Uh, all I can say is sorry but I'm skipping the DBxFlaky because I just can't bring myself to write that pairing and I'm skipping the Male!FlakyxCuddles 'cause I just see yaoi everywhere to the point that I don't even want to attempt to write it.
Pairing: Male!Flaky/Flaky
Rating: M
Word: Fear
Warning for Demon!Flakes, light smut, and gore, some Splendid/Flaky, and probably plot holes galore
xXx
All her life, ever since she was a small child; Flaky has felt a presence constantly by her side.
It first showed up when she was still a baby just learning how to walk but still unable to talk - it was only a weak, harmless presence then, merely a shadow that lingered in the corners of rooms.
And almost everytime she would notice this dark corner - and being so young and curious – she'd hobble over to that shadow, stopping just a few feet from it and just stare at it, smiling lips making incoherent babbles. Sometimes if she was left alone long enough staring at it, a part of the shadow would extend out to her in the shape of a hand.
Her large eyes would then stare at the appendage and without realizing the consequences of touching an unknown thing; she would finally decide to reach out a tiny hand to the flickering darkness. But everytime when she was just inches away from touching it, she would be ripped away from it either by mommy or daddy who finally noticed her just standing by herself and deciding to scoop her up and shower her in affection that only a parent could give and making her forget completely about the strange thing lingering nearby.
It continued to be what she thought was a benevolent presence as she grew up in her toddler years, she fell over a lot as a young child - a trait that would apparently stick with her for her whole life - and more than once she would feel something catch her to lighten her fall so she didn't get injured.
Though, now that she thinks back on it maybe it was only so it's favorite toy was nice and healthy to play with once she gets older - she can't think of any other reason as to why it would be so kind as to keep her from getting badly injured at such a vulnerable age.
By the time that she was nine and in elementary school the thing basically became her shadow, it got strong enough to follow her where ever she went. It was an overwhelming presence that always hovered over her, it made it a point to never leave her side and she was forced to suffer with constant chills racing up her spine along with goosebumps and the hair at the back of her neck raising up. It left her with a big case of paranoia, someone who jumped and got scared of every little sound, someone who constantly shivers and looks behind her only to see no one there.
This thing has made her into a bit of an outcast in school, her classmates deeming her as a strange girl with a few screws loose in her head considering that she jumps and occasionally screams whenever someone comes up in attempt to talk to her and she hasn't seen them approaching from ahead of time.
By the time she was eleven she hoped that maybe she could ignore this unknown thing that has become attached to her.
But it noticed her tuning it out, how she forced herself to not look back, how she didn't attempt to talk to it to figure out what it was, how she would stick earbuds in her ears, blasting music to ignore the chill caressing her spine.
So, since she was ignoring it. Her shadow decided to indulge in its mischievous side while she was taking a shower.
Smoothing the shampoo into her hair, Flaky was humming quietly to herself when what felt like hands ghosted over her still developing breasts. She jumped, releasing a squeal as she fell backwards, closing her eyes, she waited for the burst of pain that was sure to blossom on her skull.
Only to feel nothing as something caught her head before it could connect with the hard shower floor. Sitting up, Flaky frowned with a blush and decided to continue scrubbing her hair - she isn't thanking it for saving her when it was the reason she fell in the first place.
But it seemed it wasn't done with her yet, once she felt it brushing along her breasts again. Her teeth latched onto her lower lip; biting down hard, fear beginning to fill her chest. It's touch was as cold as ice, it made her uncomfortable, the contrast of hot water with its freezing touch toying with her small chest. She whimpered, face flaring, her arms moved of their own accord up to cover the sensitive skin of her chest to stop the assault on her pale skin. It proved to be in vain however as the icy feeling still continued its adventure over her flesh, heedless of her blocking arms.
"S-stop it." She whispered, tears pricking the corners of her eyes, subconsciously curling in on herself to try to hide as much as she could from the invisible appendages.
Gasping, she grasped onto the shower curtain, curling her fingers around it securely when she felt the cool touch leave one of her breasts to trail south along her belly till it reached its destination between her legs, despite her thighs clenching shut desperately to shut it out.
Her mouth opened, releasing a choked cry at something slithering along her untouched folds, "s-stop...please stop..." She begged, legs trembling with the effort of holding her up with the continued caress of her genitals.
That something finally found her entrance, poking and proding it teasingly - silently threatening to penetrate her and she gave in, dropping to her knees and sobbing into her palms. "Stop! I-I promise I won't ignore you anymore...just please...stop.."
