Hiiii My readers :D It's my birthday today (well...tomorrow for you guys- 8th of June here already) so I figured you guys can't get mad at me because I took so long! :D haha! Genius right ;) nah, you can get mad at me if you want. This chapter took forever! I'm just not used to other's behaviours, I'm so used to writing the greens... but nooooow its sibling bonding time!
Get ready for some serious Demon Domination :\
('Zombie Dance' is from ETF album too...it's my favourite song, and when I went to their concert, Craig especially said it was for anyone who's felt a little "Dead inside" :D I thought of the ruffs as soon as I heard it)
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Take my flesh from me
Put it on display
We got mouths to feed
I'm sick of running away
I can't believe my eyes
I'm terrified
Night full of death
And some say end of times
Take a piece of me tonight
And soon I'll be coming,
Coming, coming for you!
-'Zombie Dance' (Escape the Fate)
-x-
Within a flash I was up in my room, bathed in darkness except for the dim light coming from the bedside table lamp, which illuminated the snoozing figure of Buttercup and Blayze. Buttercup was snuggled up against the pillows, her ebony hair spread out across the sheets and her eyes flickering as her chest rose and fell, Blayze cutely snuggled into her soft neck. My lips twitched into something of a smile as I felt a familiar warmth flutter in my chest, warming the cold, solid anger that was still sitting thick in my system.
I turned, softly stepping into the bathroom and closing the door, flicking on the light as I went. My eyes rising, I stared into my reflection.
It was as though Bane was staring back at me- the bright lights of the bathroom illuminating that pale- almost white skin, my black hair twisting out at odd angles, ruffled and dry with sweat. My eyes, usually a bright shade of deep emerald- where instead a solid, endless black- soulless and empty. I grinned- my canines were sharp. Blood covered my body- splatters of crimson dotted my face and slashed across my arms as though I'd bathed in the precious life essence. I turned on the taps, steam quickly filling the room as I watched the mirror fog- my eyes gradually dulling back to their familiar hue, my teeth softening, the colour returning back to my skin. I dipped my head under the torrent of water, and the blood trickled off my body along with the water, circling around my feet before dripping down the drain.
My eyes flickered open to darkness, and I felt Blayze cuddling up to my chest, his fingers clasping tightly at my shirt. A frown quickly set into my face as I could hear the sound of running water- and the strip of light shone through the crack in the bathroom door. My eyes widened, my heart skipped.
Butch.
He was back!
I gently unlatched Blayze's hold on me, settling him down in a secure hold with pillows. He grumbled, frowning as he clasped and unclasped his fingers as he felt the warmth disappear from him. I tucked him in, giving him a short kiss on the forehead before tiptoeing to the bathroom, my face set.
I needed answers.
Lightly pushing on the door, I couldn't deny the anxiety that was creeping up on me. I remembered back to a time where I feared nothing, but now I guessed it was different…I had something to lose now. And I still couldn't resist looking over at my baby, still laying innocently across the bedspread amongst a fortress of pillows. I would die if anything happened to Blayze, I knew it. My hands slithered down to my still slightly pudgy stomach, cupping it slightly as I knew deep inside, another beating heart was throbbing. Another life I had to protect. Another thing to live for.
I grit my teeth and pushed against the wood, stalking into the steam filled room. Closing the door behind me I leaned against it, squinting in the haze. Faintly I could make out Butch's muscular figure in the shower, leaning against the steam covered glass. Even amongst the misty air, I could still feel his eyes burning into me, filled with passionate intensity.
"Butch?" I asked quietly, my small voice echoing from the tiles of the bathroom wall. I took a hesitant step forward, frowning as I tried to make my way through. I sucked in a harsh breath as I felt something wet grip around my arm, and before I knew it I was dragged under the warm spray of water- heat rippling over my body and suddenly soaking me- fully clothed!
"Butch!" I snarled at him, my eyes snapping shut as I felt the water weigh me down. I wrestled from his grip, grimacing as I felt his wet arms embrace me, holding me back from escaping. I weakly struggled in his grip, but with almost no effort he held me still, pushing me back into the sleek tiles. I shivered in the sudden warmth, knowing it wasn't just the heat of the water brushing against my skin. "Butch…" I managed to grumble more sternly, shaking my head free of droplets. Just as my vision began to clear, I could feel his hands at my thin top, tugging it down my shoulders as his soft lips rubbed against my neck, his teeth grazing my skin. My body froze, trapped against the wet wall, and I jolted as he suddenly gnawed into me, chomping at the flesh. I hissed, shrugging away from him as I slapped a hand to the bruised skin.
