She smelled like ginger. It was sharp and sweet at the same time. Her willowy limbs snaked about me; a single leg went from the trunk of my body, down the side of my thigh with her toes cupped in the hollow of my knee. Her arm reached across my chest, nails brushing my skin as I breathed. I idly stroked her leg, my fingers slowing to trace the ( Read more... )

I live in my name now. I am more of a bogle than a true ghost, existing only in the whispers between boy in the bathrooms of club. Most just throw me about to get a rise out of fresh meat. There are a few that I loathe. Speaking as though they narrowly escaped my bloodied talons. if I had wished to kill those wastes of flesh, I would of.  It's hell ( Read more... )

And so she knelt. Moment after slaughtering twenty five men, she knelt in the gore and slicked grass of the battle. Fires burned and the war raged but all she could hear was of a soft wind pulling at the field flowers. She lifted his head and gently laid it upon her leather coated knees, the warm blood quickly filling into the valley of pressed ( Read more... )

It really wasn't my fault. I wasn't out and about to hurt someone, at least not tonight. I guess it was just my luck that some cracked out punk decided that my car looked good enough to try and jack me for. Funny thing about us killer types. We tend to be well equipped. He came up behind me and jabbed two fingers into my kidney. I knew it was his ( Read more... )

I felt so tired. So sick. But I had to get out or I was going to bury myself. I went to one of the only places that I continued to frequent without fear. The club had been shaken in a tumbler and what poured out was something sickly posh floating atop the gothic and industrial layers. Strange was a kinder word for it than I usually used. Within an ( Read more... )

So I sat and watched this blond piece of meat walking around in nothing but a white shirt and pajama pants. I gave him a flat smile and told him to follow me home. He did like a good little puppy looking for a spot to bury his bone. Anyways, it didn't take but a few overly used words and a worn out face to get him into handcuffs and the harness ( Read more... )

She pulled back from the angel and laughed softly. It was a tired laugh, as though it was made of more pain than joy. “You know the power that lies in a name. The first names that we have bind us; solidifying what we are and what abilities we will attain. We are truly nothing without our names.” Slowly the darkness melted away, soft lights ( Read more... )

He paced the abandoned loading dock, the Italian leather soles earning their keep in total silence. His massive form and sleek build made him look more like a big cat that could no longer stand its cage. His name was Foras though no one that had known that name besides her knew he lived. He missed her, worried for her, and found he could do nothing ( Read more... )

 She moved easily through the line, more like a ghost than a god. No one protests what they do not notice and she had to only look up at the door keep to gain entry. He saw those wings and even for a creature of stone such as he, tears were felt. She wore a simple silver dress that fluttered about sharp curves like falling feathers. The few that ( Read more... )

Loneliness?

I sat at the very top of a green hill. My robes were white and comfortably loose in a lotus position, my eyes focused between the purple sky and ivory trees. Slowly I looked down the hill. It was a strikingly vivid contrast; red blood and limbs splattered over the scene as though the artist had a violent fit. A small boy, maybe a year ( Read more... )