I'm so sorry for no intro on the last one, life's been a little hectic lately but I still hope your enjoying and divulging in these creeps as things start to get more interesting
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Black ooze fell into small puddles of blood at his feet as the broken glass tore into his flesh. His finger-tips dug into his silvery roots, giving a frustrated tug. God he hated how she got under his skin. He hated she had the bliss of never knowing the truth. He hated everything about the girl who knew nothing about him. The way she looked like a deer caught in headlights made his predatory ways ignite, wanting to devour her whole like he had done to so many others. He let a frustrated yell escape his quivering lips, what had he become?
Another shattering echo rang through the empty chamber as porcelain kissed tile, a laugh soon to follow. He knew the answer to his own empty questions, He was a monster. He was cold, lifeless, and utterly gone. Gone from whatever humanity had even been upon his soul at birth, tho depending on who you ask, even then his humanity was much to be desired.
Taking a shard of glass between his fingers, he rubbed the cracked and jagged edge, a doll phantom pain echoed through his body. His index finger now slip, yet his stoic expression stay the same. Pain wasn't prevalent, not anymore.
Distracted, he paid no attention to the footsteps that drew closer and the set of eyes peering at him.
"Didn't your mother ever teach you not to play with your food, Nephew?", A sharp voice spoke from the left. He knew from the smell who it was before she even spoke, he just didn't care for the company that came with it.
"Ah, Nemira, what an unpleasant surprise.", His voice bellowed out with haste earning a scoff from the woman in front of him. A shudder overcame his body, her scent almost strong enough to gag on. His grip on the glass buried in his palm couldn't even break his focus. He couldn't believe the nerve she had showing up unannounced, but as time drew closer, it was no shock the rats were coming out of the woodworks.
"Ah is that any way to talk to your Auntie, Nephew?", Her words rolled off as to an insult, Nobody ever cared enough anymore to see him unless they wanted something from him. Suspecting none less from this little visit.
"What do you want? Spit it out already, I don't have time for your games Nemira.", Lucien's tone spoke to what he felt inside, angered and a shadow of sadness that he wouldn't dare let himself admit to. "Oh Lucien somethings never change, Such a brooding man you've become. It's rather unflattering. No wonder you let your next meal escape. Tragic..", Her words hit with a sting and before he could pull himself back, his hand wrapped tightly around her throat. Marble fell around them as her head cracked into the marble, his nails imbedded in her freezing cold skin. Rage filled every ounce of his being and he couldn't help himself.
"You foolish boy, you never did know when to stop.", A smaller set of hands pushed him away with ease, sending him flinging through the glass table that was once part of the décor. Dark liquid oozed from every inch of his back, yet it did not stop him. He sprang up, nails grazing her cold dead complexion, earning a smirk from the woman. As if it were a threat. He still couldn't care, the pain was fueling every once of what was in him. A set of daggered nails ripped through the stone, missing his face by an inch. Frustration rang through his body, pushing her a side before taking a seat on the black leather lounger.
"Are you done throwing you're god awful tantrum? or are you still going to act like the pathetic child you have always been Lucien?" Her question hit him as he watched her hold onto her bleeding arm, "I knew from the moment your mother changed you, you would never fully change. After 500 years, you still act like the reckless child you were then."
He scoffed, ignoring every word that left her lips. "Your mother would be absolutely disappointed in you, Lucien. You were supposed the mighty successor your mother raised you to be, yet, you haven spoken to the council for years now. The sacrifices she made for you, and here you are acting like a spoiled child you've always been. You are a disgrace on our families name.", He words dripped in venom and he had enough.
"You know what? I never asked to be here. I never wanted any of this. I never asked her to sacrifice anything for me. And I sure as hell never asked you to come here and tell me what I already fucking know. Get out! And don't think of coming back till her birthday comes and ill show you just how much of a disgrace I can be.", His words filled with threat rolled of his tongue.
She drew closer till she stood before him, her spidery fingers placed upon his chin. A firm grip yanked his head up to meet her eyes as she spoke, "For your sake, I hope you know what your doing. Because I can't promise when you need us the most, we will catch you if you fall. You poor stupid boy, one day you'll learn who your real enemies are and grow up. You play the lone wolf for so long, you become just that.", Her appendages left the sides of his face with a soft rake, drawing little red lines to the surface.
"Just remember boy, you have a single moon cycle before its to late, don't let your mothers sacrifice go in vain. All we need is her blood and we will finally be freed. Don't fuck this one up, or it will be your head boy. Goodbye Lucien, maybe someday you'll see this is all for the greater good."
Her word rang through his head like a ghost, long after she had disappeared back out to the night. He knew what he had to do, and then, maybe it would finally end.
Maybe, sooner then later, he will finally have peace from it all,
Silence.
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Okay, so kind of a filler chapter for character development reasons. I am super sorry for how long this has taken me, I was dealing with school stuff and its the only thing I've been able to focus on but we are finally on break and I'm hopefully about to graduate. Hopefully yall like it and ill see you next chapter!
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Horror******On Hold****** Depression? Check. Anxiety? Check. Losing the will to live? .... All stupid questions on the questionnaire Luna was forced to fill out as she sat in a chair built for a five year old and sighed to herself, "If they only knew..." ...