Title: Ripples of Obsession
Author: Vibe
Rating: PG for now
Pairing: Who knows...yet (don't know what I'ma do with that)
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone- and this is just fiction.
Notes: ALRIGHT- this is officially my first Dark Angel Fic in over a year- but I've been writing like there's no tomorrow in other genres- just got done with a 300 page series- so hopefully I've improved.
This is a little bit out there for now- but it's also just the prologue- if later on you recognize the character and plot- it's okay- I only stole it from myself.
Please read this- and review.
PROLOGUE-
Ripples of Obsession
She stared down at her hand for a long time, watching the blood slowly, gently ooze out of her skin.
Sure, it wasn't gushing blood- she wasn't brave enough to actually *slice* herself...but it was blood. She had an...obsession with blood. She wasn't suicidal. She was *taught* that it was wrong to mutilate herself. But an obsession was an obsession. Sometimes it was hard to satisfy herself with her own blood. But she wasn't a murderer.
That's why she bit so hard during sex- that's why she scratched down men's backs when she was in heat. She *loved* blood.
She wasn't sure if it was a *trait* of all the soldiers- if everyone liked to see that warm, crimson liquid seep out of a wound.
Hell- all of the 'soldiers' were huddling out in some old run down community with toxin's polluting the air. They might be older than her- and they might be more loyal to each other than she was- but she still thought they were stupid. They not only gave away their positions, but they backed themselves into a corner so far that they'll never get out.
But she wasn't a normal 'soldier'- she was truely *special*. She was half 'mortal'.
Author: Vibe
Rating: PG for now
Pairing: Who knows...yet (don't know what I'ma do with that)
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone- and this is just fiction.
Notes: ALRIGHT- this is officially my first Dark Angel Fic in over a year- but I've been writing like there's no tomorrow in other genres- just got done with a 300 page series- so hopefully I've improved.
This is a little bit out there for now- but it's also just the prologue- if later on you recognize the character and plot- it's okay- I only stole it from myself.
Please read this- and review.
PROLOGUE-
Ripples of Obsession
She stared down at her hand for a long time, watching the blood slowly, gently ooze out of her skin.
Sure, it wasn't gushing blood- she wasn't brave enough to actually *slice* herself...but it was blood. She had an...obsession with blood. She wasn't suicidal. She was *taught* that it was wrong to mutilate herself. But an obsession was an obsession. Sometimes it was hard to satisfy herself with her own blood. But she wasn't a murderer.
That's why she bit so hard during sex- that's why she scratched down men's backs when she was in heat. She *loved* blood.
She wasn't sure if it was a *trait* of all the soldiers- if everyone liked to see that warm, crimson liquid seep out of a wound.
Hell- all of the 'soldiers' were huddling out in some old run down community with toxin's polluting the air. They might be older than her- and they might be more loyal to each other than she was- but she still thought they were stupid. They not only gave away their positions, but they backed themselves into a corner so far that they'll never get out.
But she wasn't a normal 'soldier'- she was truely *special*. She was half 'mortal'.