((Idk how it happened..))
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I was awoken by the creeping of my door's hinges. Quickly, I sat up; looking for who had the nerve to intrude my sleep. And as my lonesome eye scanned my perimeters, the silver moonlight fluttered along the curtains and poured into the room.
Everything seemed normal, all things went undisturbed by the entity, nothing seemed to be roused. In turn, I stood and gradually-tiredly-made my way over to the door, closing it before resting my head on the door; dead bolting it shut. Breathing in an exasperated breath, I brought my head back and moseyed back to my bed. Which in reality wasn't mine, nothing in that bed belonged to me: The sheets, the pillows and their cases, the mattress, the silky comforter; me. It was all his, and I was too.
"I've marked you... therefore you belong to me"
My fingers instinctively went the two, identical, scars on my neck, as I lay on the mess of sheets beneath me. I brushed the tips over them again and again, remembering every aspect of that fateful night-Oh, how I regretted every cold moment of it. Damian had branded me, like an animal, marking me as his own. I was his property and, just like my dad if I ran, he'd come find me. So like a beat creature, too afraid to run: I stayed; resting my head on his pillows. I decided to escape the only way I knew how, and that was by dreaming.
My eye shut and I waited for the deep, enchanting blanket of sleep to take me. And just as it began its advances, the door opened again. I was agitated and settled with the thought that the door just needed a repair.
Wait.
My eye snapped open. Didn't I just lock the door. Before I could shift to confirm my thoughts, I felt a heavy weight push down on me. My legs were spread outside two, cold, fleshy objects. My wrists held down by harsh, chilling restraints. I turned my head, as it swam, trying to make out the obstacle atop me. Realizing the only two people in this house were me and.. him. I quickly narrowed it down to one person, which made a fury inside me spark. "Get off of me." I spat through clenched teeth, as I refused to meet his villainous face.
He leaned closer,"What?"
"Can you hear or has all those years roaming this earth, because Hell doesn't even want you, got to you?"
"You didn't answer my question..."
I growled-was he serious?! "Get. Off. Of. Me."
The vampire gave a soft groan,"The way your lips move when you say that, is so... arousing."
"Excuse m-" I decided it was best to stop talking, anything I did that enticed him was automatically outlawed from being presented upfront.
"Awe.. why'd you stop talking... I am so eager to hear what you have to say." I felt his lips threaten my neck, and I jerked my face to the left; ramming the side of my head into his.
My plan was to make sure he knew I was a force not not to be reckoned with. Abruptly, I shoved my fangs into his arm, expecting him to pull away. But the dracula only tightened his grip and loomed over me, giving a soft laugh. "That's the vigor I love. Never gonna give up are you?" He didn't wait for a response as his hands moved mine above my head and pinned both down with one consuming grip as his, newly, freed hand caressed my chin, keeping it still. "Now, tell me..." Damian's fangs etched across the two scars,"Is your virgin blood as sweet and enriching as last time?"
My blood hit the boiling point and I nearly screamed at his statement, what was this? These questions? His tone? I was not just a meat-sack like all those other girls, I'm sure he drained empty. I had to act fast and chose my words carefully,"I'm not a virgin.. sorry.. you'll have to go look for another soul to torment."
Great job at "careful" words.
He didn't flinch, not even twitch or blink, his steady gaze was lustful and locked directly on me,"Mmm.. Who was it?"
"Terror.."
"Wrong.."
"What!?"
"We both know you've been here for the past six months. And before that, when I found you, you were pure. That pig that has left you, didn't touch you in that whole time period. So tell me if he did have the wondrous honor of taking you, when was it?"
I didn't respond, my lips were a thin line and I gave him my best glare of defiance.
He ignored the look and smirked,"I am quite thirsty... and I can't drink my own blood so..." His fangs met the supple skin of my neck and took their place over the scars he gave me the first time. With a painstaking pace, he plunged the canines into my flesh; letting the sweet blood surge from my body into his mouth. His tongue greeted the pricks as if he couldn't take in the red liquid fast enough.
My vision blurred in and out. I tightened my hands around his to give the order that he was going to far; but Damian didn't stop. The feeling of the vital blood was draining, my body felt numb and I could hardly keep my eyes open. Finally, he pulled away, lingering to clean the new wound before whispering down my neck,"Your blood is intoxicating... the stuff I come by nowadays is so tainted.. not yours. Its addicting, like a drug.. I can't.." Just when I thought he'd finished and would just leave me be, he dove back in. Sucking on the flesh, begging it for more, and-though I tried-I couldn't suppress a small whine. My heart slowed and I faded into darkness, briefly, before forcing myself back into the hazed scenery.
