First off, this is a jori story. I was reading for a test and it popped out of nowhere and I had to write it down. I don't know if the thing about the blood at the ending is disturbing, but proceed with caution. Contains JORI and maybe other pairing. So if you don't like jori then sadly this story is not for you. Anyway read on I hope that you all like it.
Disclaimer; I don't own victorious, just this story.
.
"Damn that stupid car!" the Latina cursed out loud, kicking whatever she found in her way as she walked down the dark and lonely street. It was oddly quiet and creepy like it always had been. Why was she even passing through here when she knew something bad could happen? Yes, something bad always happen. Daily, people go missing around here and dead bodies are always found stashed somewhere. She had even heard the tales of people who survived walking through this path and they always talked of terrifying monsters; sure supernatural beings don't exist but there have always been stories about them. She never knew if this stories where written by ancient people who just liked telling scary stories. But this stories passed down to them anyway. Sure those people who passed through this path might have been hallucinating, but reading what they had to say on the newspaper truly was terrifying. But she decided to pick this path anyway.
She shoved her hands deep in her pockets, trying to keep them from get to cold as she continued to walk down the street. "Damn that car!" she had cursed for the second time again. It had to develop fault right in the middle of this creepy place. She tried calling for help, but when she told them where her car was, they hanged up on her. She was happy though ; so far so good, all have been going all to well. She haven't met one single soul lurking around 'yet' she had wondered why though because it was always noisy out here. But it didn't matter. She continued, praying to reach the end of the street without drawing any attention to herself. But all hopes where thrown right into the gutter when she heard someone whistle behind her. She dared not turn back to look at who it was, but her curiosity had the best of her as she tilted her head to the side, but found nobody. Just dry leaves blown around by the cold wind, which made it more creepy than she had ever imagined. She quickly reached out to the right side of her pocket, drawing out the pepper spray she had bought, just in case of emergency. Since she didn't find no one, she turned around and began to walk again, but this time increasing her speed.
She clutched at her jacket lightly and held on to the spray more tightly when she heard footsteps behind her, but paid no mind to it as she began to run for her dear life. Of course she had to be strong headed and take a shortcut, when she should've taken the much longer route and save her life. Her curiosity got the best of her again as she turned around to see who was after her but found nobody. She turned to run again, but this time she ran straight into a concrete wall in front of her.
"Shit." she cursed, she didn't see that one coming but it did anyway. She groaned out loud as her body fell on the floor and everything began to spin around her. "Damn that stupid car, Damn my stupid imaginations and damn my stupid self for running into this wall." she cursed again, bringing her hand to rub the spot on her forehead that had collided with the wall, knowing fully well that it will and surely swell if she ever got out of this hell hole. She quickly stood up to her feet, swerving lightly as she tried to keep he balance. Closing her eyes for a second and drawing in much needed air to calm her, she sighed deeply touching the lump again. If she should ever get out of here, she swore and promised that she would never take shortcuts until the day she left this world. When she opened her eyes again, she saw something, but it quickly disappeared into thin air like on the movies. She could've sworn that what she saw looked like a man and it had red eyes. It must've been her imagination, but it did look real to her. She was about to begin her running again, but something stopped her. The voice was weak and husky as it kept repeating the words 'help me' randomly. She was going to ignore, she had to ignore it, but it kept on calling 'help me, help me' so she gave in. Of course she had to give in; she was goody little miss two shoes and always liked to help out even when she was in danger.
She let the sound lead the the way and when she got a lot closer, she found out who was looking for help and it was a man lying on the the floor, she could not see much because the place was dark, except from the moonlight. She moved further towards him as she felt her heart like it was going to fall out of her chest when she saw a wooden stake driven right into his chest, where his heart was as he lay there in the pool of his own blood. She had never seen much blood all her life and it made her weary, when a wave of nausea hit her; she could puke any moment from now, but she kept it all bottled in. When she was a close enough, she bent down, taking a closer look at the older man. His eyes where deep shades of red like she saw a moment ago, but this time it was much redder, with streaks of bright gold colors around his Red eyeball, circling it like a ring. His whole face was covered with thick, but tiny swollen lines of veins that seemed to be reacting to something; because they kept on moving and vibrating. She had never seen anything like it before, which was the more reason why she was frozen in place. But when she was out of her shocked state, she began to find words.
