Deep Down
A/n: As before, don't own Ansem, own myself and the plot.
I'll also note the song for each chapter changes, but the POV never does.. Kind of. I will also have it from Tista's point of veiw.
This is VIOLENT in this one. Much blood and gore. Thank you for reading this, and for the reviews I got.. (Kurama-Freak, I owe you one ^^; ) I am getting this chapter done, and I would really love many reviews for this. This is a very scary lemon... I think. *grins* Read on.
Def Leppard owns the rights to 'Pour Some Sugar On Me', not I. Okee? Okay. Thank you. Now, please, read?
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Yes, Dameon died slow and long. His blood poured into the carpet, staining it as well. His blood trickled down the walls, sliding down and glimmering in the fading lights. Organs had been flung everywhere, all but his bleeding heart. "Yes, that's it." I hissed, eyes widening insanely.
"Give me your remorse, your pain, your fear! Let me feed on it, my dear! Let it evenlope you. Let me drown in your emotions to make me even more powerful!"
I watched Trista look up to me, shaking in hatred. "I hate you." Venom dripped from her voice, deepening her feelings, clenching her fists. I grited my teeth, glaring to her. "I hate you, you ruddy, ugly, disgusting, foul, lilly-livered, belly-flopping, heartless son of a BITCH!" She screamed. I watched, smirking. I eased my lithe form down into a black chair, licking my hands. A murmur only escaped my lips.
~*~ Step inside, walk this way... You and me babe, hey, hey! ~*~
She glared at me. "I'LL GET REVENGE!" She shrieked. She reached forward, grasping to the bloody knife. Bloody hell. I knew she was dangerous with those things. Never could you tell what would happen... Really...
"Oh, dear. Darling..." I said. "Don't get your lovely apron dirty." I smirked, watching her shake with anger.. But I never noticed what was behind me A claw stabbed deep into my shoulder, and turned around with a growl. I reached forward and ripped the black and blue cat-girl from her attack.
"Tsuki!" Trista had screamed.
Of couse! Tsuki, ah, how I wanted to kill her. I had been pulling back my own sword to stab her through the gut when my blood splurted from my side. Trista was standing there, driving it deeper. "Let go of my friend!" She hissed, her eyes filled with a dark glow. Blood-lust.. It was beautiful. I don't deny it, she could hurt a man like fucking hell.
"Fuck.." I muttered, dropping the over-grown feline specimen and disappearing into the haze of darkness, still bleeding.
When I arrived in my black and red castle, covered in the insignia of the Heartless, I staggered into the Seer's room, well, not really staggered, I guess. Strutted was more of the word. I knew my wounds could heal from anything... Amazing, isn't it?
As I stepped into the seer's room, he happened to be sitting, turning to me, although he was blind, those rose colored eyes told me my fortunes were either death or joy.
Lovely... I may die from the person I want most. I sat quickly down, waving a hand at the perfumes and smells, glancing about the golden aztec chains, silks and scarfs, a large bed where the long clothed seer sat. He had long blue hair, covering his eyes only slightly, giving him the ghostly appearance of death himself. I amused myself with the idea... Yes, he was death for Dameon. He had told me I had to kill them both for Trista to fall into our trap.
And how she had. The Seer tossed his bones, stones, and gems. They rolled off the bed, and onto the hard floor. He shook his head. Although blind, he was not stupid.
"I am afraid, Sir Ansem," He began, shaking his head still. "That her fate is different then thee's. She has already fallen in love twixt many times... And she still carries the dark scar with them all within her. Thou must not anger her further. It would lead to her downfall and death. Depression marks her eyes, anger slips from her control... Thou shouldst be careful."
I glanced to the bones, stones and gems. Walking over, and picked up an emerald stone, noticing beneathe the shines, I found writing in it.