"Da-Damian..." I croaked,"Stop.."
He ignored my plea so I pressed on,"Stop.. now.. I'm losing c-con-conscious-consciousness."
Hesitantly, he pulled away, moving his face back over mine. The dark-haired being released my wrists and placed a steady hand behind my neck, pulling me and my torso up a bit. I would've protested, but the numbness and lack of blood refused to let me do so. Damian, softly kissed my forehead before softly dropping my back onto the bed, crawling next to me, and pulling me close,"Goodnight, my little fledging, once the morning comes we can move onto your, oh-so-desired, vendetta." His voice was quiet and he nuzzled his head into my neck, as if the events that just occurred were some form of intimacy. Being comforted after such an ordeal, made me nauseous and I cringed at the thought of what awaited me when the sun rose.
I didn't want sleep to come, or the sun, or day. I wanted it to be night forever. But my body got the best of my will and, eventually, the dark clutches of slumber took me into its arms, erasing every panicked thought that drifted through my head.
~
((To be honest.. this was actually suppose to be something totally different.. but things happen when you listen to music... and then you're like.. WAHH! Also -.- YES, it seems like Blade is a helpless little punk. But realize... Damian is full vampire, she's only half.. There are are strength differences.. &&&&&& She knows she can't leave because he'll hunt her down... So please bear with me ;^; ))
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I was awoken by the creeping of my door's hinges. Quickly, I sat up; looking for who had the nerve to intrude my sleep. And as my lonesome eye scanned my perimeters, the silver moonlight fluttered along the curtains and poured into the room.
Everything seemed normal, all things went undisturbed by the entity, nothing seemed to be roused. In turn, I stood and gradually-tiredly-made my way over to the door, closing it before resting my head on the door; dead bolting it shut. Breathing in an exasperated breath, I brought my head back and moseyed back to my bed. Which in reality wasn't mine, nothing in that bed belonged to me: The sheets, the pillows and their cases, the mattress, the silky comforter; me. It was all his, and I was too.
"I've marked you... therefore you belong to me"
My fingers instinctively went the two, identical, scars on my neck, as I lay on the mess of sheets beneath me. I brushed the tips over them again and again, remembering every aspect of that fateful night-Oh, how I regretted every cold moment of it. Damian had branded me, like an animal, marking me as his own. I was his property and, just like my dad if I ran, he'd come find me. So like a beat creature, too afraid to run: I stayed; resting my head on his pillows. I decided to escape the only way I knew how, and that was by dreaming.
My eye shut and I waited for the deep, enchanting blanket of sleep to take me. And just as it began its advances, the door opened again. I was agitated and settled with the thought that the door just needed a repair.
Wait.
My eye snapped open. Didn't I just lock the door. Before I could shift to confirm my thoughts, I felt a heavy weight push down on me. My legs were spread outside two, cold, fleshy objects. My wrists held down by harsh, chilling restraints. I turned my head, as it swam, trying to make out the obstacle atop me. Realizing the only two people in this house were me and.. him. I quickly narrowed it down to one person, which made a fury inside me spark. "Get off of me." I spat through clenched teeth, as I refused to meet his villainous face.
He leaned closer,"What?"
"Can you hear or has all those years roaming this earth, because Hell doesn't even want you, got to you?"
"You didn't answer my question..."
I growled-was he serious?! "Get. Off. Of. Me."
The vampire gave a soft groan,"The way your lips move when you say that, is so... arousing."
"Excuse m-" I decided it was best to stop talking, anything I did that enticed him was automatically outlawed from being presented upfront.
"Awe.. why'd you stop talking... I am so eager to hear what you have to say." I felt his lips threaten my neck, and I jerked my face to the left; ramming the side of my head into his.
My plan was to make sure he knew I was a force not not to be reckoned with. Abruptly, I shoved my fangs into his arm, expecting him to pull away. But the dracula only tightened his grip and loomed over me, giving a soft laugh. "That's the vigor I love. Never gonna give up are you?" He didn't wait for a response as his hands moved mine above my head and pinned both down with one consuming grip as his, newly, freed hand caressed my chin, keeping it still. "Now, tell me..." Damian's fangs etched across the two scars,"Is your virgin blood as sweet and enriching as last time?"