All at once, the ghostly touch left her once the words escaped her mouth, satisfied with her promise. A swift coolness brushed her cheek before disappearing and she could only assume that it must have pecked her on the cheek before leaving her to eventually gather herself together and finish washing up.
At one point, her mother did knock on the door, concerned about the thud that came from Flaky falling to her knees. Covering up the shaky tone, the redhead assured her mother that she was fine.
After all, her mother didn't believe in demons or any type of supernatural beings to exist, she would believe that Flaky was schizophrenic like her other daughter Lammy and just take her to the doctor to put her on meds. And father would be no help either considering he'll stand behind whatever mom decides to do.
The haunted girl just decided to deal with it on her own, hoping that it was a delusion that would fade with time.
But of course her naive beliefs were for naught considering creatures like this formidable being do not just fade with time - not when they've found a human that they have become attached too.
xXx
She's fourteen and loves to read once she's found a book about demons, curiosity getting the best of her, she hugs the book close to her chest and wanders to the back of the library to sit at a secluded table.
Settling down, she opens the hardcover of the book and flips to the first crispy page, large eyes alert and ready to take in info, scans the first couple sentences only to be interrupted by the familiar chill shooting throughout her causing her to jump with a startled cry, knees flying up to knock the bottom of the table noisily, dandruff flying as two dainty hands shoot up to cover her open mouth, smothering any other cries that wished to escape.
Her face burned as she took notice of multiple people staring at her in confusion through the spaces in the bookshelf, one of the workers that was restocking the books sent her an annoyed look at the noise she created in the quiet place. Slowly, she lowered her hands back to her lap as she turned her humiliated face back to the open book; slender fingers began wringing her skirt as a few murmurs of the various occupants reached her ears about her strange outburst.
Ice circled the base of her spine and she clenched her fists suppressing the shiver and squeak that was at the tip of her tongue. Stubbornly lifting a trembling hand, she shakily flipped the page - hating the fact that she could never get used to the feeling of this thing looming over her small form.
Sucking in a comforting breath, she focused back onto the hundreds of words before her and got back into reading. She was just on a part where it was explaining about why it was important to learn the demon's name when the pages suddenly started flipping wildly, going from one random page to the next, making it impossible to read in peace with the fluttering pages.
Afraid that someone might look and see the pages moving on its own, the redhead quickly slapped her hand down on the book, swallowing audibly and trying to remember what page she was reading previously. It must have been something important if her 'companion' - if you could call it that - went to the trouble of keeping her from finishing that page.
The trapped pages shifted beneath her fingertips but she ignored it and the chill tickling her as she decided to try to read the book the best that she can.
Not even seconds later she felt something combing through her long strands, it soon tangled into the unruly strands and yanked her head back, her mouth dropped open to release a squeal when it was quickly muffled by a gloved hand.
"Shhh, take it easy there miss dandruff, don't wanna draw attention to ourselves now, do we?" An eerily familiar voice snickered into her ear, making her stomach clench in dread at the two identical snarky chuckles.
Whimpering at the younger one's hand still firmly tangled in her crimson hair, forcing her to stare up at the two brothers sitting comfortably on top of her table, Flaky tried but failed to keep the fear from appearing on her soft features.
She did not like these shady twins one bit. Never. Especially when they so easily scoped her out as the easiest target to terrorize in the school with her fidgety, timid personality.
The stuff they made her do made her uncomfortable along with always stealing her stuff to which she would have to explain to her mom why it was gone and having her believe that Flaky was really much too careless with her lunch money.
Maybe it wasn't a good idea to pick a table so far in the back, it was the perfect place for them to pick on her.
"Hmm? What is this you're reading?" The older one murmured, sliding the book out of her sweaty fingers to take a peek at what had her so absorbed.
"Demons?" He muttered out loud causing the younger to glance from him to the frightened girl in his clutches with a raised brow. "No wonder you're such a weird, paranoid girl if this is the kind of freaky shit you're into." He chuckled, pushing the book away.
It slid to the edge to fall uselessly to the ground where the quiet girl could only stare at it helplessly.
"Now, onto more important matters," the fedora donned one spoke, using a single finger to keep her chin angled towards him and his devilish grin. "You've gotten an allowance again, haven't you? Where is it?"
A bead of sweat dribbled down her temple, unable to pull her eyes away from those mischievous orbs that danced with mirth at her misfortune. "I...I..." She stammered, gulping to swallow the lump clogging her throat. "...I.."
