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.

Growing Up – Part Two
High School – Year Two
Cross

I was a child. Just a baby when it all happened; and even now it all blurs in my mind and I am left awake in my bed wondering just how I survived, and just how I got here. It ‘was’ how I got here though, without my past I’d be a happily married man; protecting my children and not this child.


He lives in a world no one will ever find. He has a family no one will ever know of. He had a future no one will ever again be able to imagine.

He lived in a tiny village in a world that no longer exists. He doesn’t even believe it to have existed once. It is all a dream, a horrid nightmare he’ll never awake from; even if he knows it doesn’t exist. Yet, he always runs into people whom he once knew back when they too were in his world, in his tiny little village.

The world of the supernatural, HA, he laughs at that title. There is no such thing as their world; they are here, along with everyone else…just trying to survive in the many different realities that make up this one life.

He never died; he just simply showed up here; in a world beyond strange and foreign to him. No, part of him did die; parts of him are being slowly killed off every moment of his lives; his many, many lives.


He was born into an ancient world, where demons and witches and vampires were everyday problems; like mice and insects are today. He was raised in this hunter’s village as what everyone else was, a hunter. He was also damned good at it from the start.

He was the first to master blades out of all the children, and when the first guns showed up he was the first out of them all to master them. They were crude worthless little weapons that only fired once before having to be reloaded; a process that took too damned long unless your first shot was lethal. This was his strength though, he only needed one bullet.

His first life was wiped clean when he was only 11; when he followed a woman into her world. Her world was a crude little nasty dirty town somewhere in old England. The entire city smelled of rotting flesh, and he was found by a young man who happily took him in. He knew of these other worlds quiet well… but he had no idea how to return him…

This was a young man of 26; who was around five foot seven, with beautiful long white hair he always kept tied up, and amazingly gorgeous pale flesh, he also had the most amazing pale blue eyes. He went by the name of Edward, the most common name he could think of for the time, and he taught the young boy of all the different worlds he had been to.

He also named him. Cross and Edward became inseparable, Edward adopted him as a younger brother and Cross happily accepted. Edward taught him everything he knew about surviving in this world; against things other than humans. Cross; already a skilled hunter, took to these new challenges and weapons with ease.

Then he fell in love.


She was a beautiful young woman, only two years older than him at 18. She was what Edward called a ‘mirror’. She was born with strange powers but was only mortal. Her dreams connected all the different worlds of all the different creatures together, and it was Edward’s job to watch her and make sure no one with evil intent got a hold of her.

So many wanted this power to travel through the worlds with ease and without risking death; for normally the only way to achieve this kind of ‘transportation’ was to die and be reborn in a new world. Elizabeth was useless in battle though, and the two quickly fell into the roles of protecting her from the various threats.

Cross soon learned of his love for the blond haired angle with the dark blue eyes; but also learned of Edward’s affection for her. While they never openly fought at first, the tension between them grew until the point they couldn’t even hold a conversation together without breaking into an argument.

Edward knew he would never be able to live a normal mortal life with her, and he soon backed away to let Cross have her. Cross more than willingly accepted; and proclaimed his love for her.

They lived happily together for three years…


“Edwards gone!” Her voice was near hysteria, a sound Cross had never heard before in his life. The beauty was gone…it was as if she had gone mad over night. That struck a nerve hard…so what if he was gone… she was his…not Edward’s.

“So?” His voice was half-asses, he honestly didn’t care where Edward had run off to…Pegasus could handle himself, and it was more than possible he had just been called off on another job, he couldn’t tell her about that. He also knew Cross didn’t honestly care, not anymore.

“So? What do you mean so? What if something’s gotten him?” She pushed her way into Cross’s arms, he was sitting shirtless on their bed, sighing softly to himself as she broke down into tears in his arms. He had seen her like this one other time before in his life, and that too had something to do with Edward. He let out a sigh again, gently petting her too long blond hair.

Once their love had been wonderful, once they had talked of starting a family together, once they had even talked seriously about Cross dropping his job as a hunter; lately, however, Cross had just grown to feel more and more like an Edward surrogate.

He was no longer, however, the bony 16 year old the 18 year old Elizabeth had accepted. He no longer looked anything like Edward. He wasn’t much taller, but he was far larger. He was stronger. His face was harder, and he actually grew facial hair without any effort. He also couldn’t stand letting his hair grow long and kept it very short. He was also tanned and his hair was black and his eyes were such a dark brown they too could pass as black. He had also picked up an accent. Edward didn’t have an accent.

Yet, he still loved her more than life itself…and he still hated to see her cry, so a part of him was actually furious with Edward for leaving them like this, even if it did only upset Elizabeth. She loved that horse-boy… she loved him more than life itself.

