Deadly Love
Chapter 1
Gosalyn's POV
I've seen it happen. I know the signs. These days, it seems to happen almost like clockwork. And it sickens me to no end. The call the night before, the anxious expressions on his face. Well, maybe not anxious, but definitely excited. The date would come sooner or later, because that was just how time worked.
My father would sit down at the table in the secluded, overly creepy graveyard. It was Morgana's favorite place to eat. Personally, I love the place. The perfect place for a zombie attack, but more on that later. At the table they would sit down and stare into each other's eyes. I'm, of course, crouching in the bushes, not even supposed to be there. But since when did I listen to my dad and his rules? Gushy stuff would usually take place. Then the food would arrive from the dead waiter. And that's when the trouble would start.
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Normal POV
An owl hooted in the trees somewhere as Drake, who was currently Darkwing Duck, looked down at the plate of food in front of him. He placed the napkin on his lap and grabbed the silverware beside the plate. The food looked decent enough. But he had been wrong before. He was waiting for the food to jump up at him or something. He knew Morgana's eyes were watching him intensely. Don't look scared. Don't look scared.
Darkwing had to force himself not to shiver. Bad sign. Morgana would catch it right away. He picked up the fork and prodded the green substance on his plate.
"What's the matter, Dark?" came Morgana's voice. It had a sharp ring to it. Bad sign. "Don't you like it?"Darkwing forced his voice to work. "I haven't even tried it yet, darling...So how will I know if I like it or not?" Morgana seemed pleased with this answer. It showed her that he was going to try it and give it a chance.
"Oh, I know you'll love it. It's an old recipe from my grand mama's. She was always one to experiment. I believe she put some bat eyes in this..." she told him. Darkwing started to sweat. Bat eyes?
He still remained calm though. He was screaming on the inside, but he made sure that on the outside, what Morgana could see, was pure interest and curiosity. He wanted to show her these expressions to make her happy. He placed some of the green jelly substance on the fork and placed it on his tongue. The stuff moved. Forcing himself not to hyperventilate, he swallowed. It burned down his throat. It tasted like burnt liver. His eyes watered a bit at the terrible taste. But he smiled up at Morgana, who smiled back, relieved.
"You like it? Oh, I knew you would!" she beamed at him. Darkwing nodded, dreading the fact that more of the stuff would have to go into his mouth.
His stomach gave a lurch several times throughout the rest of the dinner. Desert was just as bad. It looked like bloody hands. He couldn't remember what she had called it, but whatever it was, it was her favorite. His stomach was strangling him at the end of the date. He was walking her back to her house. She gave him a kiss on the cheek, going on and on about how they didn't quarrel or fight during the meal.
It was true. They hadn't. No bad or hurt feelings. No bad tempers. Darkwing sighed. It was all that he had to do. Keep her happy. Keep smiling. He knew he couldn't let her know how much he hated her food. It would crush her. Not only that but she would turn him into something terrible. No. That couldn't happen. She meant way too much to him to give her up for something like difference in their taste of food. He had a great time with her. He loved being with her every moment. Her smile and giggles made his heart melt.
But in reality, his love for her was also tearing him apart. He just didn't know it yet.
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Author's Note: The beginning of my newest fic. I hope you like it.