"Dammit!" I hissed, glaring down as I withdrew my hand. No blood. Good. "That hurt!"
"You loved it…" He murmured darkly, going back to my shirt. Before I could choke out a response I could feel it being peeled away, dropping to the floor with a wet slap. I growled. This was not going as planned. When did I lose my power like this? I suddenly frowned, a chill seemed to echo through me as I processed those words. Butch sounded…darker…much more low, more of a growl. Animalistic.
I shook my head, my eyes to the floor. I could feel Butch's hard body against mine, holding me close, and I was engulfed in the warmth, the heat of his body. His muscles seemed to be rippling around me, almost vibrating with confined energy. I stared down at that sleek, dripping skin, the arm that was wrapped around me strongly- I sucked in another breath as I watched the water drip- watered down red slithered down in front of me. I froze. Is that…
Blood?
I pushed him off, staring up at him, and with a small yelp I stumbled back, smacking my head on the glass. I stared, my head throbbing- at a pair of black, bottomless eyes staring at me. Stranger's eyes. It made my blood chill within my veins to see those soulless irises staring at me, and I could feel them almost burning my skin with that glare, instead of those emerald orbs black coal pits.
"Butch!" I yelped, frowning. "What the FUCK!" I made to move away, those eyes made me feel as though I was staring into the face of someone I didn't know, who I'd never met and never wanted to, but his hand slammed out in front of me, gripping the glass and barring me from escaping. I shrunk back, glaring in defence.
"What's wrong babe?" He snarled at me, closing the distance. He smirked, and my heart seemed to sink within my chest as I saw his teeth- usually bright and gleaming- now streaked with red. A lump rose in my throat as I gripped at the slippery wall behind me.
"What is wrong with you?" In slight amazement of myself I found my voice- strong and loud- as I faced off with him, my eyes wide. "What's with y-your eyes!"
Butch even grimaced, his hand rising to his face consciously. He ran a finger along his canines, his head drooping slightly so his long black bangs covered his face. There was a thick silence, only broken by the rattling stream of water.
His eyes snapped back to me, flashing forbiddingly, and I fell back against the sleek glass once more, feeling completely pathetic. His hand snapped back into place, locking me in. I tried to keep my face strong, expressionless, but all I could see was his glistening muscles rippling before me, his dripping, naked chest rising and falling with his deep, animalistic pants.
I stared at her, feeling heated. My blood was boiling in my chest and I could feel myself wanting to give in, ravish her like my body willed me to. Her crystal green eyes gleamed at me, her seductive curves shimmering from the water, thick droplets highlighting her every angle. I licked at my lips, my eyes gazing into hers deeply. I couldn't help but lick my lips, my tongue swiping, tasting, salivating…
Fuck.
I'm losing it.
And I love it.
"This is me, baby…"I hissed, my lips twisting into a sly grin. "I'm just a little more…in touch with myself."
Buttercup frowned, and I loved that defiant flash locked within her harsh glare. "In touch-"
"This is who I've always been." I smirked, covering her once more with my body. I loved how suddenly I was so much bigger than her- and it was just so simple, clear in my head. She was mine, and only mine, she couldn't escape even if she wanted to. "I've just unlocked the real me." I flicked the hair out of my eyes, flashing her my best grin. "Like it?"
Her plump, juicy pink lips seemed to gape at me with awe, her eyes widening as it unable to believe it. She simply gawked at me, like an airbourne fish, but I only smirked. I loved how I could make her so speechless.
"But-how-" She spluttered, looking furious. "How did you get that blood all over you?"
I grit my teeth, holding back a proud retort. The aftermath of the act, the excited twitches still echoed through my system- the love of revenge. The satisfaction of death. It was hard to hold back just blurting it out, the fact I'd killed her creator. Instead I shook myself, instead closing in even further, wrapping my arms around her tiny waist. She squirmed in annoyance, and all I could do was moan in her ear as she sent waves of pleasure through me.
"Butch!" She growled, her hands pushing against my chest. She winced as her back hit the glass, and I lifted her up, nibbling on her ear. She tasted so good. "Get off me…" She attempted to wriggle again, but the slippery silkiness of her skin only turned me on more. I couldn't help it, she was so irresistible, and the taste of blood was still rich and ripe on my tongue, her body, and the bloodlust…I couldn't hold back the temptation to take her for my own.
