... it caused a great pain that seemed to be torn apart by someone.
Its claws slammed into the gaps in the scales of its tail—a sharp pain in the flesh, but at the same time it reclaimed a tiny bit of sanity from the boiling hormones.
Rand told it it was not allowed in.
Munster sobbed and endured both physical and mental torment, but he never crossed that thin paper-like obstacle from beginning to end.
To ease that pain, he pressed his face to the door panel and opened his mouth...
Rand heard a strange sound.
The kind of sweet singing that he had ever heard that numbs every nerve.
The sound was like a cool spring overflowing into his body, soothing every muscle and soul that had been bitten and gnawed by pain.
The spasms gradually ceased.
Rand's rapid breathing also calmed down little by little.
He lay there quietly, greedily absorbing the coolness and calmness of that beautiful voice.
Sanity also slowly floated out of the darkness and descended back into his body.
After a while, Rand found himself lying on the ground.
Fragments of the whisky bottle stuck to his skin.
Some tiny beads of blood squeezed out, and Rand didn't even feel the pain. He was still running a fever, a little dazed.
He slowly got up from the ground and staggered toward the door like a zombie.
If at this moment, there is a second human being in this room, he can see the abnormality of Rand at this time.
His pupils became black and bright in the moonlight, reflecting the light like polished silver coins.
His eyes used to be like the greenest leaf on the treetops in midsummer, but at this time, it was like dripping blood, showing an unlucky blood color.
Rand put his hand on the doorknob.
"Man... st... te... hiss..."
He called out that name.
The singing was interrupted for a moment.
"Rand..."
it responded.
The amazing thing is that this is a human name, but it gave Rand a moment of clarity.
His hand was retracted from the door handle, but his body hit the door heavily, and then slowly slid down.
"Don't... come in... come..."
Rand could clearly feel a certain… unspeakable longing in his body.
He didn't know what the hell was going on, but he was really tortured.
Rand never knew he was such a monster.
He was about to collapse.
If Munster really appeared in front of him, he could swear that he would never have the courage to resist. He will be defeated by the diabolical desires in his body, and he will do unforgivably disgusting things.
Munster didn't do that.
The door to the bedroom was so fragile, it never opened it.
Rand saw the hole in the door, just enough for him to put his hand out.
Rand asked Munster to grab his hand.
"Don't... let... me open the door... I... don't want to do... that kind of thing... "
He leaned his head against the door, groaned softly, and said.
After hesitating for a moment, Rand's fiery fingers were taken into Munster's cold palm.
It sang again.
This time with a touch of sadness.
Rand took a deep breath, as if to inhale the song into his own lungs.
He feels better.
Munster's singing made him feel... as if he was surrounded by something.
At this time, the situation in which the soul is paralyzed and disappears occurs.
Rand felt as if he was drowning in honey and amber, every nerve, every inch of skin was engulfed in sweetness, but he couldn't breathe.
can not breath…
By the time he regained his senses from the hallucination again, time had passed for about... tens of seconds? Or a few minutes
Rand wasn't so sure.
The high fever seemed to gradually recede, and the desire and heat that burned him began to diminish.
Rand was finally able to think normally.
"Munster, thank you."
he said hoarsely.
After returning to normal, he opened the door.
Saw Munster, who was almost as exhausted as he was.
It still looked a little bit awkward, and a lot of mucus had wet its body and the carpet under it.
Rand's sweet smell has faded, which is not a pleasant thing for a mature siren in heat (after all, under natural conditions, this may mean the loss of another regular mating opportunity) ).
But Munster felt very happy.
Rand was surprised to find that he liked the way his partner smiled weakly at him more than Rand's hormonal groaning.
At least, when he smiled, his eyes were not misty.
Rand was looking at it, and he could clearly see who it was—a realization alone made Munster feel a wonderfully sweet and satisfying feeling.
It reached out and hugged Rand naturally.
"I don't know what's wrong with myself... But, I really appreciate you, Munster..."
Rand whispered in Munster's ear.
"In the future, if you feel uncomfortable in the future, I will sing to you... You don't have to be afraid... "
With happiness, Munster murmured assurances to Rand.
Intellectually, Rand knew how strange it was to be with Munster like this (and neither should he, given his strange physical condition), but the latter's clumsy tenderness soothed his tired spirit.
Peace of mind…
Yes, a year ago, Rand probably would never have thought that one day he would find the peace of mind he had never had before from a little monster, an unknown strange creature.
He couldn't help but put a light kiss on Munster's forehead.
"thanks."
He says.
If it weren't for the abnormality of the body, the tiredness of Rand and Munster would probably continue for a short period of time.
But the reality is that after a few minutes, Rand noticed some itching in his neck, some wet, hot stuff running from behind his ears to his shoulders. Rand reached out and touched it, then put his fingers in front of his eyes.
