Closer
AN: Hi FF users/human beings/spaghetti monsters/sjws/trolls/lovecraftian abominations/whatever you want to be referred to as, I was bored so I decided to make an account and write a really terrible Sonic fanfiction for no reason whatsoever other than to just be a troll. If you can, please give me tips on how to make more cringe(?) and painful. (Bad reviews are encouraged) :D
(This is a repost from my DA page here: )
Rated M for blood, adult language, sex and terrible fanfiction goodness!
Ch 1. Party Poison
The city of Station Square gleamed under the midnights sky, as I stood on the tallest skyscraper I could find. As the wind blew though my purple hair, I sighed. I wonder if I would ever see him again. I pondered. That smile, those gleaming red eyes, his sexy voice, what was his name again? Shadow, that was it. What an odd name. Says me, Raven Mid'night Wolfsbane. Stupid goth me.
I hear something from behind me. I sheathed my katana, and bared my fangs. "Hey, gorgeous." The guy said in a flirty tone. I turned around. "What do you want, Silver." I said, snarling at him. He smirked at me, his silver fur gleaming under the moonlight. He was wearing an open sleeveless jacket, exposing his smexy chest. "I need you for somethin' hun. A favor." He said, using a seductive voice. "If your asking to fuck, then no, I'm not a slut like that Amy bitch." I snareld thinking of that dumb whore. Sliver must have known I was getting angry so he put arm around me. Then he tried to cop a feel and I slapped him. "Don't touch me shitheat." I growled, letting him see my fangs. "I won't hesitate to bite you." "Go ahead," he said, mocking me. "Bite me. Drink my blood. The moment you do somethin' nasty, the Fallen will be at your throaht."
I backed down. As much I don't want to admit it, he was right. I made a pact with them 2 years ago with the Fallen – a coven of vampires – to wield SteelKiss, a magic katana which has been passed down for centuries from person to person. They say it has been infused with the blood with the first vampire ever to exist. I'd say it was all just a trashy story, but after how many times I used it, I wouldn't be surprised if it was true. It's blade was beyond sharp and gleamed underthe light of the moon. Its hilt was blood red and decorated with pentagrams. Upon receiving it, I somehow became a vampire and gained a weird mark in the shape of a heart on my thigh. By biting an important person like Silver, it would draw attention to the Fallen, and they don't want that.
"So…..about the offer?" Silver inquisited. I looked at him with my golden orbs. Everything seemed silent for a moment.
"Sure."