WARNING!! DARK "R" FIC AHEAD!!!
Note: Please DO NOT READ THE NEXT FOLLOWING CHAPTERS. IGNORE THEM!!! Go! Go!! AWAY!! I'm warning you, so I won't get flames later. It is a part of this fic, but this is the very dark "R & NC-17" rating parts of the fic. If you were offended by the swearing in the previous chapters, your head will spin in this part of the ficcy.
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I chuckled at the Feral Imp. I always loved his calm witty humor that made him become one of my favourite cards. Both of us began laughing. We finally made it just to the tourament and yet, we still didn't make it.
The doors of the building were opened. This big fussy tourament was finally over...
My friends were exiting from the building along with the rest of people who attended. Jen was the first one to spot us, along with the others. Every single one of my friends were suprised as they saw the creature that was right next to me....
"Vanessa..." Steve asked as he looked towards me, "is that...a Feral Imp?"
"Oh how cute!" Jen cried out, "He looks so much like a Carbuncle!"
"Master," the Feral Imp asked, "what's a Carbuncle?"
I looked at everyone, suprised to see them that everyone was all right. Was I fooled to go to this place in the first place?
"So.." I asked as I looked at everyone, "how was it?"
"It wasn't that great," Diane commented, "yet everyone who was in the thing was from our school."
"What?! So who won in the tourament?"
The answer came when a familiar face stepped and comfronted the ground. He was holding a check of 79,000 dollers as he wore a glove on his hand. He was smiling as he looked to face the rest of us.
"Guess who's going to the Duelist Kingdom tomorrow?" Paul asked as he looked towards us.
I clutched onto the Feral Imp as I looked at Paul. I just couldn't believe what I saw. The one who got me interested in playing this card game, the one who made me get a glance of the Dark Magician, and the one who won this tourament...
It was Paul.
****
The masked gentleman was waking up from his dark fantasy. He was visioning how he'll see that young lady, the owner of the rare Dark Magician, as being his sweet little toy for his own dark purposes.
He just saw her screaming in agony as he felt her tightness within her firm thighs, knowing she was very wet down there, even though she wanted to deny it. He wasn't going to let his favourite card have all the fun enjoying this young lady. This was definately going to be her first time and he wanted to make it very enjoyable...
For himself and his Dark Magician, that is.
The gentleman was known to be the "Master of Dark Magician". This is the first time he had heard of a female duelist who carried a rare Dark Magician. Some close friends called her the "lover of the Dark Magician".
There was something about that lady and he was going to get her by luring her into a Pandora's Box.
Funny, that was his actual name.
****
I stood up as the Feral Imp. I couldn't believe who was the winner of the tourament. I just couldn't be and yet he was!
"P-paul?" I asked.
"Yep, that's me!" Paul cried out, "And I can't believe that I defeated the last guy with the Dark Magician. He's really powerful, when you're Dragons and Skulls are gone."
"Well congradulations."
"But...I haven't fought you in the tourament, so I still can't be known as undefeated. You have the extremely rare Dark Magician Card. I was wondering..."
"I'm sorry Paul. I can't give you to him. He's more important to me than a card to help me win."
"What do you mean..." Before I can let him finished his sentance, I revealed that bruise "hickey" around my neck. Everyone was in shock to see such a thing on my neck. I saw everyone's faces with gapping with wide open mouths.
Even the Feral Imp was in shock.
"Master!!" the Feral Imp cried out, "You didn't have that before on your neck!!!"
"You may think I'm all crazy if I told you where I got this hickey," I muttered.
"We'll never think you're crazy," Diane said as she looked at me, "so who's the lucky guy that did that to you?"
"The Dark Magician."
Steve was the first one to approached me as he heard the shocking revelation.
"So let me get this straight," Steve said, "you have a powerful Dark Magician that can give a slight critical hit to any opponent and he can come to life just like your Feral Imp can. Vanessa, do you know what this means?!!"
I turned to face Steve. The Feral Imp gave a slight yawn.
"No..." I replied, "What does it mean?"
"Vanessa..." Steve continued, "you got the power of Black Magic in your fingertips! You can instantly go and get whatever you want because nothing can stop you! This is your golden opportunity to finally take over the world! You can finally get back at everyone that been making your life living hell!!"
"But I don't want the world...or get my vengance on someone. I just...want to be with him."
"Vanessa..." Nathan muttered.
