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A lullaby pours out,
a wretched little thing,
run run my child,
run faster than my gun,
my child run,
before you become me
Description: She hated her brother. Loathed him. With every fiber of her being she would destroy him even if it made herself a monster.
TW: Fighting, Violence, Abuse, Manipulation, Violence with Children.
Basically Junie is about Twelve at this age, please be careful nothing is to graphic.
Anger didn’t sit will in Junie – her body rejected most of it. After all hate was something that happened when their was no options left for a person – no she didn’t hate anyone.
Still she could feel his presence around her and it was acidic. She loved her sister and her brothers. She had to remember that. No matter what they were family. However the twinge of fear came whenever she saw his Cheshire smile. She didn’t trust him, but she could love him. After all he was still her brother.
She reminded herself that as Soo was in the hospital and that was why the quick grinned man picked her up. After all she had no choice – her other older brothers couldn’t drive and Mina was out.
So she sat in the car as he hummed along to the stereo. It was moments like this where she could pretend that he wasn’t so bad. After all family was everything to the young girl. He might not be right but he could be right?
That’s when he took a turn he wasn’t supposed to. She looked at the unfamiliar road and he calmed her down with a pat on her head - or rather he tried. After all when Soo did it Junie calmed. With him her heart beat spiked.
“We’re just training together today, Junie. Mom approved it..” he said a flash of annoyance in his voice.
She didn’t believe him but she walked behind him anyway into the warehouse. After all he had never hurt her. He wouldn’t. He couldn’t. They were family. She couldn’t disobey an order either, the fear going into the bottom of her throat. It made her jaw shut defiantly – as if an angry silence would protect her.
She didn’t remember much her back slammed on the ground so often it was pathetic. After all the girl was hardly five foot – nothing compared to her brother. Where the others would stop when she was pinned he seemed to delight in pushing her into the ground.
Still every time he said do you concede the girl got back up. Her ribs bruised and her lip busted. It annoyed him – angered him. Causing more bruises to appear on her tiny frame. He couldn’t’ kill her but he could break her.
Still there was a flash in her eyes that he had never seen before. It had always been fear – maybe pity. Now it was anger – a hateful little glint. As if she was becoming like him. It caused him to smile and hit her again in the stomach. Whispering that it was only going to get worse for Soo if she told.
Junie could pinpoint the exact moment she hated Jae – when he grinned at her busted lip and went over to ruffle her hair. Pretending to be her brother and comforting her – but his nails scratched her head. Telling her that next time was weapon training knowing that she wouldn’t tell. Not if it was Soo’s life in danger. He couldn’t threaten, Mina but Soo. He was already in the hospital.
She didn’t love her brother in the slightest. She hated him – the most hateful and vile feeling someone so young could feel. Something that later in life caused a deep bitterness in her soul.
She hated her brother. Loathed him. With every fiber of her being she would destroy him even if it made herself a monster.
Summary: Bella’s first vampire act was to kill her human husband
Disclaimer: death tw
Result: She left to travel alone.
Word Count: 728
It was a quiet night, the storms that had been raging for days had finally passed. She sat quietly in a tree, watching over the small hut a little further from the others than usual. Her home. His home. Her children were there, her eldest son, Hristo, was standing at the fire. He was only eight, but early on had his father given him the task of tending the fire, and keeping it burning until it was time to put it out. They only used the fire to cook, as for warmth, her husband, Krasimir, was a very skilled hunter and tended to furnish them with many furs. That is, all but Bella. Then her daughter, her youngest child, Nikolina, came running out from the hut, screaming. Her older brother, their middle child, Marko, chasing her with a raw fish. The huntress felt her heart tighten. Her beautiful children. The younger two ran further out into the woods, her eldest son following them and shouting to come back. Now was the time.
Slowly, the deadly brunette slid from her tree, moving quickly and quietly into the hut. The children were still fading, so they were getting further away. Good. He was hunched over their bed, fixing his pallet for the night. Slowly, she came to stop behind him. “Krasimir.” She whispered, softly, deadly. He spun, facing her with the eyes of a hunter, a man who did not know he was pray. “Izabela?” He questioned, anger burning quickly. His anger was always his downfall. Her own emotions raged, though the primary was hatred, she hated this man. Before saying anything else, he made a move to lunge at her, but she dodged him easily. Of course he would start by trying to beat her.
Rather than indulging his rage, Bella moved easily, jumping onto his back. He was so tall. She wasted no time in biting into his neck, just as she was taught. The blood flowed into her mouth quickly, easily. She swallowed in large gulps, but this was not how she killed him, no, she released him, and allowed him to stumble away. He stared at her with wild eyes, fear flitting through those crystal blues. “Chudovishte..” He whispered, holding a hand to his neck. Monster. Bella merely smiled, her bloodstained lips curving delicately. “Az otivam da vi ubie moya lofe.” I am going to kill you, my love. Her words were simple, deadly, and spoken through the blood that still lingered in her mouth. He tasted like heaven. His death tasted like heaven.