"oh my God Sir, are you alright?" she asked, using her hand to wipe the blood mixed with what looked like silver off his face, as he choked on his own blood inside his mouth, while some made their way out of his mouth. She raised his head, placing it carefully on her lap. She took a closer look at the wooden stick in his chest; it was so deep into his body and there was no way she could pull it out without killing him, but she had to put pressure on the wound if not he would bleed to death. She wondered what kind of deals he had involved himself in that could result to such inhuman brutality. Though the man never did look normal. She seemed to be brought back to reality when she heard him say the word help one more time. She was going to but it's so scary out there and how would she carry a bulky man like himself out of this place. And then she remembered she had a phone.
"you're dying, we have to get you to a hospital." she said, removing her phone from her pocket to call for an ambulance, or the police, anything she could get her hands on; 'cause right now, it doesn't matter who comes to their rescue.
"N-no..." he choked out, coughing out blood. "d-don't." he said once more. Why would someone not want help when they are dying?
"Why?" she finally asked, but he didn't reply. Instead he took the phone from her and with one squeeze, only the crushed remains was left to crumble on the dirty floor. "Why did you do that?" she asked shocked. It was their only hope of getting help, and now it was scattered around. "you are dying Mister and you need help." she said, trying to reason with him. She watched him close his eyes for a minute and then opened them again. This time, his eyes where normal shades of blue-green that she found amazing.
"You're a good person." he told her, taking his bloody hand to to cover her shaking ones as he gently patted it comfortably. "That is why you need to run..." he said, and she got confused. "... Run-" he cried out this time. Shortly after, his body began to convulsed and shake violently. She quickly stood up watching for any sign, anything that say he was going to be okay. "run." he finally said in a soft voice an then, his body movement stopped. And within seconds, he eyes opened. They were back to their blood red color, only this time, it was cold. She had to run, in fact she had started to run. Her mind, her body and soul screamed for her to run as fast as her legs could carry her. She thought she had gone far already, but rather her mind was fooling her. She had only took a step all those while, and now she was doomed. "I was not supposed to die this way." she said, as she was pulled down and the last thing she remembered was sharp canines sinking into her neck and drawing blood.
But she was wrong, he never drew blood, instead he released something into her blood stream, Something dark. With the last strength he had, he used to drop her lifeless body on the ground. He cried out in pain once more when the stake in his heart and silver in his blood began to take a toll on him. He mumbled out some ancient language and looked up in the sky, watching the moon turn blood red.
"I never wanted this to happen, you've a good soul. I hate to bring this burden upon you, but I've no choice." he said, looking at her. He removed a pocket knife from his pocket, while he opened his palm and sliced the knife through it, drawing a long cut and letting out blood. This time, his blood was not the normal crimson red, rather it was dark and black, with no coloring apart from its darkness. He dropped the knife on the floor and proceeded to use his good hand to open up her mouth.
"You would avenge me." he had said, squeezing his hand into a ball shape and letting the thick liquid drop inside her mouth.
"let my memories guide you and when you find them, kill them all." he said, as the black liquid continued to drop.
"You're powerful than you can ever imagine, use it to make them suffer."
"Lastly, I've a daughter, I've protected her all my life, I promised I would never leave her, but I'm am. Find her and keep her safe. It is your curse to keep her safe." he let out, letting the last drop in her mouth. He would die anytime from now, he knew it. But it was okay, he thought, she will avenge me and she will keep my princess safe. He pulled out a chain out of his pocket; it was a gift his daughter gave to him on his birthday, and he could never ask for more. He had never let it out of his sight since she gave it to him because he thought of it as a bond that will always keep them together. He looked at it one last time but this time, he placed a kiss on it. Not only because, he would never see it again, but also because, someone had to have it to keep his daughter safe. He groaned when the pain was becoming to severe and pushing the chain in her jeans pocket, he collapsed on the floor beside the girl.
"it'll help y-find..." he tried to say, but choked on his last words. But this time was the last. He died and he was finally happy even though he would soon be dining with the devil. Even as he soul wondered to the underworld, to him he was saved, saved from the curse. Only that this time someone else was going to bear it.
.
.
So did you like it? Please tell me if you do and if you want to read more, by reviewing and following. If you do like it then the next chapter would be up soon. Thanks for reading