My face went another shade of red again as I looked towards the solid ground. I felt one of my tears running down my soft face from my eyes. I noticed the tear dropping and falling colliding with the pavement ground.
"But I can't..." I said, "he does not want that from me. He wants me..."
I then raised my head as I looked at everyone else, tears were running down from my eyes.
"He wants me to be just like Paul!!!" I cried out, "He wants me to become a heartless duelist!!"
After giving out that statement, I began to leave the group. The Feral Imp took a quick glance at the group of friends and ran after his master. Some of my friends were talking amongst themselves, worried about the situation I was in....
Yet, why should they bother?
****
I got away from my friends as far as can get. I noticed the Feral Imp was following me like a true dog, perhaps being the only true friend I have so far.
My eyes can see it the dark truth, my head knows the reality, yet...
I could not get my heart to realize the sadistic truth of my relationship. It's almost like I yearn for his roughness and it urges me to want him more than I could ever want someone before.
Stop this Vanessa! He hates you! Hates you!!
HATES YOU!!!
I guess the only reason I get aroused by pain is because I'm used it it. I was always beaten up when I was a kid so I was used that when people showed affection to each other it was always by beating each other up. Yet, I know that way was wrong.
I looked up at the sky. The sun was starting to settle down for the day. I had to get to that gameshop before it closes. That little boy was waiting for me. The Feral Imp was right by my side as I wiped away my tears.
****
We both arrived at the store, and hour before it closed for the night. The Feral Imp was going to call it quits and reverted himself back to a normal monster card once more. He was getting tired, so as he returned to his card form, I pulled out the deck from my pocket and placed him back with his friends. I held onto my deck...
Even though, I have a grudge against my Dark Magician, I didn't have a grudge against my whole deck. I then replaced the deck back in my pocket as I opened the door to the entrance of the store.
The young boy was the first one to notice her enter the store.
"Vanessa!" he cried, "I'm glad you can make it. So how was it and where is the Feral Imp?"
"He went to rest with the rest of the deck," I replied, "and I found out that Paul won the tourament. He's heading to the Duelist Kingdom tomorrow. I wish the best of luck for him."
"I knew Paul was great, but not that great."
"He truely is a great duelist. He taught me everything I know, even though I'm a pretty weak follower. I'm not that great duelist and I feel that one of my card friends is trying to make me have the upper hand."
"What do you mean?"
Guess it was time to let the little guy on the secret that pratically most my friends knew by now. I withdrew my deck from my pocket as I began to search towards the cards and picked out my most prized and favourite card.
Never had a single playing card managed to give me so much trouble in a few weeks than anything else that happened to my life!!!
I held onto that card as I showed the boy the level 9 Dark Magician card. The kid was a big fan of using this card to deal off with his enemies.
Yet this is the first time he ever saw a level 9 one with a defense power of 4800 and a attack power of 5300.
"This fellow here," I began, "ever since I got him, my life has been going hectic. Not to mention, a lot of guys want this strange rare card."
"How did you managed to level a Dark Magician up two levels?" the boy asked.
"That's what I've been trying to figure out and that's where the trouble began."
****
The Feral Imp pawed in back into the realm once more. He lowered his head towards the ground as his eyes were half closed, showing a sense he was tired. The first creature he manged to bump into in this realm was...
The Dark Magician.
"Feral," the Dark Magician asked as his eyes looked towards the green imp, "our Master is acting strange. It almost seems she blames me for it."
The Feral Imp raised his weary head as he looked at the tall dark magician.
"Well it's no suprise!!!" The Feral Imp replied with a sacastic growl, "Master wanted to thank a gentleman who hepled finding me and then you had to unleashed your powers onto her, which almost killed her!!! I saw with my very own eyes as the Master winced in pain, being struck by your Dark Magic attack!!"
"W-what?" the Dark Magician said, "That's nearly impossible. I was dormant around that time."
"You mean...it wasn't you that hurt her?"
"Exactly. Feral Imp, what did this the man whom you say 'helped you' looked like?"
The Feral Imp placed a claw on his lips as he began his desctiption.
"Uh...well..." the Feral Imp began, "he was tall and really better dressed than our Master, with silver white hair. Yet his left face was covered with his hair as if he was hiding something from us. He even asked our Master to duel with him some time."
"No...it can't be..." the Dark Magician replied as he held onto his staff, "It couldn't be."
"Hey Dark, you know that guy?"
