something i actually plan on finishing? i hope so.
disclaimer:i don't own teen titans
"While others say that they scream. Not the vampires, but the soul that the demon has tortured. The scream is of agony, and of loss, for most corrupted souls lived lives of insanity or confinement. And as they scream, their bodies die, finally getting what should have happened long ago…"
10 years later…
Kori walked through the school hallway, carefully picking her way through the crowds of students. Clutching her books to her chest she kept her head down, ignoring the stares.
Today was always the hardest. When she was six, her parents and baby brother had died in a house fire. She had survived, only because a stranger had pulled her out and saved her.
She still remembered him. Stunning blue eyes and shaggy black hair, he was very pale, almost unearthly.
"Whoa!" someone caught her by the elbows, steadying the girl before she fell. Her books however, were not as fortunate. Scattered all over the floor were papers with drawings sketched out across them, in the margins of tests and on the back of flyers.
"Sorry… I am very sorry." She apologized, feeling her throat tense as it had that morning. She quickly began to gather her books. Realizing she was missing one, she searched for it, only to have it offered to her.
"Looking for this?" a voice asked. It was deep, but soothing. But the haunting familiarity scared her.
Looking up she saw the same dark blue eyes staring down at her as she had ten years ago. His skin was still sickly pale and black hair shaggy, hanging in his eyes.
"yes." She squeaked, taking the book from him. No she thought I cannot be him. That was ten years ago, and he looks the same age. Impossible.
"Cool. I'm Dick, I just moved here from Gotham." He smiled, holding out his hand for her to shake. She took it, not taking her eyes away from his. Was that familiarity in his eyes?
"I'm Kori, Kori Anders."
"Pretty name, for a pretty lady." He smirked at her. "Hey, could you show me where this room is?"
~S~
She waved goodbye to her friends as she continued home, listening to Bruno mars at top volume.
But in the shadows, unbeknownst to her, was another person. This one had Pink hair and cat like eyes. Watching carefully, she watched the red-head bounce to the songs, not realizing the danger she was in.
So the figure pursued her, preparing to drag her into the trees and kill her. She wouldn't feast though. No, she had to maintain some humanity. Just a broken neck, nothing more.
She stalked, closer and closer, until she was within range. Tensing her muscles she prepared to leap at the girl.
But something stopped her. The sudden breeze that stirred the leaves around her. She hissed. They were here.
Stepping out she bared her fangs at the girl, ready to kill. She was caught mid leap though, after being tackled by something…
"Jinx!" he hissed, holding her down. His red hair was spiked up, and his blue eyes narrowed accusingly.
"Wally!" Jinx hissed back.
Dick raced forward, stopping in front of Kori, trying to distract her from the fighting pair behind her. "Hey, Kori, how's it going?"
"All is okay, Dick." She replied, not really wanting to talk. "Is everything the okay with you?" she noticed how he kept glancing nervously over her shoulder. She opened her mouth to ask something else when a low growl sounded behind her.
His eyes widened fearfully as he yanked her back, standing protectively in front of her. Jinx growled at Wally, jaws snapping inches from his face as he held her against a tree, growling lowly.
Kori gasped at the sight, stumbling backwards. Jinx opened her mouth wide, but no sound escaped. At least, not that she could hear. Dick and Wally flinched slightly before Wally lunged forward, sinking his teeth in her shoulder. Her silent screeches ended quickly as she twisted and dug her nails in his skin, trying to fight without fighting.
"Come on." Dick whispered, yanking Kori away. But she remained frozen on the spot, watching in horror as the two teens tore at each other, scratching and biting.
"Come on!" Dick yanked on her arm again, tugging her away from the fight. She turned away to look at him. To look at the new kid who seemed un fazed by the fight. And what she saw was shocking. His eyes were no longer their soothing dark blue color.
No, now, they were red. The same red that she had seen all those years ago.
i was listening to bruno mars while writing this. could you tell?
