Dark's Random Story s---
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Here's where I'll be posting my stories. owo
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*zoned out coo*
idk what this is have it anyways
"Get out of the way, mutt."
"No."
"Brother..!"
The air was still, full of only the noise that the three were making. It was terribly cold outside, the temperature far below what it normally was. Whenever one of the men breathed out, their breaths were visible, on the verge of turning into ice before their eyes.
In front of a house was a tall male. His eyes, red as the blood in your veins, were full of rage. He looked like the average human, though his skin was pale as the snow on the ground. In front of him were two smaller males, those that looked like children. One was on the floor, snow in his hair and on his clothing. He was cowering behind the other, who was standing in front of him with a look of defiance.
"Pan. I told you to move. Do it," the older said.
"No..!" The one standing looked fearful, as if he knew what the adult was planning to do. The man rolled his eyes, a heavy sigh escaping his lips. He gently shoved the child aside, bending down and retrieving the boy in the snow.
"You, boy.. I want you gone. Go die out there or something. Pan doesn't need you," he hissed. "Peter.. What a stupid name.. Peter and Pan.. I don't know why I allowed her to name you.. You're just another idiot, a runt." He flung the small boy back into the snow, smiling when he heard a yelp.
"B-But, father.." Peter tried to speak, but Pan was picked up in a heartbeat. He reached for the ray of light as the door was slammed in his face. Shivering in the cold, Peter narrowed his eyes, glaring at the door. "One day.. I'll get Pan back. And when I do, you'll be dead, just like Mommy.. Dead in the stupid ground..!" -
Wip of something I've been meaning to finish for a month. I dunno how to start it, so here's the middle and a quick version of the end. xAx
"Hey, Dark. Remember all of those times you kissed me and everyone else against our will, back when we were all stuck together?" Malice broke into her conversation, his hands slowing down. The braid he had started was already threatening to undo itself. She blushed (and was grateful that he couldn't see it). Carefully, she said, "Yes, I remember. Why?" Are you hinting at something?
"I used to hate you for it. So much so that I'm positive I pissed Chain off whenever I complained about it." He released the braid. "I've never liked your signs of love, honestly. I always thought you'd be good with Darius, the way you two always dance together.." There was a pause as he laughed. "But I don't want Darius to have you."
"Are you t-trying to imply something, Malice?" Dark's voice sounded strained. Malice smiled. "Of course I am. I want you to be mine." She tensed up, clentching her fists. "O-oh.."
"Though.. You recall what I said earlier, right? When I said that you were pretty when you were crying?" Malice moved his right hand to her wrist. "I want to make you cry more." Before Dark could protest, he yanked her out of his lap and slammed her down onto the ground. A loud cry escaped her lips as her breath was knocked right out of her. Desperately, she cried, "M-Malice, what are you doing?"
"I'm making you cry. I thought I told you that.." His other hand moved to her neck. "Pay attention next time, why don't you? Well, if there is a next time for you." A smirk took over his face as he started to choke her. Satisfaction filled his hungry eyes as she started to cry, gasping for air. Yes, Dark was beautiful. So, so beautiful. But only when she was crying, or not being so annoying. "Wait," Malice muttered under his breath. "Not being annoying.."
Gears clicked in his head as she struggled beneath him. He couldn't keep her crying forever; Someone was bound to butt in, she'd get out of it. The only other time she wasn't annoying was when she wasn't talking. Or moving at all. Malice looked delighted with himself as he released her and stood to go into the kitchen.
Dark inhaled sharply, her breaths turning into rapid coughing. She knew that Malice hated her, but she had hoped for.. Something else. She wasn't sure whether disappointment was what she should be feeling, though. He had nearly killed her. Nothing was stopping him from killing her off completely. She had to get out of there. Shaking, she placed her hand on the floor and pushed herself up. Taking snail steps, she made her way to the door, trying to not fall.
Though, in the end, her attempts to get away were useless. In seconds, Malice had left the kitchen and crossed the room to her side. He wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her close. "Where were you planning on going, little cat?" She turned to look up at him. His smile scared her. When she looked down, there was a knife gleaming in his hand. Dark screamed, struggling against him. His grip got tighter. "Now, now. Don't be so cruel. I'm not hurting you yet." The young girl felt herself starting to cry. Weakly, she whispered, "Yet?" He held up the kinfe in the light, leaning in closer. Their faces reflected in it: Malice's bloodthristy eyes, his cruel smile. Dark's wide eyes, quivering lips. He laughed. "Yet. I plan to kill you, darling."
"Please, M-Malice.. Oh god no.. Please.." Tears streamed down her face. "Malice, I really like you..! I l-love you. You can't. Please.." Her eyes were focused on the knife in his hand. The demon tsked at her, burying his nose in her hair. "Mm.. Do you, now? That's good.. That's really good. See, I like you, too. But only when you cry. And see, I can't make you cry forever. I can't stop you from running away and getting me in trouble. That's why I'm going to keep you here. Forever. Dead. Don't feel bad, though. I couldn've done this out of hate and not love." Malice smiled, and for a moment she smelled the wine on his lips. She hated that smell.
