Why am I doing this?
Well... quiet simply... because I'm bored and in the mood to do a ton of first person writing... so here are each one of my main characters, in first person....



Akira (those who have been following my posts should know him pretty well by now)

I remember watching them.... wondering what it was in me they saw..... I was just a naked pile of flesh and bones in a tube of red water... why are they watching me like that?
Specially that one... the one with blue eyes that have a hint of red deep in them.... His skin is pale, sickly pale... like my own.... and his hair is white... not blond... but white... absolutely white.... I want him.... I can feel him, even from in here... his eyes examining my body... He wants me too.... I wonder what he wants, until I realize I want it to...
I want.... I want to watch him scream.... more than any of the others watching me.... I want to watch him scream.... because he looks hard to make bleed.... I'll do it.... I'll manage....
I was wrong....
I've never been so wrong about a person.... He was different.... He didn't fear me.... and his voice was so strong.... and he hit me so hard.... I'd beg....
"More... please.... hit me again.... Cain...." and he'd listen to my whimpers, which would infuriate him... I always infuriated him, but he would hit me again... harder.... and I would taste the blood in my mouth and grin.... I was bleeding again..... I was bleeding again.....
I was bleeding again....
Then I met her.... and she was even more powerful.... She was different than Cain.... she was gentle.... but she had power in her words.... I could feel them.... very few people have power like that.... a power so strong that I can taste it when they speak... and she isn't even trying....
Her... I'll have her.... and I'll take her as my own.... and she'll scream.....
And she'll taste so good.... mmm.... that Chey....
She has no idea what she is..... but Cain will get her to open up... she'll learn....
She'll die... but she'll learn....
It's why he gave her Pegasus.... after all....







Cain (actually... he's the true evil guy in all this, so yes, he's worse than Akira. I also can't do his 1st person because he doesn't really.... think... ever.... he's too busy plotting and using everyone and pretending.... so I'll do a better 3rd person later.)

I don't beg. I refuse to cry, and I feel absolutely nothing.
My mother banned me from heaven and my father expelled me from hell, I'm a monster born of every evil out there; the evil that is true, and the evil that pretends. I gave birth to all of them, and they will all do as I say.... or I'll destroy them... doesn't make a difference to me, they all mean nothing to me if they fail.... even he falls to my knees and begs... he doesn't know it yet... but I love to hear him beg... and one day.... she and I will create a new world together....
...even if I have to destroy her heart to do so...
Forgive me Chey.... but he's been lying this entire time.... that's what I'll tell you in the end anyway....
Do you know who your father is?
Do you know what daddy did?
I'll give you a hint... he's worse than me, and he's the one who did this to you.






Kuro (Cain's first pet, Chey's first love, Akira's first victim; he's only a major character through the beginning, but he later becomes 'possessed' by Alexandros which is when things really get interesting; this 1st person short is of the both of them sharing a mind. Alexandros is in italics)

I'm the only one who will ever love her..... She knows it... I know it....
She hates you.
That's shit and you know it.... she needs me....
You aren't him.
Shut up.... she needs me, and we'll be together, and I will never let anyone touch her.
She doesn't want you. I'd mock you more, but you know, deep down in your heart it's true.
...then I'll kill him....
You'll kill Him? I don't think you're capable of doing that.
....then I'll kill her... and she'll finally see him for what he really is.... and I'll get the final taste of her lips before her body burns with her worthless and empty soul....








Chey (yeah....even though we share the same name I swear I don't try and base her off myself >.> >.> >.>... I don't.... >.>... dammit)

I can't get him out of my head.... his voice still haunts me... that beautiful voice.... it wasn't human... it was far too good to be human.... and the more I think the more I hurt.... everything hurts.... everything burns.... I want to scream... but I know not a sound will come out, because the screaming never escapes my throat.... He won't let me scream... and every time he sees that pain in my face... that pain that just begs to slash my throat open... he'll lightly take my hand, and whisper my name... his voice isn't human...
...Kaito... do you have any idea how much you sound like him?
....do you have any idea how much you look like him?
....You taste like him.... you feel like him..... but I don't want you because you are 'like' him.... I want you... because you're him.... I know it.... I know it... because you told me....

I believe I'm losing myself.... everything that made me what I thought I was.... my flesh burns.... these markings have darkened.... the entire school knows now.... I can't hid them anymore... they look at me funny now... as if they know exactly what it is I don't have a clue on... they whisper behind my back.... but the more I scratch and tear... the more apparent they are...
My throat burns.... and my tongue is raw.... I know what I want... but I refuse to go after it.... Akira, he won't let me go after it....
He can't stop me... I won't let him.... I'll kill him first....
He knows I can too... I've seen it in his face when my entire world is black... I can hear him breathing... and he wants it... he wants me to kill him.... he wants to scream.... he wants to taste me bleed....

I don't know what I am anymore.... I don't know who I've become.... but that's okay.... because I'll always have you.... my Pegasus....






Kaito (So, now the second most major character of the story next to Chey. Kaito is, ~SPOILER~, actually Pegasus' human form; but he has a lot more secrets than just that. I for some reason had the most fun writing this simply because it shows how truly vulnerable he is in his current situation)

I can't tell you a thing.... I want to.... I want you to hear everything.... but I can't speak a word....
I want to hold you, and protect you, and hide you from everything.... but I can't speak a word.... and only because you have a job to do... and I am just here to make sure you survive long enough to get it done....
I don't want you to do it.... please Chey.... please.... please.... please don't do it.... they'll kill you....
Every time I think it I scream..... I have to scream... it hurts too much....
Forgive me... please forgive me and run....
I'd much rather die then let you give yourself for a world that doesn't deserve it...
Don't chose me.... don't chose.... never come to the crossroads.... but I can't stay away from you.....
Not because I don't have a choice... but because I need you....
I need you Chey.... but you'll never know... because I can't tell you.... because I can't let you know... because then you'll ask....
You'll always ask.....
Why.... Why....
because Chey.... I have to be the one.... I have no choice, forgive me.... please, please, forgive me.... or God... please God let me free....
...I have to be the one to kill you....





Free Hit Counters

What is it that humans truly fear? Lots of supposedly brilliant people have said that the only true fear is fear itself.... I smirk at that.... they've never met me.... they've never even tasted true fear. Hell, they've never even come close.... hell itself couldn't defeat me in the fear produced in those forced to witness it, hell kills far too quickly...
I like to let them simmer and scream... breathe slowly, or else you'll feel your lungs bleed far too soon.... draw it out, I like you face... twisted like that....
I want to kiss those lips... only to feel your bottom lip between my teeth... your flesh is soft, it's no different then biting through bread, only the taste is orgasmic.... that copper sweet flavor of your blood, along with the natural sweetness of the fat from your skin.... mmmm.... I have to be careful to hold myself back, I'm not done with you yet, and you're crying now... God yes....
The more you cry and whimper like that the more I want to taste you.... you're so good.... clinging to me like the worthless puppet you are... nothing more than another toy for me to torture and use as so.... and the more you feel the better you taste. The more you hurt... the better I feel.
I may release your head at this point, pulling at your bloody hair to expose your neck.... Your neck is already covered.... and I kiss it.... I have to kiss it, taste you all over... your heart is racing, I can feel it against my lips... but your body is going cold....
You're worthless to me.... I have to tear one final time into your human flesh, crushing your windpipe between my teeth; the blood is warm here, only slightly coagulated, and it goes down my throat like thick hot chocolate... but it tastes nothing like chocolate... only insanity tastes like chocolate....
But you're weak... and already your body is limp against me.... the screaming didn't last nearly long enough.... you barely keep me amused.... but that's okay, I expect nothing more from a human....
I let your body drop, doing nothing to clean the blood from my face and lips; I have no desire to, you're still sweet after all.... I watch you fall, your body hitting the cold ground hard and limp.... you look so fragile and dead... it sickens me....
You're nothing like her... that woman I crave so deeply... but she isn't human...
I sigh and take a slight step forward.... I want to hear you scream more, but you can't now.... I can only pleasure myself to the sound that comes next...
The night is silent, the air is cold but it doesn't effect my body at all... I'm already cold.
I can feel your head under my shoe now.... you can't scream, you can't fight... but the sound that comes next is just as delicious, and I rarely hear it... not enough... it can only come once... and only if I can control myself.... you would think this only would convince me to control myself better... but why would I do that... screams arouse me so much more....
I step hard and fast, the sound of your skull crushing pushing a moan from my lips as I dig my finger tips into the palms of my hands.
Not nearly as good as screaming... but close enough to hold me over for tonight....
You feel soft and squishy under my foot... and I have a final last perverse thought....
I wonder if you have any idea what you look like now...
I wonder if you love it as much as I....




Free Hit Counters

She can feel him lying right next to her in the bed, his flesh is pressed against her but only she lies naked. She breathes softly, unable to slow her heart rate... but she isn't really sure why. She feels him shift just slightly, and she forces her eyes closed... his hand gently tracing up her spine. His flesh is cold, and sends chills through her body she tries desperately to hold back. She wants to cling to him and push him away all at the same time.... but only because he smells so good, and she knows all the stories....

You know what they say about that one, don't you?
Of course she knows... how wouldn't she? It's a fact the entire school knows about....

She has to ask, she can't hold it back any longer... and his hand is now moving closer and closer to her breast...
"Is it true?"
He freezes... he knows the question, and he knows the answer.... and he knows she won't like it....because he knows the only reason she's asking is because she believes...

