Well, this is my second fanfiction (the other one is on a huge mega haitus, sorry for that) and I am really nervous. AND it is going to be quite a brutal one with essential needs of fluff and romance. We cannot live without those. It is quite an AU yes. Not necessarily a crossover. It is still set in the DWP Universe. But combines with the certain aspects of the Tokyo Ghoul setting. And our own sweet Ghoul shall know some ghouls from Tokyo. Tokyo Ghoul is an Anime/Manga, that is known for its brutal, beautiful and emotional rollercoaster ride. If you can stand anime, it is a real treat to watch. Ghouls are creatures that look like humans, only in their 'real' form their eye colour changes completely. They feats on human flesh, not a pretty sight no.
You have different types of ghouls. Those who hunt people down without mercy and those who live a sort of vegetarian life. Oh, and they cannot eat regular food. Only coffee! Awyish.
I shall give information throughout the whole series. If this of course is appreciated. So I warn you for mild gore. Also, The Ghoul universe is a not a soft one. Of course I shall tone it down for this story. AND LADIES IN LOVE. YES…!
Oh and the whole running away thing in Paris never happened.
Ps. English is not my first language and I have dyslexia. Even if I read it through, there will be some grammatical mistakes. I try to catch them all, and mostly with success. But sometimes one slips through.
''If an angelic being fell from the sky and tried to live in this world of ours, I think even they would commit many wrongs.'' - Juuzou Suzuya
The smell of steel was in the air. The tiny droplets of rain making the scent almost being washed away into the gutters of New York city. Unnoticeable if you weren't paying attention. You couldn't deny the cracking of bones, though. Flesh tearing of its owner. Teeth gracing, trying to find the right spot to bite. Delightful moans echoed through the dirty alley. Brown hair sticking to the creatures face. Sticky by rainwater and blood. Pearly white teeth gracing the victims earlobe. 'You wish to be free?' a husky voice spoke, 'you wish to not feel pain anymore? Much like your helpless victims did.'
A thick gargle was the response, blood trickling down the barely alive man his neck.
'Filthy fucks like you disgust me!' the woman screamed, snapping his leg once again. The noise drained out by the now heavy rain. 'You have no right to wish, much as I have.'
The man cried out, he knew he was going to die. He didn't understand why, though. He couldn't see the hum- creature it's face. All he knows that it is female. He felt a burning and light weight sensation at the beginning of his thighs. And not the good kind, he thought with a filthy smirk, making him cough up even more blood. He could hear the creature chewing. Chewing on his now absent legs.
'Life is precious, don't you think?' the husky, sweet voice ringed in his ear. The distance made her almost sound like a teenager, talking with her mouthful. He wanted to run. But he missed two essential body part to do so.
'You should celebrate in every way. Death is so close. Life is even closer, we don't want to lose it.' She muttered. 'And life is even more deadly than death itself because of that, life kills the most precious things.' He heard hollow things being cluttered to the ground. Glancing to his left, he saw thoroughly cleaned bones. His bones.
Starting to feel faint and empty, his last energy was put into the thick tears running down his stumbled cheeks. 'Aw, you are crying? YOU are being emotional?! HOW DOES IT FEEL TO BE OUT OF CONTROL?' The man now could see her face. And he wished he didn't.
She was gorgeous, she would fit right into his collection. Only her eyes. The eyes he couldn't explain, as he will ever do that after this ordeal. Red. The irises where red and surrounded by thick red vines. Where you supposed to see white, there was black. It was truly haunting and captivating in one.
A wicked, white smile was directed at him. Traces of blood still visible at the corners of her mouth.
Standing to her full length, the woman smoothed out non-existing wrinkles out of her wine red lace crochet blouse. Smart move, the man thought. His mind already started to slow down when she broke his right leg. Now he felt like a guppy, swimming in the same direction and forgetting why he did so in 3 seconds. He also saw thigh high black boots, which fitted perfectly. He just was just going to focus on her legs. If that was going to be his last thought and view, he better made most of it.
But he was so wrong. He felt his head being lifted, by two warm rubber clad hands. The creature was trying to force him to look into its eyes, and he did. To his surprise he was met with a pair of sweet warm chocolatey eyes. The woman looked like an angel, to be even more cliché. Only the smears of blood around her mouth made the image even more contradicting and horrid.
'Now rest into whatever fate that has been promised to you.' And after those words the snapping of a neck could be heard.
Dropping the body like it was a sake potatoes, the woman walked towards the now very cleaned bones. It seems that marrow was for dessert, and a sweet distant smile pulled at her lips. Tucking the bones in her last season Hermes bag, she jumped on the container. Smelling the air she could still smell the, to her very well-known scent of blood. And the garbage that was rotting within the alley. She giggled at her own line of thought. You could take that one in many ways.
Not even casting a glance at the horrible scene that she caused. She left the miserable looking sod behind, jumping on the roof nearest of her. Parkour started to be her thing. The fast clicking of heels could be heard, slowly disappearing in the now dry night.
Leaving the body behind of Jack Morewood, serial rapist/murderer and heavily searched by NY SUV department.
So what do you think? worthy of a next chapter? xx Tara