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This is a short story that I wrote. Its dark. It does reference suicide early on. It talks about evil and the supernatural so be warned.
“My mother committed suicide,” Claudia told Dr. Sykes dryly. She kept her face blank, like always. Nothing the therapist could latch on to or exploit. “She did it because she would rather die than raise a daughter like me.”
Claudia had always been Dr. Sykes most… peculiar client. She didn’t come with the usual problems that plagued other schoolgirls her age. There were no body issues, boy troubles, too much pressure to succeed from family, or a desire to improve her popularity at school. Nor did she seem to have any narcissistic tendencies like Sykes thought she would. Claudia was cold, seemingly indifferent to all the troubles that had wreaked havoc on her life but more than willing to discuss them as one talked about the weather.
Dr. Sykes resisted to write the word sociopath on her notepad again. She was a thin, middle-aged blond woman with a big nose and a haircut that reminded people of Tinkerbell. “Why do you think that’s true?”
Her patient raised one of her perfectly sculpted eyebrows at the question. It would be an understatement to say that Claudia Valencia was a pretty girl. She had an otherworldly beauty that would’ve been odd on any woman, let alone a girl of fourteen. Her ink-black hair was a mess of endless curls that framed eyes such a deep brown they were easily mistaken for black. She had high cheeks bones, scarlet lips, and her amber skin was flawless and blemish-free as if the teen hadn’t ever so much as had a pimple.
Which was probably true, Dr. Skyes thought. And when she did, she could swear she saw a flicker of a smile on Claudia’s sweet face.
“I don’t think it’s true. I know it is,” Claudia finally answered.
“Uh-huh,” The older woman said. Dr. Sykes had been Claudia’s therapist for two years. She probably knew more about the younger girl than anyone else. “Why do you know it’s true? And what do you mean: a daughter like you?”
Claudia smiled pleasantly. The answer was the same for both questions. Evil, Claudia thought. She was born evil. She had always known it. Claudia was born with black blood, literally pumping through her veins. The first time she was placed in a crib, Claudia had set fire to the entire room. When Claudia was little, she’d walked the earth with two shadows. One belonged to her. The other did not.
Her mother didn’t mind at first, even when little Claudia had started speaking to it. She wrote it off as a child talking to an imaginary friend. It wasn’t until she finally heard the shadow talk back did she finally have enough. Her mom’s death was the last time Claudia saw her second shadow. Her father’s shadow.
“My mother was a good woman,” Claudia said. “A kind, loving woman. And a fool.” She sighed as she remembered her mother. “She loved fairy tales. She loved books and shows about magic, love, and good, always triumphing over evil. They blinded her of how dangerous such things really are, how dangerous my father was. The reality set in after I was born. I wasn’t the daughter she expected me to be. I could never be the daughter she always wanted. Still, she tried to love me as best she could.”
Dr. Sykes nodded and took more notes. “And do you think she loved you?”
“As best she could,” Claudia repeated.
“And your father?” Dr. Sykes. “Did he want you? In our past sessions, you hardly ever spoke of him. I wish to address him now because, as you have stated, this will be our last session.”
Claudia paused to contemplate what to say, how best to give an answer that wouldn’t end with Sykes accusing her of being the anti-Christ. The situation happened with her last therapist. It was an unpleasant experience. “My father is a cold man, a harsh man. Cruel, even. He demands perfection out of everything and everyone in his life. He despises weakness and stupidity. He firmly believes love isn’t freely given. It’s earned.” It was, Claudia was willing to bet, the kindest words anyone had ever said about her father. “I am exactly the daughter my father always wanted.”
She’d be dead if she wasn’t. I had sisters, Claudia wanted to scream. A dozen, maybe, if she remembered right, give or take one or two. They spanned back centuries. Most of them hadn’t made it past infancy. Too human for Daddy Dearest to even bother with. The rest dead before or by their fifteenth birthday. Too weak, her father had said, to do what was expected of them. However, even though this would be their last meeting, there were some things Claudia couldn’t bring herself to reveal.
“So, he loves you?”
At the question, Claudia’s face turned thoughtful. “My father is capable of many things, but I had always wondered if the ability to love is one of them. He is fond of me.” No daughter of his had ever lived as long as she had. Only sons. And even then, only pure sons. Never a half-breed like her. No daughter of his had ever come so close to completing the Blood Rites, not that her father knew that yet. Countless of her brothers had tried and died in their attempts to complete the Blood Rites. Or had been killed for their attempts. “He is proud of me.”