"And what does it say?" He asked me. I growled in agitation, spatting out the words: "You deem me strange, but I am even darker underneathe. Every heart beat is in darkness... All will die one day. Isn't that true? Do not hide behind your mind's lies..."
The Seer had smiled. But when I looked into his eyes, they were a darker red and evil looking. "You must remind yourself... Love with her will be a rugged path. Disguise yourself into a deep, dark mind who has given already when the time comes. What you seek is where she lives. Thou shouldst walk in another form... A kitten, black and harmless."
~*~ Love is like a bomb, baby, c'mon get it on! ~*~ (Trista's POV)
He wrapped his arms about me, pulling me up. I felt his arms tighten about me, a small breath of contentment spreading from his mouth to my ears, making me shiver all over. I never knew how strong his really was. His hands roamed my body, doing nothing, and I felt him breathe shakily. "I never imagined..." He breathed, pale, cold lips touching my neck. "I'd be able to sit here.. And love you."
My cheeks burnining already, I couldn't believe him. How long had he... "How long have I loved you?" He chuckled, soft breathe tickling my neck's sensitive skin as his tongue slipped out, running down my vein, and I know his eyes trailed down my body, somehow I knew his eyes had, before them, a feast of the female body.
"I've fallen in love many times." Ansem continued. "But each broke my heart. My Seer told me there was only one for me... And that was you."
My blood chilled like ice at these words. I tried getting from his grasp. "You tried killing Tsuki..." I whispered. I never felt such a pain before that shot through my arm.
His teeth sunk into my skin, growling lowly: "I will never kill anyone, as long as I have you, and you only. I don't need anyone else. Leave meand you -will- die!"
I felt my own, warm, sticky hot blood running down my shoulder as Ansem began to lick it up, teasingly. His tongue gave me shivers, making me shake and moan at his touches.
"You like it, don't you..." He mumured, his eyes glowing darkly. I watched him with fearful eyes, near tears.
His hand reached up and wiped my tears away, nodding curtly. I turned to face him, and he smiled. I swore I'd never do this, but...
Our lips touched, not just for a brief second, bu for a longer time. His weight pushed my form back onto the bed and I found he was, indeed, a good kisser. His tongue begged for entrance to my mouth, I couldn't deny him that- hell, I couldn't even move!
His fingers ran through my hair, and I could feel his heart beat pick up as mine did. I was making out with my worst enemy, and my own true love.
Bloody hell... I must have been tired. I barely remembered what had happened next. I remember only the pain of feeling like Ansem was going to cut off my air supply.
After each kiss, he would, tenderly, caress my hair, stroking my cheek and whispered sweet nothings to me. When I fell asleep, I would only remember those nothings. They meant the world to me- and to him.
~*~ Livin' like a lover with a radar phone.. ~*~
(Ansem's POV)
I watched her fall asleep. Finally. I smiled to her. Yes, something like this was never seen to me. I was rarely in such a good mood. But... We were in love. In the name of love, I would have called her an angel... Hell, she is an angel.
I sat up, watching her peaceful sleep. I turned my head as footsteps walked warily to the door. The door creeked open...
And I sat there, staring to Sora as a small black kitten. "What're you doin', Ansem?" Sora said, picking me up. "Let's let Trista-chan sleep."
~*~ Pour some sugar on meeeeeeeaaaah! ~*~
"Crazy..." Riku muttered. I heard him, and felt him watching me as I sat down and opened a book up. I had never known this house of Riku's was huge - and interesting. I was reading a story entitled: "Dragon's Kiss."
An excerpt was this:
' "No, John... Stay away!" Amy shrieked, holding her arms in front of her as the tall man watched with a grin, actually calm. "It's okay, Amy, my darling..." He purred, reaching forward to grasp her wrist. He had succeded, pulling her into a deep and tuantilizing kiss, lips locked in the throws of passion.'
Such graphic things were new to me. Heh... I wondered if Trista knew I could, stretching, I curled up into the soft carpet and dozed off into slumberland.