That was the last night he ever saw Elizabeth blush or laugh or blink or breath…the last time he ever kissed her, ever felt the warmth in her body…the last night she ever lived.

He would never forgive that horse…not as long as he lived…

That life ended…and he found Pegasus again, this time in a stranger new world, with computers and cars and airplanes…and new guns…better guns…amazing guns. He also found Pegasus’s new project…a young girl by the name of Felicia…


He felt his fist impact stone as his right hand flew out to nail Kuro on the chin, the horse boy never moved, and Cross snarled out impatiently; he hated fighting without weapons, especially this cold hard bastard. He was younger now; he only looked about 17 at oldest, but his hair was still longer than his shoulders, white, and always tied up. He also had those same blank pale blue eyes.

He pulled his arm back again to swing harder, his large muscles bulging. He let the band snap in his control, and he ended up hitting empty air, Kuro standing on the other side of him sighing slightly to himself. He fell against the nothingness and collapsed to his knees, panting to catch his breath.

“What are you doing here?” Kuro’s voice was cold, blank…and he would be like this to everyone until Flick woke in the hospital a year and a half later…at this point she was at school waiting for the bell to ring to go to the football game with him.

“I followed a blood sucker here, the bastard got away…kept mumbling something about a new mirror.” He spoke out in panted gasps; wiping the sweat from his forehead before pushing himself to his feet and rolling his shoulders.

“Flick…” Kuro growled quietly to himself and ignored Cross’s questioning glances and glare. “Listen, I don’t have time for this. Stay out of my way.” With that Kuro turned his back on the enraged Cross and began to walk away.

“You killed her!” Cross nearly snarled after him, his fist clenched on either side of his body, shacking. Kuro froze in his step but didn’t turn…he simply muttered just loud enough for Cross to hear.

“She killed herself…and that was so long ago I don’t even remember all the details…”

“So that’s it then!? Oh well!? A big oops!!?” He nearly cried out at him, his rage causing his entire body to shake.

“Firstly, my old friend…she killed herself…secondly, this one is more important.” He began to walk away, freezing and nearly killing Cross right then at this next comment.

“So that’s all this is to you? A huge job, once you’re done with this one I’m sure you’ll let her die too!” Cross’s voice was cut short…his yell becoming quiet until he was silent…stunned at Kuro’s reaction. Kuro had turned towards him, biting down on his lower lip. His face was flushed red with anger; his fists clenched on either side of him…his nails digging into his palms…

Kuro was ready to scream at him, to tear him to shred for that lost comment…but he decided better of it, and with a single deep breath turned and finished walking away from him, leaving Cross in silence.


I hated Flick right away. She was weak, and she was the reason Elizabeth was dead now. She was what dragged Edward/Kuro/Pegasus away…and that was the reason Elizabeth took her own life, against everything she had been taught growing up. I even openly hated her. I refused to acknowledge her humanity, she wasn’t human…not that creature.

Yet I see the way she watches me when I speak… I see the way her mind pricks up at my voice…the way her ears wrap around the accent only she seems to notice, and the way she devours in… every moment of it. Never does she actually hear what I say, or else she’d despise me… no… but she knows my voice better than Elizabeth ever would have.

I hate her even more for that…for being everything Elizabeth wasn’t without even trying. She even has her blue eyes…only they are different… her blue eyes are so alive, so perfect, so knowing. Elizabeth’s were just beautiful; there was nothing else there but stunning beauty. Flick has all that a more…

I despise her for those eyes. I despise her for those full red lips, the ones that curve in a slight smile every time I speak. I can insult her and she’d still smile at me with those perfect red lips…those lips that beg to be touched… I despise that creature for that! I despise every part of her!


I prepare my gun, watching her eyes carefully for any sign of her losing control…the moment they turn a full red she’s gone. I’ve already sworn I’d kill her without hesitation…

I step closer, my gun raised at her, ignoring everything around me except for her blood red, all knowing, perfect eyes. My entire body is trembling now…but why? I despise her… I want her dead… I’ve imagined this moment in my life every night since I’ve met her… yet here I am… trembling…

I can hear Kuro screaming at her to stop now; his voice dry and rough from trying…his throat must be killing him…and yet he won’t give up…all for this child. This child; this horrid creature with the perfect eyes and lips…

I can see now that her shirt has been torn quiet a lot; exposing the top of her left breast and torn completely away from under the right breast. Her pants are also torn horridly. She had obviously been in one hell of a dog fight with this headless creature before her. I force myself to focus on the red eyes… those red eyes mean she is uncontrollable…dangerous… something I must kill to satisfy my job.

Kuro is nearly crying for her now, begging…screaming… he’s screaming her name over and over and over, her nickname over and over and over, she doesn’t flinch. She obviously hears nothing. I obviously have no choice, I must kill her.