She can feel his breathing now, soft and warm against her neck... but it isn't human.... He wasn't human, and she could feel it in every inch of his body.... and now he took in her scent, and half unwillingly she moved her neck to allow him; exposing her collar bone, naked pure and un-scared to him.
She felt him inhale deeply, another wave of chills assaulting her naked body. He was taking in her neck... her virgin neck.... and he was beyond intrigued, almost obsessed.... He slowly removed his hand from beneath her breast and moved his index finger to trail softly across her neck, tiling her head slightly more as he moved across her collar bone and eventually up to her chin.

"What would you say... if I told you every bit of it was true...?"
His voice was deep and strong, yet cold and emotionless... he spoke like the monster he was, and she wanted more.... and he could feel it, and this made him grin.... she wanted him... she shivered her, naked, for him... and he could feel her heart beating ecstatically in her chest.... but he wasn't here for her female body... he was here from what kept all human beings alive, the weak and worthless creatures they were....

She froze for a moment, listening to his voice reverberate in her mind; slipping it across the corners of her tongue, it was sweet... like chocolate.... but bitter and cold... like coffee... unsweetened black coffee and blood...
She froze for a moment, wanting to push away from this creature who held her close... at that one thought that ran through her mind 'blood'.... Blood is bitter and tastes like copper... but it has a shade of red only accessible by tearing your fingers through the soft and warm flesh on your neck...
She gagged involuntary, her body tensing as she went to tear away from him... but his grip only intensified on her naked body, and she let out a soft whimper that had been a scream that lodged itself into her throat... that same part of her throat that pulsed with her heart beat, counting away the last seconds of her reality.... that part of her neck that would lead to the slowest blood loss, because you'd only drown slower... and you'd more than likely bleed to death before suffocating... that's why it created the best shade of red.... because it bled out and mixed with saliva, then it would trickle down her pale flesh and become a soft shade of dark pink before drying... of course he wouldn't let it dry until it was collected with chunks of flesh in the carpet....

She wanted to scream, the thoughts rapping her mind.
She felt dirty, but they kept coming; his hand now freezing and pressed hard against the soft spot of her neck, holding her there against him.
"What... are you... doing?"
She meant to scream out the words, but they came out as poor attempts of a scream. She sounded weak and horrified, and she could feel his own arousal at the sounds of her torture....

"Shh.... you were picked Mai..."
He moved slowly to position himself half above her, his hand still pressed to her neck while the other held him up on the bed.
"You see..."
He spoke, staring into her eyes... his own slowly becoming a deep shade of red.... Her dark brown eyes screamed at him, and her lips trembled as if she were about to cry...
"This school created me.... and they know exactly what they did...."
He moved closer, and she recoiled desperately trying to escape; but now her body was under him and she could do nothing but try desperately to scream, but nothing was coming out... the pressure of his freezing hand was far too much, it froze her blood....
He moved closer still, his breath hot against her lips now; it almost burned... like fire against already blistered skin... she blamed the contrast between his warm breath and his now freezing hand....but what did it matter....

His lips were rough.... they felt wrong... not gentle at all... not a kiss in the slightest bit....

Silence... her mind was silent.... his lips... they were tasting her in a way, and she began to relax... maybe she was just over thinking.... maybe this was all just in her head....

She wanted to kiss back.....
She did want him....
He wasn't just cute.... he was mysterious and.....


Her mind screamed, and she half expected the world to just go black from the pain she felt erupt through her body. Her entire body convulsed, and he broke his lips from her, giving her only a moment to see the soft red dripping from the corners of his soft pink flesh before the pain hit again.
She threw her head back, tears in her eyes, and she heard screaming.... she couldn't feel herself screaming, her throat was too raw and her body was in far too much pain.... exploding pain.... as if her very blood vessels were just ripping apart under her flesh.... they were.... but she wouldn't be alive to understand it....

His hand moved again, locking onto her mouth like an iron fist... She had only been screaming for a second, but already it felt as if a lifetime had passed. She continued to scream into his hand until her throat filled up; and she coughed, trying desperately to breathe.... it was so heavy... and it still hurt.... God it hurt....

He watched her, the scent of the blood clouding his mind and only intensifying this pleasure.... God her body was beautiful... and now it lie naked in front of him, contorted in pain. He kept his hand tight over her mouth, and he could feel the warm life fluid that threatened to explode from inside her throat, he could see it building up in her throat, and he watched her cough as it finally found a way to escape.... it began to drip from her nose... and finally... from the corners of her eyes...
He grinned, a deep and menacing grin, and he leaned forward to gently lick the blood from her right eye.... she didn't notice... her eyesight was black now, the blood far too thick to send anymore signals to the brain... and yet she tried desperately to scream and breathe....

He watched her, twisted and tortured.... and finally her flesh began to blister.... and he slowly removed his hand from her mouth in order to sit up and watch her, making sure to keep his concentration... right now would be a horrible moment for him to give up... she's still alive....
She held her mouth open, and the blood simply spilled over her lips and her tongue, the scream now nothing more than the bubbling sound of her trying to get air, desperately trying to get air....
He tightened his mental grip on her, and her head fell back as the skin from her neck blistered and popped... the blood slowly trickling down her pale flesh, he tore it slowly deeper... finally relieving her throat of all the internal blood by ripping a hole straight through her neck...

He moved slowly forward to lick just under her chin.... and the door to the dorm room opened.... and the scent from the new body assaulted him even harder than the scent of blood; this new person's scent far stronger and more important to him than any amount of human flesh would be.... he knew the scent... because she wasn't human... she was even more of a monster than him.... and he loved her.... her power... her strength....

She stood there, glaring at him.... she understood his lust, she had it too... but the torture was beyond inhuman... and he knew she hated that part of this ritual....
He knew he could never have her... after all... She was half goddess in every reality of the word.....

"GET OUT!"
His voice erupted with an anger he didn't realize he had, but he felt her touch in the very back of his brain, and he was never in the mood for her prying thoughts. He also didn't think this eruption of anger through... and the human girl, who was now all but dead, in front of him exploded....

He felt the blood spatter against every exposed part of his flesh, and turned to glare at the woman who now stood in the doorway... she wasn't horrified... she was furious....
He turned and glared at her, the pressure in the room more than enough to rip apart any other being who walked in... but she.... she was different... something was wrong... and even in the darkness he could see the dark black lines on her naked body.... and the red glare in her dark eyes....

"Chey...?"
His voice skipped, and he completely forgot about the invasion.... this was wrong... something was wrong.....
Her eyes shifted quickly.... and that was all it took, he felt the thin razor blade tear across his left cheek.... and he gently touched it right his right hand.... feeling his own thick blood build up over the flesh....

He used to watch me in my dreams. At night I could see him, touch him, speak with him and he was there every night. Throughout the day I could feel him watching me, and I never once feared anything. I couldn't be harmed when he was with him, it couldn't happen. My Pegasus would never allow it to happen.

He kept my father from killing me, my Pegasus. He gave me the strength to get away, to run and never turn around. I was never scared, because I knew... always... My Pegasus would be there, watching me; and one day, when I was old enough, he'd come and save me from myself as well. My Pegasus would be there... always... no matter what.... after all, he was mine... He was my Pegasus.

I was insane... the dreams stopped, but never the memories. I was losing my mind... the feeling of being watched faded, and the feeling of being needed grew stronger... Someone out there needed me, and they knew I needed them just as badly if not mad. They had to save me from myself, because I couldn't do. I had spent far too many years trying to forget myself, trying to change myself, and trying to fix everything else first. As long you smile, I won't bleed.

I feel lost. I'll tell no one.
I feel abandoned. I'll tell not a soul.
I know he's out, but no one will ever know. No one can ever know it, because then they too would see just how insane I was.... how insane I am...
Yet...
Somehow....
I still see him... even after the dreams faded... and sometimes... in the dark of the night I can feel him... he's there... waiting for me.... He just doesn't understand that I've needed him forever, ever since he disappeared... My Pegasus.

...and in the depth of night... when my dreams are silent and my mind races with voices that are no longer mine... I hate him.... I hate him for ever leaving me, but I know he knows... he'll only save me when I have no where else to go.... or when he knows I'm ready....

I wish he knew already... or I wish I was ready in his eyes by now.... those almost solid black eyes that remain with him even when he's able to hold me... but that's okay... and it's okay if I have to wait longer... I'll always wait...

...I'll always wait for my Pegasus.... even if insanity kills me.... I'll always wait....

I'm going to go ahead and title this one Random Akira because I don't want it to be included in my many Akira-related posts. This is just a random thing I wrote when I was still trying to develop his character, so it's about two years old now. Enjoy.
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Run…Run…Run…RUN!

It was the only thought running through his head, he could feel the blood pulsing through his body, he could feel the water consuming his lungs as he took his first breath, he could see his world for the first time; the air was heavy and red and the creatures beyond looked distorted and were staring at him with huge dark eyes. They were talking to each other, nodding to each other and shacking each other’s hands and patting each other’s backs. He was chocking. The air around him, the thick red air tasted bitter and he coughed out, watching as large bubbles pushed their way from his mouth and moved above him.

He took a deep breath in, and his throat burned, his lungs screamed, and his entire body tensed and he screamed a silent scream. This was not air, this was suffocating; those creatures, he eyes locked on them, those creatures were killing him and they were praising each other. They froze and turned to him, he pushed his hands against something hard and cool in front of him; feeling the glass with an intense desire to run.

Their faces changed, and they no longer laughed and congratulated each other, they began to panic; the distorted room became a buzz in life as machines panicked. His heart raced, the machines followed, he was chocking, he was suffocating, he was dying, and the machines knew it. He screamed silently to himself, and this time he watched strange racing marks appear in the cool surface before him. He grinned softly, tasting the bitter thick air as it slipped down his throat; and he pushed, mentally as well as physically, his grin widening as the barrier around him shattered and the thick air spilled out from him.