My blood hit the boiling point and I nearly screamed at his statement, what was this? These questions? His tone? I was not just a meat-sack like all those other girls, I'm sure he drained empty. I had to act fast and chose my words carefully,"I'm not a virgin.. sorry.. you'll have to go look for another soul to torment."
Great job at "careful" words.
He didn't flinch, not even twitch or blink, his steady gaze was lustful and locked directly on me,"Mmm.. Who was it?"
"Terror.."
"Wrong.."
"What!?"
"We both know you've been here for the past six months. And before that, when I found you, you were pure. That pig that has left you, didn't touch you in that whole time period. So tell me if he did have the wondrous honor of taking you, when was it?"
I didn't respond, my lips were a thin line and I gave him my best glare of defiance.
He ignored the look and smirked,"I am quite thirsty... and I can't drink my own blood so..." His fangs met the supple skin of my neck and took their place over the scars he gave me the first time. With a painstaking pace, he plunged the canines into my flesh; letting the sweet blood surge from my body into his mouth. His tongue greeted the pricks as if he couldn't take in the red liquid fast enough.
My vision blurred in and out. I tightened my hands around his to give the order that he was going to far; but Damian didn't stop. The feeling of the vital blood was draining, my body felt numb and I could hardly keep my eyes open. Finally, he pulled away, lingering to clean the new wound before whispering down my neck,"Your blood is intoxicating... the stuff I come by nowadays is so tainted.. not yours. Its addicting, like a drug.. I can't.." Just when I thought he'd finished and would just leave me be, he dove back in. Sucking on the flesh, begging it for more, and-though I tried-I couldn't suppress a small whine. My heart slowed and I faded into darkness, briefly, before forcing myself back into the hazed scenery.
"Da-Damian..." I croaked,"Stop.."
He ignored my plea so I pressed on,"Stop.. now.. I'm losing c-con-conscious-consciousness."
Hesitantly, he pulled away, moving his face back over mine. The dark-haired being released my wrists and placed a steady hand behind my neck, pulling me and my torso up a bit. I would've protested, but the numbness and lack of blood refused to let me do so. Damian, softly kissed my forehead before softly dropping my back onto the bed, crawling next to me, and pulling me close,"Goodnight, my little fledging, once the morning comes we can move onto your, oh-so-desired, vendetta." His voice was quiet and he nuzzled his head into my neck, as if the events that just occurred were some form of intimacy. Being comforted after such an ordeal, made me nauseous and I cringed at the thought of what awaited me when the sun rose.
I didn't want sleep to come, or the sun, or day. I wanted it to be night forever. But my body got the best of my will and, eventually, the dark clutches of slumber took me into its arms, erasing every panicked thought that drifted through my head.
~
((To be honest.. this was actually suppose to be something totally different.. but things happen when you listen to music... and then you're like.. WAHH! Also -.- YES, it seems like Blade is a helpless little punk. But realize... Damian is full vampire, she's only half.. There are are strength differences.. &&&&&& She knows she can't leave because he'll hunt her down... So please bear with me ;^; ))
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Dark D'ia
The final sneak peek for the fifth book in the Red Revenge/ DC Comics crossover series.
“No.” Revenge breathed. He ran over to the two girl’s bodies, kneeling next to them. Police sirens screamed around the corner and slid to a halt in the road. Several dozen officers filed out and all pointed their guns at Red Revenge.
“FREEZE!”
Revenge didn’t move.
“HANDS UP! NOW!”
Revenge slowly raised his hands in surrender.
“MASK OFF!”
Revenge didn’t move.
“NOW!!!”
“You should’ve left that last part off.” Red Revenge said, still not moving. Then in one quick blur, he shot a dagger into the road and it exploded, spraying smoke everywhere. Revenge grabbed one of the girls and ran, police firing into the smoke.
Red Revenge V: What Matters
Now Publishing
“No.” Revenge breathed. He ran over to the two girl’s bodies, kneeling next to them. Police sirens screamed around the corner and slid to a halt in the road. Several dozen officers filed out and all pointed their guns at Red Revenge.
“FREEZE!”
Revenge didn’t move.