"I do. That man was the one responsible of killing off my previous Master."
"WHAT?!!!"
****
Finally I headed home for the night. Neither of us could figure out my rare Dark Magician card I held came out to be. We gave some possible reasons of how it could happen, yet neither of them seemed right.
Shit, I'm tired.
I then walked up the stairways to my room, mother was stuck sapping the TV energy. She didn't even notice me coming in the house. Sometimes, I don't think she notices me at all. I then peered into my older sister's room, noticing one of her books lying on the desk.
My sister, before she had a boyfriend or work...she was learning to become a wiccan. She had a whole collection of magicial spells and rituals books that are now resting in her bookshelf. Most of them were love spells, spells to help others, and spells for self improvement...
Yet there were a very few Dark Spells, or what it's normally called Black Magic. I normally looked at these spells out of curiousity...yet everytime I look at them, I could feel their the darkness seeping out from the pages...
These spells dealt with blood sacrifices, human blood to be exact...especially if it came from virgins. Perhaps the purity with a virgin was going to strengthen this dark spell. I didn't like the idea of using human blood...
But...
If I can truely become a better spellcaster than the Dark Magician, maybe...just maybe...
I smiled slightly. If there was one place I can go to become a spellcaster, wiccan, or pagan of the various arts, it was that store. I'll go there tomorrow afternoon and check out their library and maybe create my own ritual. I decided to get some rest now, I was going to need it. It may be the only store that could let me understand my Dark Magician more clearly than before.
The store was called "Le Melange Magique".
****
Knick Knack & Tequila were the first two to make my appearance known as I entered the store on a lazy Sunday afternoon. They also heard a chatter of chimes that were posted on the door frame as well. They seemed to be two siblings American short-hair cats and were quite larger than the cats I have at home. I'm a big fan of cats and whenever I see them, I come to greet one of them and talk to it as if I would to a person.
The store hadn't change. There were shelves of new items, basically books and journals. Sometimes even mystical charms to help people with personal problems.
I noticed Tequila was comfortable asleep on the couch, catching the sun's rays. Knick Knick, on the other hand was at the cashier, listening attentively to the lastest customer who was talking with the owner.
I looked at him. He seemed quiet unsual. He wore a suit, top hat, a mask, and my eyes caught the black & white strips that matched his clothing. He doesn't look like the certain person that shops around here at all. His hair was jet black and short, yet it did had a single pony tail running
Knick Knack was rubbing against this customer, trying to comfort this troublesome customer.
"What?!" he cried out, "I come to a true magic store and I cannot find anything related to the Dark Magician! What kind of store is this anyway?"
Dark Magician?! Did my ears hear things or did he say what I thought he just said?
"I'm sorry sir," the owner replied with a simple kind gesture, "we do not seem to carry those types of books. I shall see if I can specially order one about the Dark Magician, if you want."
"Very well," he said as he placed five thick black candles next to the cashier, "I like the candles here. They shall do well for tonight."
The cashier began to place his items in the bag as he paid for them. I calmly walked towards him, having my deck in my pocket. Yet I felt my heart beating very irregulary. Was there something wrong with this person?
"Uh..." I began as I looked towards him, "I heard you mention the 'Dark Magician'. Do you seem to know him by any chance?"
"Know him?" he asked as he turned to face her, "Why I am the true Master of everything about that powerful Dark Magician!"
"Really? Then maybe you can help me understand him. I really want to learn more about him, so I thought maybe you could share your information about him with me. Please, I am willing to learn more about him."
The masked gentleman grinned. I noticing him licking his lips. I didn't know what was in his head. He then pulled out from his chest pocket a business card and handed to me.
"If you want what you seek," he began, "come by at 9 tonight at the following address and I shall tell you everything you need, my lady..."
"The name's Vanessa, Vanessa Alexandra."
"I see. I shall meet you then, Vanessa...please do come along with you deck and do dress in black."
"Why black?"
To make you much tasteful for the beast, he wanted to said. He was at the exit while he held onto his things.
"You'll see my dear," he replied.
I then looked at the business card he gave me as he left the store. The address was fairly easily to get there from anywhere in this city. Yet, his name was very akward. I never heard of anyone or know of anyone with this name at all.
Pandora.
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If you don't like blood rituals and sex scences...
DO NOT READ THE NEXT FOLLOWING CHAPTERS!!! I'M WARNING YOU!!!
