Ok I started writing this 7/25/2013 so lets see when I get it up! Hopefully my computer is fixed, I have no idea what I did but it ran a disk check so I don't know fingers crossed huh? Hey, if any of you reading this and want a good challenge I will accept cover art! Just P.M me on here or deviant art same name.
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NoOne's Twilight: No, no, no, no! No DannyXErisa! No! Sorry if I'm over reacting but just No! Ok their relationship is only friendship maybe brother/sister kind of I'll explain more into it later. The only reason Danny react to Erisa the way he did when he woke up is this: How would you react if you were just almost killed, woke up in a lab in pain and we all know Danny is afraid of labs for the obvious reason of dissection. Panic attack crazy mode of course you would be over joyed to see a friendly faced. Besides Erisa is empathic but she also can control people's emotions so she put him to asleep relaxing him. The only reason there is not some DxS is because at first I forgot Sam :P Second, because she was a Succubus in his mind. (A female demon who seduce men through sex to steal their life force) Now that a plot is forming, there will be some DxS eventually.
Squirrel holding a bazooka: Guilty as charged!
Erisa rested his limp head against the ground weary of the broken glass. She brushed back a strand of her almost white hair, the rest pulled back. She pulled out a syringe and a vile of blue glowing liquid from the leather satchel at her side, carefully she pulled some of the liquid out it filled the needle slowly. She pushed up on the trigger a droplet of it oozed out. She laid it down tilting Danny's head to the side with as much care as a trained nurse.
A shaky breath escape her lips, "If we are wrong he will die…"
The winged creature had been standing ramrod stiff his wings spread wide the primaries open like fingers reaching, his eyes closed in an almost peaceful expression one Erisa knew held a dark cloud off lies. He opened his eyes the toxic green cutting through the shadow that fell across his face from the hood he wore. "What other choice do we have?"
The man dressed all in black had moved, now crouching on the windowsill looking out into the dark stormy night, his cloak hung over the sill scraping the ground softly as he turned facing them. His eyes were similar to the other's in the fact they were green, bright enough to cut through the shadow of his own hood as well, but these were a malachite colored, a dark foreboding glint in them told of monsters and demons, of truth and lies, sorrow and joy, of a lifetime of hardship. "We know this isn't a clone so the risk is minimal." His voice was deep, accented slightly.
Erisa closed her grey eyes desperation seeping in her veins, "It's your call." She spoke to the winged male meeting his eyes from across the room.
She could see what he was thinking without having to enter his mind the same thoughts haunted her as well, to the point they both would do anything to leave this place, even risk an innocent life, "Do it." His tone had taken a husky depth to it.
She nodded picking up the syringe carefully, the thin nightgown the halfa wore did little to stop the icy chill from his core from spreading her breath came out in mist as she pressed the tip of the needle in his neck. It broke the skin slipping in to the hilt before she pushed her thumb down the blue substance entering his blood stream…
No matter how fast he ran he could run fast enough. They were just in front of him just a little faster and he would of saved them. The last thing he saw was their eyes; all pleading begging him to save them. The explosion sent him to the ground. Tears burned the back of his eyelids a sob ripping its way from him chest. His arms shook with the force of holding his weight up as he cried, screaming in agony. They had been there one second gone forever the next.
"I can make it better my boy, all you have to do is let go little badger. The pain will be gone."
He looked up into Vlad's eyes a new fear engulfing him. "No! I won't become him!"
He forced himself to his feet running away. "You can't run forever! I will find you!'
The darkness surrounded him he couldn't see until a brilliant white light shone through. It was an angel, no it was a ghost, the one he had seen before.
"No matter how far we run our past follow no matter how hard we try it still holds us. The ghost of our past cannot be brought to rest until faced by our future." The angel spoke his voice so familiar it hurt.
Danny's eyes wide as he placed it.
Danny sat up gasping for air. His fist clutched the linen sheets that were wrapped around his waist. His chest was bare he noticed as a shiver racked his sweat drenched body. He saw the window was open.
'Wait! This is do not my room!' Danny thought franticly scouting back until his back hit the oak headboard. The memories came flooding back of them jumbled and confusing. 'What's real?'
