A/N: Ok.....i just started fanfics....so i didn't know about the whole
disclaimer thing before, so here goes.
disclaimer: i don't own any of these characters. i don't own stanton. i don't own serena...bladeebladeebladeebla!!!!! ok....hahahahahahaha!!!! now u can't sue me :)
another A/N: i'm in a very happy giggly place right now *grins evilly* so i'm sorry if this chapter's not as good!!! Some of it might just be really lame analogies and stuffs cuz i couldn't think of nEthing else!!!nEway....proceeding w/ my fanfic now!
Chapter Three
As Stanton raced through the shadows, passing the time, he thought to himself what an idiot he was! He should have known not to bring up Serena to the Atrox! Did he actually think that the Atrox would just say 'Hey....here you are Stanton....you can have your life back for no reason whatsoever!' ?
He finally came to a halt to find out where he was. He had been darting from one place to another for hours, not really paying attention. Now he stopped because an overpowering sensation was coming over him. This was one of those feelings that reminded you that you were a follower. It was a feeling that was pounding through his brain. It was where that tainted part of him was. It was where the Atrox had had him do its bidding. This was the feeling that he had to kill. He had to take not only the hope of whoever was nearest, but their lives as well.
He was behind a house that he dimly recognized. It was an inky black night with not a single star in the sky and he could barely see his own hand in front of his face. He slipped around the corner so silently and fluidly that he almost flowed, and not even the most trained military experts would have been able to detect him slinking along the wall. As he came around the corner, the need to kill filling up his entire being, his heart sank and his stomach lurched. He saw three girls walking away from the house. He knew them all. He knew they were all Daughters, dressed in their outfits for Planet Bang. He knew they had been dropping one of their number off and none of them was Serena.
Without thinking he had transported himself to Serena's house. He didn't know what he would do. The need to kill was overpowering his senses and the other girls were driving away. The only one he had in his grasp was Serena. He couldn't kill Serena. But he had to.
No, what was he thinking. He....well he needed her. And he couldn't kill her. Just thinking about her kept him from always feeling like the vile and wretched creature that he was.
Stanton knew he had to see her. Even if he couldn't touch her he knew he had to see her. He had to look at her face. Because of what he was, he knew it wouldn't make him feel any better than he did now. But part of him, because he was invitus, wondered if only seeing her lovely face would make him feel....make him feel.....well make him feel better than he did now.
Against his better judgement, Stanton sunk into the shadows briefly enjoying the captivating sensation, and found himself in the shadows of Serena's chest of drawers. He peered cautiously so that he could catch a glimpse of her. He didn't see her. He moved just a few more inches and still didn't see her. This suprised him because he could see most of the room. He stepped out of the shadows.
She wasn't there.
He began to panic. What if this wasn't her room? He had been here before, and it looked the same. the same whitewashed furniture, the same turquoise bedspread, and the same amazing assortment of trinkets that described the part of her that he would never see; the part of her that wasn't a goddess. But what if one of her siblings just had a very similar room? Or worse, what if he was mistaken and this was Jimena's house, and they had matching rooms or something.
Then she walked through the door.
And he was standing in the middle of the room.
Oh. My. God.
For a second he just stared at her beauty. She was like a goddess, in a sexy, nightclub sort of way. Well, she WAS a goddess, but that was beside the point. She had her hair swept up in a delicately messy bun with gold streaks through it, making her hair look like it was shining in the morning sun. Her face was perfect, as always, and that took his breath away. She was wearing a cutoff gold tube top with gold shimmer all over her shoulders and black leather pants and boots. He really felt very small, insignificant, and inadequate in comparison. But he stared only for a second, because she was also wearing a look that could kill.
He was frozen in place and didn't know what to do. There she was just as he had wanted, but she could see him, and now he needed to kill her with a passion. She was just too close. He hadn't meant to get this close. He needed to just take her hope, stab her or something, and run away before he did anything. He also needed to run and kiss her and tell her that he....wanted to be with her forever. But he didn't. He just stood there, gaping and looking like a fool.
"What are you doing here?" she hissed.
With great intelligence and wit, Stanton replied, "I....um....I...well...er...."
"Get out." And she said it with a vengeance and a meaning that stabbed through him like a knife. She really didn't want him here at all.
And so he did. He made his way back into the depths of the shadows and left. What was he leaving to do?? He was leaving to go and take the lives of innocent people and turn them to the dark side for that one moment of hope. He needed it. And it was what he did best.