A/n: As before, don't own Ansem, own myself and the plot.
I'll also note the song for each chapter changes, but the POV never does.. Kind of. I will also have it from Tista's point of veiw.
This is VIOLENT in this one. Much blood and gore. Thank you for reading this, and for the reviews I got.. (Kurama-Freak, I owe you one ^^; ) I am getting this chapter done, and I would really love many reviews for this. This is a very scary lemon... I think. *grins* Read on.
Def Leppard owns the rights to 'Pour Some Sugar On Me', not I. Okee? Okay. Thank you. Now, please, read?
=================================
Yes, Dameon died slow and long. His blood poured into the carpet, staining it as well. His blood trickled down the walls, sliding down and glimmering in the fading lights. Organs had been flung everywhere, all but his bleeding heart. "Yes, that's it." I hissed, eyes widening insanely.
"Give me your remorse, your pain, your fear! Let me feed on it, my dear! Let it evenlope you. Let me drown in your emotions to make me even more powerful!"
I watched Trista look up to me, shaking in hatred. "I hate you." Venom dripped from her voice, deepening her feelings, clenching her fists. I grited my teeth, glaring to her. "I hate you, you ruddy, ugly, disgusting, foul, lilly-livered, belly-flopping, heartless son of a BITCH!" She screamed. I watched, smirking. I eased my lithe form down into a black chair, licking my hands. A murmur only escaped my lips.
~*~ Step inside, walk this way... You and me babe, hey, hey! ~*~
She glared at me. "I'LL GET REVENGE!" She shrieked. She reached forward, grasping to the bloody knife. Bloody hell. I knew she was dangerous with those things. Never could you tell what would happen... Really...
"Oh, dear. Darling..." I said. "Don't get your lovely apron dirty." I smirked, watching her shake with anger.. But I never noticed what was behind me A claw stabbed deep into my shoulder, and turned around with a growl. I reached forward and ripped the black and blue cat-girl from her attack.
"Tsuki!" Trista had screamed.
Of couse! Tsuki, ah, how I wanted to kill her. I had been pulling back my own sword to stab her through the gut when my blood splurted from my side. Trista was standing there, driving it deeper. "Let go of my friend!" She hissed, her eyes filled with a dark glow. Blood-lust.. It was beautiful. I don't deny it, she could hurt a man like fucking hell.
"Fuck.." I muttered, dropping the over-grown feline specimen and disappearing into the haze of darkness, still bleeding.
When I arrived in my black and red castle, covered in the insignia of the Heartless, I staggered into the Seer's room, well, not really staggered, I guess. Strutted was more of the word. I knew my wounds could heal from anything... Amazing, isn't it?
As I stepped into the seer's room, he happened to be sitting, turning to me, although he was blind, those rose colored eyes told me my fortunes were either death or joy.
Lovely... I may die from the person I want most. I sat quickly down, waving a hand at the perfumes and smells, glancing about the golden aztec chains, silks and scarfs, a large bed where the long clothed seer sat. He had long blue hair, covering his eyes only slightly, giving him the ghostly appearance of death himself. I amused myself with the idea... Yes, he was death for Dameon. He had told me I had to kill them both for Trista to fall into our trap.
And how she had. The Seer tossed his bones, stones, and gems. They rolled off the bed, and onto the hard floor. He shook his head. Although blind, he was not stupid.
"I am afraid, Sir Ansem," He began, shaking his head still. "That her fate is different then thee's. She has already fallen in love twixt many times... And she still carries the dark scar with them all within her. Thou must not anger her further. It would lead to her downfall and death. Depression marks her eyes, anger slips from her control... Thou shouldst be careful."
I glanced to the bones, stones and gems. Walking over, and picked up an emerald stone, noticing beneathe the shines, I found writing in it.
"And what does it say?" He asked me. I growled in agitation, spatting out the words: "You deem me strange, but I am even darker underneathe. Every heart beat is in darkness... All will die one day. Isn't that true? Do not hide behind your mind's lies..."
