SugarBlood
(Hello everyone, I am making a new story. Because I really wanted to make my own creepy pasta character of sorts. So here goes.)
A hooded individual fled down a hollow, dark alleyway. Her sneakers ripped on the pavement as she tore down further into the darkness. Her pursuers shouted as lights flashed and flickered off the dark walls. She would have been blinded had she not just been running in open daylight. She dived into a nearby dumpster, tugging down the heavy metallic lid. She felt it give and respond to gravity with a clang as she ducked down. She buried herself in as deep as she could, the hollering coming closer. "where'd she go?" "She couldn't have gone far!" yelled another. "Are we even sure that's her?" one questioned. "Don't be stupid of course it's her!" The voices and the scratching of their feet slowly faded from her range of hearing. Once she was sure they'd moved away, she put her ear up to the side of the metal dumpster, listening for noise just in case they were attempting to trick her. She shoved upwards against the garbage dumpster lid, and it responded with a groan. Cool, fresh air washed over her face, settling upon a chill due to the sweat beginning to encase her skin. She looked around, her head barely going above the dumpster's edge. Once she was convinced it was safe to come out, she swung her legs over the dumpster's edge, and slid down from the top of the dumpster. Her sneakers scrunched against the friction of small rocks under her weight, and the pavement she had landed on. The noise caused her to flinch. She stalked up to the edge of the alleyway, flinching when people got to close when they passed her, free to move in the daylight. Daylight. It was something she had made the mistake of taking for granted, like all the others before her. She stood there against the wall, watching people go about their daily routines of shopping, work and commerce. Sadness waved over her as she recalled the distant memories that she used to follow those same routines. She held her hands out before her, gazing down at them. The hands had been at least human looking a couple weeks ago. She closed her hand over one of the many black crossed veiny marks on her skin. Her pale skin. To think, they were even human looking once. Running in the dark was not always what her life was like. What is used to be.
(Two Weeks Earlier.)
"Miss Areyerre!" I'd turned around to find my assistant running up to me. She seemed to be out of breath as fast as her lungs could give it to her, so I waited patiently. I watched her lean on her knees, panting heavily. It must be hard to walk, let alone run in high heels. "What's the problem?" I asked, figuring it was a minute by now. "Miss… your transportation is ready." Her face was all composed and natural, as if she hadn't been running at all. Her voice however, was able to unmask her struggle, most likely trying to keep her heart from painfully leaping out of her chest. I nearly laughed, but instead a blurted "Doesn't that hurt my dear?" My assistant looked at me through slightly smudged glasses, pushing back a curl of hair that had escaped from her done up hair. "What do you mean ma'am?" I snorted at being called 'ma'am'. The very word made me feel old, and I was only nineteen and a half years old! "Your heart silly." I found myself almost automatically lowering my sunglasses to gaze at her over the tops of them. I made sure my gaze made it's mark. "If your hearts hurts you when you run, then simply don't run and you won't have to feel it." She gazed at me in surprise, a little 'o' forming, and I couldn't help but smirk. "But I-" I interrupted swiftly. "No butts dear, I really do hate it when the moon comes out during the day." I grinned at my joke and began to make a move towards the airport's exit. My assistant matched my pace as we both moved through the crowds of people. "How did the meeting with Aimatech go?" I snorted again. "You know very well what I think of those suit and tie wearing-" "But the meeting itself?" my assistant interjected. I scowled. "Yes, I tolerated them if that's what you mean." I heard my assistant breathe in relief. I started to grumble. "Bunch of suit and tie wearin bastards with sticks shoved so far up their"- My assistant cut me off again. "I get it Miss Areyerra, really I do." I chuckled at my assistant who winced slightly at my 'non professionalism.' This just made me bark out a short laugh, causing her to look to me questioningly. I pushed it aside and replied "Come on, I'll treat you to a drink at Feddie's. My assistant's ears were piqued in interest, and her eyes seemed to shine a slight bit. I grinned, struggling to contain further laughter because again, she was trying so hard to seem professional, but body language shows me more and makes people look ridiculous to me. A limo ride later, we stood at the mall's entrance. Feddie's would be just inside it and up some stairs. Feddie's was called the way it was because we ran into the man it was named after. Well, mostly named after. When he had first started the café, he had forgotten to put letter 'r' in. He was deeply embarrassed, but after people began to notice he found that others and himself liked the name. We were about to turn the necessary corner and begin climbing the stairs when a man in a dirty yellow hoodie bumped into me. I wasn't angry, I was more