She hissed softly, wincing in pain when the younger yanked impatiently at her hair - a warning for her to hurry up and spit it out before he does something more painful to her than just a stinging scalp.
"I-I...don't have any allowance t-today...my mom doesn't like that my m-money keeps disappearing in just one day." She whispered, her eyes glued shut to avoid any glares she was sure to have sent her way.
It was silent and her stomach twisted in nervousness of what they would decide to do to her.
"...Well...you know what this means, right?" The older one replied, his voice sounding much closer than earlier. She squinted an eye open, immediately flinching at his close proximity and the devious grin he was sporting.
She hates them.
She hates them so much.
A gloved thumb smoothed over her quivering lips before slipping between them to press the pad of his thumb to her tongue, a snicker came from him as he rubbed circles over the pink muscle.
"We have to punish you."
xXx
It was about three in the morning when she suddenly woke up with a terrible quake in her stomach, memories from what happened earlier flashed through her mind. Hot liquid began making its way up her throat and she slapped a hand over her mouth to keep from regurgitating all over her floor as she stood up and with her other hand draped across her aching abdomen, rushed to the bathroom.
Collapsing down, knees colliding painfully with the tiled floor; the redhead gripped the porcelain edges of the toilet as she hurled up the few bites of dinner she had.
Tears dripped down the sides of her face as she retched; the disgusting feeling of the brothers...things wrapped in her hand and sliding down her throat were still fresh in her mind and made her sick to her stomach. The ache on her scalp was still there as she sobbed into the porcelain bowl.
Surely, the younger one must really like her hair she thought bitterly.
She just considered herself lucky that they never took her innocence, deeming it too dangerous to possibly get a weird girl like her pregnant.
Her nails clawed at the bowl as she released a frustrated sob.
She hates them.
And she hates herself for not having the courage to stand up for herself.
After a while of sitting there and heaving up nothing, the redhead decided to collect herself and try to hide away those horrible events into the back of her mind as she ripped off a piece of toilet paper to wipe her mouth.
Flushing the toilet, she used the counter to help pull herself up on unsteady legs so she could wash her hands. Feeling the moistness covering her cheeks, the redhead sniffled and pulled her hair up into a ponytail as she decided to give her face a quick wash before brushing her teeth.
Dropping the toothbrush back into its holder, Flaky sighed and tugged the rubberband out of her hair.
Glancing up into the mirror above the sink nearly gave the girl a heart attack. Goosebumps raised on her arms as she stared at her reflection.
It was her alright but the eyes most definitely did not belong to her. They were dark and listless, void of any emotion as they stared her down, her mirror image's head was also angled towards the ground as it watched her through the long bangs; majority of its face shadowed by its hair.
Paralyzed with fear, she could only watch as the corner of the doppelgänger's lips tilted and stretched until it was pulled into a wide, ear to ear grin. As if to confirm that it wasn't her in the mirror, Flaky's own lips tugged down into a nervous frown.
While keeping her wide eyes locked with its dead ones, the image lifted a hand in the mirror while Flaky's own hand stayed hanging by her side. The image brought its hand to its own face, the tips of its fingers touching its cheek to trail its nails down to its chin, stroking the smooth skin.
The frightened girl gasped, tremors rocketing through her body.
She could actually feel the nails gently scraping along her flesh.
She could only watch as the being slowly brought its index finger into its mouth.
Then it bit down.
Hard.
Hard enough to break skin and draw blood.
Flaky hissed in pain, and brought her hand up to see blood leaking down her index finger, eliciting a frightened cry.
Without a second thought, the disturbed girl hit the light switch and darted out of the bathroom and back into her room. Grabbing a bundle of Kleenex, she wrapped them around her injured finger and climbed under her covers, squeezing her eyes shut and forcing herself to go back sleep.
She's never going to the bathroom at three in the morning again.
xXx
Fifteen was the age where she met who she believed to be her soul mate. A sweet and kind, yet arrogant and somewhat clumsy boy with sky blue hair and eyes that matched the colors of hers; just a lighter shade of red.
He was a new student who on his first day caught her being picked on by the twins and immediately intervened unlike many others who just continued walking by like they didn't see a thing. They slunked off with their tails between their legs once the back of the new boy's hand connected with the younger twin's cheek with enough force to knock him off his feet and onto his bum, a tooth having jarred loose from the impact.