Dr. Sykes straightened up in his seat, “You’ve had contact. The last time we spoke about your dad, you swore you’d never speak to him again.” This was growth, the woman thought.
“I haven’t seen or spoken to him since I was seven-years-old,” Claudia said. The shadows told her everything she wanted to know. They were how Claudia knew she was running out of time. They could travel to places she dared not tread. It was how she knew her father still looked for her and that he was getting close to finding her.
He had been searching for Claudia for most of her life. It had taken five years, and having a child for her mother to admit that the man she loved was, literally, pure evil. Once she had, her mother had taken her and ran. It was the smartest thing she had ever done.
“He doesn’t know where I am,” Claudia whispered. She always preferred to limit any mention of her father. Speak of the devil and all that. “I don’t want him to know. Not yet, at least.” The very thought of her father finding her before Claudia could finish the rites made her entire body tremble.
Dr. Sykes mistook the emotion for another one entirely. “Do you miss him?”
“Sometimes,” Claudia admitted. She just feared him more. Claudia was terrified of what he would do to the people she loved; her family, her friends. Not could do, not might do; would do. “He was a good dad from what I remember. He always made time to play with me; tea parties, princesses, superheroes.”
“Why don’t you invite him to your birthday?” Dr. Sykes suggested a smile lit up her face. “You’ve talked about it for months. It’s a big day for you. It would be a good time to work out any lingering… issues.”
Claudia sighed. Dr. Sykes still thought she had abandonment issues. She did not have abandonment issues. She had ‘if father finds out I’m doing the Blood Rites in an attempt to declare emancipate myself from his control once and for all, he’ll have everyone I’ve ever known and loved slaughtered in front of me before killing me himself’ issues. “The timing wouldn’t work.”
“It’s a week away,” Dr. Sykes stated. “Is your father overseas?”
“Practically in another world,” Claudia smirked. “Besides, he’s my father. He doesn’t need an invitation. He’s had this birthday marked on his calendar for years.”
Dr. Sykes gave her an understanding look. “My mom was deployed a lot when I was young. Maybe he’ll make it in time.”
“He will,” Claudia said, a coldness went down her spine. “Fifteen is a special age to turn in my family.”
“Yes, a traditional celebration for young Hispanic girls,” Dr. Sykes remembered. “Your Quinceanera.”
Claudia smiled. “My mother used to dream about how’d mine would be. A big puffy dress, going from flats to heels.
“What was your mother’s name?” Dr. Sykes asked. She had finally caved to two years of building curiosity about the young girl’s family. It was her last chance, after all
“Rosemary,” Claudia answered with a soft smile on her face. “My father found it amusing.”
Dr. Sykes leaned forward, hand on her chin. “Why?”
“People call him the devil,” Claudia answered. “He isn’t, of course. My father isn’t old enough, my grandfather maybe. That old man is where Christianity got their idea of what the devil looks like.”
“What?” Dr. Sykes drew back as if bitten.
Claudia carried on as if nothing happened. “It’s absurd, of course.”
Dr. Sykes breathed a sigh of relief and ran a hand through her blond hair. Her sleeve caught her attention. That was when she realized she wasn’t in her regular work clothes, a well-fitted power suit, but her pajamas. “Of course…” She said, blinking in confusion. Why was she wearing her pajamas?
“Lucifer was cast down from the heavens,” Claudia added. Evil, yes. Bringer of darkness, yes. But he is no more of a demon than you. Why in all of time and space would he look like one? Or choose to look like the very incarnation of evil. Even my father doesn’t walk around all black-eyed with his horns showing, and he’s very proud of his heritage. It’s tasteless. Though these days, with all that’s going on in the world, some people might actually welcome the apocalypse. Nevertheless, evil is meant to be tempting. Evil seduces.”
Dr. Sykes barely paid attention to what Claudia had said as too preoccupied with assessing the odd situation she slowly realized she was in. It was like her mind was cloudy, but she was starting to pick out various clues that screamed something was wrong. For starters, she never worked after six, and the view from her window said it was night outside, well after office hours. They were in her bedroom, not her work office, where she only dealt with patients. Her home address was confidential, and she wasn’t listed anywhere. Furthermore, how had Claudia gotten into her house? Why? And why hadn’t she questioned anything until now?
.
Claudia waited patiently as Dr. Sykes struggled to regain her memory of the last hour. It was the least could do, she knew. Dr. Sykes had been a big help to her in the last couple of years. She was fun, easy to talk to, caring. Odd as it might be, Claudia would miss her.
