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Hi, my name is Death
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 | Blood Stains and Shattered Dreams-1 |
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 4.86 with 7 vote(s)
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| Created: 2009-01-10 00:40:18 |
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A/N: Yeah...as you can see Death has been turned into a female. I tried male but you have NO idea just how-ahem-stupid, it looked. So we're sticking to female but I think that might make it funner to write. More innocence...more betrayal.
Anyway; a super larger HUGE thank you to Xx_Pixie_Dust_Dispenser_xX for donating the title. Pathetically enough I couldn't think of anything but Bloody Walls which looks like Fluffy Kittens and Happy Dreams next to the kick ar'se title she gave me. Thanks again! Also a big thanks to the people who donated me characters. I'm going to be entering them one at time. The first characters that I am introducing to you are Rory (TW's) and Willow (Rina's). These are Death's servants which is why I'm introducing them first. Sort of important. Lol!
I hate how she's a girl now. I still wish it were male. Anyway...enough of my rambling.
Oh! One more thing. Though it only mentions her once down at the end a big thank you to Emo_Girl_123456 for donating her to me. I love her muchly and she is Death's first victim. Sweet.
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Okay. I'm seriously through now. Enjoy.
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Innocence. Everything about Death screams sweetness, innocence, beauty...and pain. The only thing that betrays the truth of Death is her eyes-blood red and cold. Cold as ice.
Yet Death can feel. Death feels what her prey is feeling.
Death lives off the fear, and the pain. Oh the glorious feeding! Death doesn't need a scythe. Why does she? Her very presence scares the wits out of people-once they see her eyes.
Nobody but the dying can see Death. Is that why she stalks her prey? Calling their name softly as she gets into hearing range. Is that why she laughs softly and runs smoothly after them when they pick up their pace? Is that way she thrills at the sight of blood stains and laughs at shattered dreams? No; Death isn't that cold and unfeeling. Death cares for her prey. She cares more for them then anybody else. Death would caress them and treat them as her own if she could. Death loves her pray...loves them with her whole heart.
Well; if she HAD a heart she would.
Death slips through the shadows as she stalks her new victim. She breaths in the deep alley smell; finally waking up. How long has she been standing still waiting? About three years now? Death felt the pull of her muscles as she quickly and silently slipped through the shadows; whispering the name of her prey.
"Death?"
What? What was the boy doing here? What was he doing here NOW? Hadn't she been very careful to give him and the girl specific directions to STAY BACK?
Death spun around; her red eyes flashing.
"What is it Rory?" she hissed.
"Willow said you forgot the scythe." Rory said; his silver eyes wide with fright.
Death glared at him and Rory ducked his head. Death watched as his knotted dark brown hair flopped around and changed colors as the people passing by blocked out the light. Hm, how skinny he was. Had Death been feeding him lately?
Oh-how silly of her. He's dead as well.
"Tell Willow to stay out of my business," Death said coldly, "I think I know when to bring my scythe and when not to. Now, thanks to you, I have to go hunt down the prey AGAIN. I've been looking for her for three years! Its become an obsession, Rory. I can not wait much longer for this new meat...prey. I need a new soul. Now go on. Go help Willow clean."
Death turned to walk away but Rory said,
"May I come with you?"
Death turned slowly back around. She stared at Rory. It wasn't to be mean- just to see if she thought he was ready for it.
Rory dropped his gaze.
"No. Not this time. Go home." Death ordered.
Rory muttered,
"Willow came with me. She brought the scythe."
Death turned her sharp red eyes to the darkest corner of the alley. Yes; there stood Willow.
Death stared at the hourglass shaped blond. Her green eyes were damp. Again. She always seemed to have just got through crying. This annoyed Death. Death couldn't cry anymore....
"What are you two doing here? Didn't I tell you to stay at home? Do you know how annoying it is to have my servants with me? Go home! The White Women will make fun of me again if they see you here. I remember all to well what happened last time." Death snapped.
Rory flushed a little as all three got lost in their memories.
"We just wanted to make sure you didn't want the scythe." Rory muttered, turning to go.
"No. When I get home I want the bed chamber for the new victim to be nice and clean. No need to scare the girl out of her wits. Did you hear me Willow?" Death shot at the girl.
She nodded quickly, before turning and running back the way she came; gliding through the solid brick wall. Rory stayed where he was.
"No Rory. Go." Death snarled.
Rory turned and left without a word.
Death sighed and picked up the scythe off the ground. The sunlight caught it as she turned around in her cloak. In a whirl of black fabric she was gone whispering the name of her victim,
"Emma Grabrielle Kelam..." |
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