A sharp wind blewb through the room. She shivered and curled deeper into her covers. Another wind made her open her eyes. I thought I closed that last night.. She recalled closing the window and even locking it. Fear gripped her as more fresh air came through her window and something moved close to her, giving off warmth. Slowly, she slipped out of the bed and quickly spun around. She found a body on her bed, black cloth covering it. She sighed with relief, recognizing the sleeping form of her sister, coal black hair untied. Willow sat back on the bed and hit her bedmate with a pillow. This earned her an immediate whine of protest and she giggled.
“Becca, you scared the crap out of me!! What are you doing in my room? And how'd you get in? The window was locked!”
She heard another whine.
“I was out on patrol last night and Tyler's gone again. So I came here. And I've been unlocking and opening windows since I was...7?”
Willow sighed and closed the window, locking it again. She looked at her clock and groaned.
“Becca it's only 4 in the morning!”
“Why do you think I came here?”
She looked at her sister through every eyelids. Her sister sighed and looked at her, noticing dried blood on her uniform.
“Becca! You're bleeding!”
“No. I was.”
“What happened?”
Willow ran over, pulling her sister into a sitting position and grabbing clothes for her. Becca glared sleepily at the bright pajamas.
“A guy shot me when I caught him stealing stuff.”
She slipped off her uniform and reached for the clothes but they were harshly pulled away.
“You're still bleeding..!”
“Don't worry. It only grazed me. I'll be okay.”
Willow didn't listen and pulled out her emergency first aid kit. She bandaged up her sister and helped her to dress.
“You'll be okay.”
“Coulda told ya that myself.”
Willow lightly hit her sister with a pillow, earning her another whine. She giggled again before turning off the lights and cuddling up with her sister to go to sleep.
“I love you, Becca.”
“...love you too. Now hush so I can sleep.”
Willow giggled again before falling back into peaceful sleep. Becca leaned up on her elbow and kissed her tenderly on the forehead.
“I know I never say it anymore, but I love you, Willow. You're the best sister I could ever have wanted. I just want you to see me as the best, too.”
She sighed and hugged her sister closer before falling asleep, Willow in her tight embrace.
“Becca, you scared the crap out of me!! What are you doing in my room? And how'd you get in? The window was locked!”
She heard another whine.
“I was out on patrol last night and Tyler's gone again. So I came here. And I've been unlocking and opening windows since I was...7?”
Willow sighed and closed the window, locking it again. She looked at her clock and groaned.
“Becca it's only 4 in the morning!”
“Why do you think I came here?”
She looked at her sister through every eyelids. Her sister sighed and looked at her, noticing dried blood on her uniform.
“Becca! You're bleeding!”
“No. I was.”
“What happened?”
Willow ran over, pulling her sister into a sitting position and grabbing clothes for her. Becca glared sleepily at the bright pajamas.
“A guy shot me when I caught him stealing stuff.”
She slipped off her uniform and reached for the clothes but they were harshly pulled away.
“You're still bleeding..!”
“Don't worry. It only grazed me. I'll be okay.”
Willow didn't listen and pulled out her emergency first aid kit. She bandaged up her sister and helped her to dress.
“You'll be okay.”
“Coulda told ya that myself.”
Willow lightly hit her sister with a pillow, earning her another whine. She giggled again before turning off the lights and cuddling up with her sister to go to sleep.
“I love you, Becca.”
“...love you too. Now hush so I can sleep.”
Willow giggled again before falling back into peaceful sleep. Becca leaned up on her elbow and kissed her tenderly on the forehead.
“I know I never say it anymore, but I love you, Willow. You're the best sister I could ever have wanted. I just want you to see me as the best, too.”
She sighed and hugged her sister closer before falling asleep, Willow in her tight embrace.
*Shrugs* Cheer, cry, be happy, sad, angry, dunno.
Too much drama, feelings feelings feelings, this is all gonna be fluff, so if you need the point of this article, skip to the bottom.
Love you guys, really do, but this drama is toooooo much.
So, me and my OC's are going on a... vacation.
You can still post on my wall, IM, inbox me, ect.
Just takin' a break from the club.
And if I'm a depressed emo faggot to you, not your fault. Stuff has happened, I should be fine in a bit.
Anyways,
Fly on~
-Raven, gone.
Name: Unknown.
Alias:: Cadaver.
Occupation: VILLIAN!
Powers: None! But has sword skills, marksmen and all that good junk.
Past: Cadaver is a clone of Fang......that is all. Created to set and destroy the Adams family...Mr. Clone doesn't take no for an answer and won't let anyone get in his way. Even if it means taking his own life.
Other: Easy to set off temper.
-Really isn't afraid of anything...
-Looks EXACTLY like Fang, acts different.
-Has a thing for Ciel..this should be fun.
THAT, is all :3
Raven and I made this little precious I call him my precious because he is my precious and yayyyyy... hehe...
Name: Barrette James Andreevich
Alias: Mad Emotion
Age: 15
Appearance: wavy red hair, yellow-green eyes, bronze wings, pale, tall and thin
Powers: flight, can feel other peoples emotions by touching their hands
Personality: Cocky, lovable, tenderhearted, a little crazy and is totally up for fun
Civvies: Leather jacket, blue tee-shirt, jeans, sneakers.
Hero 'stume: Black body armor with red highlights, black combat boots.
Bio: Fern and Nikita's son from the future. After the death of his mother shortly after his first month of life, he was kidnapped by the School. Once he escaped at age thirteen, he found his father again, and joined the hero industry. He came back in time to prevent the death of his mother.
RP? No RP? Merh don't care.
Name: Barrette James Andreevich
Alias: Mad Emotion
Age: 15
Appearance: wavy red hair, yellow-green eyes, bronze wings, pale, tall and thin
Powers: flight, can feel other peoples emotions by touching their hands
Personality: Cocky, lovable, tenderhearted, a little crazy and is totally up for fun
Civvies: Leather jacket, blue tee-shirt, jeans, sneakers.
Hero 'stume: Black body armor with red highlights, black combat boots.
Bio: Fern and Nikita's son from the future. After the death of his mother shortly after his first month of life, he was kidnapped by the School. Once he escaped at age thirteen, he found his father again, and joined the hero industry. He came back in time to prevent the death of his mother.
RP? No RP? Merh don't care.