I aim, and feel my hand shaking…I quickly shake it off… I swallow hard; my throat is parched and dry… I can feel sweat building up on my forehead.

Oh god… all I can think of is her smiling face, those perfect red lips pulled up in that tiny smile thanks to my voice; my accent. All I can hear now in her laughing, that perfect ringing laughing that sends chills through my spine every time.

I force myself to swallow again and feel the trigger with my finger… I’ll count down from ten and at one I’ll fire… I have it aimed at her chest… only one shot and it’ll be all over… I HAVE to shot now so we can get Eric to the hospital…I have to...
Ten…
Nine…
…Eight…
Seven
Six
Five
Four….
Three…
…….two…..


The gun falls slowly and lands gently on the ground at Cross’s feet, his arms hang limply at his sides…his lips form soundless words…mouthing the words and repeating them silently to himself in his head before speaking..

“Felicia…” He listens to himself… the accent there…but his voice to quiet…

“Felicia please…” He speaks a little louder now… his words almost shaking… He sees her mind perk up…and Dave’s torn body goes slightly limp… Oh my god…. It is actually working…

“Please Felicia.” He speaks in a low talking voice now, and she freezes…she doesn’t shift, she doesn’t move…she’s listening…

He can feel tears building up in his eyes…they won’t spill over now…but he can feel them. He forces his eyes shut and prepares himself to scream out her name, and then run to her when she passes out… he knows… he just knows it’s going to work.

“Flick, stop!!!” He screams her name, the first time ever using her chosen name…

Her face instantly snaps to his…her eyes slowly fading from red to blue… she has tears spilling down her cheeks now, and Dave’s body lies limp on the ground in front of him. She smiles a tiny smile at him for a second, and then everything in her world goes dark.

He manages to make it to her side before she hits the ground, and he clings to her in his arms, letting himself sit down and hold her in his lap.


I’ve never noticed before… but she really is quite warm…

Growing Up – Part Two
High School – Year Two
Christmas Bloodshed

The day started up like any other; but this would also be a second changing point in her life, another changing point of many that were to come in their lives together. The car ride over was boring, and she was hurt by the fact Kuro was oddly quiet the entire time; but she was happy about the fact that he would be staying in the pool house only feet away from where she would be staying.

They pulled into the driveway, and when he kissed her cheek good bye she couldn’t stop herself from blushing. She waved to him goodbye and headed in with her bag to her three days of hell; she knew they would be hell, but she wouldn’t let anyone else know.

The first person to greet her was her favorite female in the entire world, Lizzy, the little 15 year old who was like her little sister now, even after only a year of their parents being together. She was a beautiful little blond haired girl who would never grow any taller than five foot exactly, which made the five foot two Flick feel tall for once. While her eyes were a muddy brown they still did nothing to dampen her beauty.

She nearly jumped onto Flick when she entered the home; her arms wrapping around her new older sister’s neck. “Flick! Pa!! Flick is here finally!” She jumped in spot a few times with her arms still around Flick and instantly went still as her father stepped into the hallway.

He was a large man at six feet exactly, and he had to weigh at least the same as a large bull; yet he wasn’t fat in any way at all, he simply made Cross look tiny in comparison. He was also a gruff older man who was at least fifty something; making Alice, 42, look young. He was balding rather badly with only a crown of black hair left around the bald spot. His eyes were also an inhuman green; Alice said she had fallen madly in love with those first. They stared into your soul the same way Flick’s did; only darker. They begged to crush it.

He nodded once towards Flick then pushed his way past his oldest daughter and his new wife, Alice, to head back into the living room and drop himself back into his large chair in front of the television. His oldest daughter, Mary, simply looked like a less attractive older version of her younger sister; and she was 26 years old and only here visiting like Flick was; she was married to an Irish man and lived up in New York. She was also four months pregnant.

Alice quickly got to Flick the moment Lizzy let her go to follow her older sister back to their shared bed room. She wrapped her arms carefully around Flick, and Flick had to keep herself from tearing through the wall to rip her ‘step-father’s’ head off when she knew it wasn’t because Alice was scared to hurt her.

“I’m so glad you came, this time will be different, you’ll see.” Alice’s voice was calm and quiet for the first time ever, flick had never heard her speak so carefully before, like she was terrified to step in the wrong spot on an extremely thin layer of ice. She probably was…

“You know I wouldn’t miss a chance to see you for anything…” Flick felt the lie in her throat, and had to hold it back. She honestly wouldn’t miss a chance to see Dave in there step in the wrong spot with her; then she could save Alice and his daughters for good.


They ate dinner silently that night, and Dave only screamed at them about five times; Flick lost count but knew that normally he was worse. The girls said nothing, and stared at the table while they ate, Dave sitting at the head of the table with Alice on his right side. He talked too loudly about things they had to pretend to be interested in, and he laughed even louder than that, he didn’t seem to mind it when none of them laughed back with him.