Lifty - knowing when someone is stronger than him - was smart enough to leave and not attempt to try any further attacks, forcing the weaker twin to scoff and follow his brother after flicking the smiling boy off.
She was extremely grateful to him.
He became her very first friend and soon boyfriend.
It was strange, he was so outgoing and popular in just his first week of school but he always stayed by her side despite her being the weird outcast of her school - he didn't even mind her random outbursts whenever she got that unrelenting chill from the being that has always plagued her life.
She enjoyed his presence immensely.
Especially since it keeps the brothers away.
They were seventeen when they decided to take their relationship to the next step when his parents were gone at work. It felt a bit awkward for Flaky to be getting intimate with her boyfriend though when there was a constant pressure in her mind to let her know that she was never alone.
But it was soon forgotten once Splendid captured all her attention with his soft lips and hands. The parasite attached to her was forgotten altogether once her and her blue haired sweetheart were finally connected.
It hurt at first and he wiped away her tears with a gentle smile assuring her that the pain only lasts a few seconds. Soon she had her arms wrapped around his neck, hugging him to her as he elicited tiny cries from his petite girlfriend with each thrust of his hips.
She quickly found out that Splendid was the experimental type when he pulled out as soon as it was starting to feel really good for her. An unsatisfied whimper left her lips when he got up and moved to sit at the edge of the bed and gestured for her to go by him.
Grabbing her, he tugged her onto his lap, laying her back against his chest, he slipped an arm beneath both her knees to hold her up as he used his other hand to realign his shaft to her entrance. Shuddering, a low moan escaped her when he carefully slipped back into her, his hands moving to grab her thighs to hold them in the air as his hips jerked up to slam into her ripping a cry from the redhead.
His ragged breaths reached her ear as he nibbled teasingly on the lobe. "Doesn't this position feel good? Plus, I heard its more erotic to be able to watch." He grunted, pumping his hips up vigorously.
Wondering what he was muttering about, she opened her eyes halfway to see what he was talking about. Looking to the side, she noticed that he was staring straight ahead of them.
Following his line of sight, her glassy eyes widened at what was before her.
How did she not notice this until now?
Splendid's closet door was the kind that was a mirror.
And instead of seeing her and Splendid getting intimate in the mirror - she instead saw what was basically the male version of her standing there calmly, watching her with listless golden eyes that carried a tinge of lust within the glowing orbs.
She wondered when it was able to get its own form instead of using hers. It had a normal human male body it seemed but it was all black up to its neck, black tendrils occasionally flickered from the shadows that covered its body.
It even had hair similar to hers, unruly strands chopped short with even flakes of dandruff just like her own.
Her eyes steadily lowered to its cheshire grin that frightened her to the core, mouth now armed with white, razor sharp teeth instead of normal ones that blended in slightly with its pale, paper white skin.
It's eyes narrowed as they scanned leisurely over her exposed body. "Having fun?" His voice whispered into her mind.
She couldn't even feel the pleasure anymore, all she could feel was fear for her life, watching the thing in the mirror. Hands clammy with sweat, clenched around Splendid's wrists desperately, nails digging into the flesh as she stuttered out his name, unable to properly get a sentence out with the lump lodged in her throat.
"This is hot, isn't it?" His husky voice groaned into her ear, mistaking her fright for pleasure. Moaning, he sucked on the skin of her neck as he picked up the pace, getting close to the edge.
Flaky's face burned, unable to get an orgasm. Not with the way that demon was watching her so intently, his tongue slipping hungrily over his pointed teeth.
"My. Don't you look delicious, love." His gravelly voice purred into her mind.
She's not sure, but she's pretty sure that giving up her innocence to her boyfriend actually made it stronger.
The more tainted she got the stronger it grew.
xXx
After that day of what was supposed to be a special moment with Splendid, Flaky noticed that the demon did, indeed, seem to be getting stronger. He - she can't believe she's even referring it to a gender now - was now able to manifest visibly next to her whenever he wants, he had no need for the mirror to be visible anymore.
And though it was a relief to see her own reflection now it was now accompanied by him always lurking behind her, golden eyes fixated on his human, everlasting grin gleaming in the shadows.
He's also whispered terrible suggestions to her - like stealing Lammy's pickle or stealing some of Splendid's most prized possession. There were even times where he would put images in her head - images of her family lying in a puddle of blood, their skulls cracked open with the gushy mass of their brain leaking through the opening.
The worst of it was that he always puts her standing in the middle of the corpses with a bat or any other blunt object held in her hands that dripped scarlet liquid onto the floor.