He collapsed to his knees as the water burst away from the broken tank, the glass shattering and spreading out against the cool marble ground. The five men and three women who had been watching him, and present from his conception to his birth, now clung to each other in horror at the escaped creature. He could feel their eyes upon his naked body; he could feel the slick sticky liquid as it dripped down his flesh. He pushed his hands flat against the bottom of the tank, his arms weak and shaky. He shivered and his entire body convulsed as he hung his head and coughed, gagging as he cleared his lungs of the sticky liquid and filled them with this new fresh air.

He blinked a couple of times, his red clouded vision slowly clearing until there was no longer the painful red haze over everything.

Feel it, taste it, and finally desire it. You cannot have what you do not desire because then you yourself would have no desire to chase it, and everything worth anything is more than worth chasing after. Everything worth having is worth that fight; however nothing out there is worth death. Not even life itself is worth death. Love is the greatest power in our world; however it could also be the most destructive.
After all, America was created thanks to the love of Americans to be free; however Rome fell thanks to romance. It only takes one day, however it can also take only a second and one false word.

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I think this was my stance on love on this day o.o I can't remember writing it XD
I can't exactly tell if I'm against it or for it o.o hmmm... oh well, enjoy XD

When one window closes, a door opens; yet when you are blindly trying to reopen the window you often miss the door.
When you scream in the darkness, what do you expect to respond to you? The darkness; or the creature of the dark?
When this relationship ended, was it the official ending or just the official beginning?
What does darkness taste like?
What does desire taste like?
I’m guessing it’d be something like blood, only more bitter. I’m also guessing it'd be something like the way I image your lips to taste, sweet and deadly. An instant addiction, only I’d crave it far more.
Would you regret it if you didn’t taste it at least once?
I would and that’s how I got here.

I’ve put a face to the creature in the darkness; I’ve given him a name. He stands taller than me, but only enough to where I know I can nuzzle comfortably into his chest, I know this because it’s the only place I feel safe anymore. Now he has me wrapped around his finger, and I refuse to fight it. Why would I fight something that feels so good?
It is my fault in the first place; I was the one who took his threat as a joke. I was the one who despised men from the beginning, the one who swore no one man would ever be able to hold me down. Then he taunted me, after I found him in the one place I knew I should never be.
“Have you ever tasted the darkness?”
His voice was the first thing to hook me, and I ignored it blindly; pushed it from my mind and hissed silently back at the man in front of me. The good looking older man who stared blankly at me without a hint of emotion in his cold eyes, yet all the while I knew he was smiling right back at me.
“I didn’t know you could.”

I didn’t realize it then, but my voice caught him just as quickly as his caught me. We were both wrapped around each other’s words, our lips commanding the other’s world without hesitation. My greenish blue eyes sparked life in him he hadn’t felt in ages, and he feared it far more than I would ever fear the darkness.
I also didn’t realize just how far from the creature of the darkness he actual was. He was simply forbidden to me, and I to him; and this made him the darkness of my dreams, the creature I would break laws for, the creature who would bend reality for me if it so seemed right. Everyone saw it but us; everyone saw it but us until they gave it a name one day on my last day of school.
The Darkness, it was perfect because in all reality the dark wasn’t evil and only the things in it were truly scary, but those things could be nothing more than butterflies that you fear for no reason. You fear the darkness because you are too scared to flip on a light. Therefore all things in life you are too scared to get close to, to desire, because the creatures in the darkness; and he was the greatest creature in the dark in my life. The one thing I truly desired, and the one thing I truly refused to get close to. He was my creature in the dark, he was my Darkness.
He also knew we called him this, he wasn’t ignorant of the way I watched him the few times I did see him. I wasn’t ignorant of the way other people swore he watched me, I was simply ignorant of the fact.

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Once again another random post, I think there was something deeper than just me being bored in this one but I'm not sure. I have the file titled as 'Thoughts of the Day' and the date was 11-13-2008... which was right after I found out Preston cheated on me (I think this was the second time... might have been the third, I lost count) but I think it was after I was furious and right when I started feeling loved once again by him (he sweet talked me, of course).

Re-reading it I don't think it was about Preston, but I can't imagine who else it'd be about; maybe it was about him. I think it's about the fact that I desired his love no matter how fake it was, I just wanted that feeling of being wanted by something no matter how horrid it really was. I still have that problem on some days, specially when he finds a way to dig his voice into my head once again.
Oh well.

What if the bad guys were really the good guys? What if everything you thought you knew about fairy tales were wrong? Would you go on believing them, or would you join me? Would you fear tasting the unknown, or would you jump right in and hold him close? What if he wasn’t yours to have, and the only person you wanted you wouldn’t dare touch? Would you ignore the darkness and step into the room, or would you close the door and pretend you never saw? What if the heroes wanted you dead?

I was born to two of the greatest heroes this world has ever seen. They rule this world with a fist of iron, and a heart of coal; yet we all bow blindly because they are better than anyone else. You all bow because you don’t know the truth; it’s a truth not even I knew once upon a time. They are, after all, so perfect behind their pale faces and red lips.

I was perfectly satisfied in this life with them; after all I saw no reason for the people to hate them. They were kind enough and they were wise enough. That was all until I met him one night after an argument with my mother, who wished for me to marry a politician’s son; Alexander.

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Yet again another random romantic thing I wrote... I think I was starting to go somewhere but I have up and haven't seen it since.

As so he watched me, as I watched him; both of us in our respective places in this twisted dance. He wasn’t to keep his eyes on me, and he was careful only to glance my way when we both knew no one else was watching. I didn’t care who saw me stare, everyone already knew his name alone made me shiver. They all used it to their advantage, for if nothing else that made me more than willing to spend months here, even if we only got to glance towards each other once.

Dance with me, even if only for a brief moment of our already too short lives. Whisper to me, even if only a single word; let it be my name, let it roll naturally off your lips. I’d bet you anything it’d be the greatest sound I’ve ever heard, even better than the voice of the Pegasus in my dreams. I’d also bet you anything that you would sound exactly like him, only real; adding the feeling of your warm breath against my neck. I’d bet you anything.

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Something I randomly wrote one day. Can't exactly remember what was running through my head at the moment, but yeah XD

Welcome to Nightmare

He watched her as she moved slowly across the stage, her black gown flowing loosely against her body with every step. Upon her face was the perfect irrepressible grin, her eyes ablaze in glee. Her mid-back length dark brown hair was tied back, the square graduation hat tilted ever so slightly on the top of her head; most likely a result from her constant nodding at the four people who wouldn’t stay still in the crowd. His eyes followed her every move, trying his best to ignore the waving Kuro and Eric who was on the verge of jumping up and down. On the other side of Eric was the new girl, Kaori; while she had only shown up bare weeks ago she had become inseparable from Flick already.

She was a beautiful young woman by any standards; five foot four, slim, with tanned skin and shoulder length silky midnight black hair, and the darkest brown eyes any of them had ever seen before. Her smile was bright and happy, her eyes the softest kindest things Eric had ever seen next to Flick’s; yet there was something about her that put the entire group on edge, excluding Flick of course; she would fall in love with a deadly rabid lion if no one was there to stop her, and even then she’d still fight against them. So far, however, Kaori had done nothing that caused danger to any of them, so they were all fine for now.

Cross watched her from the corner of his eyes for a moment, till she waved at Flick as she walked to the dean standing in the middle of the stage to take her certificate and shake hands. His eyes locked back on her this moment, and stayed on her until she left the stage and went back to her seat. More names were called, a speech was given, and then the hats were thrown; Flick nearly falling as she ran back to her family. Yes, they were her family now; no other way to put it.

With her arms locked around Eric, who was giggling with her, she took in her congratulations and they made their way home. Cross and Kuro couldn’t help exchanging glances with each other and glaring silently at Eric, who held Flick close; they were still attached to the hip, with Kaori and Flick clinging to each other as well, and neither of them liked it.


“I can’t believe I’ve finally gotten my degree.” Flick’s voice rang in pride as she stared at the paper in awe. She was the first, and possibly the only one in the group to finish college and now she had a degree in pre-law under her belt and would be starting law school next fall. No dared speak of it, but everyone knew what was coming next.

She lay on the couch; her newly framed degree clung to her chest. Eric sat at her feet, next to Kaori who sat in the loveseat by herself. Cross sat at the breakfast bar, his chair turned around so he could face into the living room with them, and Kuro was cooking silently in the kitchen.

“You’ll be in New York.” His voice was dark, the accent still lacing his every word; an accent only Flick could truly pick up anymore. He sighed deeply, stretching slightly before looking directly towards Flick, who was doing her best to avoid his dark eyes.

She felt the others staring at her, and now Kuro had entered the room and was leaning against the wall watching her as well. They had to talk this through now so that they were ready when the time came in three months for her to move. Currently their three bed room apartment in Texas was becoming too crowded anyway, with Eric and Kuro sharing a room, Cross in his own room, and Flick and Kaori sharing a room. Flick had a two bed room apartment picked out in New York just five miles from her school, and now they had to figure out who was going where with who. A conversation they had all been avoiding like the plague, especially with this new Kaori girl in their lives… something that none of them were able to wrap their minds around even now…


She had simply appeared one day, born from nothing and yet everything. She had clung to Flick the moment they first met, claiming she had been raised next door to her when they were simply children; she had known Flick’s older brother, and that was all Flick needed to know. When asked of her history, she simply told them her parents had just died and she was 26; four years older than Flick, three years older than Eric, the same age as Kuro, and two years younger than Cross. Then she simply smiled happily at them, ignoring completely the fact she had simply shown up naked in the living room that morning, apparently Flick didn’t notice either.

