Just to say, I'm working on my other ones. I am. This is the only thing I can upload with my computer troubles, but I hope it's okay! I'm not sure if this will be continued, possibly in the far-off future. Leave some reviews please!
Red is beautiful.
She had always known that. There was just something about that color that made her go crazy with obsession. The color was just so beautiful, so fascinating. When the moon hit it just right, it glittered, holding all the secrets of life in its scarlet depths.
Looking at it close, it would sparkle like the jewels she loved so much. Like rubies. Sparkling rubies.
Her mouth would just water in anticipation. She wanted to taste the red, let it dance on her taste buds. But she knew that if she took the forbidden drink in her mouth, her body would start acting on its own. She knew that if she drank it, feel the warm liquid slide down her throat, her sanity would slip, slip right through her fingers.
That was what she thought when she saw him kneeling on the ground before her, sweat forming on his brow. He would not let her take the red from him. His own beautiful red.
Part of her did not want to fight him. He was her friend, both once fighting on the same side.
He had saved her once, and she had never forgotten that.
She would do anything just to be able to speak with him; to say that she was sorry, that she never meant for any of this to happen. But she could not open her mouth, knowing that it would lash out at him, going for the soft, supple neck and taste the red.
Red like his eyes. Beautiful red, beautiful crimson.
It was the color of life. She wanted to take his life, and feel it course through her body. But she wanted to die before she ever did that.
He spoke to her in soft, soothing tones, saying that he understood, that he would help her. He was her friend.
The full moon shone its translucent light on the pair; seeming to laugh at them, laugh at her. At how weak she was. The night's shadows shrouded the alleyway, creating an obscure blanket that held them close like a motherly embrace. The buildings, tall and domineering, locked them inside. Trapping the huntress and her hapless victim. The trashcans on the side were the audience, waiting to see one would crack.
"I'm your friend. Please, let me help you."
She bit her lip, trying to swat away the demons that shrieked inside her head. She bit her lip so hard, that she broke the flesh, and tasted red.
Sweet red, sweet wine.
Drunk with the flavor, her will cracked.
No one can help me.
She rushed towards him, her delicious prey, shrieking like the demons that clutched her brain and squeezed her heart. Her friend tried to dodge, but she tackled him in great force. Both fell to the unyielding cement, her mouth searching for the neck that would show her the veins, the pathways to life.
He raised his arms to shield her off, but her tongue tasted the red, her piercing fangs breaking fragile flesh. She could not get the neck, the arm had to do.
She heard him scream as he felt his life seep away inside her. Her eyes glowed with unholy life, sucking the warm, intoxicating liquor. She would have drunk it all had he not looked at her with those eyes.
But they did not sparkle anymore, no longer like the rubies she loved so much. His voice, though low, was a begging plea.
"Rouge…"
The blood was bitter oil, toxic like fumes. It was horrid poison that would forever take her from this world, and leave her alone, all alone.
Her fangs left the arm, her mouth smeared with her friends' blood. Her eyes lost the lurid glow, and it was then that she saw him lying on the ground, pale, quills drooping, eyes empty.
"N-no… Shadow, I-"
Hearing the demons scream at her, scream for the delicious red wine that promised her everything yet gave nothing, she screamed, wanting it all to stop.
They would not leave her alone. She knew that very well.
The bat unfurled her black wings, no longer slender and graceful, but demonic and untamed. She flew through the dark night, the moon above her, laughing. Her white fangs protruded from her mouth, slick with gleaming scarlet, anticipating the next bite, the next meal. Shrieking, she left Shadow in the alleyway, searching for her new prey.
Shadow, I'm so sorry.
Rouge the Bat was soon lost in the dark sky, trailed by her bloodthirsty demons.