Panic started to fill the woman. She remembered feeling like she was being watched all night. She remembered red glowing eyes peering down at her from a shadowy corner on her ceiling. Dr. Sykes remembered thinking it was just a dream, her imagination. She remembered getting out of her bed for a drink of water. She had stepped into the darkness of the hallway, and then there had been a pain—blinding pain, and then nothing.
“Ahh, there you go,” Claudia said. “Was that really that hard?”
Dr. Sykes let out a shuddered breath and brought up her terror-filled eyes to meet Claudia’s. “Did you… Am I…” She asked, but the question she wanted to ask didn’t leave her lips. Instead, the doctor asked, “Why is this our last session?”
“Because I killed you,” Claudia sighed. “And spirits can only stay earthbound for so long.”
Dr. Sykes's mouth dropped. “No! You didn’t! I’m not! I can’t be!”
Claudia stood up and brushed off the imaginary dirt of her clothes. She was small, dainty, even, and dressed in a dark blue and green school uniform.
As if she was an innocent little girl, Sykes thought bitterly.
“You’ve been floating above your chair for the last half hour,” Claudia put a manicured hand on her hip. “As smart as you are, as you were, I figured you would’ve realized long before now.”
Condescending little bitch, Dr. Sykes thought viciously. Murdering little demon!
Claudia grinned, red-stained lips spread from ear to ear. “I made it quick, nearly painless. But death is never easy. And I’d watch yourself. Your soul is in this little demon’s hands.” Dr. Sykes’ eyes widened in surprise. “No, I can’t read minds. You’re a ghost, chica—a soul. Souls tell everything. You’ve been talking out loud this entire time.”
It went quiet. Dr. Sykes was too busy coming to terms with her life being over to talk, and Claudia had decided to be generous enough to allow that.
“Are you taking me to hell?” Dr. Sykes finally asked.
Claudia waited to answer. She eyed Dr. Sykes over as she grew more and more afraid of what the answer would be. She loved fear. The feelings of other people’s fears always warmed her right down to her toes. “No, You’ll face your judgment like any other,” Claudia told her. “I only needed your life.”
“Oh? Only my life,” Dr. Sykes said sarcastically. “Well, in that case.”
Claudia laughed, “You always were funny,” She said as she walked to the door, easily stepping over the body in the middle of the room. “I really did like you.”
“Do you kill everyone you like?”
“Some of them,” The girl shrugged. “Usually, just the ones that get in my way. Your death put me just over four dozen. I only killed you because you were born under a full blood moon. That’s harder to find than you think. It was a lucky break that you told me when your birthday during our last session. I already knew the year you were born. After that, it was easy to figure out where you fell on the lunar cycle. I’ll send flowers to your funeral. You liked Madonna lilies, right?”
“I preferred golden rayed lilies,” Dr. Sykes answered drily.
“Oh yeah!” The girl nodded. “I’ll remember that. Goodbye, Dr. Sykes. I hope you make it into heaven. If not, well… I’ll see if I can put a good word for you in hell.” And with that, she was done. Claudia was about to walk out the door when she was called to stop.
“Wait!” Sykes called. “Why do this? Why kill so many people?”
Claudia paused in the doorway and looked over her shoulder. Her face looked far too angelic for all the evil she had done as far as Sykes was concerned. “Because daddy is going to make an uninvited appearance at my Quince. And I have to be ready for him,” She said. “You think you’re afraid of hell. Trying showing up as a demon with a soul.”
So, today is day 1 of The Twelve Days of Appreciating Creators. Of course, you should appreciate creators year round, but here’s my day 1.
(All of these were found because of something miraculous related, which is why it’s on here and not my other blog @posie-pop )
Day 1: @unmaskedagain
They write really good (usually salty) Miraculous Oneshots.
I’ve never felt as inspired to write as I do after reading your stories. I don’t know you personally @unmaskedagain but when I read your stories it’s almost like I do. Because I think when a writer writes something, a little piece of them always shows up in some way.
Here are some of my favorites oneshots:
Okay; first off. I hated this. I had a massive case of writer’s block while doing it and lost inspiration near the end. Oh Lady Luck (How I
This is based off a prompt I came across. It’s a one-shot. @virgil-is-a-cutie and @thyladyanput. Hope you two like lit. The pieces were sc
So in this fic,. If you’ve seen Crazy Rich Asians, you’ll know why as the fic goes on. Also, I totally ripped a few lines from Gi
I honestly love all of their fics but these are just a few of my top ones.
I guess that’s it. Even if @unmaskedagain doesn’t actually see this, if anyone sees this, check them out! As I’ve said 100 times and I’ll say 100 more, they are an amazing writer and I highly suggest checking out their content, especially if you like salt.