"Just admit it, Babe…" I growled, my fingers digging into her skin as I held her close, roaming her curves. Delicious. I hissed in her ear, lapping at her skin with my tongue as though it was candy. "You want me as much as I want you."
She seemed to freeze against me, letting out a gasp as I finally kissed her, working my way across her face and lashing my lips against hers, paralyzing her. She seemed to fight weakly once more, but I could almost feel it within me, this demonic rush of power, as if the power of my lust was leaking into her, our senses shared. I didn't know what was happening, but I was sure I was doing it- the supernatural charge of electricity between us feeding into her, and suddenly she was kissing back just as readily, just as heated, matching my own animalistic hunger. I couldn't help but smirk.
Being a demon rocks.
The red and blue Powerpuffs, however, were gliding around aimlessly, both confused and tired at the turn of the evening. Their father, the Professor, had sent them on a completely useless mission- when they'd arrived at the mayor's office they'd met with nothing but an empty room. Blossom called, but all she'd received was a tired and somewhat annoyed Miss Bellum, telling them both to go home and sleep.
"It's only 10'o'clock…" Blossom mumbled to her sister, the two standing atop a skyscraper that overlooked the city. Townsville was sleepy tonight, the familiar neon lights of the city scenery blinking at them hazily, and only a few murmurings of city traffic was heard. It seemed the city was safe. "I guess we better go home."
Bubbles stared off into the distance, only managing a small nod. Always the quiet, peaceful one, Bubbles rarely spoke out about anything- she hated to make a fuss, and seemed it was her duty to listen. She was there for Blossom and the Professor, trying to fill in the gaps for the loss of Buttercup, but she couldn't shake the fear and guilt that seemed to dwell within her- the knowledge of a secret that could destroy her entire family- and her own secret, one she had been denying ever since the spark was first lit.
Her icy blue eyes suddenly darted to the side, where a flash of navy blue light seemed to flick across the sky. Her pale lips twitched, her eyes widening as she quickly focused on her older sister, who heaved a sigh.
"I don't know what the Professor meant, but clearly there's nothing going on…" The redhead mumbled. "I'm gonna head back home."
"I'm going to…stay out here for a while…" Bubbles whispered. Blossom's cherry pink eyes narrowed in confusion, but Bubbles attempted to give her sister a comforting smile. "I…just want to look at the stars for a while."
Blossom's face graced into a smile, and Bubbles felt the steady feeling of guilt creep back into her as she felt her sister's arms embrace her. Those icy blue eyes rolled back towards the sky again as Blossom's hand rubbed at her back, letting her go to give her sister a kind smile.
"Just be careful…" She murmured. "And don't worry- we'll get her back. I promise."
Bubbles nodded, the lump in her throat restricting her words. With a final wave Blossom took off into the night air, kicking off the flat room to jet back towards the suburbs, where their house lay. Bubbles wasted no time in kicking off in the completely opposite direction, her cerulean blue jet of light following her as she zoomed towards the familiar forest that lay outside the city towards the mountains.
With a light thud she landed on the soft earth, a familiar hillside that overlooked the giant city of Townsville beneath her. She frowned, stilling in the loud silence around her- the eerie quiet of the forest used to appear so welcoming, now seemed to frightening. Darkness covered her, the only light radiating from the alight city in the distance. When she heard his voice- a mere whisper sneaking through the trees, she jumped, whirling around to stare.
"Bubbles…" The soft voice cooed. Her chest rapidly rising and falling with deep pants, the blue puff could just make out his silhouette encased in the night. "I didn't think you'd come."
"I'm not here to talk pleasantries, Boomer." Bubbles immediately mumbled, but still appeared shy as she stared into the abyss. Usually he would come out to meet her. She sensed danger. "We agreed to meet to talk about Buttercup- why did you send me the signal now? Is something wrong?"
"I don't think that's true…" She could hear the blue ruff coo through the trees. She frowned. "You know our big secret…yet you come to meet me…like the little red riding hood meeting the wolf…I think this is more to you than your sister…"
Bubbles' frown deepened, and a chill went through her- leaving a trail of goosebumps over her pale skin. She shivered, cuddling her arms as she tried to give her meanest stare.
"I don't have time for this!" She hissed. "Come out already!"
"Okay."