Dinner ended on a fine note, not good; but not bad, and that was all that mattered. Dave left the girls to clean while he returned to watching TV, screaming at the screen whenever something happened that shouldn’t have. None of them dared speak to each other and cleaned the table in silence. The moment it was clean Lizzy took Flick upstairs and to her room, where the silence was finally broken.

Lizzy listened overly interestedly as Flick spoke of the ‘men’ in her life; leaving Cross out for a reason she couldn’t point. Lizzy said Eric sounded like a good friend; and Kuro like a great big-brother figure, while poor Chris seemed to be the odd sheep out. Amazingly, she had gathered all this just for the human parts of Flick’s life, and Flick agreed.

After Flick was done explaining the past year of her life Lizzy added in hers. She had gone off and gotten a boyfriend in the big city where she lived with her Mom; she also made sure that Flick understood that if Dave ever found out they’d all be killed. Flick didn’t doubt this at all, but simply nodded her head. Then Liz brought up a topic Flick had never thought about before.

“So, what about you, any boys catch your eye?” She giggled, and kept her voice hushed so their conversation wouldn’t be heard.

Flick was quiet for a moment; actually have to consider this question for a moment. She had never actually pondered this before; she had never needed to or thought it important. She didn’t think about marriage ever, and knew she could never date a human; that would simply be dragging him into this mess of her life, something Chris wasn’t even supposed to be involved in.

“None…I guess. Dating isn’t…important at this moment.” She laughed nervously and watched Lizzy face, which dropped in a ‘No Way!’ expression before she nearly fell off the bed. She would have if it wasn’t for the wall she was leaning against now.

“No way! You hang out with those two older boys and you still haven’t found anyone!?” She had spoken louder than she meant to, and locked her hand over her mouth to silence the room before she was satisfied her father was still downstairs.

“Well… Eric has been with me since second grade, and Kuro is too…old?” She couldn’t find the words to describe why she wasn’t interested in Kuro, because in all honesty she would ‘be with him’ if it ever became a necessity. She just didn’t imagine Pegasus, a creature who had been alive long enough to see both world wars, to be interested in a mortal; someone who would age and pass away like all the others.

“He’s only twenty…” Liz responded quietly and slowly, as if she was letting the age register in her mind before she let out a silent giggle. Twenty, alright, so he was old now; but what about after high school. She took a quick glance over Flick, the innocent young woman sitting before her with the dark blue eyes that just screamed lifetimes… maybe she wouldn’t ever settle down.

Flick sighed, listening to her own thoughts as they rambled on through the silence. She had never realized how young she was compared to the rest of the group. Chris was even a few months older than her, even though he too was only 16 right now. Eric was a year older than both of them, at 17. Kuro was already 20, according to all the mortals who knew it; and Cross…Cross was the oldest at 22.

She sighed, doing the math in her head and calculating all their birthdays; it wasn’t a conversation ever spoken of, since only Chris felt the need to celebrate his birthday. Kuro’s birthday was first in the year, January 2nd; of course his year changed every time he started over a new life, so Flick never learned. Cross’s birthday was next, April something; it was either the 13th or 23rd she could never remember. Then it was Chris’s on the 30th exactly of April, he would never let anyone go without memorizing it. Then it was hers, July 18th. Finally, it was Eric’s; October 26th.

She ran through the dates and months on her fingers; Kuro would be 21, Cross would be 23, Chris and her would be 17, and Eric would be 18. They were all getting older, and yet she still felt like the baby. School had also been ‘fixed’ so that everyone was in their respective grades. This was fixed thanks to a text that they all took to get them back on schedule. Starting this upcoming semester Kuro would be done with school, Eric would be a senior, and she and Chris would be juniors. So the test had done nothing but put her in advanced placement classes and put Eric with the rest of his age group, and let Kuro finish.

She sighed; it was all so confusing and school was the last thing any of them worried about anymore. She just knew that if it wasn’t for Kuro convincing her to purposely get some of the questions wrong she’d be done with school just as he was. He said it would be too suspicious, and that they had to wait for Eric at least to graduate.

Lizzy was becoming impatient with the silence, and she was the first to speak; her voice ringing in beauty, not as pretty as Flick’s according to anyone else, but Flick enjoyed listening to her talk. She was not only 15, but happily ignorant of anything but the mortal realm. If it wasn’t for Kuro, Flick would have happily lived as a human girl.

“Why are you being so quiet, Flick? It looks like something is bothering you.” She spoke quietly; Flick must have really looked worried about something. This brought a quick smile to Flick’s lips, and she shook her head gently.

“No no, I was just going over all our ages in our head. It’s shocking that I’m the youngest.” She laughed slightly to herself, an angelic sound that left Lizzy speechless for a few moments.