She smiled at Flick, the mirror she had been told, then Cross, the hunter she had been told, then at Eric, Flick’s human pet, then finally at Kuro, whom she lingered on, the target. Kuro stared back at her a moment, trying desperately to reach her thoughts, to touch her mental bubble…but there was nothing. She simply smiled at him, and was led off by Flick.


“He will be yours soon enough,” she could recall his voice only in her dreams, that warm velvet voice that seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere at once. She could never put a face to it, and yet at the same time knew she could pick him out of a crowd in a heartbeat, if not faster. She would cling to that voice which told her what to remember, what to believe, what to think; and then she would wake and be utterly and completely alone, with only one thing she knew for sure; she was to win.


They sat silently in the living room, the shadows in the room growing longer and longer until soon the shadows devoured all. The only noticeable sound was the soft breathing and rhythmic heart beats, sound and hypnotic in the silent darkness. Finally, one of them spoke up; his voice deep and perfect, sending chills through Flick unlike ever before, possibly because of her strange connection with this creature which had been severed thanks to her childhood friend.

“I’m leaving.”

They were two simply words that made Flick’s heart stop, although she had heard them many times before; they were his favorite words lately, slipping from his soft lips like acid, and yet it burned into her flesh far deeper now, since the end was only two weeks away.

Their future had been decided over a single Chinese meal, Cross was going off on his own to try and find himself again; after all ever since he had arrived here all he knew was Flick and their group. Kuro was returning to his world, there was nothing more he could do here; and he had stopped aging and couldn’t stay any longer anyhow, his world needed him.



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As of June 2009 this is the final chapter of The Chronicles of Blood; I am very disappointed that I never got to Akira, but as you will soon learn he is a solid character in all of my writings. Akira, Kaori, Kinzoku, Raiden, Felicia (Flick), Kuro, Pegasus, and Chey are the only solid characters in all of my writings; their personalities and names and appearances look exactly the same while their background and abilities vary based on story.
Well I hope you enjoyed.

Growing Up – Part Two
Death and Desire

You learn about death with your first pet, usually a gold fish which lasted about a week or a hamster that you’ve had since you were a little child and lost when you were an older child. Either way no one is supposed to learn about death with the big things, no, you have to learn how to handle smaller scale object before you can handle the death of a family member or friend… and no one should ever had to learn what it feels like to kill first hand, to cause death.

But what if you had no choice? What if you desired something, no matter what it was, so badly that the universe had no option but to fold to your desires? Would you, therefore be able to desire control and get it? Would you even be able to desire a normal life, and receive it? If anything fell to your world; even transcending time and realms, then why not? Why couldn’t you be normal if that was what you truly wished for?


It was clear to everyone who watched her from a distance now what she was. She had the power of control, and the power of desire. Whatever she wished would be eventually in her life; and the darker powers of the world craved this for themselves, for with it they could simply desire control and it would be. They could desire the mortals to bow to them, and they would without question. They could desire the powers of the elements, of life itself; and it would be.

She had been found by the Council of Elders; a group of three of the most powerful and oldest beings in existence. Anubis, a great and powerful vampire led the group of three. He was followed by his half sister, a mutt who stood for the half breeds in the world; Elysia. She was a beautiful young woman forever stuck in the body of a 26 year old; her mother had been human while her father and brother had been vampires, they raised her and she soon showed a great ability for picking out ‘portals’, cracks between the different realms. She and Anubis were always together, and some would say their relationship crossed the lines between acceptable and unacceptable far too many times. Finally, standing for the humans was a strong knight; a Pegasus, and Kuro’s true mother.

Faye was a beautiful older woman who stayed in the appearance of someone in her mid-30s. She was wise beyond her years and the oldest of the council; it was even a whispered rumor that God had hand made her specifically for the job of protecting the humans, his children. While she would never confirm this rumor she did take her job seriously; and when she gave birth to Pegasus, whose birth name was actually Alexandros, she had raised him with the same morals as she. She would also never reveal the identity of his father, who was whispered to be a human who had died many, many, many millennium ago.

At the time of Alexandros’ birth Faye watched over the peace of the combined world alone, watching and raising her child alone all the while. She was originally the Queen and protector of the creatures of God; the pegasi, unicorns, the humans, and all other creatures of Earth. Then the immortals began to sprout in her world; many were good, while others were evil. She had no idea about where they had come from; but with them came their ‘God’, Shi.

Many of the pure hearted immortals, such as the elves refused to bow down to Shi; and traded their alliance to Faye. This enraged Shi who cast Earth into darkness. The humans and all the other animals Faye would give her life to protect slowly began to die out. A war began; and she fought with Alexandros directly by her side.

They managed to push back Shi, and Faye sealed them back in their worlds; away from her humans. The world was at peace again, until the appearance of strange humans began to show up who were able to create portals around them at random uncalculated times. It wasn’t long before a few creatures staggered into the tears and entered the human world; Faye allowed those who caused no harm to stay, creating a new breed of creatures; the mutts. The half breeds who lived along humans with slightly more power.

It was for the creatures who meant to cause harm that Alexandros created the Principalities; a group of selected warriors who were adept at fitting in with humans and removing those who caused harm to their delicate way of life. Their number one rule was that normal mortals, those who show no sixth sense to their world nor had any special abilities, had to remain oblivious to the world of immortals. Alexandros lead his mini army with pride, and he was the first one to experience a Mirror up hand.


She was a beautiful girl living in old England; she was also mocked by the other humans of the time for her odd way of thinking. She believed she saw creatures in her dreams, but only her older sister knew this. Alexandros became aware of the situation by one of his scoots, a young elf by the name of Aelfred. He was a beautiful young man who easily blended in with the humans, despite the fact he would always remain unable to grow facial hair and would always be more graceful and beautiful than any of human alive. Everyone noticed, but no one took alarm.

He had reported to Alexandros what he had experienced after taking out a small clan of vampires; who had showed up where the young girl lived dazed and confused. They had simply been hunting when they showed up here, in a strange new world.

Alexandros became fearful that perhaps the portals were reopening, and he consulted his mother before traveling into the human world. He had been unable to access the child’s dreams, and didn’t bother. He didn’t plan to be there long.

He entered the world as Edward, a bright young scholar who was there to study politics. No one gave him a second glance, and he didn’t mind. He found the young girl right away; she was a beautiful blond child of only 17, with the most amazing blue eyes he had ever seen on anyone, mortal or immortal. He instantly became attached to her, and if it hadn’t been for the fact he had run into a human child of only 11 five years prior. You see, to him and his kind years passed like simple moments.

He had taken Cross in against his mother’s wishes, but he kept his knowledge and his job a well-kept secret. He did learn that Cross was a hunter, and was more than happy to have the child around while he followed this girl and her open portal.

It soon became clear how many creatures would kill to have her mind, that forever open portal in their possession, and Cross and he worked together to protect her. While she fell more in love with him, Cross fell more in love with her.


“Elizabeth seems to have something for you, my son.” His mother spoke calmly; this was the first day they had spoken since Alexandros had decided to take this journey into the human world. Neither he nor his mother approved of the idea of dragging a mortal girl with no obvious defensive or offensive abilities into their world.

“So she has…she seems to have a hole in her mind, a kind of portal that immortals and other demons are simply drawn to.” He sighed to himself, watching his mother’s eyes light up in merriment as she caught the double meanings of his words. Not only was Elizabeth a useless fighter she was also an empty shell behind those beautiful blue eyes.

“So it seems…” Faye spoke off handedly and quietly to herself now, because in a different part of the world she could feel something far greater stirring.

“She’s the only one of this kind you’ve let slipped; how come?” Alexandros spoke up now, and caught his mother’s shocked pale blue eyes within his own stern ones.

“She’s the only one who showed promise as a child… I suppose I was wrong…” She hushed herself and let out a soft sigh; Alexandros knew this look all too well…she was contemplating killing Elizabeth, everyone knew it was for the best, but it still never made this any easier.

“A friend of mine has interest in her.” Alexandros spoke simply to remove the look of dread from his mother’s eyes, and he smiled lightly as she looked more hopefully, speaking to herself again.

“Ah yes…the hunter.” She nodded slightly before speaking again, “A wonderful idea my son, but know this…”


Kuro would never be able to shake from his mind his mother’s voice; how those many, many years ago they had been the same words Cross would use many times when speaking about Flick.


“The moment she becomes dangerous, I will not hesitate to kill her.” Faye caught her son’s sober eyes within hers once more, and leaned over to place a gentle kiss on his forehead.

She adored her child more than life itself, and wished dearly that one day he too would be able to experience love; even if it was only once as she had.


Cross had married Elizabeth, and while Alexandros/Edward/Kuro remained visiting Elizabeth every night, it wasn’t long before the discovery of Flick took him away. That was also when Elizabeth had killed herself, and Cross had found his way into Flick’s world; thanks to nothing besides Flick’s desire for him.


It was between the time that Cross and Elizabeth were married and the date of Flick’s birth, when Faye finally put a face to the child they had been waiting for, when everything began to change in their world. A man, who called himself the only living son of Shi and his half-sister, a half breed, showed up in their world.