He would always follow it with a joyful laugh along with adding about how much fun it would be.
This has gone for much too long already and he was getting more and more malevolent each day. Flaky decided it would be best to see an exorcist.
xXx
The clacking of a knife meeting wood resounded noisily in the small kitchen; Flaky worried her lip as she continued chopping the carrot she was preparing for the salad; wincing every once in a while at the tender spot on her back - she was sure that there must be a rather large bruise back there.
"That was a pretty bold move you made earlier," the familiar voice rumbled from somewhere near the entrance of the kitchen. "Stupid, very stupid but bold none the less."
Flaky chose not to answer the demon.
"I mean, really, you must be stupider than I thought if you seriously thought that...priest could save you." He chuckled, reminiscing the look of horror that had taken over the priest's face when an unseen force had sent him flying back to hit the ground.
Golden eyes gazed at a spot on her back. "Does your back still hurt?" He cooed, the question coming out more playful than he intended, enjoying how she had scooted back away from his approaching form earlier, cherishing the fear that had overtaken her crimson eyes when his hand curled into the material of her sweater to pick her up and fly her out the open doors of the church to slam against the pole outside before turning back to knock out the priest after he yelled something that pissed him off.
Still determinedly cutting the orange vegetable, Flaky thought back to the moment before she was tossed outside; how the priest screamed to learn its name if she wanted to get rid of it.
She was just about to slice another piece when his voice cut her off. "So...you're thinking about how to get my name, aren't you?"
Her eyelids lowered at that, lips pursing irritably; she should've known it wouldn't be easy to get its name from it.
"Well, how about we make a deal?"His listless eyes caught the way her head lifted slightly at his words; good, she was listening to him. "I'll hide in the house and if you can find my real body and stab me until I bleed than I'll let you know my real name...hell, maybe I'll even leave to let you live in peace."
Flaky paused in her cutting, her eyes widened, staring at the knife in her hand in wonder. He'll...leave? As in, she'll be able to live normally for the first time in her life without his suffocating presence constantly surrounding her?
She didn't bother to think of the absurdity of a demon having a real body or even being able to bleed. She didn't even think about how he might be messing with her.
All she knew was that she had a chance to be free..
A warm, shadow covered hand was placed onto her tense shoulder as he lowered down to press his lips against the shell of her ear. "So...do you want to play?"
Faster than she's ever moved before, Flaky spun around and lodged the knife into his abdomen, her usually soft eyes crazed and wild with adrenaline as she squeezed the hilt and shoved the metal in deeper.
The misty shadows shielding him stretched out to tickle her arms as she glared up at him to find any signs of blood.
All she found was that damn permanent grin. Yanking the knife out she watched with a frown as he collapsed to his knees before ultimately falling over to his side. Frustrated at finding no blood, Flaky glared out at the entrance where she could see a clone of that demon walk in, one hand holding the wall as the other clutched something to his chest.
He cackled, grinning at her mockingly. "Wanna give me a five second head start at running away?"
She growled lowly, her teeth grinding together and shot forward to stab him in the back of his neck, she could hear the scrunch of metal slicing into flesh but still could not see any blood but only the black shadows that swirled around his body. Digging her nails into his surprisingly warm shoulder, she ripped the blade out before viciously sending it diving back down to bury into his neck.
She continued this over and over until he too, like the previous one, collapsed into a heap on the ground; grinning widely at her. "Nice try princess, but wrong one."
With a snarl, she took back her weapon and stood up, while furiously dropping a foot to slam against his face before stomping off to the living room down the hall where she could see the next one lounging comfortably on the couch and watching tv.
She didn't even give this one a chance to acknowledge her as she ran forward and buried her weapon into the back of his head, the cracking of the bone giving into the metal made her sick to her stomach but she was desperate to get rid of him no matter what. Soon the squelching of metal slicing through the brain was heard and she had to practically hold in her gag at the sound.
This one slouched forward, unmoving, and she was disappointed to see no blood from this one either.
Suddenly, the hair on the back of her neck stood up as she sensed a familiar pressure lingering behind her. Hands just barely touched her shoulders before she turned and lunged the blade forward to slice into where she knew the human heart laid.
Breathing heavily, her eyes drifted up to see his damn shark toothed grin. But her eyes widened in disbelief when she caught trails of scarlet liquid exiting the corners of his smiling lips.
His hands reached up to touch her hair lightly. "Good girl." He chuckled.
