When he awoke for the secondo time, he thought of a million things, coherency streaming his mind and starting the engines of his very unique brain. Out of the millions and millions of streaming thoughts, he pulled out three and processed them:
Where the heck was he?
Why was there loud knocking at “his” door so early?
Where had his snuggle buddy from last night wandered off to?
This third domanda brought up a million others that he was less than happy to deal with at the minute. He rubbed his eyes and yawned, stretching his arms out as he called entrance; anything to get the noise causing his headache to stop. A girl, obvious older, entered. Her light blue curls were pulled away from her face, her pointed, elf-like ears sowing. She wore a simple accappatoio, vestaglia of white, a golden cintura on her hips. Her eyes were a light gray, like the sun lighting up early morning fog. He watched cautiously as she approached and then practically fainted when she knelt down before him in a respectful bow.
“My lord.”
Her voice was light and airy, like silver bells on snowy winds at Christmas. Her tone held the respect and devotion of a loyal servant. And it freaked him out. Dylan had adjusted to being the oddball in his life, and this girl was treating him like royalty. He realized she was staring.
“What do te want from me? I have nothing you'd find valuable I swear!!!!”
She blinked and watched him climb up the bookshelf, her face Frozen in surprise.
“My lord, please calm down.”
“Calm down my ass!! How about we play a game? te go hide and I'll pretend to look for you.”
“That game would require più people, would it not?”
“.....smart ass.”
She merely blinked at him again.
“My lord, I was ordered to come and wake you.”
“Nya! None of that “my lord” stuff! I've seen the shows! I never made a pact with any demons! Wait did I...? NO!! I haven't!!! Now.....shoo!”
She looked at him quizzically.
“Demons call te lord?”
“...no. Not me personally...”
“You are very animated, my lord.”
He stuck out his tongue and looked around. If he went on the ground, he was sure he'd be beaten da the girl, despite his training over the years. And he couldn't escape using the shadows; who knows what he'd find. The only option was to wait them out. If I stay here long enough, maybe they'll leave me alone.... Instead, someone else walked into the room, someone he recognized...Snuggle buddy?! The dark haired man looked at the situation and smirked. His death-like eyes winked with emotion and he walked further into the room. He blew out a few candles and walked calmly to the bookshelf. The room seemed to buzz for a minuto and then it felt like his head cleared.
“Young master, how did te sleep?”
Dylan watched the other man reach up and take him in his arms. He wanted to pull back, but the scent of familiarity and the warmth around this person made him stay. His eyes drooped a bit.
“Fine. Hey, why were te in my room last night?”
“Just watching over you. te were having nightmares again.”
“Was I...?”
The man nodded and set him on the bed.
“You look wiped. Would te like to sleep some more, master?”
He nodded and snuggled deep into the covers pulled over him.
“But my lord-”
“Ariella, he can talk to them later. Go.”
With a simple nod she left. The other stayed.
“Will te keep the nightmares away again, Sin?” Dylan murmured, too tired to care how he knew the name o why he trusted this person.
“As te wish, master.”
Where the heck was he?
Why was there loud knocking at “his” door so early?
Where had his snuggle buddy from last night wandered off to?
This third domanda brought up a million others that he was less than happy to deal with at the minute. He rubbed his eyes and yawned, stretching his arms out as he called entrance; anything to get the noise causing his headache to stop. A girl, obvious older, entered. Her light blue curls were pulled away from her face, her pointed, elf-like ears sowing. She wore a simple accappatoio, vestaglia of white, a golden cintura on her hips. Her eyes were a light gray, like the sun lighting up early morning fog. He watched cautiously as she approached and then practically fainted when she knelt down before him in a respectful bow.
“My lord.”
Her voice was light and airy, like silver bells on snowy winds at Christmas. Her tone held the respect and devotion of a loyal servant. And it freaked him out. Dylan had adjusted to being the oddball in his life, and this girl was treating him like royalty. He realized she was staring.
“What do te want from me? I have nothing you'd find valuable I swear!!!!”
She blinked and watched him climb up the bookshelf, her face Frozen in surprise.
“My lord, please calm down.”
“Calm down my ass!! How about we play a game? te go hide and I'll pretend to look for you.”
“That game would require più people, would it not?”
“.....smart ass.”
She merely blinked at him again.
“My lord, I was ordered to come and wake you.”
“Nya! None of that “my lord” stuff! I've seen the shows! I never made a pact with any demons! Wait did I...? NO!! I haven't!!! Now.....shoo!”
She looked at him quizzically.
“Demons call te lord?”
“...no. Not me personally...”
“You are very animated, my lord.”