They spoke the rest of the night of random things, and for a good night Flick enjoyed the ease of being a normal female human teenager. It lasted well into the morning; until the door bell went off, and Dave went to answer. It was silent downstairs while everyone listened, Flick could feel everyone listening; especially when Dave’s thanks shot out in his hard angry voice and the door slammed; so hard she was personally surprised it didn’t shatter that side of the home.

“LIZZY MARIE!” His voice boomed, and Flick glanced towards her step-sister just long enough to catch the dread in her eyes. She knew what had come in the mail that day, and knew that her biggest secret had been spoiled. Flick felt her skin crawl as she watched the young teenager stand; wearing nothing but her pink pajama pants and matching pink pajama long-sleeved shirt.

Flick mouthed a ‘be carefully’ and watched even more helplessly as the teenager left the room, and nearly stumbled downstairs. The moment her body had disappeared from view into the hallway Alice and Mary slipped into the bed room. They were both fully dressed now, and gave one dread filled look towards Flick before motioning her to join them.

Flick took no time getting dressed; she threw on her clothes after stripping as quickly as humanly possible, mindless to the fact the other two women stood there waiting for her. She met them in the doorway, and saw that Mary’s eyes were red; she was trying not to cry. Everyone knew what was coming soon, and everyone knew that it would be even more dangerous to try and stop him.


Before Lizzy even made it down the stairs she was taken by her long beautiful blond hair and torn down the last four steps. There her massive father held her against his face; glaring down at the fragile mortal. No one would ever tell his daughters the truth, of how he hadn’t been their real father. Of course he wasn’t, or else they too would have some wolf demon blood in them. He had met their mother when Mary was still only 10 and pregnant with Liz; their father had died merely months before. Their mother had fallen for his eyes as well; but unlike Alice she knew when to run. It was only too bad he had connections in the law, a blood thirsty half blood had to.

He snarled at her, his left hand entangled in her hair; and the look of pain on her face was so great it was a wonder how her will not to cry out kept so intact. He threw her against the wall; her left shoulder cracking on impact, at that she let out a soft whimper. He turned his back to her to bring out a tiny box. It was a tiny box covered in black felt, and he snapped it open breaking the top off to show her the inside.

She felt her mouth drop at the sight of the golden chained necklace. The pendant was made of two golden hearts welded together, each heart with a name on it; John on one heart, and her own on the other. The moment it clicked in her mind to what had happened it was too late; she didn’t even had time to register the pain in her limp jaw, or the fact that the entire right side of her body had suddenly gone numb which everything else went black.

Flick had reached it to the hall in front of the other two, and had gotten there just in time to see Dave backhand Liz so hard that Lizzy’s body had skidded across the ground a good two feet before her head crashed into the front door; cracking the glass. Her body had instantly gone limp on impact; her left arm twisted in an inhuman way behind her body. Her elbow was bent the wrong way, and her shoulder was obviously broken while her arm was obviously disconnected. The thing, however, that Flick noticed first were Lizzy’s open eyes, which had rolled into the back of her head and were beginning to bleed; joining the blood which dripped slowly out of her open mouth; her jaw split at the chin from the impact of his hand. She felt a strange tension build in her chest; and an all too familiar tension grow in the air around her.

Dave looked over Lizzy’s limp body, and bent over by her to grab her once again by her hair; this he did rougher than the way a child would hold their battered rag doll. He twisted her body quickly; the sound of her spine cracking sending a new rave of fury through Flick as she watched. He pulled her then through the tiny hallway into the living room, ignoring Flick and the two other women completely as he disappeared behind the stairway and into the other room.

Alice waited till he was gone and began to pull Flick down the stairs; she refused to budge and she silently pleaded with her adopted daughter while Mary pushed her way past them. They had to run now, she reasoned, before he came back and killed them all. If he knew Flick had seen everything he would kill them all. Please, please, she begged over and over. Flick’s eyes narrowed…

Finally she pushed her way past Alice and then Mary who had watched their exchange from the bottom of the stairs, her eyes trying desperately to convince Flick. At first they both seemed happy, Flick was walking down the stairs on her own now, maybe she was ready to run; and then Flick turned sharply at the edge of the stairs and began down the tiny hall. She wouldn’t run, not being watching that man suffer.

In the living room Dave had dropped Lizzy’s still living but limp body on the couch. He stared over her limp body lovingly, and noticed that her eyes were no longer in the back of her head; but that her pupils had enlarged and that blood was crusted along the outsides of her eyelids. She had dried blood in the crease of her lips and trailed down her chin. Her jaw hung open uselessly, broken in more spots than one. He smiled almost lovely at her, and bent over as if to kiss her…his teeth locking around her lower lip before tearing his head away to rip it clean from her face. He managed to tear off more than just her lip, and her broken jaw hung there only connected by torn muscle. He stood up to turn towards Flick; blood overflowing his mouth as he chewed the girl’s lip and flesh before swallowing.

