Keeping the Devil Sane (Rachel&Octavian)

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*Death, characters are 18 and 26, creepiness*


You were just a child; You were just a bead of innocence in a world so full of darkness; You were the sunlight that shone through the boarded up windows; You were the angel that kept the demon sane.

That was until you found yourself at the wrong place and in the wrong time.

That night the wind was howling and the glow of the street lamps flickered sporadically. Clouds ghosted over the bright, white moon, causing for black, twisted shadows to roam about, following and intimidating the passerbyers on the street. Drops of clear, cold wetness dropped from the sky, footsteps becoming loud and sloshy against the loosened gravel pathways. It clung to your oversized clothes and your coppery red hair, that was currently whipping around your face due to coming undone from its ponytail. Your shoes were drenched, squeaking against the ground like mice about to be slaughtered.

You looked so uncomfortable and yet still so beautiful. Your pale skin stood out against the pitch-black and those red lips, slightly smudged, just screamed to be kissed, to be devoured, to be shut tightly, preventing those sounds that were music to the ears. You were ravishing; a snatch-worthy, put in a glass trophy case to gaze at kind of ravishing.

Everything in my body radiated excitation as my speed quickened to yours. My heart screamed out to take you. My hands etched to curl around that delicately thin throat and squeeze. My eyes wanted to bore into your pretty green ones as my hands felt the last of your vibrations come to a complete stop.

Sliding in the rain, I found myself in front of you and in a mindless act, you were laying on the ground, exactly as I envisioned it. My leather-gloved hands snatched at your throat as underneath me, your body shook and spasmed. Heavy, raspy breaths escaped those plump, red lips as they were met with cracked ones. You gasped in shock as teeth sank into your lips, drawing blood that was then spread over your face before i brought a finger to my lips, savouring the coppery, salty goodness. A groan escaped from my lips as my teeth slid against your neck, piercing a vein that gushed out more of the delighted liquid.y body tightened in bliss as my tongue lapped it up.

Your eyes, those pretty vibrant green eyes, slowly started to dim. My lips placed bloody kisses over your eyelids and the hands on your throat tightened it's hold. The rest of my body slid up and down yours, ramming you into the ground, as chocking, breathlessness escaped from those red lips one last time while your eyelids closed over those pretty green orbs that represented not nature but fear. My lips savoured yours just a little longer before I got to my feet. My hands grabbed at your ankles as I pulled you away from the open streets, planning on keeping you for as long as possible.

After all, you were the angel that was keeping the devil sane.

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Someone take my tik tok off of me pleeeeease. I have no idea what this is or why this is what I absentmindedly wrote after watching pov tik toks.

So uh, this is Rachel and Octavian..... I dunno why but that's just how it went.

I literally was just writing, not even knowing what I was typing before stopping at 200 words to read it.

I'm
Scared
Guys
Like
I'm
What

Is this okay? Are you guys okay? I'm hoping my warnings at the beginning were enough for you to recognise what was going to happen without spoilering.

Also, in PJO I always figured Octavian was older than all the others by a few years so that's why he's older than Rachel.

This coronavirus isolation is driving me a lil insane guys. My mental health is wack and all my family is home (I don't have the best relationships with any of them) so there's been a lot of tension around the joint.

Also, even though my uni is online, I'm supposed to be doing my filmmaker part of it at home and like, as I have a big family, we're always noisy so it's hard to film anything tbh. I'm also just not comfortable with filming at home either. My editing is also required still and oops, I don't have a computer that is good enough to run the programs hahaha.

It's good friday today and i did grow up Christian so it's still a big day I guess. I'm not a part of any religious communities anymore and thats why I guess was added on the end of the sentence ooft. But like I hope you guys have a good Easter with the Easter bunny And eggs. I hope that those who do go to church and all that find a way to do their part with all this covid 19 around.

Lastly, it is 2.39am and my headaches have ce back these last few days. I have strict schedules still to follow (big family, strict parents kinda thing) even if I'm 19 so of I don't sleep now, when I wake at 8am, imma be Hella tired

I hope you guys don't enjoy this Oneshot because that means that you're all uh.... Bill Cipher, jack the ripper weird ....

Night guys.

And oooh you can recommend me stuff to write. I work so much better that way tbh and I'm still frequently updating my PJO textbook too. It's getting a new cover soon and I'm excited to show it to you all

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