He went by the name Anubis and was a shady creature who had the years etched into his voice, even though his body would never age more than the young 20’s he was stuck in. He was a dark creature with short black hair and dark crimson eyes. He was also at least five foot ten and thin, almost sickly bony thin. He was too pale for his own good and dressed in nothing but black constantly; as if their bright world would melt the flesh from him. Secretly Alexandros wished this would happen.

His sister, on the other hand, was a quiet beautiful girl with the palest red eyes anyone had ever seen before. Her hair was only shoulder length, and a dark black that make her pale skin that much more pale; yet standing next to Anubis she looked perfectly mortal. She had been born of a human woman, who didn’t even survive long enough to give birth, and was quickly taken by her father; Shi, who died soon after, and the remainder of her care had been given to her older brother.

Their relationship raised eyebrows every where the two of them went, and they went everywhere together. Anubis always held her close, and would often kiss her softly even in a crowded room so long as he felt they weren’t the center of attention. They were given their own quarters together; as they requested, and no one dared travel inside in fear of whatever it was they may find.

Alexandros never trusted Anubis, not even the many times he proved helpful to his mother; he did however pity his sister, Elysia. She was half mortal and half immortal, and related to neither of them. She was forced into the group of other half-breeds, and was forced to stand up for them in times of peril; and most of them weren’t as sane as she claimed to be.


Alexandros watched in the shadows as Anubis gained the trust of his mother’s once loyal followers. He stood for something better in their eyes, equality between all; or so he claimed. Soon Anubis had ‘proved’ himself to everyone and had nearly completely taken control from Faye. Alexandros was unable to fight his logic, and spent more and more time watching and waiting for Flick to arrive.


He stood in the center of his mother’s kingdom; her gorgeous and perfect utopia. He spoke with his hands raised and his voice loud, and everyone listened and cheered with him even when he spoke words that in reality made no sense. He spoke of the future he saw for them, the future when humans wouldn’t have to be hidden in the darkness; oblivious to the world around them. He spoke of a future when they wouldn’t need to be hidden like animals in the darkness, they were all sane logically beings.

This made the immortals once on Faye’s side distrust her, had she really hidden them just because she felt they were unstable monsters? Did she not trust her own kind better than that? She was betraying her own blood by keeping them locked up in their own worlds away from the humans. They belonged in that world as much as the other person.

Alexandros watched his mother lose power, and also lost his head in their ‘army’; he was forced to follow Anubis as much as the next person, while keeping up the appearance that his mother still has as much say in it all as he did. She didn’t argue with him, after all he had a skill that she needed.

He knew of Flick long before Elizabeth was even born. He knew all these things because he could see clearly into the future, but only blurs; such as he knew what would happen but nothing more. He couldn’t name the date the twin towers were attacked, but he knew they would be. He knew a goddess of desire would be born of human flesh, and that millions would be after he.

He left out the fact that this included himself.


“I bring you news that might interest you…” His voice was heavy and cold; yet he spoke with the perfection of a well trained politician, he knew exactly what to say and how to say it to get his way. He could lie with an emotionless face, and the world cheered.

Faye nodded slightly to her two Elvin guards and stepped forward from the shadows of her home; her tall horse body shifting until she was walking on twos, her body was tall and slender, her hair was waist-length and a bright golden blond. Her eyes were the most amazing pale blue next to her only son’s eyes; his were beyond amazing. Upon her perfect frail body she wore silky white pants and an almost see through white silk top; her breasts full and perfect.

Her guards bowed lightly to her, and backed away, letting the pale vampire in all black step forward slightly and bow deeply at Faye, who regarded him with an oddly defensive look.

“My Lady, are you curious?” His voice was slick, almost too handsome. He wanted something, and Faye knew unless she knew what that was exactly she would easily fall prey to him.

She nodded slightly, truly wanting to hear what this stranger wished to speak of…what she wasn’t expecting was how well-learned on the subject he sounded. He truly knew what he was speaking of, and she had to hold her breath to hold her emotionless expression.

“A stronger mirror is in the creation. She’ll be far more powerful than that dimwit child your son is watching right now will ever be.” He grinned slightly, the smile never once touching his dark red plotting eyes, “Everyone will want her.”


Alexandros was called back the next day; and left Cross with Elizabeth without saying a word except to Cross about him being called to another one. Then he waited while watching in horror as his beautiful home was stripped clean under Anubis’s hands… then she was born, and he was given a single warning.


“Your job is to keep her from everyone else.” His words were snake-like, and Alexandros had to keep himself from screaming as Anubis came up to place his hand against his back. Alexandros was topless, his bottom covered only in the silk white pants common to his ‘royal status’. Anubis’s cold bony fingers on his back sent chills through his skin, and he had to force himself calm as he felt his cold breath beating against his neck as he whispered out his commands.

“You will not return, ever. Not until she is mine.” Anubis grinned, kissing the soon to be Kuro’s neck gentle…letting himself feel the younger man shiver against him before speaking again, “Or else I will take her by force…and you know I will the second you’re the last Pegasus left in this world… You know I can…”


Faye was all but dead two years later.


“You will listen, and you will be mine.” He grinned at her, pulling her closer against his sickly frame, his lips brushing against her cold pale ones for a moment before he glares into her dead eyes. She stared blankly at him, and he sighed slightly…they were always this worthless at first, the stupid creatures…

Elysia sighed as she watched her brother play with his new toy, dressed in nothing at all except a see-through white throw. She played with her dark hair absent-mindedly, her own eyes a dark crimson now that she was able to think for herself openly.

“You’re going to get bored of it in a week tops.” She watched her brother fondle the disgusting puppet; her child by every right she could think of. After all she was the one who had put the work into creating her from the woman’s dead body.

“You underestimate the beauty of this new doll my love. The only difference now is she can’t think for herself.” He grinned, his lips against her neck now. He loved his sister for this one reason only. The many toys she could create on a whim. All it took was a death that left no blood and her own special little talent, he had the speaking skills it took to control these otherwise worthless dolls.

He caressed his living toy lovingly, bringing him lips just below her ear to whisper again, softly but with more command. It was like breathing life into a creation that would never again die.

“You will listen, and you will be mine…Lady Faye…” The grin pulled at his lips, and he felt himself chuckle before letting Faye’s pale body fall to the bed in a deep sleep; when she awoke she would be his in every way possible. He let her fall willingly, and dragged himself over to his overly willing sister.

He loved her for this as well.

Their lips met, and he pushed her to her back onto the bed before taking her as his. She would whimper and moan but never fight back, and he would be completely satisfied.


The sky was dark and it was pouring heavily outside. Flick hadn’t smiled once this day, and Eric hadn’t smiled since the accident. They sat in front of the group of people, next to Chris’s parents; who were both stuck in fits of lamenting. Flick sat between Kuro and Eric, and Cross sat next to Eric. In front of them and everyone else there stood a Priest in all black, who spoke too loudly from a bible he held in front of him, and the black coffin locked off to everyone.

No one said a word the entire time, and as they lowered the coffin into the wet earth Flick held Eric’s hand in hers tightly, trying desperately to be strong for him. She couldn’t keep all the tears down though and felt a few strays slip down her cold cheeks.


After the funeral all was silent, and Flick sat alone with Eric in his room; neither of them had been able to sleep alone since the ‘accident’. She sat on his bed next to him, with her head on his shoulder, and he sat still next to her; unthinking and unmoving. She felt warm next to him, and he was thankful more than anything she was there…

They listened to the rain outside in silence.


“You know what happened, don’t you?” Cross’s voice wasn’t harsh, it wasn’t even slightly mean, he honestly wanted to know what this all too suspicious character knew. They sat across from each other at the kitchen table, Kuro sipping on a cup of hot coffee, Cross simply talking.

“I have…theories…” He finally managed to respond after a long pause. He wasn’t stupid though, he knew exactly who would want them, and exactly who expected him to help with it. After all…that’s why he was here in the end.

“Spill horse boy.” Now his words were harsh, and he saw Kuro’s eyes as he heard the edge in his voice. All Cross knew was that Kuro had been acting so bizarre lately. He wasn’t depressed about what had happened, but worried almost. As if he knew something was going to happen that he wouldn’t spill.

“Well…number one is that maybe we were just out beaten by a group of human teenagers…” His voice trailed off, and he could feel Cross’s knowing radiating from his glare.

“Bullshit.” He nearly spat this as Kuro, having to force himself calm at this point. Kuro knew something, he wouldn’t have said something that stupid if he didn’t know something.

Kuro pushed himself slowly from the table and let out a slow sigh, letting his words come out too clearly…he was trying to convince himself.

“It’s nothing we can’t handle.”

Cross let the words ring in his mind for a moment and before responding Kuro left him alone in the kitchen. His own mind was torn on something, and Cross couldn’t figure out what it was.


She belongs to me. She can’t handle herself, her power is too random.
Perhaps then you should explain this to her, one who knows has much more control.
What exactly do I tell her?
That I want her.
I want every inch of her, her power, her desire, I want her very flesh to scream my name.


He watched her in silence as she slept, curled up in Eric’s arms. It was the only time Eric looked peaceful anymore… He stood in the doorway, his breathing calm and silent as he watched the angel sleep. The goddess of desire…that’s what he had called her. He also knew how wonderful of a gift that would be, and how many times it had been proven to him before. She didn’t command, she wanted. She wanted and she received. She was a mirror who wanted and got.

Anubis would just kill her, he knew this. Anubis would kill her and take from her whatever he wanted, he would kill all those around her until she went insane and fell easily to his knees.

He was so lost in thought he never noticed Cross come up behind him, and didn’t really notice what was going on until Cross pulled him into the living room and sat across from him in the corner couch.