Bubbles held in a scream with difficulty as her body jolted forward, fear jolting through her like volts of electricity as Boomer did appear, his final words hissing into her ear- his breath chilling the skin on her neck as his body heat suddenly appeared behind her-his arms wrapping around her shoulders before she even realised. She jumped, but he held her back, his arms securely around her slim body.
"WHAT-!" She wriggled, but all she could do was squeak as she realised she was trapped. Her eyes widened as she wrestled in his grip. But she knew something was up- usually the two were equally matched with strength- but Boomer's body was like stone compared with her feeble efforts. "B-Boomer!" She shouted, horrified. "What are you doing? !"
"I don't want you to see me…" She could hear Boomer mumble hotly in her ear, and she shivered at his voice. It was darker, hoarser…like a growl. It wasn't him. She tried to turn her head, but his head was pressed against hers- his chin on her shoulder, their cheeks pressed together. She was engulfed in his heat, almost feeling his rapidly beating pulse thump through her with his closeness. She tried once again to peel away, but it was as if glue stuck the two together. The puff was hypnotised by his intimacy, his emotions almost flowing into hers. She felt weak, her mind hazy.
"What's happening?" She mumbled, her knees trembling.
"I don't know…" Boomer rumbled. His fingers found her chin and he held her head in place as he turned his own, his black eyes trailing her face hungrily. Bubbles stared straight ahead, her eyes wide with the power that seemed to be radiating from him. He ran his blood stained tongue along her cheek, and Bubbles whimpered with the feeling as Boomer hugged her tighter. "But I can tell you like it."
With that, the two disappeared into the night air.
I awoke, sitting up hurriedly and panting, the cold night air stinging my throat. As I clutched around me, I realised that I was naked, coating in a light coat of sweat, and in bed. Gasping for breath, my mind scrambled for what the hell happened- it was as though I had just been pulled from a horrible night terror. My vision was hazy, but I could tell I was in my room, slightly damp sheets clinging to me as I fought for control of my body. I had no idea what had been happening, everything around me had just blacked out as though my memory had been wiped. I kicked at the sheets, trying to think back and remember what had happened. I was ready to tumble out of the bed and into the cool night air before something wrapped around my waist, dragging me back to my original spot.
"What the hell?" I growled, immediately untangling myself, but I looked back to see it was Butch- his muscular arm securely fastened around me. His emerald eyes glowed in the dark, demanding and hungry.
"Where are you going?" He purred at me, his mischievous glare flashing wildly as he pulled me even closer. "Aren't you ready for round two?"
"Wh-wh-wh-wha-" I spluttered, speechless at the causality of his tone. I shook my head, trying to find myself. All I could feel were Butch's lips on my shoulder, kissing his way up to my neck. When I felt his teeth scrape against my skin, a memory suddenly prickled at those teeth- those canines- biting and nipping at my skin, and I tried my best to push away, my eyes suddenly narrowing. "What did you DO to me?" I suddenly hollered at him, demanding an explanation. My fury was only fuelled by his smug smirk, which shone in the limited light of the room as he yanked me back to him.
"What didn't I do to you…" he purred in her ear.
"Get off me, Butch!" I snarled, my hands against his chest. He frowned in sudden disapproval, giving me a scathing look. I was a hard nut to crack. He must have thought he had me. I rose, having the advantage of looking down at him as I gave him my hardest glare. "What did you do to me! And DON'T give me that look! You did something to me! You blacked me out! I don't remember a thing! All I remember feeling is…"
I frowned, trailing off. My body, despite my mind feeling hazy and blank, felt completely calm, warm and pleasant- tingling… a slight coating of sweat…my lips were bruised, my muscles still twitching. I narrowed my eyes as Butch filled in the last of my words.
"Horny?"
"And that's NOT natural for me!" I spluttered, scrambling around the sheets. "I gotta go, I need to-"
As if by the fastness of lightning, Butch was out of bed and already standing in front of me, his height and shoulder width looming over my pathetic figure as he growled, blocking my path. I blinked, alarmed at his sudden speed. My eyes flicked back from him to the bed, trying to calculate if I had missed something. I stepped back as his eyes flashed- briefly to a dark, coal black before slipping back to natural green. I knew those fierce eyes- wide like a rabid animal. They automatically meant danger.
"You can't keep running from what this is." Butch snarled at me, low and furious. I could only gape at the words.
"What…this…is?" I managed to repeat, choking on the words. "Butch- you forced me here-"
"I didn't force you to love me." Butch spat back, sneering. "And that's what you say- when you can't control yourself."