Her husband tried to run, but Bella did not allow him, instead she lunged, kicking his left leg hardly, it snapped with the best noise she had heard in her entire life. He shouted, pain engulfing him. She did not stop. The brunette huntress began to hit him, kick him, do anything that he had done to her. Specifically, she kicked him in the stomach like he had last done to her. “Ti ubi deteto ni!!” She screamed, tears beginning to run down her face. You killed our child. He began to cough up blood, be she did not stop. Not until the crack of a twig outside snapped her out of her hate filled rage. “Bashta?” Mother. It was Hristo. Bella made quick work, snapping the neck of her husband to end his life.
Slowly, she walked out to come faced with her children. Her beautiful children. “Maĭka?” Mother. Shouted her daughter, who despite seeing her mother covered in blood, ran to her and wrapped her small arms around Bella’s legs. She was only four. Bella cried, falling to her knees and delicately wrapping her arms around her daughter. Her sons broke then, both running to their mother and wrapping their arms around her. “Obicham te.” She told them. I loved you. The cried into her, and she allowed them for a bit, before forcing herself to pull away. “Tryabva da trŭgvam.” I have to leave. The children sobbed, attempting to cling to her tighter, but she pushed them away. “Otidi na drugite. Kazhi im mechka ubi roditelite si.” She spoke through tears and blood, and without a goodbye, she left, but she would never truly leave them. From then on Bella constantly kept track of her children and their descendants, she protected them as best she could. A silent angel.
Summary: Alexander loved the man, but hated the gift he was given.
Valentine’s day. A day filled of love, declarations of love and champagne and chocolate. It was a day that Alexander wanted to celebrate every year even if he was alone and dying. This year was the first year that he had someone since he broke up with Dorian and yet Alexander didn’t feel happy. The small vampire sat on his widow seat in his fiancé’s office as he watched the snow fall peacefully and while his outside stayed composed, inside his mind was going a mile a minute as he let all of his thoughts from the past few months slowly come forward. It was ones he didn’t want to admit that he had, ones that he had hoped that every day he woke up and they would be gone for good. Alas as he sat there it seemed that they were going nowhere.
He pulled his legs up to his chest, resting his forehead on his knees as he thought about 365 days ago and how much had changed since then. Besides being engaged to his dream man, the other was the blinding fact that he was by definition no longer living. He no longer needed to inhale and exhale to breath, he no longer needed to digest food for energy and life. His heart no longer beat since it’s last attempt to before he died on that operating table. Alex knew that he should consider himself lucky, that he should be excited that he was given a second chance at a life even if it meant drinking blood and living forever. Even if he didn’t get the choice on if he wanted this or not.
The moment he was diagnosed with his brain cancer, Alex had accepted that he was going to die. The, at the time, twenty-two year old walked out of the hospital and straight to the cheapest lawyer he could find to draw up a will, knowing that in just a few short years he was going to leave his brother with all of his debts and he couldn’t bear to live with that. He was scared to die, of course but he had accepted it, started to greet it as an old friend as he watched his weight and body disappear in the mirror after each chemo session or surgery. The moment he stepped onto the island he knew that he wasn’t going to have much longer but still he had to try to see what this mysterious doctor could do for him.
What he didn’t expect was to fall in love.
Marcus Leventis was everything he wanted and needed plus more. The rare moments he smiled was enough to turn his stomach into knows before erupting into butterflies, he found himself unable to sleep without being in the vampire’s arms and he also loved knowing that he can sooth the beat within his now fiancé with a simple touch or kiss or word. It was hard for him get into the mind set of saying goodbye to Marcus when the day came that he would take his final breath, but Alex had already accepted his death and the fact that he wasn’t going to make it to the age of twenty-six.
When he first woke up from his surgery, his senses were heightened, everything hurt but all he could focus on was two things. Marcus gripping his hand tight and pressing kisses to his forehead and the alarming fact that his heart wasn’t beating.
The past few months, Alexander got used to being a newborn vampire. Got used to the speed, the advantages, the thirst for blood and living in a house with what seemed like twenty other vampires. Overall he was happy but there were those thoughts in the back of his head, ones that hadn’t left him no matter how hard he tried.
His brown eyes left the snowy outside and found himself glancing down at the ring on his finger. It was a reminder that he was getting everything he ever wanted, everything he never thought he would get since he was diagnosed. Alexander knew that he should be happy, he should be planning his wedding but there he was doubting everything he was given and wondering what he was going to do next.
Standing from his spot he walked over to Marcus’ desk and pulled out a piece of paper and a pen as he gracefully sat down in the seat, feeling a bit weird without Marcus under him. A long sigh escaped him as he tapped his fingers on the desk, chewing on his cheek out of nervousness. Knowing that he had to just get it over with, he pressed the pen to the paper and began to write.
