Inspiration? Monster bởi Imagine Những câu chuyện về rồng

Does it hurt? Yes..
Does it mock me? Yes..
Does it scare people? Yes..
Does it hurt people? Yes..
Does it cause pain? Yes..
Does it want her? Yes..
Does it want to hurt her? Yes..
Will I let it? Never..

This thing doesn't want me to love, its selfish. Blade. I'd kill it before it touches her. She makes it angry, uncomfortable, envious. If I gave it a chance, which I never will, it would kill her, rip her apart, and leave nothing left. She's scared, though she says she's not. I can feel the fear deep within her; I wish she wasn't, but it is glad she's afraid. This piece of darkness, it, doesn't belong to me, no, I belong to it.

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Legs rested on a coffee bàn as their body sat on a couch. Blue eyes scanned the lines of the book for the fifth time. Chopping sounded from the small apartment kitchen. A voice called,"Garlic?" which was answered with,"Aren't bạn not suppose to have that?"
"So you're following the stereotypes, too?"
"What, I just assumed-"
"I might just poison your thực phẩm with some Love-Potion so bạn and Tyler can have 'alone time' again.."
"Wha!" A blush ran across the face of the reader.
"So.. Garlic?"
"Yes.." A growl replied as the holder closed the book and laid it on the table; then hunching over and flipping through the channels. Blonde covered blue which came with a hiss of annoyance as the hair was brushed back. Some hiển thị about vampire's was on and the watcher groaned in disgust, instinctively. The blonde was ignoring the series, distracted bởi the wondrous smell coming from the kitchen, but suddenly was whipped back into reality eyes and ears alert and focused on the television.

"Aren't bạn tired..of not being accepted..?"
"No...I'm fine.."
"Because of her?"
"She loves me for me.."
"Until bạn truly hiển thị yourself, she'll leave you.. like everyone else.. I'm all that's left.."
"....."
"She's in the way..Kill her.. kill her..KILL HER !"

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"Hey.." His voice was smooth as silk as his arms wrapped around her waist; his chin resting on her shoulder. The girl, that was now chopping some other vegetable, gave a small yelp from the sudden touch. "Terror..?"
"Ahh.. You're so good at guessing.." He laughed, whispering down her neck.
"I'd tình yêu to cuddle, Terror, but I'm not done cooking."
"It can wait..You can finish later.." He smirked; his grip tightening as one hand snaked down and gripped her inner thigh. The heat from his touch rushed to her face, causing her to tremble and clip her finger with the knife. "Terror!" She hissed, as she turned to push him away. But before she could escape her wrists were caught in the soft grip of his hands, and she was forced against the counter.Terror pressed phía trước, chuyển tiếp causing her to lean back over the counter-top.

Blood seeped, from her fresh wound, onto his hand,"Lemme go.. I have to clean my hand up.."
"I can't let bạn go...I've never gotten this close.." His soft smile was now vicious as he leaned forward, their noses touching. Something was off, and as the gaze between the held, realization flooded over the girl.

Navy.

Those icy eyes of his were now a navy, almost black color, and hatred found itself in them. The grip around her hands tightened and she squeaked,"Te-Terror, you're hurting me..."
"Good.. I've waited so long for this Blade... Kept it underneath so long.." Nails dug into Blade's wrist, but the girl quickly broke free and tried to squirm away. Successfully, she broke from the grip, but the hope dwindled away as a hand knotted in her hair and pulled her to the floor. Blade was pinned easily, his hand pressing both of hers to ground, the dao, con dao she was using only moments ago, pressed to her throat.
"Terror! I don't want to hurt you!"
"As if!" He scoffed, a demonic tone echoing his own words,"I'm going to tear bạn from him, just like your species tore him from the one's he held dear!"

Him..?

"This.. This isn't like you! W..what's wrong.."
"My only problem is you.." The dao, con dao etched into her skin and she gasped.
"You aren't him! Terror, if you're in there.. just come back.. stop this.. Now! I really don't want to die like this..!"
"You're afraid.. Good... Be afraid.. Tell me.. have bạn always been scared of me?"

A red eye narrowed and she sucked into a breath,"I'm not afraid of you.. I'm with Terror for a reason.. If I was really scared of him.. I wouldn't have picked him.."
"Liar! I can sense the fear creeping into your heart. You.. bạn wretch!"
"Terror.. please.." She whined.
"Be.. afraid!" The blade was pulled back and began it's descent toward her neck
"No! I'm not scared of you!" She screamed her eye shut, tears crawling down her cheek.

The dao, con dao that punctured her windpipe, and caused her to suffocate in the red liquid that ran through her veins, the feeling of drowning as a silent scream erupted from her mouth, never came. Which surprised her. Her eye opened and there before her was a blade, nearly a hair from her throat. A sigh escaped her lips as she examined the holder of the knife. His face was covered bởi his hair, but she could see the tears leaking from his eyes. "T-Terror?" She croaked.

His whimpers came out soft and sad; full of guilt, and within giây he dropped the weapon and pulled her into an embrace, sobbing violently into the nape of her neck. "Terror..?" She whispered, her voice soft and sincere as she rubbed his back.
"I..I'm so.. sorry."
"Why..?"
"I.. Didn't mean to.. I hurt you, Blade.."
"That wasn't bạn Terror.."
"It was a part of me, I've never wanted bạn to see, I don't want bạn to be scared.."
"Scared..? Never.. I'm here.. the whole way through.." Her hands Công chúa tóc mây into his hair.
"I tình yêu y-you, Blade.."
"I tình yêu you, too.. Demons and all."

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Well that was really fun to write.. I know Terror's "Demons" Are much thêm vicious and he would never hurt her.. but what if one of those demons got in control..? Sorry if this sucks.. T^T