He stuck out his tongue and looked around. If he went on the ground, he was sure he'd be beaten da the girl, despite his training over the years. And he couldn't escape using the shadows; who knows what he'd find. The only option was to wait them out. If I stay here long enough, maybe they'll leave me alone.... Instead, someone else walked into the room, someone he recognized...Snuggle buddy?! The dark haired man looked at the situation and smirked. His death-like eyes winked with emotion and he walked further into the room. He blew out a few candles and walked calmly to the bookshelf. The room seemed to buzz for a minuto and then it felt like his head cleared.
“Young master, how did te sleep?”
Dylan watched the other man reach up and take him in his arms. He wanted to pull back, but the scent of familiarity and the warmth around this person made him stay. His eyes drooped a bit.
“Fine. Hey, why were te in my room last night?”
“Just watching over you. te were having nightmares again.”
“Was I...?”
The man nodded and set him on the bed.
“You look wiped. Would te like to sleep some more, master?”
He nodded and snuggled deep into the covers pulled over him.
“But my lord-”
“Ariella, he can talk to them later. Go.”
With a simple nod she left. The other stayed.
“Will te keep the nightmares away again, Sin?” Dylan murmured, too tired to care how he knew the name o why he trusted this person.
“As te wish, master.”
~~~
"Any last words?" he cocked his gun and smirked.
"You're an imb-"
He pulled the trigger before words could escape, and watched as the vampire disintegrated.
Quickly he left the church and headed into the woods, first a town of beasts and now a vampire, what più could he handle?
While walking, enjoying the night of no stars and a half moon, his red eyes caught a girl of smaller stature than his own. "A human? But I thought they all died in town."
D's eyes narrowed as he stalked the girl, she was running, but from what? Ignoring all his senses to pursue the her and take her fresh blood, he followed the human instead. She was quick and agile, her eyes showed no fear, yet deep inside he could read she was petrified. Suddenly, she stopped backing up against a gate, cornered as a dark shadow towered over her.
"I thought I killed him?" He hissed placing his hand on his Smith and Wesson.
~~~
Let the transformation begin.
~~~
((More?))
Raven and I made this little precious I call him my precious because he is my precious and yayyyyy... hehe...
Name: Barrette James Andreevich
Alias: Mad Emotion
Age: 15
Appearance: wavy red hair, yellow-green eyes, bronze wings, pale, tall and thin
Powers: flight, can feel other peoples emotions da touching their hands
Personality: Cocky, lovable, tenderhearted, a little crazy and is totally up for fun
Civvies: Leather jacket, blue tee-shirt, jeans, sneakers.
Hero 'stume: Black body armor with red highlights, black combat boots.
Bio: felce and Nikita's son from the future. After the death of his mother shortly after his first mese of life, he was kidnapped da the School. Once he escaped at age thirteen, he found his father again, and joined the hero industry. He came back in time to prevent the death of his mother.
RP? No RP? Merh don't care.
Name: Barrette James Andreevich
Alias: Mad Emotion
Age: 15
Appearance: wavy red hair, yellow-green eyes, bronze wings, pale, tall and thin
Powers: flight, can feel other peoples emotions da touching their hands
Personality: Cocky, lovable, tenderhearted, a little crazy and is totally up for fun
Civvies: Leather jacket, blue tee-shirt, jeans, sneakers.
Hero 'stume: Black body armor with red highlights, black combat boots.
Bio: felce and Nikita's son from the future. After the death of his mother shortly after his first mese of life, he was kidnapped da the School. Once he escaped at age thirteen, he found his father again, and joined the hero industry. He came back in time to prevent the death of his mother.
RP? No RP? Merh don't care.
The final sneak peek for the fifth book in the Red Revenge/ DC Comics crossover series.
“No.” Revenge breathed. He ran over to the two girl’s bodies, kneeling successivo to them. Police sirens screamed around the corner and slid to a halt in the road. Several dozen officers filed out and all pointed their pistole at Red Revenge.
“FREEZE!”
Revenge didn’t move.
“HANDS UP! NOW!”
Revenge slowly raised his hands in surrender.
“MASK OFF!”
Revenge didn’t move.
“NOW!!!”
“You should’ve left that last part off.” Red Revenge said, still not moving. Then in one quick blur, he shot a dagger into the road and it exploded, spraying smoke everywhere. Revenge grabbed one of the girls and ran, police firing into the smoke.
Red Revenge V: What Matters
Now Publishing
“No.” Revenge breathed. He ran over to the two girl’s bodies, kneeling successivo to them. Police sirens screamed around the corner and slid to a halt in the road. Several dozen officers filed out and all pointed their pistole at Red Revenge.
“FREEZE!”
Revenge didn’t move.
“HANDS UP! NOW!”
Revenge slowly raised his hands in surrender.
“MASK OFF!”
Revenge didn’t move.
“NOW!!!”
“You should’ve left that last part off.” Red Revenge said, still not moving. Then in one quick blur, he shot a dagger into the road and it exploded, spraying smoke everywhere. Revenge grabbed one of the girls and ran, police firing into the smoke.
Red Revenge V: What Matters
Now Publishing