It wasn’t even a decent piece of human meat, but it was enough to light his desire to devour her. He watched Flick emotionlessly as he chewed and swallowed; she stared back almost equally emotionless now. Her eyes burned, and he grinned the moment he felt the tension in the room grow. So, this was ‘that’ Felicia he had heard so much of. He was looking forward to a battle, although he feared without that horse and hunter by her side it wouldn’t be so much of a fight.

That was when they were both snapped out of their staring contest by the sound of a gun being cocked. Flick didn’t even have to turn to see Alice in the reflection of Dave’s eyes; her mind screamed at her.

No…No….No damn it Run!

Her voice mentally screamed, but her mouth was incapable of saying anything; her lips twisted back from her mouth in a silent snarl, and she prepared herself to run at Dave before he made a move…then he was gone, and she heard Alice whimper behind her. She turned quickly, her eyes blurring the scenery around her to see Dave holding the tip of the gun at Alice’s head, his newly clawed left hand locked tightly around her neck, already drawing blood.

“Let her go.” She was surprised by her own voice; by how quickly and smoothly her words slipped out of her lips, yet it was her voice. Perfect and laced with command…but he didn’t shift, he simply grinned at her, his face darker and his teeth sharper. He wanted to see everything she was capable of.

Flick didn’t let her eyes give her away…she kept her eyes straight at Dave, silently watching as Mary crept up behind him with a bat in her hands. It wouldn’t kill him, or even hurt him that badly in all honesty, but it would allow her time to pull them away… She watched silently as Mary slowly rose the bat, closed her eyes, and she heard the swing and the sound of metal against metal. She was right, he didn’t appear hurt, but he did drop the gun and shriek away from Alice to hold himself up against the wall and shake his vision back into place.

Flick took the five seconds to help Mary pull Alice and run with them into the farthest room in the back of the house, the master bedroom. She didn’t spend any time to even think about Liz; who was grabbing blankly at her missing bottom lip with her right hand while tears streamed down her face. Her entire body was still numbed, and she could comprehend anything she was seeing, and her finger tips were bloody and her lip gone and she couldn’t move.

The moment Dave recollected himself he re-gathered the shot gun and stalked over to Liz. He locked his right hand around her right wrist, twisted quickly to snap the bones of her arm and dragged her into the master bed room; they had nowhere to run and the three women were pushed against the back wall as he stepped into the room and threw Liz to the ground in front of him. He watched the girls closely and with a morbid fascination as they stared at Liz; all but Flick who was still glaring silently back at him with those deadly eyes.

He carefully aligned his foot up with his youngest daughter’s chest, and stepped. The crushing sound was horrid, and everyone in the room cringed and let out a cry; everyone except for him and Flick. He continued to push down, Lizzy’s stomach stretching and popping to release the wave of entrails and blood which spilled out on either side of his foot. Flick had glanced down at her just long enough to watch her chest rise and fall for a finally moment, and then returned her eyes to Dave…that was when he noticed they had a tiny bit of red tint to them now.

So there was more to her then…he grinned to himself; he wanted to see just how much more of her there was. He got as close to Lizzy’s face with the gun as possible, letting the cool metal end rest against her cheek. He locked his eyes on Flick, blocking out the other two crying women to watch her eyes narrow on his. He pulled the trigger, and the gun went off. Everyone in the room jumped and began to cry openly, everyone except for him and Flick. Her eyes had grown darker, but only he and other immortals would be able to tell.

He was so engrossed in her changing eye color that he didn’t notice the splash of blood he now had on his hand nor did he notice the splattered blood and guts now on the floor and wall.
Meer seconds passed, and there was a thud on the back door behind him; a cracking sound and the door came crashing into the room. Kuro stood there panting, looking at the gruesome scene before him. Dave noticed first how Flick’s eyes instantly softened the moment the door broke in behind him, and how the color faded completely back to blue, and how her hardened features had softened. Fear covered her expression now, and he became enraged. He was so close!

He turned quickly, letting his right arm swing with the gun till he was pointing at the white haired older teen; his arm easily holding the shot gun up by itself. His lips curled back from his teeth in a sickly grin, and he felt his anger grow as the boy grinned back at him; so angry he ignored the obvious scent of the well-hidden Pegasus.

“So much for Happy Holidays…” He muttered before letting the trigger pull back. The gunshot was loud, louder than all the others, and Flick felt her entire body pulse as she saw Kuro shot at pointblank and fall back.