-The Clow Hatter
Note: Please DO NOT READ THE NEXT FOLLOWING CHAPTERS. IGNORE THEM!!! Go! Go!! AWAY!! I'm warning you, so I won't get flames later. It is a part of this fic, but this is the very dark "R & NC-17" rating parts of the fic. If you were offended by the swearing in the previous chapters, your head will spin in this part of the ficcy.
****
I chuckled at the Feral Imp. I always loved his calm witty humor that made him become one of my favourite cards. Both of us began laughing. We finally made it just to the tourament and yet, we still didn't make it.
The doors of the building were opened. This big fussy tourament was finally over...
My friends were exiting from the building along with the rest of people who attended. Jen was the first one to spot us, along with the others. Every single one of my friends were suprised as they saw the creature that was right next to me....
"Vanessa..." Steve asked as he looked towards me, "is that...a Feral Imp?"
"Oh how cute!" Jen cried out, "He looks so much like a Carbuncle!"
"Master," the Feral Imp asked, "what's a Carbuncle?"
I looked at everyone, suprised to see them that everyone was all right. Was I fooled to go to this place in the first place?
"So.." I asked as I looked at everyone, "how was it?"
"It wasn't that great," Diane commented, "yet everyone who was in the thing was from our school."
"What?! So who won in the tourament?"
The answer came when a familiar face stepped and comfronted the ground. He was holding a check of 79,000 dollers as he wore a glove on his hand. He was smiling as he looked to face the rest of us.
"Guess who's going to the Duelist Kingdom tomorrow?" Paul asked as he looked towards us.
I clutched onto the Feral Imp as I looked at Paul. I just couldn't believe what I saw. The one who got me interested in playing this card game, the one who made me get a glance of the Dark Magician, and the one who won this tourament...
It was Paul.
****
The masked gentleman was waking up from his dark fantasy. He was visioning how he'll see that young lady, the owner of the rare Dark Magician, as being his sweet little toy for his own dark purposes.
He just saw her screaming in agony as he felt her tightness within her firm thighs, knowing she was very wet down there, even though she wanted to deny it. He wasn't going to let his favourite card have all the fun enjoying this young lady. This was definately going to be her first time and he wanted to make it very enjoyable...
For himself and his Dark Magician, that is.
The gentleman was known to be the "Master of Dark Magician". This is the first time he had heard of a female duelist who carried a rare Dark Magician. Some close friends called her the "lover of the Dark Magician".
There was something about that lady and he was going to get her by luring her into a Pandora's Box.
Funny, that was his actual name.
****
I stood up as the Feral Imp. I couldn't believe who was the winner of the tourament. I just couldn't be and yet he was!
"P-paul?" I asked.
"Yep, that's me!" Paul cried out, "And I can't believe that I defeated the last guy with the Dark Magician. He's really powerful, when you're Dragons and Skulls are gone."
"Well congradulations."
"But...I haven't fought you in the tourament, so I still can't be known as undefeated. You have the extremely rare Dark Magician Card. I was wondering..."
"I'm sorry Paul. I can't give you to him. He's more important to me than a card to help me win."
"What do you mean..." Before I can let him finished his sentance, I revealed that bruise "hickey" around my neck. Everyone was in shock to see such a thing on my neck. I saw everyone's faces with gapping with wide open mouths.
Even the Feral Imp was in shock.
"Master!!" the Feral Imp cried out, "You didn't have that before on your neck!!!"
"You may think I'm all crazy if I told you where I got this hickey," I muttered.
"We'll never think you're crazy," Diane said as she looked at me, "so who's the lucky guy that did that to you?"
"The Dark Magician."
Steve was the first one to approached me as he heard the shocking revelation.
"So let me get this straight," Steve said, "you have a powerful Dark Magician that can give a slight critical hit to any opponent and he can come to life just like your Feral Imp can. Vanessa, do you know what this means?!!"
I turned to face Steve. The Feral Imp gave a slight yawn.
"No..." I replied, "What does it mean?"
"Vanessa..." Steve continued, "you got the power of Black Magic in your fingertips! You can instantly go and get whatever you want because nothing can stop you! This is your golden opportunity to finally take over the world! You can finally get back at everyone that been making your life living hell!!"
"But I don't want the world...or get my vengance on someone. I just...want to be with him."
"Vanessa..." Nathan muttered.