For a moment, he stayed like that. A small blossom of hope tingled in her heart. Maybe, just maybe, he had a change of heart. He wouldn't kill her. But her thoughts were futile. He brought the knife up to her stomach, giving her a quick peck on the cheek. "I hate you. But, I love you. Heh.." Dark opened her mouth to say something, but he pluged the knife roughly into her stomach. She screamed loudly, blood trickling down her face. He pulled it out, laughing. He moved his arm up. "Goodbye, Dark. Don't expect me to allow anyone to bring you back."
The knife stabbed into her heart, blood sweeping from the wound onto her clothing. The redhead twitched in his arms, falling forward. Her limbs were limp, her hair falling into her face. She was dead. She was perfect. Malice hoisted Dark's body up, tossing it onto the couch. Her blood was all over him and the floor, and her body was still squirting out blood. He swiped his finger in it, licking it off.
As he pondered what to do with her body since it wouldn't do him good to stink up the place, the door was slammed open. Darius and Hymn ran in, their eyes wide. Malice smiled at them, sitting beside Dark. "You just missed her. Sorry. Though, it's okay. She loves me, and that's all that matters. We'll be together forever." He reached out to touch her hair. "Doesn't she just look so pretty?" -
badly written thing!!
Idk I was gonna write Levi x Z but this ended up happening.. it's not even big
Levian Ashton Carlotta had never been the one in the family to break. They all knew that he had been through enough as a child to be able to put up with what most couldn't. But this, this issue, he couldn't put up with it.
At first, he had thought he was going to die. When he was first lead down to that basement, he figured he was good as dead. The men that were there were his sons' killers. He had acted brave, of course, and tried to get a way out. That had failed; The man there knew of his abilities. And he could have hurt Levian so much worse than what he did. Now, he avoided candles as much as possible, fearing that the wax would touch his skin again. The skin that it had touched was still raw, but that wasn't the issue. No, it wasn't whoever that one guy was. It was the man that he had been handed over to.
When he first saw him, he thought he was going to be the most vicious of them all. But he had been the one to wipe the wax off of his chest, he had been the one to set him free. Even if Levian disliked being called 'bird', he didn't seem to be mean. That upset him to no end. -
Midnight Wonders
Part: 1 of Many
Con x Emily (Tenny)
Rating: Tween
Type: Fluff, Slightly deep, Deep, Intense
Note: A rewrite of this story;
"Con? Cooooon~?"
The girl's sweet voice echoed through the room, her eyes wide as she stepped into it. She couldn't see very well because of how dim the lighting was. However, she was able to pick out a slim figure sitting on a chair behind a desk, and as she started to focus, she could pick out fluffy blonde hair and bright golden eyes seeming to light up the space around him.
Upon hearing Emily's voice, Con looked up, a smile on his face. The vampire hadn't seen her in ages; they couldn't do much, with him doing all of his work. He opened his mouth as if to speak, but he stopped himself short and squinted his eyes. At first, Emily wondered if he was looking at her; Was something wrong? She hadn't eating garlic or anything of the sort, she didn't want to offend her boyfriend..
After a few seconds, she realized that his eyes weren't on her but on something behind her. Before she could ask him what it was, a cool hand touched her arm. Emily squealed, turning around. Another male was standing behind her, far taller than she was. He had dark brown hair that looked as if it were black; It was as fluffy as Con's, though it was in a different style. His eyes were glowing, but they were more of an orange-red tone, the sign that he had just fed.
"Seltar, you're so mean," She muttered under her breath. Seltar flashed her a grin, revealing his sharp teeth. "D'aww, how offensive. All I did was walk up behind you," he hissed under his breath, the smile turning into a smirk. "Though, my brother looks like he thought I was going to bite into you or something."
Con glared at Seltar, moving to Emily's side in seconds. He pulled her protectively into his chest, placing his chin on her head. "With you, I never know. You're not afraid to harm anyone, our kind or not."
"Boo hoo.. What a baby you are. And yet you always wonder why you're younger."
"Correction, I was younger. But you turned, and became your own sort of baby.. If anything, you're younger."
"Human standards don't count. I'm older in both vampire and human years, you blonde punk."
"Shut up."
"Make me."
Emily giggled at the two bothers, amused at all of the arguing they did. It was true, Con could be a baby, but he was a very smart and loving one. She snuggled into his chest, sticking her tongue out at Seltar. He snorted at her, going over to Con's desk. -
bringing this back up bc I'm going to write for the first time in forever
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The sound of bare feet touching cool, stone ground is close to silence. It is as soft as a mouse as it scuttles to safety from a cat, or the sound of a single pin dropping from a woman's grasp onto a wooden flooring. With the wind howling that night, and everyone tucked away in their beds, the noise was reduced to nothing. Not even the shaky breaths that were being taken as the figure made their way cautiously towards the house at the end of the block could be heard. Not one person would be alerted by their presence that night. Not until their deed had been done and a single scream had pierced through the night would one person be alerted. Even then, it would be some time before more were alerted, and even still the figure would be gone, masked by their glorified silence and the winds of the early autumn.
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