"How would you know?" Was all I could splutter.
"Because that's what I did!" Butch hollered back. "I got you to act on pure impulse! I just- I-" His eyes suddenly narrowed as he looked down at the ground, suddenly stumped and sheepish. I frowned, now thoroughly anxious. What the Hell was he going on about? He made me do something? Is that why I blacked out and don't remember? What the Hell did happen?
What happened to him?
"What the Hell is up with you!" I hissed at him, feeling tears scratch at my eyes and having no idea why. All I wanted was Blayze- or even my sisters- anyone I could cuddle up to. "What…why are you acting like this?"
"You're not leaving." Butch snarled at me, completely ignoring my questioning and instead grabbing my arm, dragging me back to the bed. I struggled, yanking my arm back, but I barely made a dent with my efforts. He barely flinched as I defended myself, hitting and kicking him, trying to run away. He gave a small growl before rounding on me, lifting me off my feet and carrying me over his shoulder. I snarled in disapproval, growing tired and afraid of what little effort this was taking him. Either I had really lost weight, or he had put on some serious muscle. Being so powerless freaked me out even more, and I was frozen in terror, unable to do anything. He let me go and I flopped onto the bed like a ragdoll, my limbs splayed out as I stared up at him, my eyes wide. He stared back, his dark eyes unforgiving.
"I love you, Buttercup." Butch growled at me. "And despite me being everything you say- a rapist, kidnapper, murderer- I know you love me too. I can fuckin' tell."
I glared at him- watched as he leered over me with obvious power. This wasn't normal, this was not how it was meant to be. Something was wrong. I narrowed my eyes at the father of my babies. This was not the Butch I knew.
Something was wrong.
Blossom arrived to a silent, dark house. She stood in the empty living room, bathed in the blackness of the night. She frowned, only the sound of her heart echoed in her ears. She shivered in the cold, her skin prickling with discomfort. She could feel it- as though she was being watched.
"Professor?" She asked into the night, her feet stepping lightly against the plush carpet.
"Pinky."
Blossom stiffened, whirling around at the noise. She could just make out the pair of blood red eyes gazing out from the shadows, the body silhouetted in the dark. Blossom steadied, her feet planted firmly on the ground as she braced herself, gritting her teeth. She could recognise that voice anywhere. it spoke with arrogance, smugness and overall plain malice. She narrowed her eyes.
"Brick." She snarled. "Where's the Professor?"
Brick stepped out from the shadows, his own body steady as his eyes rose to leer at her, his glowing blood red pupils gazing out from behind his shaggy ginger bangs. Blossom had to freeze at the sight of him. This wasn't the regular red ruff she had grown accustomed to. he was taller, broader, a thin layer of sweat coated the thick muscles on his arms and chest, and his entire body seemed to heave and twitch with every pant of breath, his eyes twinkling maliciously. He looked fierce, almost animalistic…as though she was watching him behind caged bars. She blinked, quickly running her eyes over him. It was as though someone had thrown a bucketful of icy cold water over her. It wasn't just the regular splashes of red colour that signified the ruff… splatters of red blood coated his body, dripping down his skin, slithering down his skin, trickling from his lips…and when he smirked at her- the usually crystal white canines were stained crimson. She froze, her eyes widening.
"Forget about him…" He purred sweetly, sliding over to her. "Wherever he is now, he ain't coming back."
"WHAT DID YOU DO TO HIM!" Blossom suddenly screamed, all common sense and logic had left her body as she threw herself at him, shoving her fists and slamming into his chest. She wanted to hurt him, cause as much pain as she felt at the thought of the Professor in danger. She pushed and punched desperately, emotional tears leaking at her eyes at the very thought, her throat tightening dangerously as she fought back vomit. No. No. NO! She thought, slamming into him over and over. The Professor can't be gone, he can't be! "TELL ME!"
Brick blinked back at her simply, his eyes wide with entertainment at the show. the puff was tearing up, fighting back choked sobs as she tried to hurt him. It was funny for him, to see the puff so usually uptight and in control lose it. She was crazy, he'd love to see her so passionate…if he could tweak her emotions…
he grabbed her wrists with ease, twirling her around so she cried out in sudden pain.
"Come on babe…" He cooed to her. "You're with me now."
With those final words they disappeared, and the house was silent once more.
-x-
Tbc...
(Presumably...end of June :) the 26th is my deadline.)
Let me know what you think will happen next ;)...
