A/N: Personally, this is one of my favorite titles I have thought of. I can just picture Vriska saying this in a snarky, bitchy voice (no offense to Vriska fans, but I just picture it like that).
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The last chapter was SO anti-climactic, as told by so-adorabloodthirsty in a fab-tastic review, it made me cry to read it, and I am the one who wrote it! I was aiming for a mellower conclusion to that episode actually, so I suppose it was a success. I know you lovelies want hot, sloppy make outs, but I am taking this slow and realistically, or at least as realistically as possible. :D But makeouts and other goodies will come eventually.
As far as grammar is concerned, there are some fragmented sentences, but those are purposeful. My artistic license allows such blasphemy occasionally.
This will be Karkat's POV. He is so fun to write!
Okay, let us continue this hot mess.
Veins
Chapter Eight:
Your Friendly Neighborhood Spider Bitch
Well, that was fucking interesting. Let me think, I fell in Egderp's fucking lap, almost kissed the fuckass, Kanaya and Lalonde witnessed this embarrassing bullshittery, and then we had a fuckfest of greetings and shitty reunions complete with taunting smirks from flighty broads and chainsaw threats. I really had missed Kanaya though. It was nice to see her and her chainsaw again after isolation from my friends for an entire sweep.
After Kanaya and the Rose Human left, John turned to me, grinning that stupid grin like always.
"So, who's next?" he said, derpily tilting his head to the side and smiling at me. That. Damn. Smile. I swear to fuck, that smile will haunt me in my Goddamn sleep and never leave me the fuck alone. Damn him and his derp-ass smile.
"What do you mean, Zoosmell Pooplord?" I asked, although I knew full fucking well what he meant. I did not want him there when I faced the others.
He crinkled his freckled nose at the name I had called him by. "I mean to see your troll buddies, Kar! Come on, let's go!" he said grabbing my arm, gently might I add, and dragging me out of the café. I followed him unwillingly. We walked for a time before I spoke the fuck up.
"Where the hell do you think you're going? You don't know where they are, dumbass," I said. He's such a moron.
He stopped and turned to me with a look of realization. "Oh yeah, right. Well, can you lead the way so we can go meet them? Please, Karkaaaaat?" John asked with wide blue eyes and a bucktoothed grin. I grumbled in defeat. He would never let me hear the fucking end of it if I said no.
"Dammit, Egderp, fine, I'll take you to see them. Just behave yourself, or I will cut off your damn arms, beat you with the bloody fucking ends, and then cull you," I told him, assuming a threatening air. He only giggled in a totally unmanly way and finally let go of my arm, which he had been holding for ten fucking minutes.
"Okay then, let's go," he said, waiting for me to take the lead. I had no idea where the fuck they were either, though…
Naturally, not knowing where the hell those fucktards were, I started walking in a random direction in hopes of avoiding anything that breathed, especially my friends. Like I said, I didn't want him there to embarrass me even further in front of the others. I headed for the East Campus. We walked for a good, long-ass twenty minutes before I saw her in a secluded part of the campus. That. Fucking. Bitch.
Unfortunately, said bitch was walking right past John and me. Of course, Egderp had to say hello and draw attention to us.
"Hey, troll girl with the funky horns! Are you Karkat's friend?" John shouted when she got within hearing distance. I snarled at the approaching figure.
She looked our way in surprise, but then a sly smirk curled her disgustingly blue lips when she recognized me. John dragged me toward Her Bitchiness, who met us halfway. We both took a moment to examine the wretched creature, although I am sure Egderp enjoyed the sight more than I did.
Her long, wavy black hair went just past her curvy waist. She wore a black shirt with her insignia, a cerulean Scorpio symbol, that told of her high-class blue blood status. Her gray jacket had one sleeve torn off, displaying her robotic arm to the fucking world. Her vibrant cobalt eye was framed by large glasses that were much less derpy than Egbert's. Her blue-painted lips, which allowed fangs much like Kanaya's to poke out, were the same blue as her vindictive eye. I say 'eye' because her dumbass cue ball decided to mysteriously explode in her face, putting out her eye and taking away her vision eightfold, and also taking off her left arm. Zahhak made her that damn robotic arm. That bitch deserved to writhe in agony without her arm, I say. She now wore a blackened lens to cover the raw socket where her left eye should be. Her horns rose skyward and then did some crazy-ass weird shit at the tips. Her left horn made a crescent, or rather a pincer-looking dealie, while the right did that weird hook-shaped thing like Kanaya's did. She also has a habit of carrying around eight eight-sided dice, called the Fluorite Octet, which she uses as a weapon. She has this stupid thing about spiders and the number eight, therefore, she is forever the amazing Spider Bitch. A fitting name, no?
I honestly hope that her mind control shit does not work here though…
"Hey! You must know Karkat if you're a troll going to school here," said John in greeting. "I'm John Egbert. What's your name?"
"Hello there, John. I'm Vriska Serket, the one and only. Of course I know Karkat! He is practically my moirail," she said in a taunting tone. Her voice was smooth, sensual, and dangerous. Apparently John did not catch the dangerous undertone. That fucking moronic shithead.
"Really? Well, Karkat, why didn't you tell me you guys knew each other?" asked John, turning to me. He did not notice the look of pure disdain when I beheld that blue blood piece of shit.
"She's being sarcastic, dumbshit. Why would we be 'friends'? She's the fucking reason why Tavros almost died! She's the fucking reason Terezi is fucking blind! She's the fucking reason Aradia died, dammit!" I said, growling the last bit. That bitch is psychotic.