My face went another shade of red again as I looked towards the solid ground. I felt one of my tears running down my soft face from my eyes. I noticed the tear dropping and falling colliding with the pavement ground.
"But I can't..." I said, "he does not want that from me. He wants me..."
I then raised my head as I looked at everyone else, tears were running down from my eyes.
"He wants me to be just like Paul!!!" I cried out, "He wants me to become a heartless duelist!!"
After giving out that statement, I began to leave the group. The Feral Imp took a quick glance at the group of friends and ran after his master. Some of my friends were talking amongst themselves, worried about the situation I was in....
Yet, why should they bother?
****
I got away from my friends as far as can get. I noticed the Feral Imp was following me like a true dog, perhaps being the only true friend I have so far.
My eyes can see it the dark truth, my head knows the reality, yet...
I could not get my heart to realize the sadistic truth of my relationship. It's almost like I yearn for his roughness and it urges me to want him more than I could ever want someone before.
Stop this Vanessa! He hates you! Hates you!!
HATES YOU!!!
I guess the only reason I get aroused by pain is because I'm used it it. I was always beaten up when I was a kid so I was used that when people showed affection to each other it was always by beating each other up. Yet, I know that way was wrong.
I looked up at the sky. The sun was starting to settle down for the day. I had to get to that gameshop before it closes. That little boy was waiting for me. The Feral Imp was right by my side as I wiped away my tears.
****
We both arrived at the store, and hour before it closed for the night. The Feral Imp was going to call it quits and reverted himself back to a normal monster card once more. He was getting tired, so as he returned to his card form, I pulled out the deck from my pocket and placed him back with his friends. I held onto my deck...
Even though, I have a grudge against my Dark Magician, I didn't have a grudge against my whole deck. I then replaced the deck back in my pocket as I opened the door to the entrance of the store.
The young boy was the first one to notice her enter the store.
"Vanessa!" he cried, "I'm glad you can make it. So how was it and where is the Feral Imp?"
"He went to rest with the rest of the deck," I replied, "and I found out that Paul won the tourament. He's heading to the Duelist Kingdom tomorrow. I wish the best of luck for him."
"I knew Paul was great, but not that great."
"He truely is a great duelist. He taught me everything I know, even though I'm a pretty weak follower. I'm not that great duelist and I feel that one of my card friends is trying to make me have the upper hand."
"What do you mean?"
Guess it was time to let the little guy on the secret that pratically most my friends knew by now. I withdrew my deck from my pocket as I began to search towards the cards and picked out my most prized and favourite card.
Never had a single playing card managed to give me so much trouble in a few weeks than anything else that happened to my life!!!
I held onto that card as I showed the boy the level 9 Dark Magician card. The kid was a big fan of using this card to deal off with his enemies.
Yet this is the first time he ever saw a level 9 one with a defense power of 4800 and a attack power of 5300.
"This fellow here," I began, "ever since I got him, my life has been going hectic. Not to mention, a lot of guys want this strange rare card."
"How did you managed to level a Dark Magician up two levels?" the boy asked.
"That's what I've been trying to figure out and that's where the trouble began."
****
The Feral Imp pawed in back into the realm once more. He lowered his head towards the ground as his eyes were half closed, showing a sense he was tired. The first creature he manged to bump into in this realm was...
The Dark Magician.
"Feral," the Dark Magician asked as his eyes looked towards the green imp, "our Master is acting strange. It almost seems she blames me for it."
The Feral Imp raised his weary head as he looked at the tall dark magician.
"Well it's no suprise!!!" The Feral Imp replied with a sacastic growl, "Master wanted to thank a gentleman who hepled finding me and then you had to unleashed your powers onto her, which almost killed her!!! I saw with my very own eyes as the Master winced in pain, being struck by your Dark Magic attack!!"
"W-what?" the Dark Magician said, "That's nearly impossible. I was dormant around that time."
"You mean...it wasn't you that hurt her?"
"Exactly. Feral Imp, what did this the man whom you say 'helped you' looked like?"
The Feral Imp placed a claw on his lips as he began his desctiption.
"Uh...well..." the Feral Imp began, "he was tall and really better dressed than our Master, with silver white hair. Yet his left face was covered with his hair as if he was hiding something from us. He even asked our Master to duel with him some time."
"No...it can't be..." the Dark Magician replied as he held onto his staff, "It couldn't be."
"Hey Dark, you know that guy?"
