One Shots and Tater tots

Wicked Hearts

Step

Behind my rather heavy mask, I huffed at the tall man in front of me. A bit too tall to be him, really.

Spin

Passed into the arms of another, I glanced behind me. No sign of him. I sidestepped. This one was on the burly side, anyways.

Dip

Taking a deep breath, I fell back into the strong arms of yet another. I smirked at myself, because I knew it was him even before I opened my eyes. My eyes met with his for only a moment before I was swept away to the next dancer, but I could tell he recognized me too. I could see the awe in his eyes. Wait, that's a bit irresponsible of me, isn't it? To say there was awe in his eyes would imply that he had some sort of respect for me, but I'm afraid that's a bit misleading. No that's definitely not it. What I saw in his green depths was shock, and most of all...

Fear

Haha, just kidding.

It was the same coy glow that I had trusted long ago.

Not anymore, jerk. May you always have slightly damp socks.

Have you ever heard that one saying about how 'the eyes are the windows to soul'? Did you think of it literally? Of course not, if you did you're probably an idiot, how would you actually be able to tell what people are really thinking?. That is, unless you're like me. As I was whipped to the side of a some guy and his gelled blonde hair faded out of view, I chuckled quietly to myself. Oh, sweet revenge.

See, I'm not human, at least, not anymore. I always thought I had my whole life ahead of me. I would get out of school, get married to a boring man, have kids, use my education and eventually I'd make my own dent in the world as a powerful woman who would strike fear into the hearts of men. Sure, call me cruel, but it sounded like the perfect use of existence to me.

However, my life was thrown off course when I met him. I'll always resent the day I began to believe love was the missing piece in my story. I wasn't 'in love'. He wasn't my future sweetheart. He was so much worse. When we met that night, in the field under the dull glow of the crescent moon, my life was stolen from me. My heart was stolen from me.

That night, I became a demon, a hollow shell of what I used to be.

...

Actually, now that I think about it, I wasn't really all too hollow, was I? It wasn't all bad, I mean I had what I wanted. I was mostly kidding about the whole 'striking fear into the hearts of men' thing, but it was actually pretty great. Of course, I took vengeance on women too, I'm not one of those people. And so, for years, I roamed around curing the wicked of their cruelty, whether by repentance or, well, homicide, it didn't matter. As a demon (that's what he said I was, and it has a nice ring to it), I could gaze into the shattered souls of the broken, into the dark shards of evil's heart. How else could I tell who deserved to be saved. Occasionally, I'd find others like me. Miserable folks who had either given up on life or were still trying to find a heart to steal. I bet you can guess who were the nicer of the two types. When I talked to them, they tried to discourage me, tried to tell me that it wasn't worth it to hurt people while trying to get my life back. LIttle did they know, I'm nothing like the others. I didn't want my heart back. Who needs one? Rhetorical question, really. If one more person asks me how my arms aren't blue from lack of oxygen, I'm going to rip their leg off, hit them with it, and ask why their face is red. A demon's purpose, to the others, is to hold out until you find a heart to take, but I find that a bit silly. Why become the monster that you hated in the first place? So, I devoted my weird demon-ness to helping out people like me. Girls and boys who were about to give their heart to someone like him.

Someone like Jack. ((A/N: spidicey))

Through bringing justice to the world, I felt that I had made up for my sin. I thought that by changing the fates of others, I would somehow make peace with my own.

Nope.

See, I haven't been entirely honest with you.

I didn't change that night.

I didn't kill him.

I didn't kill Jack.

And I've hated myself ever since.

When I heard of what he had done, all the hearts he had taken, I cried for all who had suffered for my mistake. I sobbed for all the hearts who now beat as one in his blood soaked hands.

I thought to myself with an angry, broken smile.

You've become quite the heartbreaker, haven't you.

...

And now, here I am. Right back where I started. Well, not the masquerade ball, but still pretty close. The music slowed, and I found myself back in his arms. In the silver glow of the dull crescent moon, his eyes shone with a smug glare, and I put on my best smile.

"I always knew you'd come back to me, Scarlett. I never stopped loving you, you know." he whispered softly.

I felt my foolish heart flicker. He sounded so kind, so sincere.

Exactly how he sounded that night.

I leaned in for the kiss, looking into his beautiful, sea green eyes.

And ripped out his heart.

Under the light of the same crescent moon as that night so long ago, the crippled hearts of our broken past found peace.

((A/N: Hey guys, it's been a while! Well, not really, I just haven't been posting. Recently, I got into like 20 fandoms and most of you know what it feels like to fall into that dark hole..

And break your legs. Anyways, this was the second prompt for a book called Writing Wars by @narwhalsarelife and you should read it and vote and stuff because yea #spon.

Hope you liked it, my weird writing style, dark thoughts and all!

-Inky))