My Dark Angel Ch 4

When I get home, tired, mentally and physically, I find myself being pinned against the wall.

"I need you, Trish," my dad whispered into my ear, sending a horrific chill down my spine.

"Dad, no! Please don't do this!" my scream falling on deaf ears.

He grows lowly, an animal growl, and he starts feeling me up. "But you're so beautiful. I can't resist you anymore. It's been forever since we last touched."

"Dad, Please, I don't want- Aah!" He pulled down my panties and he started rubbing my clit. "I don't want this, and I don't Ailean and Shayla to see us either!"

"You want this and you know it." He kissed my neck and started rubbing harder.

I start to cry. "Please daddy. Please stop." I collapsed to the ground.

"Good girl," he says and ripped of my shirt and skirt. "Beautiful," he whispered and kissed between my breasts.

"Stop! Someone please help me!"

"Sh." He shushed me with his finger. "There's nothing to be afraid of my child. Now do me the pleasure of rubbing my dick, or else."

"Or else what?!"

"I'll beat you!"

"Why-why can't you get a hooker, daddy?"

"Because you are the best darling and now you look just like your mom! Now rub my dick!" He forced my hand upon his penis and it made me feel awful.

I wanted my crush, Lucifer, to take me, but dad did first in the seventh grade.

Now I remember why I wanted to die because of HIM.

Blake appeared upon my shoulder just as my dad goes down on me, licking me.

"Trisha! You know you can control his desires, right?" he asked.

"I didn't know that!" I cry out happily.

"What was that darling?" asked my dad

"Shut up and get away from me!" I screamed powerfully at him.

"Yes, Trisha," he replied to my command, and went into the living room and started watching the tele.

I ball my eyes out as I lay on the ground.

I picked myself off of the floor with the help of Blake. I picked up my clothes and started walking up the stairs, and I took a shower.

Afterward, I did a belly flop on to my bed, crying. Shayla came in and tried comforting me.

"Trish, what's wrong?" she asked me as she pat my back.

"I feel so dirty. I just wanna die!" I cry even louder.

"Why?! What happened?!" Shayla cried out in surprise.

"I… It's too embarrassing!" I cry even louder.

"You know you can tell me sis!"

"No, I can't… I just can't! Please leave me in my shame, Shayla! Just for a couple minutes?" I beg her.

"Fine, but only a few minutes, okay?" she replies, and walks out of the room.

"I grab my razor and start cutting my skin when Shayla leaves. It bleeds for a second then heals fast. "What?1 No!" I cut and cut, but it still kept healing, faster and faster each time. Soon blood covered my arms and I felt dizzy. I walk to the bathroom, that's in the bedroom, and rinse my arms clean.

I look into the mirror and my eyes turned to a blood red, and I had pointy fans.

"Oh no," I sigh out. Is this also a side effect, Blake?" I spot him over my shoulder.

"Yes, you need to "feed" on blood once a month so your body can work properly. Since you cut you blood out your limited amount of blood you had left. Now you must "feed". You've seen the vampire movies right?" he asked.

"Yes, what are you hinting at?"

"You need to eat like them. Kill the human you "feed" from or use someone close as your "feeding slave"."

"I don't wanna kill someone, but I don't wanna use someone close as my… slave," I spat the word out.

"Do you want to die again?"

"… No…"

"Then ask one of your sisters, especially Ailean," he suggested.

"… Okay…" I reply. I walk towards the bedroom door and yell down to my sister, "Ailean! Can you please come up to our room?"

"Sure!" she shouts and comes running up the stairs.

"Can you do me a favor?" I ask her facing away from her.

"What is it?"

"You know when I was on the bridge?"

"Yeah?

"I… actually jumped off, but I got a second chance at life!"

"What?! Is that even possible?!"

"Yes, it is, please believe me."I turn to face her and she gasps. "I need you to be my… slave, so I can continue living. Can you do that for me?"

"Yes! Of course! What do I need to do?"

I sit her on my bed and whisper, "This might sting." I bite her neck and she squeals a little bit and then after I am done she passes out. "Oh shit!"