Before Kuro could stand up again and get the half-breed outside Flick had lunged at him; pulling away from Alice and Mary with almost too much strength, they were both huddled against the wall watching the scene unfold before them in complete horror. Kuro pulled himself down against the door he had fallen onto so he could dodge Dave as his body fell and rolled onto the other side of the room; Flick clinging to him like a mad dog.

Kuro pushed himself up quickly, and turned to the other two women; whose faces of horror only grew as they saw that the should be corpse was sitting up and watching them with nothing to show for it except for a bloody hole above his right eye that was healing even before their eyes. Alice had to hold Mary up now, who was obviously about to pass out. Kuro was snapped out of watching their exasperated faces by the sound of snarling; a horrid awful gut-churning sound that sounded exactly like two wild dogs going at it. The scene he saw reminded him horrible of how Flick had changed after the vampire attack that left her passed out in the hospital; how she had drained of color, how her blood had thinned, how she had grown fangs that showed up again when she had gone up against the female vampire, and how she had gone so cold. She had become vampire like…

Here she was facing off with this half wolf demon man fighting in the exact same style as he was, and actually holding her own.

When Dave had shot at Kuro Flick had lost all control of her being; her hands had clenched into claws and she felt her teeth grow sharper in her mouth. She felt her body becoming stronger and she lunged at Dave with her entire arsenal of weapons aimed for his jugular; her newly formed claws and fangs. She had hit his body hard, expecting it to stop her the way the male vampire’s body did; instead it went quiet easily with her across the ground, barely missing Kuro’s body. They had hit the ground with her on top of him, and she instantly went in to crush her jaw against his throat only to be forced off of him. That was when the snarling and fighting began and that was when she lost herself in it. Every once in a while she would feel a sharp pain across her chest, tearing her shirt, or across her legs, tearing her jeans, and every once in a while she would feel skin collect under her nails or taste blood in her mouth.

The two of them were fighting like dogs for almost too long, and when Kuro finally regained his feet he stumbled for the gun, aimed at nothing, and shot; once, twice, three times, a few times more. Dave got to his feet and stood there a moment looking stupidly at Kuro. Flick got to her feet a mere foot in front of him, and managed to throw herself at him with enough strength to force him through the wall next to the door. Dave let out a scream as his mass broke through the side wall, and they went tumbling together down the slight hill towards the lake; stopping mere feet away from the water.

Kuro yelled at the other two to stay there and ran after them. Mary and Alice both collapsed into sitting positions against the wall and cried against each other, making Kuro’s command rather stupid and pointless.

Eric stumbled into the house the moment Flick forced Dave outside and he quickly followed the trail of blood out to where they were, he too paid no attention to the two crying mortals and found Kuro outside.

“What the hell is going on!?” His voice cracked on his question, and he was answered quickly as his eyes found the fight going on near the lake.

“Holy shit! She’s going to get murdered!! Kuro!! Do something!!!” He screamed at Kuro, feeling his entire body shake as he searched frantically for the pistol that he kept attached to his belts during calls like this. The normally easy to remove weapon found itself stuck to his pants, and he whimpered in desperation to try to get it out; the idiot simply pulling the wrong way in stress.

“I’m trying to figure it out…” Kuro’s voice choked off, and this allowed Eric enough time to remove the weapon calmly; Kuro sounded worried…and this brought Eric from his panic for a moment… Kuro was worried…Oh god!

Eric’s mind snapped like a rubber band and he took off down the hill, leaving Kuro screaming for him. He loaded the gun while he ran towards the two fighting bodies; cocked the gun, took aim the second the two separated to prepare to lunge back into the battle in hopes of gaining ground, and shot. He locked his legs under him and came to a sitting position on the damp grass to keep his aim steady, he shot again, and again, and again until all that came from his gun was a clicking sound.

Two of the shots had landed themselves in Dave’s left shoulder, and his arm went numb as the poisoned bullets did their job. They weren’t enough though, and Eric saw this as he turned to glare at the gun holder…the bastard who had shot him. It was enough to calm Flick down enough to allow herself to turn and see Eric, and then Kuro…the sight of him instantly brought her back to reality, and Kuro caught sight of her red eyes for only a second before they went blue, and a smile pushed onto her lips…he was okay…

Then her mind registered a scream; a blood curdling, gut retching, male scream, and then bones cracking…and silence… She felt her body go limp, and her world locked into slow motion around her. She turned her head to see Eric being held up by his right wrist by Dave…whose body had morphed into some awful looking creature. His body was covered thinly in thick black hair. His mouth was elongated like a wolf, yet still human like; and he was larger, much larger…at least seven feet now, but unable to stand up straight, his knees bent as if he would be much more comfortable on all fours. His jeans were torn, exposing a large, fluffy and black wolf-like tail. His ears were elongated like his jaw, and the furriest part of him.