“HANDS UP! NOW!”
Revenge slowly raised his hands in surrender.
“MASK OFF!”
Revenge didn’t move.
“NOW!!!”
“You should’ve left that last part off.” Red Revenge said, still not moving. Then in one quick blur, he shot a dagger into the road and it exploded, spraying smoke everywhere. Revenge grabbed one of the girls and ran, police firing into the smoke.
Red Revenge V: What Matters
Now Publishing
Scott sat on the couch, scribbling on a piece of paper across from Danny
"Dude. You going to bed? It's like three o'clock in the morning." Danny got and walked to his room,
"Yeah. In a minute." Scott got up, setting the paper aside and flipped off the light. He sighed and walked into his room, pulling off his shirt. Scott fell face first on the bed, sprawled across and smothering his face in the pillows. He curled up under the covers and grabbed the black stuffed cat that was sitting on his night stand. He petted the animal and cuddled against it. "I miss you." He cuddled up against it, kissing its head. Scotty smiled, "It does really look just like you Cat." he pulled the stuffed animal closer and fell asleep.
It's short, BUT SO CUTE!!!
"Dude. You going to bed? It's like three o'clock in the morning." Danny got and walked to his room,
"Yeah. In a minute." Scott got up, setting the paper aside and flipped off the light. He sighed and walked into his room, pulling off his shirt. Scott fell face first on the bed, sprawled across and smothering his face in the pillows. He curled up under the covers and grabbed the black stuffed cat that was sitting on his night stand. He petted the animal and cuddled against it. "I miss you." He cuddled up against it, kissing its head. Scotty smiled, "It does really look just like you Cat." he pulled the stuffed animal closer and fell asleep.
It's short, BUT SO CUTE!!!
X3
Name: Fern Elizabeth Ameer.
Alias: Delirious.
Appearance: Pale. Blood red hair. Sapphire eyes. Scar that runs from her eyebrow to cheek. Golden Wings.
Civvies: Green hoodie, black t-shirt, jeans, and sneakers.
'Stume: Picture.
Powers: Flight(wings)*You didn't see that coming, did ya?*Wink**.
Skills: Hunting. Extremely advanced senses.
Past: Escapee from the School, took shelter at a circus. Hid her wings from others, started accidentally killing everyone. Fled to Germany, hiding her wings for a year, came back to USA.
Notes:
~Fear of heights, despite her birdy-nature.
~Can make her wings blend into her skin, but only for a short period of time, due to it getting extremely uncomfortable.
~Finds interest in rain.
I just had to! And if you request, I will delete her...
'Stume. Ignore the awkward blonde hair...
What her Wings look like.
EXTREME SPOILERS FOR DIVIDED WE FALL AHEAD!!!! IF YOU HAVE NOT READ THE PREVIOUS BOOK, DO NOT READ THIS PREVIEW!!!
Scene 2:
"You are a good man." Barbara said once more, firmly.
"Thanks, Babs." Sam said softly, looking into the red-head's blue eyes. Barbara returned the gaze. Sam leaned forward and brushed a strand of hair put of her face. "You are one of the best people I have eve met in my life." Sam said softly. "I'm glad we're friends Barbara."
The red-haired girl smiled and leaned forward, pressing her lips slightly to Sam's. Sam reached one hand into her fiery hair and pulled her closer, deepening the kiss before breaking off and standing up. "We tried this before. It didn't work out."
"Yeah..." Barbara said, looking to the side. "Sorry."
"Me too." Sam said, slipping on his mask and jumping from the window.
Barbara took a deep breath and about a full sixty seconds before returning to her computer.
Scene 2:
"You are a good man." Barbara said once more, firmly.
"Thanks, Babs." Sam said softly, looking into the red-head's blue eyes. Barbara returned the gaze. Sam leaned forward and brushed a strand of hair put of her face. "You are one of the best people I have eve met in my life." Sam said softly. "I'm glad we're friends Barbara."
The red-haired girl smiled and leaned forward, pressing her lips slightly to Sam's. Sam reached one hand into her fiery hair and pulled her closer, deepening the kiss before breaking off and standing up. "We tried this before. It didn't work out."
"Yeah..." Barbara said, looking to the side. "Sorry."
"Me too." Sam said, slipping on his mask and jumping from the window.
Barbara took a deep breath and about a full sixty seconds before returning to her computer.
