Mic Mic:
Man I just looked back at what I said about updating in the second chapter. I feel like a real heel. Just so you know I have been trying to get this updated so it should be nice and long and I'll try to finish this fic up.
Previously.
Arnold stood up out of the chair and began to advance closer to Helga his eyes going from the kind turquoise to a blood catlike red. He opened his mouth revealing fangs he finally got closer to her as she had backed up against a wall and he began kissing her neck tenderly. Helga felt his fangs graze her neck and then start to bite....................
"HELGA! HELGA!" A voice yelled. It revealed itself to be the good version of Arnold who grabbed Helga and quickly pulled her back from the Evil Arnold who faded into the darkness.
Helga sobbed in fear and happiness on the Good Arnold's chest. He smiled down at her then frowned gently pushing Helga's chin up to face him looking deeply into her eyes.
"Helga do not ever go into the darkness again." Arnold firmly commanded.
Helga still slightly sobbing looked up her strong side getting the best of her.
"Why shou-should I-I li-listen to-to you fo-football-head." Helga stuttered pitifully between sniffles.
Arnold nuzzled Helga's neck gingerly his nose rubbing running against her neck. Helga loved the simple feel of a touch from Arnold no matter how small.
"Why?" Helga asked slightly moaning in pleasure from the feel of his touch.
"Because I love you Helga. I know it sounds corn-"
"No it doesn't sound corny Arnold I never want you to regret telling me you love me you don't know how good it feels to hear that."
"I love you Helga. But you can't ever explore the darkness."
Helga looked Arnold slightly bewildered at what he meant when suddenly to the right of her there was darkness but to the left was Arnold. The darkness seemed to beckon her to come closer she stepped toward it forgetting Arnold's pleas as she became intrigued with it even more. She ventured towards the darkness once again only this time to see the Punk Arnold lounging in the black loveseat sipping some kind of beverage. Helga looked down at herself and noticed she was back in her 'outfit'.
(Mic Mic: Good Arnold is now GA and Punk Arnold is now PA. I'm kinda sick of writing the full name.)
PA (Punk Arnold) suddenly stood up and walked over to Helga making her back away from him until she was simply backed into a wall. She tried to escape but PA had taken her hands and pinned them above her with one of his hands. He gently tipped Helga's head up to look into his blood red eyes.
"Helga what do you see." He asked gingerly.
"I. I see you Arnold." She replied.
"That's right." He replied licking her neck his pierced tongue his tongue ring running over here exposed neck. For some odd reason it sent a shiver up her spine but not one of fear one of a want of something she needed.
"more." She said quietly not knowing what she was saying.
"More!" she yelled out loud into his ear. PA smirked knowingly.
"You want to feel my lips on yours don't you?" he asked.
"no." she replied.
"You want to see how it tastes with my lips on yours don't you."
"no."
"Fine then." PA said walking back to the chair leaving Helga to huddle against herself in front of him.
She couldn't take it anymore her hormones were racing. She wasn't in control anymore all she knew was she wanted this. Helga walked closer to the chair and cuddle into Arnold lap. This was what she wanted to not be away from the person she loved. She wanted him to hold her kiss her drive every sense she had and fill it with nothing but pleasure. She looked into this Arnold's face as he looked down at her with those eyes filled with evil. She kinda liked this bad boy version of him better to be honest it rather fit him. Both their hands still had rings on them as Helga noticed. PA looked down at Helga with lust filled in his eyes.
He couldn't take it any longer. He roughly pulled her chin up and kiss her pressing his lips bruisingly hard on her own. Helga tried to push him away but couldn't. PA pulled back to take a breath and shifted his position so that Helga was lying on her back looking up at him in the chair. He positioned himself directly over her mouth very close to it lying on top of her slightly crushing her small body with his own.
"Your mine now." He said seizing her lips.
'Why Arnold why are you taking advantage of me like this I thought you loved me.' She thought as she continued to feel the kiss of an Arnold that wasn't hers.
(Mic Mic: Wow! I wrote that. That was a lot of steamy romance. I don't think it was PG. Tell me reviewers what you think is it too much romance.)
End Dream Sequence ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"WHY! WHY! WHY!" Helga screamed in Arnold's arms. "Stop! Oh please stop please!" she screamed. She opened her eyes and realized she was in a normal 18 year old Arnold's arms and she looked down at herself. No punk wear and no wedding dress. She was in the pink sparkling dress Gregory had given her. Noticing Arnold more fully now scrambled backwards out of Arnold's arms and onto the ground crawling backwards from Arnold. Arnold stood up and began walking towards Helga while she was scrambling backwards.
"Helga are you alright." He asked puzzled.
Helga a look of fear on her face as Arnold approached her. "No! No don't come near me stay back!" Helga yelled her face having a look of fear spread across it.
"Did you have a bad dream Helga tell me what's wrong I can help you."
"No no don't help me you've done enough."
Arnold simply climbed on the motorcycle starting it up and Helga reluctantly wrapped her arms around his waist limply. They headed down the highway solemnly heading to the terrorist party. When Arnold and Helga arrived. Helga put on her corsage, adjusted her earrings, and fixed her dress. She looped her arm around Arnold's and headed with him into the huge mansion.
Mic Mic: That took a lot of work to write jus so you know. I think this chapter may make this story PG-13 I hope not. Review at least 5 reviews and I'll be happy ^_^.
'It is not for us to know.'
Nadie
See Ya!
