/He walks through the gates of Whiterun with only some pants he stole from one the bandits he…Well downright ripped apart. He surprised the guards even let him in with the way he looked, only some partially ripped up pants and blood splattered all over himself. Though I guess his excuse of “business for the Companions” was good enough. He really should have jumped into a stream or something before he came back. He let’s out sigh as people passing look at him strangely. He couldn’t believe he lost control all because of some dumb thoughts about her. He continues down the path to his and Dominic’s shared home./
Wheatley sat under a tree in silence. He needed to get away from Aperture for a little. Lately, he had been having nightmares. He thought that a little time away would help him relax. He had found a tree where he could rest. He woke up to the sound of thunder. Rain had begun to pour down from the dark gray clouds. He walked out from under the tree and looked up. Lightning danced across the gray sky, followed by a loud roll of thunder. Fog had rolled in, making it hard to see. He couldn’t figure out which way he had come from. He began to shiver. The sky had grown darker, and when he looked around, he couldn’t see anything. He was soaked, cold, and lonely. “H-Hello? A-Anyone?” He called out, hoping someone would hear.
He seemed much like any other London student, or perhaps a professor. One could not tell what with his height. He was dressed in his usual clothing; a simple black suit and red tie, gold-rimmed spectacles resting on his nose. His pallid green hair, shoulder length at this point in his life, tied up so as to keep it out of his eyes while he worked. To anyone else, the pale skinned young man seemed perfectly normal. A little reserved and quiet, but still normal. This, however, was not the case. He was far from normal. Not even close. But all in good time.
It had been routine day for the young professor. Students eager to learn more about the wonders set up his sleeve. He had been walking home that evening, tired and needing sleep. He usually took the back roads, the dark alleyways no one dared go by. It was safer, for him and for many others. But today, someone walked with him. A good twenty feet behind, mind you. But still close enough to smell them. Well,rather their soul. Pure, innocent. Young. Almost too much to resist. The wind wasn’t exactly helping his case either. How long had he gone without the taste of pure human soul? He didn’t know. Three thousand? Four thousand? Was he even keeping count? His breath hitched in his throat for a few moments, but he steadied it, not wanting to intimidate his unexpected compay. No one liked a stressed meal… What was he saying? How could he even think it? An innocent soul was a meal fit for kings… But he’d had a clean record for thousands of years.
Fuck his record.
He punched the wall of the brick building next to him, mainly to steady himself. He grinned and licked his lips. How wonderful she would taste… The twinge of pain that accompanied the claws and fangs came and went. He turned around slowly to face his first meal in thousands of years…
Dark Devin...her own body?
Devin stood there…silently thinking to herself. She suddenly gripped her head, thinking Dark Devin was taking over. When suddenly her body glowed and a separate body appeared beside her.
“Well….this is different…” Dark Devin said looking around before looking straight at her host. She then started to laugh because of the look on Devin’s face.
m!a: Half Demon
Inky black eyes stared back from the reflection in the mirror. He was different now, something more than simply human. The human in him had heard a name that came coupled with the feeling that swirled in him. This thing that was part of him was called a Yosuzume. It was said that to be possessed by one was bad luck. That belief had turned out to be true. The boy’s personal luck seemed to have failed him, and for the time being, Kaneda was nowhere to be found. “Chichichi… I should go out tonight. Maybe somebody’ll be wandering around..”
Feli has been having nightmares about his Grandpa Rome.
Feli woke up his nap the third time today from this nightmare. He only saw Rome like he last seen him…. In the shadows of the night with monster, no not monster, Devil like eyes staring into Feli’s soul. When will these nightmares stop? Will they ever stop?
GLaDE curled up in a small corner of her chamber. Her head hurt and she was afraid. Everything was horrifying; the facility she saw now was dark, filled with monsters and creatures like the ones you only hear of in horror stories. They were after her, trying to get her..
She cried out for help, only wishing someone would make the creatures she saw go away.