Aghhh! I know, I know. I haven't updated my other story in forever. I just got this idea in my headd. But I am writing this from my school computer because my home one broke. D:
I know, sad huhh? But the hard drive crashed so everything on there is goneee. I hate . This one is still going to be yaoi, as usual, but it's going to have a little more twists and turns. And I promise you that the other story will be updated soon, don't you worry m'dears. Onwards!
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The sharp, metallic smell of blood filled the dark alleyway and leeched out onto the streets. The remnants of fear were abundant near the body, eyes wide, mouth agape, and limbs placed at odd angles. The reflection of his killer had long left his eyes, but the smell, the taste of his horror still lingered. At the far end of the alley was a boy who appeared no older then the tender age of seventeen; his eyes blazed red and his golden hair swept about him as if the winds of a hurricane had passed through, the spatters of blood upon his skin and clothes like raindrops. A maniacal grin threatened to split the boy's face, a laugh that matched his expression left his blood-painted lips. He took a deep breath and the grin stretched wider still, eyes flashing and a pink tongue darting out to lick his stained lips as if there was a delectable taste in the dank air. "Delicious. The taste of thyme mixed with rosemary. Fear and horror, my favorite…" his voice was like the sea breeze, rough and soft, cooling yet warm; one that could change in a mere matter of seconds into something vicious.
The sound of a can being kicked across the connected alley alerted the blonde that he was not in his own world, that the mortals here would find the body and catch the person that had killed him. Not even a second after the echo of the can had reached him he disappeared, a black and red tinted feather drifting to the ground where the killer had stood only to settle silently in a puddle of crimson liquid.