He held Eric up very close to his face. Eric’s right arm was dislocated, and the rest of his body was limp. His left leg was twisted at the thigh; it had been stepped on and crushed, the bone sticking out through the skin, blood dripping down his leg. All up and down the leg were various claw marks, deep wounds in his flesh that even went down to the bone at times. His knee had been completed chewed off. Eric’s head hung back limply, his eyes rolled into the back of his head. Dave sniffed all too interestedly at his throat.

Kuro watched the scene from the house with horror and pain etched into his face…Cross stood emotionless next to him, holding him back. He knew that if they intervened now Eric would have his neck snapped and there would be no way to save him. This had turned into Flick’s battle…and everyone wanted to see how she would handle it.

The tension in the air grew so think around everyone that even Cross noticed it…it had almost become hard to breath. He watched Flick closely…noticing that for the first time ever…her eyes remained that perfect dark blue…

The wind picked up around her, and Dave stopped just inches away from biting into Eric’s neck; the wind ruffling his fur. Cross never took his eyes off her….the second this got out of hand he would shot, he had his gun ready just for that.

The wind picked up, this time solely around her and Dave; and he noticed it right away. He dropped Eric carelessly, Eric’s body falling limp against the ground; his eyes finally closed. The wind beat against Dave’s body, and he turned slowly to face whatever creature Flick had become now.

Flick stood there; her dark blue eyes empty of emotion, the wind around them beating her slightly longer than shoulder length black hair against her face and shoulders. The water behind her stirred and she locked her eyes on Dave’s; he instantly felt the connection, his skin crawling and the blood under his flesh beginning to twist and pull. He couldn’t breathe, his chest grew heavy, his heart struggled to pump; and it was all her.

She felt this power as his body became helpless in her own; ignorant now of the power she had for that moment over the wind and water behind her, and the moment she became ignorant of it the wind froze and the water calmed, all of her attention going into bringing him to his knees. To make him scream; her eyes tinted red.

Cross saw this, and prepared his gun, he would wait until it was absolutely out of control; and then he would shot. He growled to himself, and felt Kuro tense against his hand, his own hand still locked on his shoulder… Kuro knew what they were waiting for, and was watching for the signs too.

Flick began to raise her right hand slowly towards Dave; feeling the wonderful pleasure of the strings wrap around her hand, causing the tension between her and Dave’s flesh, his eyes widened….he felt it too. This brought a grin to her lips, and her eyes darkened slightly in color. There was still blue…she was still in control…he wouldn’t shoot yet.

Dave’s body was pulled to the ground, he struggled against it; and Flick’s hand tensed as she brought him to his knees. He could feel his skin blistering as he fought against the mental strings. He could feel his blood mold to her command and solidify in his veins.

She felt it too, and her lips pulled back from her teeth in a smile; exposing the large fangs that had shown up the last time this happened to her. She felt the power consume her, and she wanted it to consume her. She wasn’t a child here, with this full grown half demon bowing to her. She wanted to make him scream, and twisted her fingers slightly to make him cry out in agony; her eyes almost fully red now. She was unaware of the gun Cross had pointed at her; and Cross took a silent step past Kuro to better aim. Kuro didn’t stop him… he would try to stop Flick first.

Dave felt his heart stop and begin to ache in his chest, the blood filling the muscle in his chest until he screamed out in pain. It was unbearable, it felt as if it was about to burst. He clawed at the ground in a desperate attempt to get it to stop. His eyes begged her…please…please make it stop…please…

She heard loud and clear, and the pain intensified…

“Not until you scream louder…” Her voice was darker…beautiful but darker…she loved this new voice…it made her feel so much stronger than everyone else…and in all reality she was…she was so much stronger than all of these people! Mortals would bow to her; immortals would bow to her!

Dave screamed as his head popped back; his neck cracking and twisting around completely on top of his shoulders. This silenced his scream immediately, and even though his body should have fallen limp at that moment Flick kept it up, tearing his back slowly; just to watch it tear and just to watch the blood spill into the ground. Her eyes had gone completely red now; and she was oblivious to Kuro’s cries for her to stop…and to Cross as he walked somberly towards her; his weapon ready.

He swallowed hard, and cocked the gun; aiming directly for her chest, a shot that would kill her instantly. He felt his hands shake and he shock it off quietly, knowing he had to shot now and get it over with. Even Kuro was incapable of stopping her now, and he was on his knees crying for her at this moment. His world went silent, his mind seeing her face in his head…watching him as he spoke…as if he hadn’t noticed the way she watched him…

He swallowed again, lowered the gun for a second…and then took straight aim on her chest… It had to be done…she had to be killed now…as he had known she also had to… A creature such as her shouldn’t exist in this world… She was too dangerous…

Yet there she was in his mind… laughing and smiling and watching him with her large perfect blue eyes…

He felt the trigger softly with his index finger…