#kcrlcv

[fierceathlete]

starter for @kcrlcv

Rumors about the old house had started a long time ago, even before she was born. The place was in disrepair and parents often warned their children to stay clear of it. Most probably didn't believe in the ghost tales the house got swept up in. However, parents didn't want their children stepping foot inside an abandoned house that was most likely rotting away from neglect.

Unfortunately, all those warning had just turned the house into an attraction for teens with nothing better to do.

It'd become a test of courage to step into the house alone. Often, you were expected to snap a photo of yourself inside the building to prove you'd actually done it. There were plenty of times that people would run out of the building with fear in their eyes. Sputtering out stories about a ghost, though no one believed them. Those people did end up turning into the laughing stocks of the school though.

Now here she was, standing in front of the old house. It wasn't for a test of courage. Her interest had been drawn in my the murder that'd happened here last month. One of the guys from the football team had gone in for a test of courage. When no one had seen him on Friday night for the game, he'd ended up leaving the house in a body bag on Saturday morning.

The police tape had been removed last week, all the evidence they could possibly find apparently collected. No more cruisers outside to make sure no one stepped in and contaminated the scene. Now was her chance. How could she possibly pass up a murder mystery in a supposedly haunted house?

As she opened the door and stepped into the house, the ginger was fully aware that her decision making skills were absolute shit. Perhaps she was just lacking the necessary thought process to make sure she prioritized living over her own curiosity.

Oh well.

[fierceathlete]

starter for @kcrlcv

Rumors about the old house had started a long time ago, even before she was born. The place was in disrepair and parents often warned their children to stay clear of it. Most probably didn’t believe in the ghost tales the house got swept up in. However, parents didn’t want their children stepping foot inside an abandoned house that was most likely rotting away from neglect.

Unfortunately, all those warning had just turned the house into an attraction for teens with nothing better to do.

It’d become a test of courage to step into the house alone. Often, you were expected to snap a photo of yourself inside the building to prove you’d actually done it. There were plenty of times that people would run out of the building with fear in their eyes. Sputtering out stories about a ghost, though no one believed them. Those people did end up turning into the laughing stocks of the school though.

Now here she was, standing in front of the old house. It wasn’t for a test of courage. Her interest had been drawn in by the murder that’d happened here last month. One of the guys from the football team had gone in for a test of courage. When no one had seen him on Friday night for the game, he’d ended up leaving the house in a body bag on Saturday morning.

The police tape had been removed last week, all the evidence they could possibly find apparently collected. No more cruisers outside to make sure no one stepped in and contaminated the scene. Now was her chance. How could she possibly pass up a murder mystery in a supposedly haunted house?

As she opened the door and stepped into the house, the ginger was fully aware that her decision making skills were absolute shit. Perhaps she was just lacking the necessary thought process to make sure she prioritized living over her own curiosity.

Oh well.

[darkstarsrise]

oh no, @kcrlcv is hot...

ㅤㅤㅤ❛ shall i drink your blood fresh, or slice your neck and spill it out first? ❜

✧˖*°࿐ The threat as it was should have been terrifying. She should have been terrifying, and okay, so she was terrifying in that way that a predator can be beautiful and graceful, yet you still knew that it could rip you to pieces without expending enough effort to even need the calories you'd provide when it ate you. Cas knew without a doubt in the world that she could absolutely tear him apart because he'd seen her in action, but he wasn't afraid.

ㅤActually, that was a lie because the primitive lizard part of his brain recognized the lethal danger and was shouted over by the conscious part of his mind that took the jolt from the fear and fed it into excitement. It was Anna, his Anna, and she was beautiful in any form, be it the quiet. peaceful girl that held his face in her cold hands or the floating, black-eyed goddess with the tendrils of inky hair that moved as though she were underwater and her dress dripping with thick, dark blood. The threat as it was should have made him back up because even as a ghost hunter, he was no match for her, or it should have made him run because as a human he was just a chew toy for her, but instead he tilted his chin up to regard her, almost like he was offering more of his throat.

ㅤ"Fresh, of course. Why waste it and get your dress all dirty?" he teased her, a little smile sliding over his lips despite himself because he simply couldn't fear her, not Anna, not anymore. "Anna, come back."

[aftermoved]

— ❝ @kcrlcv .

❝ YOU SHOULDN'T BE UP THERE. ❞ How many times did she have to tell her for the girl to understand? It felt like way too many times, but it still made the assassin smile a little, the corners of her mouth quirking upwards. How often had SOMEONE ELSE told her those exact words? Quite a bit.

❝ Come here, I want to show you something. ❞