"A? A, wake up! Please wake up!" I heard a moan come from my sister and her eyes opened. "Thank goodness, I thought you were dead!"

"Why would I be dead, master?" asked Ailean, with a small smile on her face.

"Eh, don't call me master. Call me sister or Trish, please."

"Okay, Trisha," Ailean replied.

"Ugh, whatever. I'm going to watch TV, so go do something," I command.

"Okay, sister."

I groan and think, "This is going to be a long night."

I sit down in front of the television and start watching Adventure Time

"I love this show soooo much!" I giggle out. "Even though Finn is two years younger than me and a cartoon, I would totally date him if he was at least fifteen!"

I pop a strawberry taffy in to my mouth and savor the taste.

I start singing with the theme song, "Adventure Time! Come on grab your friends, we'll go to very distant lands! With Jake the dog, and Finn the human. The fun will never end! It's Adventure Time!"

As I start to finish my water the tittle opens up saying: "Finn's 15th Party," I spit out my water and it hits the TV screen.

"Oh shit." I sigh out and grab paper towels to clean up the spewage off the TV, my purple and black skirt, and my black with white writing on it that says "PUNCHA YO BUNS" on it with Finns face. "Ack!" I scream as I fall into the TV. "Oof," I say as I hit the ground.

"What the blob!" I hear Finn say.

"What the blob indeed," I reply looking at my hands and clothes. They're… cartoonish.

"Why am I on your shirt?" asks Finn, confused.

"Um, I got it from Goosey?" I said trying to convince them.

"Seems plausible," says Princess Bubblegum.

"What's your name stranger?" asked Marceline. "Haven't seen you around here before."

"My name is Trisha, and I am a Dark Angel," I reply. "And I'm sixteen."

"Nice to meet you Trisha!" declared Finn. "Well, you crashed my b-day party, would you like some cake, and new clothes?"

I look down at my water and grass stained clothes and blush, "S-sure."

"Do you need any bandages?" asked Lumpy Space Princess.

"No they'll heal in two seconds, thanks though," I reply.

"Well, can I take you to my crib and we can get some new clothes?" offered Marceline.

"Ugh, yeah sure."

I came back with some black skinny jeans that really accented my ass, and a nice tight black shirt that really showed off my boobs, which the boys noticed. "How do I look?" I ask waiting for a reply.

All the girls glared at me besides Marceline, who giggled.

"Um, you look pretty, pretty," replied Finn who was blushing furiously.

"Told you he would say that," said Marcy.

I blush and swat her away.

"Yeah, pretty," replied all the boys.

"Whatever," said the rest of the girls.

Marcy and I giggled and the girls growled.

"Happy birthday, Finn!" I scream and present him my now dry shirt.

"Awesome! Thanks! Don't you want this shirt though? It's really neat!" replied Finn.

"No, it's a gift! Take it!"

"Well golly! Thanks!"

"You're welcome! Enjoy it! And I have a message from your parents."

"Mom and dad?"

"Your human parents," I say, shocking the crowd.

"Holy hand-baskets! How?!"

"Just watch."

I pull out an envelope and open it. "Happy birthday son!" two blonde haired parents say.

"Happy sweet sixteen my boy," the dad exclaims. "I hope your day has been good!"

"I am sorry we are not able to celebrate it with you, for we are no longer alive, but this wonderful girl has gratefully let us give a word to you," the mom quickly says.

"We love you! Mom and dad."

Everybody starts crying, even me, and my tears are a scary, blood red color.

"Oh my glob!" Lumpy Space Princess shouts. "Are you, like, alright?"

"Yeah, I'm fine thanks for asking though!"

"Well, let's get this party started!" shouted Jake.

"Yeah!" everybody yelled.

"That was one sick party," I say.

"Yeah, man," included Marceline.

"Happy Sweet Sixteen, Finn," I say and I kiss his cheek.

"Um, thanks, Trisha," replies Finn, blushing furiously.

"You're totally welcome, cutie." I close my eyes and feel as though everything is flouting away, then everything goes dark.