You know what they say; obsession is a dangerous thing? Well, Raven is just about to find the rightful meaning to those words.
OBSESSION
Prologue
The wind rushed through the dark ally and the long black hair of a passerby. He walked up to a door that was half way down the darkness, and opened his long over coat, reached into one of his many pockets, and took out a chain that held a multiple of keys that rattled as they hit each other.
His black eyes narrowed and he looked from one side to the other. He went through the set of keys until he found the one he was looking for. Then he placed the key into the lock and pushed forward. The door creaked open and he walked in.
He crept down a long hall way that was illuminated by torches that were placed evenly through out the walls of the hall.
He stopped at the end, were a very old fashioned door stood. It was wide and tall and was made of wood that looked very thick. It had bolts that each had it's very own lock that had to be opened.
He went through his set of keys once again. When, he had opened all the little locks and all that was left was the big lock, he reached into his jacked, once again, and took out another key. This one was looked as old as the door and had a skeleton looking end.
He placed the worn out key into the lock and turned it. The door slowly wheezed open. Crying in pain as it hit the wall on the other side. He walked in to the dark room and felt to the right. He felt the light click and flipped it up. Immediately the room was flooded with light.
The room was medium sized, and was completely black. The ceiling, walls and all the furniture. Which, by the way, wasn't much. Only a bed, with what looked like chains attached to it, a table, that had all types of torched gadgets on it.
All black.
He looked around and nodded. Every thing seemed in order. He just had to check every thing over once more. He walked over to the bed. On each side was a short chain that had shackles on the end.
Perfect…
He left his sanctuary to find his pray for this night… A young girl to put water over his raging desires. It didn't take long. Although she was beautiful, she was nothing like HER, but she will do… For tonight.
The girl looked the age of 16… And she was already on the streets. Selling her body for money to survive. Her short black hair was in a bun. And she was warring such revealing clothes…. Yes, she will do nicely.
She obviously had been on the streets for a while. Cuz she looked confident. She looked over to him and smiled sexily. He smiled, but his was more dangerous. He could see the shiver that ran down her spine and his smile got bigger.
He made the universal sign for "come here". She nodded and started over. When she got to him they nodded and walked into the ally. He led her to the room he was just in. He could practically feel her fear radiating off her.
He loved it…
He loved the power, it made him feel… What would be the word for it?
Like he was king. He had to be a king if he was going to be HER mate. And he WAS going to become her mate. Even if he had to force her. She will bend to his every wimb. She WILL!
He nodded to him self and turned back to the whore that was starring at the bed with question. She looked back at him and he nodded again.
He heard her gulp. There is was again! The feeling of power, that resided at the end of his finger tips.
She lied down on the bed and he strapped her down. He heard her squeak and she began to struggle against the binds he placed on her. He laughed and 'tisked' her.
"Now, now… You don't want to do that." He reached for a table that was close to him, one with the many tables that had horrible devices on it.
He let her look at it. It was one of his favorites. A pizza cutter. Keep the simple things close to your heart. He heard her take a sharp intake of breath as she looked at the object.
As he walked up to her she started to thrash around, but he just laughed. Suddenly be brought the pizza cutter down and cut off her leg at an anaganizingly slow pace. He watched the blood ooze out of the wound he inflicted.
He watched as the life, slowly, slipped away from her eyes. Her struggles weakened. Her breathing stopped, and he could hear her heat stop as well.
He felt like God. He had the power to take as many lives as he wished! He looked up to the poster on top of the, now, crimson colored bed. It was a poster of Raven from the Teen Titans.
"Sleep well my future queen of darkness… Very soon I'll be King Drake and you'll be MY Queen Raven."
Well? How was it? I own nothing so…. Ya. I'm broke. (tear)
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-Hiei81