Title: Erratum of the spirit 5/? – Can't control the need
Warning: Supernatural/Dark themes, violence, alcohol/drug reference
Notes: Sorry for this chaps delay, my laptop was being repaired!
Ok I need a few ideas and inspiration if you have some hanging around. I know where this story is going but I need a few ideas of its path or anything you wish to see. Please!
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I do not own Dragon Ball Z, nor do I own any of the materials from, which the quotes are borrowed.
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"Speech" * Thoughts * ~/////////~ Memories ~/////////~
Review Responses - Sorry for not replying to the reviews in the last chapter, I'll do it in this one.
Chapter four
Chiruri-Katsu: Thanks so much! Hate to admit but I love compliments!
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Chapter five
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Denielle: Thanks! Yes Trunks is a vampire, or close there to. Is Trunks dead? Now that is a good question…
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Visions of Inspiration
"Why has this feeling taken over,
I'm finding it so hard to breathe (Oh please)" I 4 U – Guy Sebastian
"I can't control the need
Too weak to not concede
Wish I was deaf and dumb
Wish I could fake it" Hang on – Seether
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"What have I done?"
Despite his horror, Trunk's skin tingled and his mind danced at the newfound strength. His eyes were kept pinned on the body lying limp before him, trying to identify the teen. There was something familiar.
The fear was still present in lifeless eyes, mouth open in a failed attempt to reach air.
He stumbled back as the identity appeared in his head. Too suddenly. It was his friend, a classmate. They had studied together for physics and he had…killed him.
* I've killed him *
The words kept repeating endlessly through his mind, twisting, transforming his nature. Something had changed in his soul as soon as the liquid touched his skin, he could feel a part of him hidden, withdrawn, captured. He felt a mixture of satisfaction and anxiety, as memories of his late classmate flashed and his teeth against live flesh was remembered.
Regaining his confidence Trunks knelt slowly back down to the body, whispering the name, which uneasily came to his tongue.
"Tenshi, Tenshi, Tenshi…"
"Pity?" the master's voice questioned, "You feel guilt?!"
Unable to touch the cold body below him, Trunk's hands hovered just millimeters from the drained skin, fearful of touching it, yet the feeling of satisfaction from the event was strange and new. He was just able to comprehend the master's question, and there was something about his sire's voice that forced him to answer.
"Guilt?" And for the first time he realised that it wasn't that feeling, which tore at his heart. No it was not guilt, never guilt but fear and mirth mixed together, swirling and enriching each other.
"No. All I feel is strength"
* And it's choking me *
"All I know is fear"
* And it's taking control *
"All I want is to kill!"
* And it's you whom has taken me *
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Meanwhile, as the sun shows midday down upon West city, King Yemma remembers the worrying memory of the past night. His eyes wandered over the doorway to snake way, watching each small spirit arrive, distracted by his own thoughts.
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"Next"
A small white spirit vanished as the next in line moved forward. There were only a hand full waiting to move into the Next Dimension, it had been so quiet in recent times yet anyone could observe the slow rise in the number of souls from Earth.
It was not hard to notice the form, which moved into the doorway across the room. Yemma looked up from the ledger before him and raised his eyebrows at the silver haired teen leaning on the archway. He seemed out of breath, drained. Yemma's voice echoed across the hall,
"My boy, why are you so tired? You're body should regain it's strength here"
Trunks moved slowly towards the large desk and bent over slightly, breathing heavily. His eyes blurred he looked up to the giant man.
"Where am I?"
"Why you've just come off snake way, you've died boy" the dark bearded man leant forward and continued "Don't you remember?"
The teen whose featured seemed so familiar, tilted his head in thought and nodded softly, his face saddened, his voice soft and distant.
"Yes, I remember"
"Hmm, your name please"
"Trunks Brief"
The king's eyebrows furrowed in thought for a moment then his eyes cheered, as he wrote down the teen's name.
"That's where I remember you. You're Vegeta's son! The only reason you've still got you're body is because you helped out saving your world. Yet only once. Didn't think you'd get to be like that for just once and it wasn't even you that saved it. It's getting easier and easier to keep your body these days, what are we coming to?"
Yemma's musings were interrupted by a painful groan, Trunks had fallen to his knees, one hand on his head the other on his throat.
"What are you doing?"
Suddenly Trunks body began to thin, the pillar behind him began to show through his skin. Yemma gasped as the teen started to flicker, fading in and out, his face twisted in pain.
"Hnn…something's pulling me…hnnn!"
With these last forced words Vegeta's son faded from Yemma's hall.
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King Yemma silently recorded the name of the next spirit, head in his hand.
* Perhaps he was wished back by those Dragon Balls. Doesn't explain his pain though. *
He sighed and closed his eyes softly, having no way of knowing, no way of helping he quietly dismissed the subject. Maybe he'd take it up later, he had work to do.
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