curious because the man kept his face hidden within the hoodie he was wearing. He mumbled "Sorry," and kept moving hurriedly. I watched him as he disappeared out of sight, and my Assistant? Hoooo. I didn't even have to look at her, I knew full well that if she could have real daggers planted in the man's back, she'd have done so. I grinned and turned towards the steps. "Come on." We'd managed to ascend the stairs, not so gracefully I might add. "I wonder if the owners have ever heard of elevators?" my assistant hissed through gritted teeth. I smiled. "Oh come now dear, a little exercise is good for everyone." I was ready for my assistant's retort when a waiter standing outside the café greeted us. "Miss Areyerre, Miss Lakota, welcome!" I saw my assistant bury her face behind the file folder she was carrying. I grinned, as this was one of her habits. I grinned evilly to myself. "The usual table, thank you." The male waiter flashed his pearly whites in a smile, and it got noticeably bigger when he acknowledged Lakota. My poor assistant responded by hiding further behind the folder, and I had the urge to yank it out of her hands. I snickered at the tempting thought. He then led us out to our table. It was out on a balcony that overlooked all the levels of the mall below us. A glass fence ran around the edge of the balcony, a barrier for any who were overly brave. Once we were seated, the waiter handed us two menus that he had grabbed. I turned my gaze down to the ant people running amok below us. "Adrien, please bring me my usual, thank you." The young waiter, who was Adrien, grinned. "Right away, Miss." After I was sure the waiter had disappeared, I turned my well faked interest away from the people down below. I smiled cheekily at my assistant. "Soooo. You like him huh?" I laughed as my assistant choked on the ice water she was drinking in response. "B-Beg your pardon?!" she squeaked. I grinned at her wide eyes, faintly noticing the flecks of water not sitting comfortably on her glasses. "You. Like." I paused and smiled sweetly at the waiter that had returned to us with our drinks. I noticed the waiter took strange extra care with Lakota's beverage, and smirked when I found out why. The small piece of paper stuck out underneath the foam cup. "Here you are ladies." I smiled generously at the waiter. "Thank you again." The male waiter disappeared. "Him." I finished. I laughed at her reaction, her composure died. She was as red as the cherry you put on an ice cream sundae. I reached calmly for my drink and took a sip, trying not to eyes the note too much. My assistant took hers and still didn't notice the note. "Him." I repeated for effect, and pointed to the note the man had left behind. Her face turned color again, a lighter shade of peachy pink. My assistant reached for the note quickly and I let her. I knew already what it was, but I gave her a moment to digest it then slowly asked. "Phone. Number?" for effect. She nodded slowly, then plopped her pink face into her arms on the table, like a caught and thoroughly embarrassed teenager. I frowned. Lakota was young, but certainly not a teenager. She was older than me by a year, but still. "Lakota." She looked up at me. "You aren't a teenager, ask him out!" I took a sip of my steamed milk. "I don't mean to scold you my dear, but give the guy a chance." Lakota pulled her glasses down from her face and began to wipe away the flecks of water off her glasses. I laughed inwardly at the fact that she had only noticed now. "I'm not sure that I can…." I found myself tilted forward from my chair when I waited for her answer. When I got her answer, I slumped back in my chair. "I'm not sure I can trust-" I cut her off there, because there was no way I was going to let her say that. She did have people she could trust and count on, and I liked to think of myself as one of them. However, I understood Lakota's fears. Having been to the altar three times.. or was it four? No, it didn't matter, but me and the altar are practically old friends. I smirked inwardly at my joke. I sighed. "How about trusting me then?" Dear little Lakota's jaw dropped in surprise. "Wha-What! No I don't mean in that way!" I realized what I had said and what it sounded like, and immediately corrected myself before anything else was said. My laughter echoed faintly off the pillars that were near us. Good thing no one liked sitting beside the pillars. "What do you mean then?" My assistant was about to hide her head in her arms again. I wouldn't have it. "Well, what I mean is for you to arrange a date between yourself and Adrien." I held up my index finger to silence what she was about to say or think. "Arrange this date, anything and anywhere you want. I'll pay for you both, even your clothing dear, and if anything goes wrong…." I held up my cell phone. "You call me. Immediately. And I will be there, as if hell itself is on my very heels." Lakota's face faded into thought. "Aright… I'll think about it." I however, had a face like I was going to flip the table right in front of us. She'd think about it? Come on now! I was about to complain loudly about just what there was to think about. I never got a chance to flip the table or complain. We were interrupted by screaming from a multitude of people near the café. Glass shattered and broke. More screams from people below the balcony were heard to our