-This story is officially under major reconstruction but will try to be continually updated-

Letters A-D have been rebooted. Check profile for updates on others. Read F-W at your own risk.

AN: This is a story consisting of 26 different one-shot/drabble that correspond with a letter from the alphabet. All genre's are different and all concepts are different except when sequels appear for a letter. Chapters get longer as it goes. Enjoy!
Warning: Sadistic!Road
Disclaimer: Don't own.

A is for Animalistic

The room was a pitch black hole. No windows, no chairs, no bed, no light, no indication that this was anything but a chamber embedded in the depths of some monsters belly. A boy, arms to his side, chained to the floor, shifted his head to rest against the wall. The cold stones sapped the little strength from his body. His pale, bare, chest littered with shallow cuts, the deepest along the outline of his ribs. The torn cloth of his exorcist uniform hung stiff with grim.

A slow creak of the door echoed like the whine of a caught mouse. A sliver of dim light illuminated passed over him like a caress. A small tremor, he blinked rapidly to adjust, body still, eyes focused on the silhouette of the visitor. The brightness swept over the room, and shrank away just as sudden.

"Allen, you don't look so good."

That was an understatement, and both of them knew it. A trapped animal; a broken pet.

She stalked over to him, each footstep echoing as lightly as her breath; kneeling in-between his legs, she gave an inhuman grin. "Ready to play some more?"

Allen didn't respond. Her two golden eyes devoured his very being. He straightened his slumped figure when she reached for him. An unspoken challenge to her words; not of a scared beast who curls in on itself, but something of a stubborn flare of spirit.

"It's no fun if you don't say anything," Road whined, a pout morphing from that sharp grin. She smoothed the hair away from his face, revealing a pair of half-lidded gray eyes that seethed with wild gleam, glowed with life that lacked in what otherwise might be mistaken for a bloody and bruised corpse.

He pressed his chapped lips together, jaw clenched, refusing to bend to her will. Road's eyes danced with fascination, a smile tugged at her features.

"Your stubbornness is beautiful, Allen. It's going to be much more fun breaking you then I had anticipated." She leaned in inches away from his face, peering at him like a mad scientist at their creation. An inhuman growl emitted from his throat and he bared his teeth in defense. Her eyes lit with mirth, an amused bell-like laughter shook her shoulders.

"Leave me be," Allen snarled, voice hoarse.

"Very frightening," Road drawled. She grabbed his chin forcefully and turned his head toward her. There was a second of silent staring, a brief moment of disobedience before Road pressed her mouth against his in a demanding kiss.

It was easy for Road to dominate; to draw blood and pain from a pleasant symbol of showing affection, and yet, despite the very literal chains that kept Allen still and unrelenting, he was able to coax a gentle nature, a sweet moment in otherwise horrid surroundings. In that moment Road almost appeased her malicious character.

Almost.

A petite hand snaked around his neck jerking his head back by matted hair. He found himself staring at the cracks in a desolate ceiling, a soft grunt of pain and protest escaping his mouth. The movement broke their kiss, leaving Road to brush her lips on his chin, breath ghosting along his jaw line, to the base of his ear. His muscles tensed, expecting pain that never came.

"A pet should never bite the hand of their master," Road whispered, her body shifting backwards.

The loss of heat caused him to shiver. She traced her fingers along the cuts, new and old, pressed her nails into fresh ones. Crimson blood bloomed on the surface, and he flinched when she used her finger to paint nonsensical designs into his skin. She brought her thumb to her mouth and licked it methodically.

"Time for your punishment, Allen," she added sweetly.

Allen's mind reeled as he stared at her, gold eyes to the silver glint of her blade.

AN: Edited 17 May 2017
Sequel: Letter N
Inspiration: The idea of Allen ever getting caught by the Earl, or well, Road really.