“Are you ready to spill now?”

“You know of my mother, that I explained to you long ago with Elizabeth.”

“Yeah…? You think she wants Flick’s human friends dead?”

“Not her, but it might as well be now.” His eyes darkened slightly as he spoke, letting his head drop some. He hadn’t spoken to his mother since the day before he left to find Flick…

“What do you know?”

“That I want her.”

There was silence in the room until Cross sighed loudly to himself; this was all driving him insane. Kuro was going mad, Eric was mad, Chris was dead, and he was stuck being the only adult left; what with Flick and Eric being inseparable and nearly unspeaking.

“Who cares if you want her, so what!?” He nearly spat as the conversation was quickly becoming pointless.

“So I can’t imagine him getting his hands on her!” He thrust his head into his hands now and pulled lightly at his hair, he wanted to throw his head back and scream. He needed to scream; part of him needed to protect what was his, and the very other half of him needed her. It wasn’t even a slight desire anymore, it burned and cried and bled every time he thought of it. He needed her.

Cross was silent again, he was finally starting to understand Kuro’s mind, finally starting to get a true look into the cold-hearted horse boy. He dropped his gaze to his feet and sighed heavily yet again.

“There is someone else isn’t there?”

Kuro was silent for a moment before softly nodding… his words almost too soft to hear.

“Many want her… You know that as well as I.”

“No, I mean is there someone else extremely important in all this?” His words were soft again, he didn’t feel a need to scream at someone this obviously stuck in his own mental combat.

Kuro glanced up at him for a split second, Alexandros staring clearly at him for the first time. He was the son of a Goddess who had fallen, literally casted out from his own birth right by the walking dead. His pale blue eyes were screaming in anguish, his face held the perfectly placed mask of royalty; he mustn’t ever show his true colors to anyone.

Cross felt chills crawl up his spine as his eyes struggled to focus on the newly formed creature before him. It was as if his eyes saw the true Pegasus for the first time, and his mind refused to accept that a creature this perfect could exist… especially in this world.

“And so the worlds fought together in the greatest war of all as she stepped forward, rose her arms, and left herself to die in vain, for the worlds never saw her true beauty for she herself would never see it, for all her life she was guarded by those who knew and refused to allow her to gaze upon herself. They saw the beauty, but they would rather keep it for themselves than to protect it where it should be. I see this all, and that was when the answer came to me child. She would be mine, and I would be able to show everyone the true beauty of the Goddess stuck in flesh.”

Kuro’s words were dark, and the entire time he spoke he could feel Anubis’s lips against his neck, whispering to him… the lips had been cold and yet oddly inviting; the way the most wonderful food you would ever have would be, if you knew it would be your last meal if you dared eat.

Cross could hear the change in tone in his voice, and could easily pick up on the fact that it sounded like he was speaking from some dark memory rather than his own feelings. He also clearly felt the tension rise in the air as he spoke, and the hair rise on his arms and the back of his neck.


I see a future where humans and demons live together. I see a world were elves and vampires coexist in peace. I see a future where we as immortals have no reason to hide. When we are no longer shackled to our own realms and forced to hide! Why should we hide!? We are not the demons from hell as humans have pictures us, we are not the creatures of darkness! We are not uncontrollable animals!

No, I see a future where we will fight for this. Were the gates of hell itself will spew open and release the true evils of this world against the humans. We will join in this battle, and it will rage for years until the lines are blended to a point where there are no longer any lines. Humans will slaughter and drink their own children’s blood, demons will turn against each other, immortals and mortals will no longer care which they kill. Bloodshed will become an addiction, and a battle that once started from us trying to protect them will turn into a battle where we all fight for control.

I also see, off in the faint distance, a young woman who will step into the crowds of death with an amazing gift; a beauty so amazing and blinding that everyone will want to stop and gaze upon her. She will desire change and peace, and she will step forward to let her desires become reality; but it is too late, and she is struck down by the very creature she once loved. The very creature who kept her hidden from the world until it is too late.

She will come, and many will want her but all for the negative reasons.
I know what she is capable of, I know how beautiful she really is.
I don’t want the end of us.
I want the beginning.


She rested against his chest, his arms wrapped tightly around her. She could feel his breathing, slow and even and steady. But he didn’t smell right, she didn’t desire this, but she had nowhere else to go and she couldn’t hurt him after everything he had gone through; after all his best friend had just been killed…


He sat in the room next to Eric’s room, listening to the world around him. He hadn’t dared to even contact his mother since finding Flick, and the last time he tried he ended up getting nothing but silence back. He sighed heavily and let his eyes close as he sat on the bed, his mind reaching out to his mother; he needed her advice…no…he needed to know she was alive…


Cross sat alone in his room, silent, thinking of everything that had happened in this past week, and of the voice Kuro’s had taken when he spoke of his past; when he told him of Anubis and his desire to have Flick for himself, and of the reason he was truly here, and what was keeping him from achieving it.


Anubis slept naked in bed with Elysia asleep next to him, naked as well. A soft grin touched his pale lips as he felt Alexandros’ all too familiar touch on his mind, and he let the words slip from his lips as Alexandros slipped into his dream.

His dream, as always, was made up of a desolate land of death. The moon was black and cast a shadow of death across the dead and isolated buildings, destroyed in some horrid catastrophe. Alexandros entered in the same outfit Anubis always desired him in, nothing more than the thin pale blue silk gown; his long pale hair lose and covering his body to his mid-back. His skin was beautifully pale, and as Anubis stepped towards him he felt his desire grow.

Their eyes met; Anubis’s pale reds and Alexandros’s pale blues; together they merged into a creature so pure and terrifying it was almost desirable. He stepped closer, reaching his hand out to slip it into Alexandros’s, the new name slipping in a whisper from his lips.

“Kuro, hmm? I like it…tastes sweet…forms in my lips almost perfectly, not nearly as desirable as Pegasus, but it’ll do.” Anubis grinned, his words seeming to come from everywhere around Kuro except for him; his words echoed and dragged on in the air, leaving behind an odd deep depressive sensation, as if the air was too heavy for its own good.

His words also forced a chill through his body, which he tried desperately to hid and yet only managed to shudder out in a single deep struggled breath; his breath catching and showing in the air as heavy mist which slowly left his body and extended through the too heavy air. Hearing his name, Kuro, whispered by this dark man left him oddly…in desire, in need. It wasn’t the same as his many dreams in which Flick had muttered it, but it was all the same in a very different way.

That was when Anubis’s smile vanished, and he began to growl very silently to himself, his fingers tightening on Kuro’s hand into Kuro was forced to pull away; only to be grabbed by the wrist and pulled closer. Anubis’s eyes darkened, and he pushed himself against Kuro completely, the only thing between their bodies being Kuro’s silk outfit and Anubis’s thick black pants.

“I can see your thoughts here you careless child, you desire her.” He spat the words out, his lips against Kuro’s throat the entire time; Kuro helpless to do anything but stand and pant there, his knees getting weak.

Kuro could feel his cool flesh against him, his eyes forcing themselves closed and his head cocking back ever so slightly as his cool lips pressed against his throat. He was his puppet, and every second of this dance just proved this and enforced the truth in his mind, erasing all doubt that possible one day he would be in control. Not in his world, never in his world, not as long as this dream was his.


Please want me, he would beg to himself that morning, lying naked in his bed in the room just next to hers. He would be panting and covered in sweat, his neck covered in swollen red marks; his entire body covered in the swollen red marks, all of which would fade by the time everyone else woke.

Please want me, please Flick, and please free me.

That was when the thought would solidify in his thought. Anubis wanted her for one reason only, to keep her from gaining control of his dream; his reality, and he would scream out to himself and lose his mind in a fit of hysterics.

Growing Up – Part Two
High School – Senior Year
Chris

Class was silent. It was always silent, but this was insane. It was only this silent because everyone watched them, stunned, as she helped him limp into class. Everyone had heard about the car accident, and everyone was well aware of the fact he would be…less able than the rest of them. What they weren’t prepared for was how close the two looked now.

She had her right arm tightly around his waist, his left arm was wrapped around her shoulder and she was holding this left hand tightly in her own. His left leg was wrapped up from just below the knee up to his inner thigh, watching him now no one could hide the shock in their eyes. It had already been more than a year since the car accident, and they were all just now returning to school.

A car accident, Eric wished. Eric pleaded with God every night, begging that it had only been a car accident; then he wouldn’t see the creatures face in his mind every time he shut his eyes, then he wouldn’t be waking up in the middle of the night screaming…then he wouldn’t have to watch Flick beat herself up for what had happened.


His mind ran through the events he did remember over and over… every second of every day for the first year. He remembered firing the gun, catching the mutt’s attention. He also remembered being leapt at; the creature, Dave, landing in front of him. He tried to escape, unable to stand in his state of fear but pulling and pushing himself up the hill on his back as quickly as he good.

That’s when the creature got hold of his left leg, and when Eric first screamed out…mostly in pure horror as the creature pulled him back down the hill into his jaws. He clawed at his leg with both of his claws now and took hold of his knee cap; tearing. Eric could feel his bone being scrapped away, but it wasn’t so painful anymore…his mind had gone into shock but he could still see everything.

Dave gnawed into his knee cap now, tearing into his pants and his flesh; he felt the bone crush at the same moment he felt it, and that’s when his screams hit their blood twisting pitch; and when he finally blacked out, his body unable to handle the feeling of literally being eaten alive.

