Chapter 1: The Death Game

A/N: Well, this is my first story between Lord Vile and Darquesse/Valkyrie. Hope you enjoy it!

Darquesse skipped through the streets smashing cars with her shadows as she went, earning terrified screams from the civilians that cluttered the sidewalks. The screams were like music to her ears as she smashed a telephone pole, the frantic citizens scrambling around like idiots in attempt to get away from her. Ha this was fun; maybe she could try torturing some mortals…Now that sounded amusing.

Darquesse smirked as she selected her victim: a thirty year old business man. Her shadows instantly slithered towards the unsuspecting man, and he only shrieked like a girl as he was hoisted from the ground upside down. Darquesse laughed at his unsuccessful attempts at escape, and smacked him up against a nearby tree with a huge thud. As the man went unconscious, she sensed a presence behind her, and released her shadow grip on the man to spin around.

Lord Vile himself stood a few yards ahead of her, tilting his armored head at her. Darquesse only bit her lip and checked the killing machine out, a devilish glint in her cold eyes. Lord Vile began to walk up to her slowly, and Darquesse joined him and walked towards him. The two were inches apart before long, and Darquesse mimicked Vile as he tilted his head once again. She flew up in the air with her shadows and sat upon them, gazing down at the stunned people covering the sidewalk, thoughts of murder and torture flashing through her mind. She watched as Vile turned his gaze to look up at her and she smiled before shooting shadows down to grasp a small car.

The car rose up and over a hotdog stand, people cowering in fear underneath it.

Darquesse gave another evil laugh before slamming the car down with great force. Vile seemed impressed and took it as a challenge, wondering what damage he could cast upon this dreadful town. He too grabbed a car with his shadows, and flung it inside a shop, watching as injured people attempted to crawl out of it, blood pouring down their faces. Vile only tilted his head at them and walked up to the nearest one, outstretching his armored hand as the man raised high in the air in panic. Vile twisted his hand and the man's head snapped, earning clapping from Darquesse as she wolf whistled at him.

Darquesse dropped from her cloud of shadows and landed on the pavement, the road cracking beneath her.

Darquesse realized it was now her turn, and strode over to a woman who began crying instantly, shaking her head in response. Darquesse only smirked and used her shadows to decapitate her, the woman's body slumping forward as Darquesse spun around to face Vile.

Before Vile could select another victim, they all ran away in horror knowing what was going to happen next. Darquesse laughed viciously as the crowd fled, and then walked slowly up to Vile, and slid comfortably into his cold grasp. Vile brought his head down to meet Darquesse's lips, the place where his lips should be gliding across hers in desperation. Darquesse absorbed the cold that radiated from his armor and stepped back to give one last peck to his head.

Darquesse waved with a devilish smile and shadow walked away, leaving Vile's cold heart lurching.

Vile began to pursue her, chasing her as she constantly shadow walked away in laughter. If it was a game she wanted, it would be a game she got.

Vile chased her for the next hour, until he noticed a fine pattern in her shadow walking. He decided to shadow walk to the beach she had been at a few moments ago instead of where she wanted him to go.

Finally Darquesse appeared in a cloud of shadows, folding her arms and a dark smirk upon her face.

"Looks like you've guessed my game, Vile," she pouted, not taking her eyes off Vile.

Lord Vile only nodded and stared at her as she stared back. Darquesse sighed and began to walk up to Vile without any caution or hesitation. Vile only tilted his head at her as she stood a few inches in front of him, and held out her hand. Vile was confused as he outstretched his hand in response. Darquesse smirked devilishly at him and twisted his wrist, following with a kick that sent him onto the ground.

Darquesse gave an evil laugh as she dusted her hands off and smirked down at Vile who was trying to stand. Vile stood tall in front of her, and she sensed a playful smile behind that visor of his. Darquesse watched as Vile shot shadows at her, instantly knocking her to the sand below.

She laughed as she stood up and walked over to Vile, her shadows swarming with his in sync. She smiled up at him, that evil shine still in her cold eyes. Vile held her hand as they both shadow walked back to the town they started in, the mortals shrieking in shock. They were bored after chasing each other around like animals, and torturing more people sounded a little fun right about now.

Darquesse scanned the crowd as Vile stood behind her, and watched as a gangster boy strode around the crowd, acting tough. He shoved past everyone in his way and strode a few feet in front of Darquesse and Vile, obviously thinking he could beat them. Oh, was he wrong.

Darquesse smirked at the boy and Vile only tilted his head, the boy folding his arms in response. He looked ridiculous to Darquesse with the whole baggy jeans, dirty shirt, and backwards hat. She didn't like him, which meant torturing him would be good fun. Sadly, she couldn't start until he made the first move, which would probably be after he was done yelling threats.

"What is this, some LARP even or something?" the boy spat, inspecting Vile's armor.

Vile tilted his head again and clenched his fists, and the boy laughed in return. This guy wasn't really smart, apparently. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a gun, smirking as he did so.

"Ready to die, woman?" he called, loading the pistol.

Darquesse gave an evil laugh as he pulled the trigger, and brought up a shield of shadows as the bullet hit, and it ricocheted off and into the chest of a man standing in the crowd. The boy's eyes widened as Darquesse brought the shadows down, her eyes turning the deepest black…which mean she was pissed. Darquesse growled and raised her hand the shadows eagerly snapping in the boy's direction.

"No, don't kill me! I have a life to live!" the boy pleaded, much to Darquesse's amusement.

Darquesse shrugged and looked up at Vile, who had his hands on her shoulder's watching the whole scene go down. He nodded at her earning a smile as she spun around to face the weeping boy. Darquesse only laughed and let her shadows dart out, slicing the boy into small pieces that fell onto the pavement. Everyone was speechless around them, cowering in fear from the lovers.

Darquesse smirked as they all ran deep into the center of town, and turned to Vile who was kissing her instantly. Darquesse returned the kiss and after a while pulled back, putting a finger to her bottom lip as she thought. She then smirked and shadow walked away, leaving Vile to follow her…again.

Oh how he hated having to chase her to get his kisses.

Darquesse was an evil woman…

A/N: Bad, huh?

Gosh, I didn't expect it to be that bad for my first chapter of the story…ehh, guess that is what happens when you try something new. What shall I call this Darquesse and Vile ship?

Hmmm is there already one?