I remember the last time I was hurt so much but last time nobody was with be...this time I had a hurricane on my side; an angry wolf hurricane!

Blue's Flashback

He's not beautiful.

His eyes are wide, delicately curved, with a wicked glint that reminds me of his psychotic core. When he took them out of poor defenceless persons sockets and chucked them onto the table and as role to a stop, I said to myself...

He's not beautiful. He can't be beautiful.

He had hands of a surgeon, a mind of a psycho , and a murderer. Fingers long, flexibility astonishing, pale and smooth and reminds me of nothing but pure ivory.

But he's still not beautiful. He can't be beautiful. He's just ice-cold and specialized parts for killing those to get unfortunate close and a few chunks of human flesh...That were now frozen in time.

His head, smooth as ice with no imperfections that made its surface as soft as baby's flesh, made me love him but also fear him as he snapped his next meals head back breaking the neck so it would be quick. As he stood up to to turn his gorgeous blue eyes that now were a deep crimson laid on my weak body but as soon as he was bored his eyes turned back again.

His hair at the time was, short, untamed, fluffy not unlike the feathers of a baby bird, brushed against my cheek when he reached up to kiss me on the ear. Like a doll is kissing my earlobe with his fangs scrapping it with vicious intent.

He's still not beautiful. He can't be beautiful. He's a monster. A psychotic, inhumane monster. He's not...beautiful.

His breath was inhumane, totally unnecessary. Cold and unscented, even in the heat of the moment. His soft, dark red lips brushed by mine as he turned his head to the underside of my neck, he didn't love me I was his tool; his snack. Baby fine hairs that was his long eyelashes feathered across my jaw. I shiver.

He...He's...

I couldn't take my eyes off of him the minute he walked me into his garden, and took off his hat, the one with a permanent red stain on the side from his last meal where he told me ripped open a young man's throat with his nails in cold-blood. His face was set in a prideful, pleased yet it look that was familiar as it were on his face. His usual emotionless face.

I couldn't take my eyes off of him when he looked up at me with those wide prideful aqua eyes and yet impatiently asking me questions that reminded me of his brothers yet looked asked, "Where have you been?"

I stared stupidly in awe at the question, "...With my sister..."

He bristles, kind of like a kitten, except it looked more like an enormous mountain lion with needle sharp fangs that was on my usual Daniel's face.

"You'd think that after eight years of courting my one and only girl would always be by my side and never leave me." He grabs my arm in bone crushing grip not even caring about the pain he brought me this was how Daniel was, except it. He revealed his fangs so I couldn't argue. He could rip me apart and I could nothing about it as he had strength nobody could match.

So I guess that's why when he was done snapping the necks of the poor innocent people he preys upon, he would kissed me with lips covered in the thick sticky substance; I felt sick to my stomach or am I sick in the head. To be turned on by a ... bloodthirsty...monster. It was unbelievable and I was even a bit ashamed.

He liked to laugh in my ear making me shiver, he'd thrash and claw and my body making sure I was his, he would moan in my ear beneath me as he drank my blood.

Yet I still came back: The towns people thought I was a fool, my parents thought I was a mental case and my sister thought I was delusional.

He also likes to smirk and nibble and lick at my neck, he always has his eyes on me however I sometimes manage to get always; but never for to long.

"Aren't you just a beautiful toy, my silver my beautiful moon?" I thought about it idly. I rest my chin comfortably on the back of my wrist, and smiled a bright smile that made him shiver. "...If I'm your beautiful toy I don't mind a thing."

Flash back ends:

Those days were all about him yet he was once the world; My dark knight.

My hatred for him has survived for more than 200 years ad will keep living live an eternal flame that refuses to die, it's now just us red and blue. Red as the sunset and Blue as the deep oceans; living together in perfect harmony only disagreeing on certain occasions.

Blue with roleholders

I was currently tied to a chair being interrogated by the roleholders of heart country; though I was more interested by the sparkly chandelier...'ooooh sparkly.' Damn the cat side of me

They had Ace tied up to but Julius was distracting him as they weren't be all to nice to me and he would try to save his princess 2; I already had a busted lip and my left cheek was just starting to bruise from the ginger dog thing slapping me. However I continued to smile as I knew it wouldn't be to long until the undesirable storm to come and destroy everything.

I couldn't help it even though I was in pain I had to laugh, they looked at me as if I was crazy...wait I am crazy!

Suddenly the rabbit Peter said in disgust "what are you smiling at germ?"

My playful smile suddenly turned dark and sinister my fangs peeking out from under my lips making them bleed even more "I love how humans think they can win over the supreme races that rule over your pathetic lives."

Nightmare smirked "their is only one of you...What do you you have an army?"

I stopped to think, then my lips twitched up in a twisted smile "no...something ways worse..."

Suddenly the big double doors were pushed open and the collided with the wall.