The Seer had smiled. But when I looked into his eyes, they were a darker red and evil looking. "You must remind yourself... Love with her will be a rugged path. Disguise yourself into a deep, dark mind who has given already when the time comes. What you seek is where she lives. Thou shouldst walk in another form... A kitten, black and harmless."
~*~ Love is like a bomb, baby, c'mon get it on! ~*~ (Trista's POV)
He wrapped his arms about me, pulling me up. I felt his arms tighten about me, a small breath of contentment spreading from his mouth to my ears, making me shiver all over. I never knew how strong his really was. His hands roamed my body, doing nothing, and I felt him breathe shakily. "I never imagined..." He breathed, pale, cold lips touching my neck. "I'd be able to sit here.. And love you."
My cheeks burnining already, I couldn't believe him. How long had he... "How long have I loved you?" He chuckled, soft breathe tickling my neck's sensitive skin as his tongue slipped out, running down my vein, and I know his eyes trailed down my body, somehow I knew his eyes had, before them, a feast of the female body.
"I've fallen in love many times." Ansem continued. "But each broke my heart. My Seer told me there was only one for me... And that was you."
My blood chilled like ice at these words. I tried getting from his grasp. "You tried killing Tsuki..." I whispered. I never felt such a pain before that shot through my arm.
His teeth sunk into my skin, growling lowly: "I will never kill anyone, as long as I have you, and you only. I don't need anyone else. Leave meand you -will- die!"
I felt my own, warm, sticky hot blood running down my shoulder as Ansem began to lick it up, teasingly. His tongue gave me shivers, making me shake and moan at his touches.
"You like it, don't you..." He mumured, his eyes glowing darkly. I watched him with fearful eyes, near tears.
His hand reached up and wiped my tears away, nodding curtly. I turned to face him, and he smiled. I swore I'd never do this, but...
Our lips touched, not just for a brief second, bu for a longer time. His weight pushed my form back onto the bed and I found he was, indeed, a good kisser. His tongue begged for entrance to my mouth, I couldn't deny him that- hell, I couldn't even move!
His fingers ran through my hair, and I could feel his heart beat pick up as mine did. I was making out with my worst enemy, and my own true love.
Bloody hell... I must have been tired. I barely remembered what had happened next. I remember only the pain of feeling like Ansem was going to cut off my air supply.
After each kiss, he would, tenderly, caress my hair, stroking my cheek and whispered sweet nothings to me. When I fell asleep, I would only remember those nothings. They meant the world to me- and to him.
~*~ Livin' like a lover with a radar phone.. ~*~
(Ansem's POV)
I watched her fall asleep. Finally. I smiled to her. Yes, something like this was never seen to me. I was rarely in such a good mood. But... We were in love. In the name of love, I would have called her an angel... Hell, she is an angel.
I sat up, watching her peaceful sleep. I turned my head as footsteps walked warily to the door. The door creeked open...
And I sat there, staring to Sora as a small black kitten. "What're you doin', Ansem?" Sora said, picking me up. "Let's let Trista-chan sleep."
~*~ Pour some sugar on meeeeeeeaaaah! ~*~
"Crazy..." Riku muttered. I heard him, and felt him watching me as I sat down and opened a book up. I had never known this house of Riku's was huge - and interesting. I was reading a story entitled: "Dragon's Kiss."
An excerpt was this:
' "No, John... Stay away!" Amy shrieked, holding her arms in front of her as the tall man watched with a grin, actually calm. "It's okay, Amy, my darling..." He purred, reaching forward to grasp her wrist. He had succeded, pulling her into a deep and tuantilizing kiss, lips locked in the throws of passion.'
Such graphic things were new to me. Heh... I wondered if Trista knew I could, stretching, I curled up into the soft carpet and dozed off into slumberland.