He glanced around the room, the walls were made of stone, and the floor was stone. The bed he laid in was made of oak a white lined sheet covering his lower half. A fireplace in the corner and a desk with chair besides the bed was the only furniture in the cold room.
The large oak door was closed the only light the room coming from behind the fluttering black silk curtains. He rested the crown of this head on the headboard, trying to catch his breathe. He remembered the dream in perfect detail only it felt like he was forgetting something about the angel he saw. But what?
He shook his pounding head trying to clear his thoughts. His stomach growled embarrassingly loud, informing him just how truly hungry he was. He pulled of the sheet revealing dark blue pajama bottoms, someone must have dressed him while he slept, and they fit surprisingly well. His bare feet touched the ground sending a jolt of cold up his spine. The stone floor felt as cold as the Far Frozen. He shivered again as he stood, regretting it instantly, vertigo. When the blood left his head and he could see clearly again, he walked to the window it was an old-fashioned kind similar to a Victorian castle window. He pulled it shut latching it before walking out of the icy room.
The door opened into a long corridor torches at regular placements served as the only light source. Their flickering lights casting hard shadows across the stone walls. He walked down the corridor silently. The next corridor looked the same, only this time there was two doors one on each side. The one on the left was slightly ajar.
He walked to it peering in, he could make out Erisa dressed all in black like the last time he saw her, her hair hung around her shoulders. In front of her stood the winged spirit he saw as well. He wore all black and white. A black X crossed his back leaving most of his upper back bare, Danny could see where his white wings protruded from in-between his shoulder blades and spine. His lower back was covered in black, a white belt on his waist, he wore black pants and white boots. His shirt was sleeveless but upon his hands, he wore black gloves that stopped at his knuckles leaving his fingers bare. His wings were ruffed like and upset hen.
"All I'm saying is you are being ridiculous!" He snapped angrily.
Danny gasped, "Joshua! Do you think I don't feel the same way? If I could I would go in there and blow that damn place to bits but that won't change the fact there could be more!"
Joshua sighed, "You are right it's just I…I just want it to be over already."
Erisa walked forward closing the gap between them resting her hand on his shoulder, "trust me so do I but," She grinned. "Blowing stuff up won't make it go any faster trust me…"
The rest of her words disappeared into unintelligible murmurs as Danny walked off feeling guilty for ease dropping. But if he had not would he know Joshua had wings now.
Wait, was this the real Joshua and the other one, the one who tried to kill him a fake. On the other hand, was this a fake, just a dream, and the other Joshua was real?
He walked aimlessly lost, confused with the troubling thoughts; it was not until a man clearing his throat did Danny realize where he was.
He somehow managed to get in what appeared to be a dining room. A long table sat in the middle of the room, with enough chairs to seat at least fifty if not more. Food dressed the table, many different breakfast foods from cereal to eggs and bacon. A large chandler hung from the celling each candle it held lit providing enough light for the entire room. Several different doors lead to more corridors all opened wide.
A man sat at the head of the table, his green eyes watching Danny closely a smile graced his lips his eyes crinkling. He wore a black vest over a grey undershirt a black cloak hung over his shoulders clasping at the shoulder.
"You must be confused no doubt," His voice was deep and silky with a slight accent Danny couldn't place. "You shouldn't fear we are in a safe place, a sanctuary for the damned as I like to call it."
The man stood to an impressive height, Danny's father had always been large, both in height and weight, but whoever this man was he towered over his father but his figure was lean and thin. He held out his hand for Danny to shake.
"I'm Eric it is truly wonderful to see you up and about so early, gave us quite a fright didn't know if we killed you or not, "He chuckled. "Well then I supposed it's better than the alternative huh?"
"Alternative?" Danny asked.
"Well yes, Vlad dissecting you as soon as he got what he need. Poor boy The Master almost stole your soul why you were in there."
Danny blinked in surprised, the whole time Eric held a cheery tone like one would if discussing sports not death and macabre details. Eric cocked his head to the side a lopsided grin crossing his features making Danny question just how old he was. "I wonder what you are thinking. Do you think you just wandered aimlessly and luckily stepped upon this room? Or do you feel it?"
"Feel wh…what?"