ears. I rose immediately, the groan of my chair's legs sounding on the floor. Lakota's frightened eyes darted around, trying to figure out what was wrong. We had to move away from the pillars that obscured our view, and almost instantly I wished I hadn't moved. Horrified people screamed and bunched together, backing away from a major part of the shattered glass fencing. There were others who stared. Plenty that cried. Many that screamed. Several who fled the area. We were the only ones to approach the scene, and look down over the balcony. A spasm of dread cracked inside my stomach as I looked down the overhang. It was Adrien. As soon as Lakota saw him, she moaned softly to herself and held her head in her heads. She fell to the floor, knees curled up in front of her, the faint crunch of glass as she did so. Adrien looked as if he had been through more than just being thrown off a balcony. I ignored the people scurrying about, and their screams that yet still echoed off the walls. Adrien's head was turned my way. I could make out the half slackened jaw crumpled in a way that just does not happen. He wore as mask of shock and terror, his mouth open wide. What unnerved me the most were the eyes. His eyes where still gazing up at the top level that he had fallen from. Or been pushed from. Beneath him, I easily noted the stillness of unbroken pools of red. His arms were abroad from his sides, and I recollected that the fingers were also shaped unnaturally. He looked half possessed and the fact that he, of all people was now dead vexed me a greatly. I would never be able to get Lakota out of her shell now, after all of this. The clatter of wheels shook me from my gaze from the young dead, and I looked frantically around for Lakota. The paramedics had joined the scene, rolling in the noisy hospital bed thing. I couldn't recall what exactly what its name was, so it would have to settle at that for now. I spotted Lakota, sitting down at the bottom of the steps, gripping the railing. Her knuckles where white as they clenched the metallic railing. I watched her stare as they covered Adrien's body with a white blanket. That snapped me into a near run, moving as fast as I could. The cops, had been the second people to be called. They stood about, guarding the scene until one of their higher ups arrived and guarded the scene from passerby. My Heels clicked and tapped rapidly on the steps as I approached Lakota. I wanted to collect her, and take her out of there, away from here. But that would be useless, the memories would always remain. I hugged Lakota as tightly as I could. My gaze flicked up to Adrien's corpse. He had been so young, a young man with a life ahead of him that should never have gone to waste. "I-I should have.." I cut her off. "No Lakota, hush…" I tried to ignore the trembling that was in us both as we sat there. A man walked up to us a few minutes later, and I presumed the higher ups had arrived. The dark haired man asked "Excuse me ladies, but I don't suppose you saw anything that went on here?" I was about to reply and tell him that I wish we had seen something, But was forced to clamp my mouth shut. I felt a stabbing pain inside me, and gasped. I held my sides as hard as I could. I tried to catch my breath, but only caught what felt like more daggers in my sides as I tried to breathe. What the hell?!" I demanded inside my head. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't breathe! I looked up at Lakota, to find that she had snapped out of it and was looking at me with terrified eyes. My vision faded, and I couldn't see anything. It was like as if someone had stolen my eyes. There was only darkness. I heard the hum and buzz of several voices. Some I recognized, some I didn't. I felt more pain, and I heard more voices. What felt like several minutes later, I was greeted in the dark by a voice I definitely did not know. ~ You, the little mortal that has been chosen.~ there was a silence before the strange voice asked again. ~Mortal one?~ I clued in. It was asking me to clarify that I was there. "Yes?" I asked uncertainly. ~You will face excruciatingly trying times ahead. But you will make it.~ "What trying times?" I asked. I got no answer before my vision slowly began to return to me, and my eyes I noted, had opened. The world began to come back to me, piece by piece. My vision was fogged, but at least it was back. I made out a familiar face at my side. Lakota, looking down at me with concern. I reeled in surprise when she hugged me unexpectedly. "What happened?" I grumbled. I put a palm on my head, feeling the dull ache of my head. Lakota retreated quickly from the hug she'd given me. "You passed out after the detective tried to speak with us about…" her voice trailed off cracking with emotions that threatened to send us both over the edge. She looked away, and that's when I heard the choking of raindrops beginning to fall. I wouldn't have that. Nope. Not anymore today, thank you. Her crying made her words nearly unintelligible. "Maybe if I had given the man a chance, he'd still be alive…" I pushed myself forward in my hospital bed and latched on to Lakota's arm. I pulled her to me, and ended up stumbling and landing herself on the edge of the ugly bed. "Stop. Stop blaming yourself. You didn't know that he would be murdered do you?" Lakota stared at me. "No, no of course not!" I