"I do. That man was the one responsible of killing off my previous Master."
"WHAT?!!!"
****
Finally I headed home for the night. Neither of us could figure out my rare Dark Magician card I held came out to be. We gave some possible reasons of how it could happen, yet neither of them seemed right.
Shit, I'm tired.
I then walked up the stairways to my room, mother was stuck sapping the TV energy. She didn't even notice me coming in the house. Sometimes, I don't think she notices me at all. I then peered into my older sister's room, noticing one of her books lying on the desk.
My sister, before she had a boyfriend or work...she was learning to become a wiccan. She had a whole collection of magicial spells and rituals books that are now resting in her bookshelf. Most of them were love spells, spells to help others, and spells for self improvement...
Yet there were a very few Dark Spells, or what it's normally called Black Magic. I normally looked at these spells out of curiousity...yet everytime I look at them, I could feel their the darkness seeping out from the pages...
These spells dealt with blood sacrifices, human blood to be exact...especially if it came from virgins. Perhaps the purity with a virgin was going to strengthen this dark spell. I didn't like the idea of using human blood...
But...
If I can truely become a better spellcaster than the Dark Magician, maybe...just maybe...
I smiled slightly. If there was one place I can go to become a spellcaster, wiccan, or pagan of the various arts, it was that store. I'll go there tomorrow afternoon and check out their library and maybe create my own ritual. I decided to get some rest now, I was going to need it. It may be the only store that could let me understand my Dark Magician more clearly than before.
The store was called "Le Melange Magique".
****
Knick Knack & Tequila were the first two to make my appearance known as I entered the store on a lazy Sunday afternoon. They also heard a chatter of chimes that were posted on the door frame as well. They seemed to be two siblings American short-hair cats and were quite larger than the cats I have at home. I'm a big fan of cats and whenever I see them, I come to greet one of them and talk to it as if I would to a person.
The store hadn't change. There were shelves of new items, basically books and journals. Sometimes even mystical charms to help people with personal problems.
I noticed Tequila was comfortable asleep on the couch, catching the sun's rays. Knick Knick, on the other hand was at the cashier, listening attentively to the lastest customer who was talking with the owner.
I looked at him. He seemed quiet unsual. He wore a suit, top hat, a mask, and my eyes caught the black & white strips that matched his clothing. He doesn't look like the certain person that shops around here at all. His hair was jet black and short, yet it did had a single pony tail running
Knick Knack was rubbing against this customer, trying to comfort this troublesome customer.
"What?!" he cried out, "I come to a true magic store and I cannot find anything related to the Dark Magician! What kind of store is this anyway?"
Dark Magician?! Did my ears hear things or did he say what I thought he just said?
"I'm sorry sir," the owner replied with a simple kind gesture, "we do not seem to carry those types of books. I shall see if I can specially order one about the Dark Magician, if you want."
"Very well," he said as he placed five thick black candles next to the cashier, "I like the candles here. They shall do well for tonight."
The cashier began to place his items in the bag as he paid for them. I calmly walked towards him, having my deck in my pocket. Yet I felt my heart beating very irregulary. Was there something wrong with this person?
"Uh..." I began as I looked towards him, "I heard you mention the 'Dark Magician'. Do you seem to know him by any chance?"
"Know him?" he asked as he turned to face her, "Why I am the true Master of everything about that powerful Dark Magician!"
"Really? Then maybe you can help me understand him. I really want to learn more about him, so I thought maybe you could share your information about him with me. Please, I am willing to learn more about him."
The masked gentleman grinned. I noticing him licking his lips. I didn't know what was in his head. He then pulled out from his chest pocket a business card and handed to me.
"If you want what you seek," he began, "come by at 9 tonight at the following address and I shall tell you everything you need, my lady..."
"The name's Vanessa, Vanessa Alexandra."
"I see. I shall meet you then, Vanessa...please do come along with you deck and do dress in black."
"Why black?"
To make you much tasteful for the beast, he wanted to said. He was at the exit while he held onto his things.
"You'll see my dear," he replied.
I then looked at the business card he gave me as he left the store. The address was fairly easily to get there from anywhere in this city. Yet, his name was very akward. I never heard of anyone or know of anyone with this name at all.
Pandora.
****
If you don't like blood rituals and sex scences...
DO NOT READ THE NEXT FOLLOWING CHAPTERS!!! I'M WARNING YOU!!!
-The Clow Hatter