Hi. I love your works. Anything to do with game of throne or aquaman. I have a prompt: Jon runs away before his wedding wanting his freedom more than anything. His bethrothed husband-to-be hunts him down. Any pairing. Please and thank you.
They had been betrothed since shortly after Jon’s birth.Their father, who had been expecting an Alpha daughter, a Visenya to match his Aegon and Rhaenys, had been disappointed with the Omega son that Lyanna Stark had died to give him. But the prophecy called for three and three he had so, despite the protests of his wife and Lord Stark, a betrothal between Jon and Aegon was struck.Lord Stark returned to Winterfell with Jon, choosing to raise the boy in the ancestral home of his mother’s family, to teach him honor that the Lord of Winterfell felt being raised in King’s Landing would not afford him. And, as such, Jon and Aegon never met. Naturally letters were exchanged and gifts sent but the brothers did not truly know one another.And when, seventeen years later, it came time for the wedding to take place, Jon, who had never uttered a single word against the betrothal or marrying Aegon, took everyone completely by surprise when his royal kin arrived in Winterfell for the wedding ceremony.He ran.
The North erupted into something akin to panic as search parties were called to find the wayward prince.Aegon alone had the sense to not believe Lord Stark’s children when they claimed to have no knowledge of where their cousin had gone. It took weeks to convince them, especially Sansa who was overly protective of her Omega cousin, that he genuinely cared about Jon and wanted their marriage to be true and about more than just their father’s cryptic and insane prophecy.But once he had convinced them, Robb Stark led him to a hidden waterfall, far beyond where the search parties had gone and, surprising the Heir of Dragonstone, wished him luck before riding back the way they had come.Aegon had hesitated a moment before ordering Ser Jaime, who had refused to let him go alone, to remain behind while he spoke with his runaway betrothed.He found Jon in a small hunting camp, gutting a stag he had likely hunted himself, and before he could announce his presence a deep, threatening growl filled the air.Aegon froze immediately and turned his head in the direction of the growling, watching as Jon’s massive direwolf, white as the light snow that blanketed the ground with that eerie blood red gaze, emerged from where it had been laying behind Jon’s tent.Jon turned at the sound as well and he frowned before calling the wolf off as he set aside his knife, tossing a chunk of raw meat to the wolf.“Is our father with you,” Jon asked warily and Aegon shook his head.“Ser Jaime is a ways back down the path, but I…I just wanted to see you…speak with you. Just us.”Jon’s frown deepened.“Why?”“Do you truly not want to marry me?”Jon blinked at the question and Aegon could have kicked himself for not thinking before speaking.“I just…” Aegon shook his head. “We’ve spent our entire lives knowing we would marry and I just…I can’t help but think I’ve done something and now you…”“I don’t know you.”It was Aegon’s turn to blink.“What?”“I. Don’t. Know. You.” Jon said the words slowly, carefully, like he would if speaking to little Rickon. “Seventeen years and the first time we met was in the courtyard of Winterfell. Seventeen years and nothing but letters and trinkets and…and empty words that mean nothing.” He looked away from Aegon to the waterfall, watching the water cascade over the cliffs. “How am I supposed to marry you when I don’t know you?”Aegon drew a deep breath and took a small step forward.“I know you,” the elder prince said softly. “I know you prefer actions over words. That you will fight for others without a thought to yourself and I know because of that the people of the North love you, deeply, fiercely, and that the people of the rest of Westeros will love you just the same when they see the man I know you to be. A good man. Honorable and just and kind.”Aegon walked to Jon, taking his brother’s hand, not caring about the blood. Holding it tightly and lacing their fingers together.“I want to marry you because I know together we can make Westeros a better place. For everyone. High and low born.” Aegon smiled softly, watching as a small, barely there smile graced Jon’s face. “We may never have a love that singers wrote poetry or stories of but we can have a love that’s ours. Someone else may have decided we were to wed but our marriage will be ours, Jon. Ours.”Jon’s smile grew, just a little, but it gave Aegon hope.He had more hope when Jon agreed to return to Winterfell with him. They still had a long road ahead of them but, Aegon thought, at least they would walk it together.
Okay, so it was a fic that I read along time ago, it was something like Marinette and superman (or superboy, I don’t remember) are meeting Batman and I think he sneaks up on Marinette in her ladybug suit and pushes him off the roof. Do you think you could find it?
Ladybug In ... by @unmaskedagain
Ladybug in Smallville Pt. 1
Ladybug in Gotham (And Space) Pt. 2 this is the specific part you’re looking for