nodded. "Agreed, you would never do something like that. So stop crying." She turned her gaze back to me again for the second time, and I was taken aback. She looked like hell! Dark bags under her eyes unmasked the fact that she hadn't gotten any sleep in a while. Her eyes were reddened with tears. "Too much salt dear." She frowned. "What?" I smirked. "Too much crying." I frowned at her. "And you look like hell my dear!" I stared at her. I was surprised by her snappy comeback. Yet, I couldn't ignore the pride I felt from it after either. "Well, maybe that's what happens when you scare the living shit out of your assistant after just seeing a murder!" I couldn't help one of my usual grins. She turned back to me. "I'm sorry." I groaned mentally to myself. Talk about killing the humor. "Don't apologize." I replied briskly. "Especially when you're telling the truth for what it is. I apologize, but I did not expect myself to pass out on the floor either…." I trailed off in thought. Lakota stared at me from above her glasses that had slid down her nose. She was about to cry again, and I again, would not allow it. "Lakota." I emphasized her name slowly. She snapped out of it and mumbled an apology before turning to a dresser that sat at the end of the room. "Don't cry, I won't allow you to cry." Lakota pulled one of the drawers open, placing my bag, and my sunglasses, on the foot of the bed. "But sometimes, we need to cry." I nodded understandingly. "Okay, do what works for you then. Just don't forget to smile for me girl." I replied to her. "The detective was quite helpful." Lakota continued, "And I told him about everything I knew." "I am sorry my dear." I sighed and stood up, moving to collect my belongings from the end of my bed. "How long was I out for?" I asked Lakota. Her answer would surprise me greatly. "Its 5:46 pm, you were out for a little over a full twelve hours." I scowled. "Shit just seems to get better and better." Lakota held my bag out to me and I took hold of it. "What do you mean, besides the obvious of"- I cut her off. "Well, when one begins to hear creepy ass voices in their sleep, in their dreams, normally they begin to question their sanity I'm sure." Lakota stared at me. "What did it tell you?" I shook my head. "Apparently, I'll be facing something along the lines of trying times ahead, but the being believes I will make it." Lakota shifted more of her weight to an opposite foot, deep in thought. "It is not necessarily bad. This creature or being may only seek to protect you from bad things." I huffed, snatching up my shades. "Let's hope so." Lakota carried her coat on my arm for me, and we moved out from the hospital room. As we moved down the hallway, we picked up our speed, and Lakota said "I managed to take up my cell phone, and have a limo ready upon your awakening." I grinned, never remembering her make a phone call. Lakota was just that good at her job though. I half ran to the limo, never so happy to see that black hunk of metal in my life. I heard Lakota's faint chuckle come from behind me. We both climbed in, and I took a curious whiff of my hands. And I instantly regretted it. "Ugh… Eeeeewww.." Lakota asked "What is wrong, Miss Areyerre?" I frowned. "After all the crap that happened today, humor me and just call me by my name, no honorifics." I sighed, whipping my hands off on my lap. "And, it's this hospital smell." Even Lakota made a face that looked as if she could gag. "I am aware, even I smell horrible. Shower, first thing I'm going to do." Then she added, "Are you sure you want me to call you by your first name, with no formality?" I snorted. "Dear girl, you have never given me reason to think you have no right to." The limo suddenly halted, almost abruptly. "Mademoiselles, we seem to have a problem." I could already sense what the problem was. I leaned forward, able to make out my manor standing behind some very large black metallic gates. That wasn't the problem however. I could hear the chatter of voices and shouts, and the noted flicker of camera lights. The chittering monkeys where actually just a massive group of reporters, trying to get the next big scoop. Pity, I would have liked the monkeys. "Let's give them their next big scoop." I said, a smirk on my face. I dove into my giant handbag, pulling out three canisters. I told the limo driver to roll ahead just a little, then shut the vehicle off. I mashed my finger onto a button in the side of my door, and the windows automatically tinted. The reporters had swarmed the car, and I cackled. Lakota just huffed in anger, glaring at them. We allowed the car to sit still and dark for a chance to build up tension. "Someone told them about me little incident. Most likely one of those suit and tie wearing bastards." I was surprised when the limo driver said quoting me "With sticks shoved so far up their a-" Lakota cut the driver off, and I knew we were both grinning. "Are you ready, you two?" I nodded grinning. We cracked our windows down the tiniest inch, and immediately it was noticed, we covered our ears the best we could, and squeezed our air horns. The sound berated the ears of all who were near it, and I snickered, and let loose a couple more for good measure. The Limo roared to life and the driver stepped on the gas, rocketing us through the black gates. I heard reporters scream and curse, and this only made