Ok! Puck meets a mysterious stranger in the woods, and falls in love with her! NOT A VAMPIRE STORY! A bit scary, though. Probably k+ but I'm not sure where this is going. J
Puck followed Sabrina on the long walk to school. He was pondering something, to the extent of his mind. 9 Puck's mind isn't very large, at the moment, so he has very little space to do so.). "freak-baby! Hello?" he heard a loud voice shout in his ear. "um, hello, were here!" Sabrina shouted again.
"oh, right…I knew that." he replied.
Sabrina rolled her eyes.
"someday you'll get a brain, scarecr- I mean, Puck." Sabrina said sarcastically.
He just sighed. He mundanely walked to his math class with Sabrina. He didn't even bother with his whole 'allergies' thing.
"what's up…freak?" Sabrina tacked on the last word so she didn't sound concerned.
"hmm?" he replied, distracted. "oh, uh..nothing." he said.
She just shook her head. "whatever."
She started to head off, even though they were fifteen minutes early, and her class was right down the hall from Puck's.
"oh!" he was startled "Sabrina!" he stopped her.
She turned slowly, "yeeeeeeees?" she said, tilting her chin up as she said it.
He looked down at his feet, which had grown quite big over the past year.
She started away again, shaking her head, her hair shining…
"will you go to the dance with me?" he blurted out.
She turned even slower than before, incredulous. it took you this long? I really, really wanted to ask you…but, you are so…grr! Stop, Sabrina, don't do this, don't, you'll regret it. she chanted to herself. She chose the second voice.
"erm, no, Puck, because, one, you stink, two, you're rude and nasty, and three…I HATE YOU!" she really didn't mean the last part, but she had to say it…right? They could never be together. Ever. Ever. Unless…no! they couldn't.
He just stopped. Then his wings burst out in a flurry of color; it seemed to cheery.
"goodbye, Sabrina Grimm." he said in a hard, cold, yet a little hurt, voice. And flew off.
Sabrina couldn't say a word, not that any word would stop him. Not even those three words. The three words that he longed to hear. From Sabrina. From his mother. From his father. From his brother, his love, his enemy, his adopted grandmother, his…heart. He realized he hated himself. For not being good enough for her. For himself. For anyone. He landed at the edge of the forest. He walked through the rain-darkened trees, but not a drop hit him. It would have been amazing, had he not been so absorbed in his thoughts. He saw a flash of something. He turned, suddenly alert. Another flash, a blur of white, and then, suddenly, a figure was standing in the road before him.
She had a soft pile of deep black hair in a curly up do on top of her head, her eyes were closed; her head tilted up to the sky, her eyelids a soft purple. Her skin was as pale as snow, it looked like she had no blood, it was so pale. She had a slightly flipped-up nose, short and cute, and raven black shining lips. She had a black ribbon tied in a bow in the front, with a cameo in the middle, decorating her slim neck, it looked like it was choking her, it was so tight. Her shoulders and collarbone were thin, but not too skinny. She had sharp shoulders which held up thin, delicate-looking arms that had matching black-ribboned bracelets. She had a black corset laced up in the front and back, with whale-bone ribs, you could see the seams where they were sewn in. her not-quite-ankle-length deep black skirt was softly blowing in the wind. Her pure, angel white ballet flats with a little black bow on top were interesting looking; They had black strings that lead all the way into her skirt. Puck couldn't see, but he thought that they must lead all the way up her vampire-pale thighs. She was the most beautiful person Puck had ever met. Suddenly, her head snapped down, with her eyes still closed, she looked straight at Puck. He was instantly terrified. Her eyelids snapped open to reveal blood-red eyes.