Thanks to his eyes that can now see in the dark, he can clearly see what is on his fingers—blood.
"Rand?!"
Munster also saw his blood, and it had some horror.
"Oh, it's alright, I think it's just some minor after-effects."
Rand said reassuringly. At first I thought it was the inexplicable high fever that caused the ear bleeding.
But he soon realized that things were not so simple.
Because he felt several cracks distributed side by side behind his ears on both sides.
Rand struggled to drag his weak body to the bathroom, where he was shocked to see the cracks in the bathroom mirror.
Each of them is about five to six centimeters long and evenly distributed. They weren't superficial wounds, they looked...deep to the bone.
Yet Rand didn't even feel pain.
He wiped off the remaining blood with some alcohol-soaked cotton wool, and the edges of those cracks could be seen a little better, they were very smooth.
Rand pressed one of the cracks uncertainly.
However, a strong smell of alcohol suddenly rushed to his forehead, it felt like someone had sprayed several pumps of alcohol spray into his nose, and he couldn't help sneezing several times.
Then he found that the cracks in his body were opening when he sneezed.
A stream of air spewed out of the crack.
"Oh god..."
Rand covered his mouth in shock.
He couldn't help holding his breath in the intense emotion, but this time he could still feel the inflow of air.
Those cracks... were actually his gills.
Vol3
"What the hell is this..."
If the mutation in the eyes made Rand reluctantly accept it after a brief shock.
The gills that grew behind the ears were like heavy hammers, completely shattering the semblance of calm Rand had managed to build.
He couldn't comprehend the current changes in his body anyway.
cheek
God, he hasn't been bitten by a fish, at most he's just been bitten by Munster...
Wait, Munster…
Rand's breathing stopped.
In the beginning, Munster was just an ordinary little fish.
Everything was wrong from the day Munster cut his hand. Could the mutation in him really be related to Munster
Rand matched everything up almost immediately.
The wonderful connection he had with Munster after that night, his inexplicable and unspeakable desires, the mutation in him...
"For God's sake… "
Rand slammed into the toilet, covering his head with his hands, panicking.
If all his changes are because of Munster, what should he do next
Rand felt an unprecedented helplessness.
Now he really doesn't know what to do.
And God may have heard his prayer, it didn't give Rand much time to struggle—
A few seconds later, a knock on the door interrupted Rand's thoughts.
Rand opened the door and saw a pale Rogers. No makeup, no huge cheap jewelry, no skinny T-shirts and stretch pants. He looked just so gloomy and scary.
"Rogers? What happened to you?"
Rand was startled when he saw Rogers' deadly face, he checked the time by the way, it was early morning.
Rogers looked back at the hallway, and after making sure no one was there, he slipped quickly into Rand's apartment.
He didn't even show a deliberate panic to Munster present as usual. He seemed a little pissed off.
"Damn, I'm the one who wants to ask what happened?! What did you and your little monster just do?!"
"what?"
Rand guiltily took a step back.
"Uh, I got a fever and..."
He tried to explain, but soon he realized that Rogers wasn't listening to him.
The man who was much simpler than usual quickly opened the balcony door and cursed.
"Damn, I knew there was something wrong with you guys."
He says.
Rand walked over suspiciously.
A fresh stench entered his nostrils.
On Lander's balcony, a layer of black bodies almost completely covered the floor.
They were bats with severed necks and skulls, as well as the carcasses of some nocturnal birds.
"God, this is..."
"Don't tell me you don't know anything?!"
Rogers turned his head sharply, and stared at Rand with a serpent-like gaze.
…
Residents of the Pine Street Apartments were troubled by the bizarre incident that night. The first is the bats, yes, under normal circumstances, they are like ghosts, people know there are bats at night, but no one really notices them.
But on this night, countless bats, like mad, started banging against the windows and walls of the apartment, one after another, smashing themselves against the cold glass without fear, huge The sound can wake any sleeping person.
Then, the bird also joined the ranks of suicide.
The whole building seemed to possess some inexplicable magic all of a sudden, it attracted countless nocturnal animals slamming against the cold cement and glass, leaving them with corpses that were as soft as flesh.
And the worst-hit area was this floor of the Rand house.
"I don't know if anyone else noticed... you know who I'm referring to 'others'. Anyway, when I looked at your balcony, I thought you were being attacked by some demonic creature, those bats, oh my god , they've been gathering at your window, haven't you noticed?"
"I was having a fever at the time."
Rand frowned.
"I don't know what the hell is going on..."
But almost as soon as he gave that answer, Rand thought of Munster's "singing," he said.
That "singing" is so sweet and beautiful that it can almost take away the soul of a human being.
Rand has a hard time guaranteeing that it won't have the same effect on other creatures.