me laugh. The glares made it more worth it. Besides, they camp out at my front doorstep all day and night. I turned in my seat to look back at them, and found that a reporter had passed out on the ground. The limo slowed slightly as it drew nearer to the front door to my mansion. As soon as the limo stopped, I jumped out, I shit eating grin on my face. "Buh- bye! See you all soon!" I thudded shut the door, ignoring Lakota's expression of surprise. I'm sure I took three steps at a time when I darted up them but I couldn't care less. I was home! Home sweet home! That saying never rang so true for me and my lifestyle. I searched for my keys as I heard the limo drive away, and the roar and screech of tires. The shouting of more annoyed reporters. I smirked. Serves them all right. I cranked my key inside the door as hard as I could and pushed at the door. Nothing. I growled and swore under my breath for a moment, before I chuckled. As usual. A high heeled black foot smashed into the door, sounding with a *Bam* and *crack* when my heel connected with the old door. The door groaned open a crack in response, and it was enough for me to get it open and move inside. I smirked. The door was another old friend. The numerous gashes, dents, and footprints showed the result of our 'friendship'. With another good kick, the door thudded shut behind me. My eyes widened. Awww… I forgot to grab the keys from the door! I groaned and kicked myself. But then I remembered. My manor was one of the most secure places in the entire city, part of it being its size. The reporters wouldn't be able to make it over the black gates either. I am full of tricks and traps, and so is the manor. My home is so big you could run a marathon in it, though they'd get lost in here for a good couple hours more than likely. Shock jolted through me at the feeling of something furry rubbing against my ankles below me. A second later though, my ridiculous smile was back on my face. I knew that fur! "Dat fur!" I cooed lamely. I looked down to see my beautiful little guardians staring up at me. Two black cats eyed me with a 'Just where have you been?' look that also said 'Feed me!' I laughed. Mifiune was a long haired black cat with orange eyes, that I was convinced could light up even the darkest rooms at night. Yukame was my second cat. She was a short haired black cat with eyes that were ice blue. Because of their eyes, Lakota had taken to calling them 'Fire and Ice'. "Yu, Mi." I knew what they were waiting for, so I walked down the hall, took a left, and found myself in my kitchen. I continued to move with the knowing smile, because I could hear the cat's claws on the tile floor behind me. My eyes settled on three feeding apparatuses. The one that held water for Mifiune and Yukame was half empty, while the other two held their cat food. And, as usual, the two were empty. I grinned a crooked smile and scolded mockingly down at them "You ate it all again, you fatties!" Yukame protested with a loud meow as if to say 'I am not fat.' Mifiune followed suit, a short snappy meow of his own as he seemed to reply 'The words you are looking for are not 'fat' or 'Fatty' it's pleasantly plump.' I chuckled at my imagination. In general I knew they could understand me in a way. But for now…. *Meeeeeow.* Their loud simultaneous meow snapped me out of it. I unlocked the padlock on a lower cupboard and lugged out a couple bags of cat food. If I didn't lock the cupboard, the cats would eat everything I have in storage for them in a few days, tops. I finished tugging out the second bag of cat food. Meow-mix for Mifiune, Friskies Yukame. The cats were intelligent, strong creatures. Part of the reason was because of the breed they were: A cross between two cultures really, a breed from Rome and Egypt kind of came together and well… You know! They mingled, mixed, and now we've got ourselves a new breed altogether. I pushed the bag of Meow-mix over to Mifiune's feeder, but a noisy rattling sound caused me to spin on my heels. There, butt up through a hole in the bag of Friskies, was Yukame. The front half of her body was inside the cat food bag, little scratching noises being made now and then. The constant crunch of cat food was heard, and I got my pointer fingers ready. That cat was pigging out. "Yu. Yu. Yuu. Yuuuu!"by that time I had poked her in the side at least four times to try to get her to acknowledge me, while I dragged out her nickname. The sixth poke however, she dived completely into the cat food bag. "Muuurrrrr?" Yukame replied, as if to say, "Nothing to see here." I stared at the hole in the cat food bag. It was Friday. I was tired. I could always buy more. But the cats will probably blow up like the Hindenburg from all the cat food they've eaten. They might need their own personal treadmill. I was going to go through more pros and cons of letting the cats go nuts, then decided to just let them be. I turned around to exit the kitchen and found that Mifi had followed the lead of his best friend. Only a large poufy tail stuck out from the Meow-mix bag of cat food. I scratched at the meow mix bag, and got two orange eyes staring at me out of the hole. "Hi dere!" I cooed. The cat simply put his ears put slightly, and his orange eyes stared at me still. I smirked. Mifiune was looking at me as his mind formed words: 'Oh no, she got drunk again didn't she?'