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A/N: Okay, people, did u like it???? Hope so....and do you see that NICE little blue button below there? The one that says post your review???? That button is your friend.....and I hear that if you click on it Bill Gates gives you hundreds of dollars in cash.....I don't know....it was just a rumor.....but hey....if it doesn't u can still post a review!!!!!!!
disclaimer: i don't own any of these characters. i don't own stanton. i don't own serena...bladeebladeebladeebla!!!!! ok....hahahahahahaha!!!! now u can't sue me :)
another A/N: i'm in a very happy giggly place right now *grins evilly* so i'm sorry if this chapter's not as good!!! Some of it might just be really lame analogies and stuffs cuz i couldn't think of nEthing else!!!nEway....proceeding w/ my fanfic now!
Chapter Three
As Stanton raced through the shadows, passing the time, he thought to himself what an idiot he was! He should have known not to bring up Serena to the Atrox! Did he actually think that the Atrox would just say 'Hey....here you are Stanton....you can have your life back for no reason whatsoever!' ?
He finally came to a halt to find out where he was. He had been darting from one place to another for hours, not really paying attention. Now he stopped because an overpowering sensation was coming over him. This was one of those feelings that reminded you that you were a follower. It was a feeling that was pounding through his brain. It was where that tainted part of him was. It was where the Atrox had had him do its bidding. This was the feeling that he had to kill. He had to take not only the hope of whoever was nearest, but their lives as well.
He was behind a house that he dimly recognized. It was an inky black night with not a single star in the sky and he could barely see his own hand in front of his face. He slipped around the corner so silently and fluidly that he almost flowed, and not even the most trained military experts would have been able to detect him slinking along the wall. As he came around the corner, the need to kill filling up his entire being, his heart sank and his stomach lurched. He saw three girls walking away from the house. He knew them all. He knew they were all Daughters, dressed in their outfits for Planet Bang. He knew they had been dropping one of their number off and none of them was Serena.
Without thinking he had transported himself to Serena's house. He didn't know what he would do. The need to kill was overpowering his senses and the other girls were driving away. The only one he had in his grasp was Serena. He couldn't kill Serena. But he had to.
No, what was he thinking. He....well he needed her. And he couldn't kill her. Just thinking about her kept him from always feeling like the vile and wretched creature that he was.
Stanton knew he had to see her. Even if he couldn't touch her he knew he had to see her. He had to look at her face. Because of what he was, he knew it wouldn't make him feel any better than he did now. But part of him, because he was invitus, wondered if only seeing her lovely face would make him feel....make him feel.....well make him feel better than he did now.
Against his better judgement, Stanton sunk into the shadows briefly enjoying the captivating sensation, and found himself in the shadows of Serena's chest of drawers. He peered cautiously so that he could catch a glimpse of her. He didn't see her. He moved just a few more inches and still didn't see her. This suprised him because he could see most of the room. He stepped out of the shadows.
She wasn't there.
He began to panic. What if this wasn't her room? He had been here before, and it looked the same. the same whitewashed furniture, the same turquoise bedspread, and the same amazing assortment of trinkets that described the part of her that he would never see; the part of her that wasn't a goddess. But what if one of her siblings just had a very similar room? Or worse, what if he was mistaken and this was Jimena's house, and they had matching rooms or something.
Then she walked through the door.
And he was standing in the middle of the room.
Oh. My. God.
For a second he just stared at her beauty. She was like a goddess, in a sexy, nightclub sort of way. Well, she WAS a goddess, but that was beside the point. She had her hair swept up in a delicately messy bun with gold streaks through it, making her hair look like it was shining in the morning sun. Her face was perfect, as always, and that took his breath away. She was wearing a cutoff gold tube top with gold shimmer all over her shoulders and black leather pants and boots. He really felt very small, insignificant, and inadequate in comparison. But he stared only for a second, because she was also wearing a look that could kill.
He was frozen in place and didn't know what to do. There she was just as he had wanted, but she could see him, and now he needed to kill her with a passion. She was just too close. He hadn't meant to get this close. He needed to just take her hope, stab her or something, and run away before he did anything. He also needed to run and kiss her and tell her that he....wanted to be with her forever. But he didn't. He just stood there, gaping and looking like a fool.
"What are you doing here?" she hissed.
With great intelligence and wit, Stanton replied, "I....um....I...well...er...."
"Get out." And she said it with a vengeance and a meaning that stabbed through him like a knife. She really didn't want him here at all.
And so he did. He made his way back into the depths of the shadows and left. What was he leaving to do?? He was leaving to go and take the lives of innocent people and turn them to the dark side for that one moment of hope. He needed it. And it was what he did best.
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A/N: Okay, people, did u like it???? Hope so....and do you see that NICE little blue button below there? The one that says post your review???? That button is your friend.....and I hear that if you click on it Bill Gates gives you hundreds of dollars in cash.....I don't know....it was just a rumor.....but hey....if it doesn't u can still post a review!!!!!!!