"I...I...did it," she smiled with tears gathering in her relieved eyes. "I did it."
"Don't celebrate princess, you didn't do anything but what I wanted you too."
"W-what?" What was he talking about? He was bleeding! She got him!
"I said to find my real body and make me bleed," he explained, uncaring of the thick liquid dousing his chin to drip off onto her hand that was frozen around the hilt of the knife. "But the funny thing is - demons don't have a body. If we did, do you think that we would bother trying to possess humans?"
"Besides, haven't you noticed?" If possible his grin widened. "All those 'clones' that you killed...they were quite warm to the touch, weren't they?"
Once his words sunk in, Flaky's eyes widened in horror, her mouth dropping open in a soundless scream as the shadows surrounding the demon in front of her dissipated until it revealed a ruby colored shirt in front of her.
The scarlet strands melted away into sky blue, paper white skin darkening into a light tan as the listless golden pools bled into a rapidly fading crimson.
"S-Splendid?!" Flaky sobbed, only able to watch her boyfriend drop to the ground lifelessly.
It was then that she noticed how warm and wet her hands were and looked down to see them coated heavily in the copper smelling liquid and knew immediately that that amount of blood could not have come from just the blue haired male.
Looking to the couch she could see her father slouched forward limply with liquid slipping down the back of his head, gaining an anguished sob from the horrified girl.
Looking down the hallway, she could see her sister laying on her front in a pool of her life essence, one of her hands clutching loosely onto her pickle doll. She knew for a fact that the one she killed in the kitchen must have been her mother and didn't attempt to go over and look.
Unable to her support her any longer, her trembling legs finally buckled from beneath her. Sitting on the ground she could only stare at her shaking red, red hands.
Than finally, she snapped, screaming at the top of her lungs as everything that had just transpired came crashing over her all at once. She clawed at her face in frustration, marking her pale face with red marks as she screamed and screamed and screamed - alerting the neighbors and prompting them to call the authorities in concern.
Meanwhile the apparition standing next to her laughed and laughed as she slowly lost her mind.
She screamed until her voice gave out, sounding rough and hoarse to her ears, by the time the blue and red lights were flashing through the windows she was just sobbing brokenly, tear stained face streaked with red.
She took no notice of the demon sitting peacefully behind her, petting her hair gently until the uniformed humans came in and escorted her out.
xXx
Everything was so white.
So very white.
The walls were white, the door was white, the floor was white, her pants were white - even the jacket that kept her arms confined around her waist was a blinding white.
She couldn't even get the pleasure of seeing her own hair, seeing as they chopped it short, deeming it to be in the way when they dealt with her.
Her glassy eyes gazed blankly at the colorless ceiling. "Where are you? Please...I need you." She muttered lowly, begging for him to show up again and provide her with something to keep her senses alive.
Her cracked lips pulled up into a relieved smile once black mist slowly drifted into her view as her demon revealed himself to her. His red hair and black shadows a beautiful contrast to all this blinding white.
He sure could use a tan though; she mused to herself, it would be nice if his skin didn't blend in with all the colorless walls.
But the main thing that captured her attention was those emotionless glowing eyes - such a gorgeous shade of gold, it reminded her of the sun that she hasn't seen for months.
"Hello love." He purred, sliding a hand down her cheek; how perfect that those stupid humans just deemed her insane and tossed her into this colorless room where he's the only thing keeping her sane.
He enjoyed how she depended on him.
After all, a human could go completely insane when depraved of all their basic senses.
"Want to do something fun, love?" He murmured, stroking the back of his hand along her soft cheek.
It's so nice to know that she's the one that got rid of that annoying blue haired boy - that she belongs completely to him alone.
That she'll do whatever he asks of her as long as he shows up when she needs him.
"What is it?" She whispered, eyes glued to his with undying devotion.
He grinned. "There'll be an orderly here soon to give you your medicine...why don't you go ahead and try to tear out his jugular when he's not paying attention."
He lowered himself down, lips brushing softly against hers. "Sound like fun?"
"Of course." She agreed, leaning forward to press her lips completely to his cold ones.
He chuckled, stroking a hand through her short locks.
This turned out much better than he expected it would be when he first found her.
Its so nice being her fear that evolved into something that she required to survive.
xXx
Well, that was entertaining to write, though it does seem rushed and would probably fit better as a multi chap, but….meh. Whatever.
Refer to chapter 15 if you want to see the list.
Thanks for reading!