"What? Y-you killed one of your f-friends? What the h-hell is wrong with you?" asked John in horror, turning back to Vriska, who was still smirking ominously. He stumbled behind me to where I could not see him.
"Nitram had it coming. He needed to toughen up, otherwise, he would be better off dead. At least I didn't kill him, I only paralyzed him. It's all cool now, though; Zahhak is working on robotic legs for him. Terezi and I are even now, so that is a closed case as well. Aradia...let's just say that lowblood had to pay. Less irons in the fire for me," she said in a casual, yet seductive voice.
"Enough of your damn 'irons in the fire' shit. You took your Flarping fuckery way too far, Spider Bitch. You abused those mind control powers of yours, and now look! You have no friends to speak of. Even Terezi, your fellow Scourge Sister, abandoned you. And don't you dare forget Aradia's little accident," I said in a challenging, angry-as-fuck manner. I was pissed all over again for her plethora of transgressions.
Her visage became flustered as I stared her down, daring her to strife. It looks like she is up to my duel. I left my sickles back in my bag in the respiteblock, though, dammit…
"That had nothing to do with you, mutant candy blood," she said nastily. My eyes widened and my breathing became shallow and ragged. But, wait, how did she- oh yeah, my telltale candy-red eyes. It seems all my luck just abandoned me. I might be culled, right here and now, and John will be the only other witness to my death. This is just fucking perfect.
"So this is your true blood color, eh? How interesting, Karkat, your own eyes betray your deepest, darkest secret. I wonder what that sludge coursing through your veins looks like when it is smeared in the dirt, where it should be," Vriska taunted, motioning for me to come at her. She was still a little ways off, so I had room to maneuver.
I took a defensive stance and stepped backwards, creating distance between us as Vriska discreetly slid her Fluorite Octet out of her pocket, preparing to strife. She meant to cull me, there was no doubt in that simple fact. She was out for my damnable blood, and I was not about to give her the satisfaction of obtaining it. Right at the instant that she was to strike me, a figure leapt in front of me and spread their arms as if to protect me. I recognized that hair and that lithe body…Why would he-
"I know we only just met and all, Vriska, but I will not let you touch Karkat!" said John as threateningly as he could. His thin frame trembled, showing the entire fucking universe how frightened he was of this huge-ass bitch. I was not judging though because I was scared shitless too.
"Get out of my way, human! It's the mutant candy blood I want!" she said, running toward John and me at full speed. As she charged, she reared her arm back and flung her dice, all eight of them. She meant business.
The dice arced gracefully in the air, glinting a beautiful cerulean hue as they fell to the earth. The Fluorite Octet began to glow a pale blue hue when all eight of the set had come to a rest.
"No...no...damn," I whispered. She had rolled all eights. This was her most devastating attack. We are lost, dammit, lost I tell you. Even with my weapons, I would be dead in a second. That lucky bitch just never looses.
"Karkat? What is this?" John asked as he watched the spectacle unfolding before him. Her clothes transformed into those of her ancestor, Marquise Spinneret Mindfang, the notorious pirate. A black long-tailed coat with cerulean accents clothed her torso, hugging it tightly, while long black pants concealed her legs. Her emblem was proudly displayed on her chest. A skirt reminiscent of a spider's web flared around her long legs, and knee-high red boots adorned her feet. In her gloved hand, she held a new weapon that I have come to dread. A wicked cerulean sword with a deadly hook jutting down from the end was pointed at my racing vascular pump, or rather John's. This ghostly apparition has come to be a sort of Grim Reaper to me.
"This is…Ancestral Awakening," I replied, taking a step back in horror. I was going to die. I have to come to terms with that immutable fact. I was a dead troll walking. She advanced towards us, savoring our fear.
All I could see was that smirk, promising me certain death. That glinting eye of the purest of cerulean pierced my being, whispering to me in the voice of an angel, 'you, Karkat Vantas, are going to be culled'. The red sludge that caused this in the first damn place is roaring in my ears, screaming at me to run, or at least protect myself. I look back to John, who is still standing right in front of me, quivering, defending me from Vriska. I need to protect him first, then I can focus on saving my own ass. I just need to get to John before Spider Bitch does. I cannot allow him to die because of my own damn problems. I deserve to die more that John, so I might as well get this over and done with.
My pride be damned.
"John! John, move, Goddamn it!" I yelled as I sprinted toward him, preparing to shove him out of Vriska's line of fire and take the full force of her strike. If someone has to die, it should be me.
She raised her sword above her head, preparing to strike us down. A crazed fire in her eye danced in wild, psychotic ecstasy as she continued in our direction, getting ever closer. I could see her shark-like grin, daring me to defy my imminent death.
Before I could even lay a fucking finger on him, Vriska stopped dead in her tracks, skidding to a halt, and lowered her sword, albeit hesitantly. A figure stood in front of John and me, weapon raised. The figure's head swiveled to the side.
"Hey there Karkles, need a hand?" asked a familiar, teasing voice. A flicker of hope smoldered within me, fueled by the appearance of the apparition before me.
Vriska ground her teeth and narrowed her blue eye maliciously at the newcomer. The aforementioned newcomer only grinned a cheshire cat grin and tensed, ready for battle.
"Long time, no see, Scourge Sister."
Cliffhanger...How typical of me! ;) Tell me if I messed up, okay? I loooooooove feedback!