He awoke what felt like lifetimes later in a hospital bed. He awoke to the soft sound of the heart monitor beeping away at every heart beat. He awoke to see Flick asleep next to him in the bed. He later found out that Kuro and Cross had to hire a tutor because she refused to leave the room for anything more than the bathroom. Lucky her, while he was stuck in the hospital bed she was getting ahead of even him in school.

He also awoke to find that the tension between Cross and Kuro had grown to a point where he was astonished neither of them were mortally wounded or dead yet. He figured it was only a matter of time before one of them snapped.

While he remained in the hospital for another month; for physical therapy and constant watch; Kuro and Cross had gone out and bought a larger apartment for the five of them. It was a larger apartment by far; it had four bedrooms, three bathrooms, a full kitchen and living room, and a back deck. A nice back deck too; one that easily fit the new grill Cross had gotten for himself. In this new apartment Eric would have his own room until Chris moved out in April when he turned 18. Cross, Kuro, and Flick each had their own rooms; Flick was given the master simply because it had its own bathroom.

He also awoke to find that when he came into the hospital on Christmas Eve the story was told that he and Kuro had gotten into a car accident; he got his leg stuck in the car when the hood was crushed in, and his right arm had been dislocated while his right wrist was crushed when Kuro had pulled him free of the car to carry him to the closest home. In order to take care of the details Kuro had crashed a car accordingly; getting damaged badly enough to have bruises and cuts still by the time he arrived at the closest home, and he carried Eric’s limp body to their home.

Flick and Cross stayed back at Dave’s lake house to dispose of the evidence. Alice and Mary knew that no one would ever believe the truth if they told them; and everyone thanked God that night as they watched the home go up in flames for the isolation. The home wouldn’t be found until a week later when Mary and Alice returned from New York. The story was simple;

Lizzy had gone to spend Christmas with her father while Mary and Alice were up in New York visiting that side of the family, Lizzy would fly up to New York the day after Christmas and spend the rest of her holiday break with her older sister and brother-in-law. Of course Lizzy never called or showed up at the airport. They waited a week to hear anything, knowing Dave was known for not keeping appointments. After the week was up they flew themselves to the lake house, where they discovered the burned and unrecognizable home.

The cops had investigated and ruled it off as an accidental fire. The funeral for Dave and Lizzy were held in New York the next week. Eric had been stuck in the hospital, so Kuro was forced to drag Flick up there for the day while Cross stayed behind with Eric. At the funeral no one cried for Dave, and Flick was a mess…

Kuro had returned from New York with her in a somber almost morbidly depressed mood; saying the only thing she had said the entire time was an off comment to herself during Dave’s ceremony, ‘I did that.’ The moment they returned to the hospital she wasted no time in crawling back into the hospital bed with Eric, the nurses were even forced to get him a larger one just to accommodate her; Cross had slipped them a good couple hundred to make this happen.

There in the hospital room with Eric she spent the next year. It turned out Eric also had head trauma, and he had to have exactly three surgeries just to relief the pressure in his head alone. He had a total of six to fix his leg to working ability; he would never be able to run again, but he could walk fine after the muscles rebuilt themselves.

When he finally did wake he was aware of nothing but Flick for the next week; he would be allowed out the first of February, and Flick’s tutor would work with both of them in the hospital and once they were out until they finished high school, at least…that was the plan.

Two weeks after waking, he began to talk again; mostly to Chris who came to visit every day after school and to Flick. Chris had had a birthday while he was tied up in the hospital; and he would be turning 18 this April. In fact, everyone had had a birthday while Eric was in the hospital. No one celebrated their birthday, not even Chris. Kuro had turned 21; and while Cross took him out for his first legal drink in ‘this’ lifetime they never truly spoke, and everyone knew it was a wonder they went out at all. Cross had turned 23. Flick and Chris had turned 17; and even Eric missed a birthday. He woke up at 18.

Eric had woken up just in time for Kuro’s 22nd birthday; but they never even mentioned it until his second week awake, and then Eric just smiled weakly up at him, his head still bandaged from the brain surgery and muttered, “Aw man…happy old day.”

Everyone would have laughed if it wasn’t for the situation, and Flick just nuzzled gently into Eric’s shoulder, her right hand resting lightly on his chest. Kuro watched this without worry… if his best friend was in that kind of condition he’d be right there in her place right now.

The very next day they got him started on slow physical therapy, he took to it right away and everyone showed their relief as he fell back into the scheme of life. He even convinced Cross to allow him back for high school just in time for the finals, prom, and to walk with his class…well, with Chris and Flick.

He joined Flick to walk down those high school halls for the final week of school in April, and the week after school was finished Chris would be moving in with the group. It was an extremely exciting time for everyone and yet everyone was so nervous about something they couldn’t name. They all hid it well; and at school Eric was stopped by every student he passed.

While the first few days of the week were extremely hard for him he soon began to be able to walk on his own, until he didn’t need Flick’s help at all except to sit and stand; those two things required using the muscles in his leg that had been torn apart. Then it was prom night; and he decided to ask Flick to come with him, seeing no reason why she would decline.

He asked her early one morning before school; and she blushed and giggled like he had hoped and agreed. Cross and Kuro were actually looking forward to sending the three of them to prom, Kuro most of all… he had watched Flick grow up, and on that night she would truly look like the angel she was. He didn’t mind at all that she was going with Eric, it was better than her being in the same room even as Cross.


The night was a dark and clear night. The full moon shown beautifully in the sky, illuminating everything on the earth in a splash of dark blue light. However, it never stood a chance against Flick.

Eric stood at the bottom of the apartment complex by the limousine which Kuro was proudly driving. She descended slowly down the stairs, her long black hair tied up beautifully behind her; letting just enough of her bangs to fall into and frame her face. This was the first time anyone had seen her in makeup before, or even in a dress. Her red lips were full, and she wore a gorgeous blue dress that made her dark blue eyes pop. It fit her curves beautifully, pushing her breasts up just enough to expose the tops of her skin and resting down against the top of her chest was a beautiful blue sapphire heart; an early birthday present from Kuro, and even Cross felt his heart skip a beat as he watched her leave the apartment.

It was a floor length gown with trails of dark stitched flowers covering the skirt; this gave it a wonderful appearance, the bright blue silk making the flowers visible to the naked eye. Across the chest and stomach of the dress were stitched crisscrossing black and white vines and flowers; these weren’t as noticeable as the flowers on the skirt, and neither of the patterns could be seen from a distance.

Kuro and Eric couldn’t help themselves, and they stared at the young woman standing before them in silence. She truly did look like an angel… She caught their stares and smiles shyly to herself, the blush well hidden in the darkness.


At the prom she and Eric danced happily. They talked happily, they spoke of everything that had happened in the past year, and Eric dared to breach the subject of the newly formed tension between Kuro and Cross. While in the middle of a slow dance, his hands holding her on either side of her waist holding her closely, he dared to speak the topic no one dared speak of.

“So…what’s going on between Cross and Kuro?” He spoke softly, more of a whisper and only to her. She was the only thing that existed to him at this moment in his life, the only thing that mattered. He was still shocked by his voice; it had abandoned all hints of childhood and was now the strong masculine voice of a man who had almost seen death.

The topic shocked her; no one had spoken of it before, and she was the only one besides Cross and Kuro who had any idea about what was going on between them. She knew their tension was obvious, but she never would have guessed that Eric would have actually asked about it. The topic also brought up the memory of what had happened…

How back on that hellish day everything in her mind had gone blank, and all she felt was the thirst to cause suffering to the headless creature bowing to her. All she desired was to see his body twist and his flesh blister. Then she had heard a voice, a soft whisper almost…and her mind locked around her. It was such a perfect voice…but it wasn’t Kuro’s…it was too deep, too masculine…and it had that accent… She heard it again, louder now, and she let her body freeze…she wanted to lose herself in that voice… She wanted to touch that thick velvet voice and taste that accent against her lips. Then it said her name, and her entire being locked around him; he was the only thing that existed in that moment. The only thing out of everything; there was no world, there were no people, there was no wind or water…nothing… but him and that accented voice. She wanted it more than she had ever wanted anything before in her life… She wanted to feel that voice caress her lips and her neck; she wanted the lips, the perfect lips that were capable of holding such a perfect voice. Then she saw him, standing there…looking panic and desperately at her…and then the world went blank.

“It’s…nothing, I don’t think…I honestly don’t know Eric.” She sighed, the lie clear to her own ears, but she looked away from Eric and really hoped he couldn’t tell. He nodded slowly and let the topic drop, either she didn’t know or she didn’t want to talk about it.


“What’s going to happen when we’re older? Next year even…are we going to go off to college or live in the apartment for the rest of our lives?” His voice broke the silence between them; they sat together underneath the only light on that street. The dance had ended only moments ago, and yet she already had her hair undone and the makeup off… this made her oddly desirable.

She had also never thought of this before; she was perfectly happy in this life of hers. Especially ever since she learned that she could control her ‘powers’. She had been in perfect control that day up until the moment she became obsessed with torturing the half breed. So that’s all she had to do then, keep herself under control.

“You’re not happy with this life now?” She asked this in a quiet voice, and yet it still hinted at an unbelievable idea. She honestly couldn’t imagine anyone being happier doing something else in their life.

“Well…actually…I was hoping to go on to college and become a cop or something, you know? Eventually start a family, raise children…” His voice trailed off as he met her eyes…those perfect blue eyes… those amazing dazzling eyes…

She was about to speak when his cell phone went off. He took one look at the number and both their hearts dropped; it was Cross, and he only called when Kuro was too busy with something possibly deadly to call them himself.