Eric laughed suddenly, "Oh yes what a fun game this is! Of course you feel it he is like a shadow everywhere!" He jump backwards still laughing he landed nimbly on the table sitting like a crouching gargoyle. Danny just stood there now question both his and Eric's sanity.
Eric cocked his head to the side again, "Mmh Nightshade says I should leave you allow that you've been through enough trama."
"Who is Nightshade?"
Eric smiled fixing his brightly green eyes on Danny, "He is a spirit, a powerful spirit one who has walked beside the great ones that came before you, Clockwork, Pariah Dark, Dan…"
Danny's mouth opened and closed like a fish "You…what?"
Eric smiled darkly, "Do we not all have a shadow? Some darker than others but it just depends on how much light in us all. Your shadow is dark one of the darkest, yet only because of the light you carry in your soul. There must always be balance."
'Ok, he is defiantly crazy' Danny though taking a step back.
"Nightshade says to tell you, If love is hard than why do we love? If hate is so easy why do we not hate all?"
"Because without love we are nothing but shells, hate is no different from love. For they both spawn each other. If you love someone they invade your even though if you hate someone do they not do the same?" Erisa spoke surprising Danny, he had not heard her enter.
Eric smiled, "Man you are a smart girl your parents must be so proud!"
Erisa rolled her eyes as she walked to stand besides Danny Joshua following behind her though he lingered in the doorway. "You must forgive my father Danny he likes to mess with people. No he's not crazy. Yes, Nightshade is real."
"Yeah, trust me I disagree on the fact your dad is not crazy," Joshua said, "That dude is the very definition of insane."
"I'm sitting right here, Joshua."
"You aren't denying it." Erisa pointed out as she sat grabbing a plate full of food."
Eric huffed jumping down from the table. "Yes, but we all know I could kill you."
Joshua laughed as he walked forward following Erisa suit, "No denying that either Wolven."
Danny stood there awkwardly unsure of what to do, more importantly desperate for answers.
Eric met his eyes, "Eat then I'll explain everything," He smiled again but his voice didn't hold it's usual joking tone. "Thieves honor."
"It's ok Danny we will explain it all but you should eat breakfast first." Erisa chipped in after swallowing a mouthful of bacon.
"Ok, fine but will you please start off with why Josh has wings?!"
"You let him escape!" Vlad roared at the black Smokey form. "You had one task! And you couldn't even kill the boy!"
Red eyes shimmered in the fog, "It wasn't my fault if you had more proper security! That girl would have never gotten in!"
Pink flames danced at Vlad's fingertips. "You were supposed to kill the boy AS SOON AS YOU COULD! HOW HARD IS IT TO KILL SOMEONE?"
"Extremely when they fight back, I would like to see you try and remove a soul with all their living memories undamaged."
Vlad pinched the bridge of his nose taking a deep breathe, "Very well, but what are we supposed to tell the others?"
Hahaha! Since I did update like two days later I'm leaving this a cliff hanger! But also Danny is just not cooperating with me! Neither is Eric (Yes he may be OC but still!) Joshua and Erisa are the only ones and ugh! They are not playing the most important part in this chapter!
I promised this would be a muliti-cross over. I think that's pretty clear with some of the Villains but I would love it if you guys sent in some other cross overs you would like to see!
I'm bored and trying to fill this page (it's my OCD coming through it bothers me to have only like a paragraph room left) So I'm going to talk about the Ben Drowned Creepy pasta. How many of you LoZ fans jus screamed in terror and dove under your couch? Don't worry I'm not going to discuss it, just suggest if you're a LoZ (Majora's Mask fans) fan and have not read it yet and like scary crap your pants stuff check it out. If you are like me and a big bunny when it comes to scary stuff (Yet I love to write not read just write angst) DO NOT READ! If you're not a LoZ fan and have no idea what I'm talking about well this doesn't concern you!
I know I mentioned it earlier this chapter but I really would love to challenge someone with Cover art! Not only do I (and the fans) get cover art but also you get a challenge! I would do it myself but I don't have time. Also I worry my mom would see it (No my idea for it is not bad I'm just a private person when it comes to my DP Fanfiction stuff around my mom she hates it!)
My shoulders hurt I'm done Review it makes me happy! Even Bad reviews because at least then I know people are reading this and I'm not wasting my time!