^_~
Mic Mic
Man I just looked back at what I said about updating in the second chapter. I feel like a real heel. Just so you know I have been trying to get this updated so it should be nice and long and I'll try to finish this fic up.
Previously.
Arnold stood up out of the chair and began to advance closer to Helga his eyes going from the kind turquoise to a blood catlike red. He opened his mouth revealing fangs he finally got closer to her as she had backed up against a wall and he began kissing her neck tenderly. Helga felt his fangs graze her neck and then start to bite....................
"HELGA! HELGA!" A voice yelled. It revealed itself to be the good version of Arnold who grabbed Helga and quickly pulled her back from the Evil Arnold who faded into the darkness.
Helga sobbed in fear and happiness on the Good Arnold's chest. He smiled down at her then frowned gently pushing Helga's chin up to face him looking deeply into her eyes.
"Helga do not ever go into the darkness again." Arnold firmly commanded.
Helga still slightly sobbing looked up her strong side getting the best of her.
"Why shou-should I-I li-listen to-to you fo-football-head." Helga stuttered pitifully between sniffles.
Arnold nuzzled Helga's neck gingerly his nose rubbing running against her neck. Helga loved the simple feel of a touch from Arnold no matter how small.
"Why?" Helga asked slightly moaning in pleasure from the feel of his touch.
"Because I love you Helga. I know it sounds corn-"
"No it doesn't sound corny Arnold I never want you to regret telling me you love me you don't know how good it feels to hear that."
"I love you Helga. But you can't ever explore the darkness."
Helga looked Arnold slightly bewildered at what he meant when suddenly to the right of her there was darkness but to the left was Arnold. The darkness seemed to beckon her to come closer she stepped toward it forgetting Arnold's pleas as she became intrigued with it even more. She ventured towards the darkness once again only this time to see the Punk Arnold lounging in the black loveseat sipping some kind of beverage. Helga looked down at herself and noticed she was back in her 'outfit'.
(Mic Mic: Good Arnold is now GA and Punk Arnold is now PA. I'm kinda sick of writing the full name.)
PA (Punk Arnold) suddenly stood up and walked over to Helga making her back away from him until she was simply backed into a wall. She tried to escape but PA had taken her hands and pinned them above her with one of his hands. He gently tipped Helga's head up to look into his blood red eyes.
"Helga what do you see." He asked gingerly.
"I. I see you Arnold." She replied.
"That's right." He replied licking her neck his pierced tongue his tongue ring running over here exposed neck. For some odd reason it sent a shiver up her spine but not one of fear one of a want of something she needed.
"more." She said quietly not knowing what she was saying.
"More!" she yelled out loud into his ear. PA smirked knowingly.
"You want to feel my lips on yours don't you?" he asked.
"no." she replied.
"You want to see how it tastes with my lips on yours don't you."
"no."
"Fine then." PA said walking back to the chair leaving Helga to huddle against herself in front of him.
She couldn't take it anymore her hormones were racing. She wasn't in control anymore all she knew was she wanted this. Helga walked closer to the chair and cuddle into Arnold lap. This was what she wanted to not be away from the person she loved. She wanted him to hold her kiss her drive every sense she had and fill it with nothing but pleasure. She looked into this Arnold's face as he looked down at her with those eyes filled with evil. She kinda liked this bad boy version of him better to be honest it rather fit him. Both their hands still had rings on them as Helga noticed. PA looked down at Helga with lust filled in his eyes.
He couldn't take it any longer. He roughly pulled her chin up and kiss her pressing his lips bruisingly hard on her own. Helga tried to push him away but couldn't. PA pulled back to take a breath and shifted his position so that Helga was lying on her back looking up at him in the chair. He positioned himself directly over her mouth very close to it lying on top of her slightly crushing her small body with his own.
"Your mine now." He said seizing her lips.
'Why Arnold why are you taking advantage of me like this I thought you loved me.' She thought as she continued to feel the kiss of an Arnold that wasn't hers.
(Mic Mic: Wow! I wrote that. That was a lot of steamy romance. I don't think it was PG. Tell me reviewers what you think is it too much romance.)
End Dream Sequence ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"WHY! WHY! WHY!" Helga screamed in Arnold's arms. "Stop! Oh please stop please!" she screamed. She opened her eyes and realized she was in a normal 18 year old Arnold's arms and she looked down at herself. No punk wear and no wedding dress. She was in the pink sparkling dress Gregory had given her. Noticing Arnold more fully now scrambled backwards out of Arnold's arms and onto the ground crawling backwards from Arnold. Arnold stood up and began walking towards Helga while she was scrambling backwards.
"Helga are you alright." He asked puzzled.
Helga a look of fear on her face as Arnold approached her. "No! No don't come near me stay back!" Helga yelled her face having a look of fear spread across it.
"Did you have a bad dream Helga tell me what's wrong I can help you."
"No no don't help me you've done enough."
Arnold simply climbed on the motorcycle starting it up and Helga reluctantly wrapped her arms around his waist limply. They headed down the highway solemnly heading to the terrorist party. When Arnold and Helga arrived. Helga put on her corsage, adjusted her earrings, and fixed her dress. She looped her arm around Arnold's and headed with him into the huge mansion.
Mic Mic: That took a lot of work to write jus so you know. I think this chapter may make this story PG-13 I hope not. Review at least 5 reviews and I'll be happy ^_^.
'It is not for us to know.'
Nadie
See Ya!
^_~
Mic Mic