Please understand that for me this isn’t easy. You have given me everything I have wanted in my life, things I never thought I would be blessed to have and that includes your love. This isn’t temporary, this is just me getting some space as I feel suffocated in a life I did not ask for. When I first arrived in your office, I gotten used to the fact that I was never going to see snow again, that I was never going to see my niece grow up or walk down the aisle to marry the man I loved. I was all ready to say my goodbyes, all ready to leave my family behind as I finally moved on from the pain that I had lived with daily. But then I woke up. When I woke up I was confused and happy but also sad, which may sound weird but I was. I had gotten so used to the fact I was going to die that when I didn’t it hurt some. People get used a certain kind of sadness and pain, they can get off on it, live because of it and mine was knowing that one day soon I was going to leave this Earth for good. I was living life to the fullest and then it seemed that it was all for nothing. I don’t hate you, I could never hate you but I do hate this selfish gift you have given me. One day I will come to terms with this, I will realize that your selfish gift was for the best for both of us but today, I need to step away from this home and breath so I can realize what exactly you have given me. I know I’m being selfish, dramatic and unthankful for all of this but I hate this and I hate myself for hating this. Sugar, I love you. Please don’t ever doubt that or forget that. All I am asking is for some time so I ca get my mind in order so I can love you as you deserve. Please don’t hate me, I’ll be yours for as long as you want me. You know where to find me. Σ 'αγαπώ, ζάχαρη.
-Alexander
Standing his body shook from the unshed tears that was collecting in his eyes. Removing the ring from his finger he hesitated, about to put it on the note for Marcus to find when he decided to put it in his pocket instead. He wasn’t breaking up with the man he loved after all, he just needed some time along. Maybe this would get them stronger, because didn’t they say that distance and time make the heart grow fonder? Wiping a stray tear from his eye, he moved to their bedroom, grabbed his favorite blanket and a spare pair of scrubs that smelled like Marcus before slipping out the back door and headed to their beach house. When it was time, Marcus would know where to find him. He always did.
They were classmates, peer. On equal standing. Or rather, not on equal standing, but that was beside the point. This unbelievably square-jawed, broad shouldered, dark-haired athlete had no real intention of harm. He was simply going with the flow, doing what was expected of him. Shoving smaller students out of the way of the star quarterback was no more an act of conscious thought than it was an instinct. It was a given, a required feat that every follower knows. And this follower was too devoted to take note of what he was getting himself into.
In terms of a social tier, Dia had seen himself towards the bottom. Not because of familial roots, but because the big boys at the top had decided he’d had a certain look about him. Some people might have known about the “devil worshippers down the lane,” but the Natyka family had a knack for moving around often. And leaving very few witnesses behind. But aside from that, there wasn’t much to condemn him to the dregs of the social barrel.
Maybe he was overreacting; it was, as he had understood, simply a force of nature. But it wasn’t like he enjoyed it. The predator, that had been heightened through a perverse education enlisted by his parents, was most definitely not pleased by this order. It was not natural. It was backwards; his location at the bottom was made to be a ruse, rather than a permanent fixture. He would not—could not—allow for such things to continue.
And the reason this was all easier was because who really liked a follower? The kind that bowed their head and had decisions made for them. Free will inclined to have their will be taken. How pitiful an existence. What Dia was to do was like an act of mercy, freeing the boy from the hell he’d created for himself. It was a kindness killing; no more, no less. And he wasn’t exactly killing, either. Receiving salvation was like an awakening, a rebirth.
Watching the world of high school hierarchies crumble as he pitted cliques against cliques, all with the simple disfigurement of a would-be star. They didn’t tear each other apart limb from limb like he might have wanted, but seeing all the social media and the blatant bashing was something else. Including when his lovely little customer had the blame pointed on him.
It’s something different when you hear a six-foot giant sobbing ‘til he couldn’t breathe. See him wither and die. Or, more accurately, close up. He was like a seed, ready to dry up and explode to the newness of life. Spread around.
Okay, so maybe things were going a little further than he’d intended. He hadn’t expected to see a goddamn manifesto shoved into his locker, like everyone else’s. Dia hadn’t thought the boy capable of such lengthy expressions of self. His role as a sheep in the flock had designated him with a very precise measure of intelligence. His ability to coherently form such grandiose logical leaps was astonishing really. Magnificent was his conviction that he was thoroughly screwed by his own societal position, that he was wrongly convicted by the merciless force that was the establishment of life.
And maybe Dia was whistling when the shots rang out. Part of the lucky few that survived such an angry, hateful event.
Hateful – arousing, deserving of, or filled with hatred, very unpleasant.
Everyone knows that this month is focused on love, however this task is not. After all love and hate are very nearly the same thing. For this one shot, select one character of yours and write about the most hateful action they have done. This doesn’t mean the most evil, because even evil intentions could be done for necessity, but the most hateful action. Big or small, describe it in at least five hundred words.
Other than that you have free reign over the direction of the actual one shot. Also remember to meet the requirements that all theses tasks have please look at this post (x).
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