“Hello…?” He answered slowly, desperate to slow time down or reverse whatever bad or evil may have been awoken this time on the world. He listened to Cross, Cross’s voice too muffled for Flick to hear….and his eyes fell…he felt tears welding up in them and felt his lips mouth the words ‘no…’ but he never felt himself stand and run to the car; leaving Flick to pick up the phone and chase after him with her high heels in her hands.


He had been driving home that night from the prom, he had left earlier than everyone else simply because he had become bored. Now he was driving quickly down the high way towards his home in the darkness. He saw no other car around him, and after thirty minutes became careless. That was when the head lights flashed in his back window; he watched the driver, a young male, with little curiosity and got off on his turn.

The car followed behind him, keeping a decent distance from him now on the smaller rural road. He took another turn and cursed to himself as the car behind him followed carefully.
Chris was being followed.

He carelessly pushed the neck length dirty blond hair behind his ear and took another random turn, just to make sure. He counted to ten, and the headlights flashed into the back of his car again… He ‘was’ being followed. He felt his heart drop and growled slightly to himself; he had to get off this dark road and to someplace more crowded. Before he even finished this thought process he had turned off on the road that would bring him straight to the largest shopping center in his town.


The man in the car grinned to himself as he saw the blond boy drive past his waiting spot, it was just as Anubis had said. He checked the clock and grinned; it was 11:45 at night, exactly as Anubis had said. He started the car, and drove off after the other one, following carefully.

He sighed to himself as he shifted nervously with the pistol in his lap; he had been given orders, but they were orders a human would be used to…not a creature such as himself. He was too powerful to use a gun, but the entire purpose of the gun was to frame someone else. After all, it would do no good for the cobs to chase after a creature that didn’t exist as far as the mortals knew.

He checked himself in the mirror, paying no attention to the road; he didn’t have to. He looked exactly like Eric, which wasn’t just in appearance either… his finger prints matched, his DNA matched…he was Eric. He sighed again and brushed the shoulder length curly brown hair behind his ears; he hated the mortal body…it was a pointless sack of organs.


Chris pulled into the parking lot of the small shopping mall…it wasn’t as crowded as he had hoped, and the lights were barely flickering overhead. He felt panic grip his soul as the engine died, and he head a car door slam somewhere behind him. His body began to shake, his heart pounding too loudly in his ears to hear himself think.

There was a soft tap at the window, and Chris turned slowly to it; he heard the glass shattering just milliseconds after the gunshot. Then he felt his face burn, an incredible intense burning. He caught Eric’s face through his shattered vision before everything went red. Eric was grinning at him, holding the gun against the glass towards his face. He stumbled for his cell phone, dialed Kuro’s number without having to look at the keypad, and Eric pulled the trigger again just as Kuro answered. The phone went dead, and Chris was gone.


Kuro pulled into the shopping mall parking lot and drove slowly up to Chris’s dead car; the driver’s window had been shattered and there was blood splattered against what was still there. Kuro felt his heart drop, he knew instantly he was too late, and he parked his car slowly.

Outside of Chris’s car lying on the ground was a pistol. Kuro pushed it lightly with his right foot; knowing damn well the finger prints on there would be one of theirs. That would be a horrid thing for a cop to use a clue, it’d get him nowhere. He sighed to himself and took one quick glance at the body in the driver’s seat before picking the gun up and stuffing it into his pants; hiding it under his large black jacket. He stood there a second, looking at nothing but the steam from his breath in the chilled air and counted to ten in his head before pulling his cell out and calling the cops.

He told them exactly what he knew, how he had received a call from one of his friends; how his friend never said anything over the phone but how he had heard a gunshot. He then drove to the only other place he could have been, he left out the part about how he knew exactly where he would be, and now here he had found his friend shot in the face while still in the driver’s seat of his car. They asked if he was still breathing, and he felt his heart twist as if being punched in the stomach…he said no; no he didn’t think he was.

He let the cell close on its own and stuffed it into his pants pocket. He took one more look at Chris’s destroyed face; only his blond hair proof that it had been him at all, and turned to lean his back against the car and wait for the others to arrive; he just hoped desperately that Eric wouldn’t be stupid enough to bring Flick with him. This wasn’t something anyone needed to see… least of all her…

It was only a minute before Cross’s black car pulled into the parking lot and parked next to Kuro’s blue car. He took one glance at Chris’s car and knew what had happened… He didn’t dare step into the cold night air; but he knew he had to. Everything he saw for the rest of the night from that moment he saw as if watching from a third person perspective, as if it was all a dream.

He saw with no emotion as Eric pulled hastily into the parking lot and literally leapt from the car; nearly collapsing it if hadn’t been for Flick who caught him swiftly around the waist and helped him keep balance. He cursed mentally to himself as he realized Eric had brought the girl; the young woman. He was angry at Eric right away from bringing Flick. He also knew Kuro was angry at Eric for bringing Flick; it shown clearly in his eyes as he drew his sharp glare on Eric’s body.

“Keep her back.” It wasn’t a suggestion; it was a command, sharp and cold from Kuro’s throat. He wouldn’t allow Flick to see Chris’s face now, she wouldn’t be able to handle it.

Cross nodded at this, already standing at Flick’s side; he gentle took her right arm in his and pulled her slightly away from Eric, letting her lean against his body. He could see the dread swell into her face as she connected everything together in her head; and Eric let her go freely and limped towards his best friend’s car.

She knew these things for certain; Cross had called Eric, which was something he only did when Kuro was too busy with something to do it himself; Eric hadn’t even had time to close the phone and put it away he was in such a state of shock; Chris’s car was silent there before them in the parking lot and she could see no Chris;…they wouldn’t let her see into the car…

Sirens began to come closer; their rings tearing through the silent night air like knifes into soft flesh; Flick could feel every new wound and watched as Eric forced himself to look into the car. His face went pale, his eyes went blank, and in a moment that passed all too slowly for Flick but had happened in the blink of an eye Eric had pulled his hands to his face, screamed out an agonizing ‘No!’ and had fallen to his knees in front of the car. He was now weeping at the side of the car, unable to gain control of himself…

Cross glanced at Flick, she had to know what had happened now, and he was sure her imagination was capable of forming its own images without the actual thing helping. He also saw a tears built up in her eyes and she blinked them away quickly, unable at that point to stop the steady stream which spilled silently down her cheeks. Watching her stand there tore at something inside his chest, and he pulled her against his chest, wrapping both of his large, strong arms around her body to hold her there.

The moment she was in his embrace she lost control of herself and began to cry uncontrollable against him. He held here there, oddly not bothered by this…although his face would have said otherwise. He turned his attention from her to catch Kuro glaring at him; his fists balled up at his sides…he was nearly shaking in fury, and this forced a sly grin to slip across Cross’s face before he began to speak.

“Wait for the police with him.” He motioned towards Eric, he also noticed that as he spoke Flick calmed down momentarily, his accent still had that bizarre effect on her…he could also hear her mentally correct him…no…it was his voice that had that bizarre effect on her. “I’m going to take her back home and help her calm down. I’ll see you back there later tonight. Fill me in on the details later.”

Cross didn’t wait for a reply, knowing damn well Kuro would argue that he should take her home. He also knew that out of all of them when it came to dealing with the police only Kuro had the speaking abilities to handle it; he wasn’t going to let them risk anything simply because Kuro was insanely jealous.

He helped Flick into the passenger side of the car, closed the door lightly behind her, and moved to sit on the driver’s side without saying anything. He could feel Kuro’s burning gaze in the back of his head the entire time. He wished to see him dead; Cross knew this better than anyone; and all because of this girl… He sighed and looked over at Flick, who was huddling into her knees still crying silently to herself… this girl was causing all this, and she did nothing but exist.

Kuro watched him drive away, snarling to himself the entire time. Yet he also knew it did him no good and he fell to Eric’s side on his knees to comfort him until the police arrived.


He watched them from the shadows; letting his thin leathery wings stretch and unfold before folding them back into place against his naked body. His face resembled that of a greyhound, a grey furless greyhound. His eyes were a large bloody red; a single black dot in the center of both of them. He had long mid-back length thin black hair which was tied up in a knot on top of his head; and he had two thin pointed ears sticking up through his hair on the top of his head; where a dog’s ears were.

He grinned as he watched them; flexing his dark blue-gray long, thin fingers slowly. His nails were long and clawed; they could tear through human flesh like a hot knife through butter. The rest of his body was perfectly human, while thinner and a dark blue-gray ; until his feet, which were like the feet of raptors; he flexed the long toe with the deadly nail slowly, his sharp teeth showing through his grin.

This body felt much more satisfying than the human sack of blood and useless organs.

While he stood there watching the group; he noticed the power around Flick instantly; that was the girl Anubis had told him about, the girl with the strange abilities that shouldn’t belong to mortals. She was what Anubis had also called a mirror, but unlike past mirrors hers wasn’t located solely in her mind. No, she had the new strange ability to simply will people to her, and there they would be. That was, after all…how Cross had wandered in.

She desired him, and so it was…

It was as if every world’s purpose was solely to please her… The dark creature chuckled to himself, oh what his master would do to be able to produce that kind of power in millions; to control it himself. Then the portals between all the worlds would no longer exist and they would have free run of the world again.

Anubis was also right, their set-up wouldn’t work…but how great it would be to torture Eric with it. His best friend saw him last. His best friend had seen Eric holding the gun to his face; he giggled again, a shrill dead sound coming from his throat. How wonderful that would be for Eric to find out, how beautiful!

He watched the car with Cross and Flick drive away, waited until the air was silent again and spread his thin wings for a moment before taking off into the air. He left silently, not a trace of his being there left.