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Ok, I'm not really good with Plots and writing so I'm making this as I go...Oh the song inspiration was Clowns by T.A.T.U. ...Remember this is coming from a 13 year old girl who has been known to write badly or so I think I do and this is not from my perspective it's from a boy's! PLEASE DON'T STEAL! ideas or the story
any who let the story begin!!!
Current Chapter: 6 Indigo!
P.S. This is on my Deviant Art and Fiction Press accounts too so I didn't steal it from myself!
P.P.S. Color is sometimes screwy so I MAY take that off if it gives me more problems.
P.P.P.S.I am (I can't believe this)PLOTTING the story so yeah this is all you get...its a lot more than my DA account has.BE HAPPY!
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Chapter 1
I never thought I would be attending my little sister's funeral. Rosie was always distant and usually never tried to make friends with anyone. You could call her a 7 year old goth.
She would always carry around a doll, or puppet if you prefer. No one would be allowed to touch the doll it was like her twin sister. Whatever my sister wore, somehow, the doll would always have the same exact clothes.
The strangest thing about being at her funeral was that she had left a note saying that she would like it very much if I, Ozwald Merwing (Ozzie for short), would keep her doll safe. A definitely odd request.
Now as I stared at her grave with her spidery name engraved onto it I thought of her. Rosemary Ellie Merwing. I thought of how she looked. Velvety violet eyes, long jet black hair, pale chalky skin, thin yet full pink lips and that crescent moon scar near her heart. Then I looked down at my hands, they held the doll my sister adored and had made so similar to herself. She had not dressed the doll for the funeral. Neither had anyone, they all thought of it as a ghastly thing and never would touch it. But it had the same black dress that my sisters corpse was wearing. Who dressed the doll? I thought but dared not to say a word of it for it was not the time and no one cared for the dreaded doll.
At last her coffin was lowered and then was filled quickly with dirt. I went over and set her favorite flowers out, violet roses. The same color of her eyes but the roses seemed dull compared to her eyes.
I looked once more at the doll and saw how their eyes were the exact same hue. I knew I WOULD keep the doll so Rosie would never leave me. As soon as I had declared this the clouds gave away to the thick and heavy rain.
For 5 seconds as I stared at the dolls eyes they twinkled as though Rosie was being transferred into the doll's body rather than being sent to wherever her soul would be sent.
Chapter 2
I lie in my bed staring intently into those big, glass eyes. I shuddered and lay the doll down carefully. I thought briefly of how Rosie died.
She'd been at school, girls had taken the doll because they weren't to accepting.
They liked to tease and mock her, she of course would say nothing but look at them and soon the girls would feel very uncomfortable and squirm as though her gaze would burn them.
She had went back into the school searching for her companion. When she found the girls with her beloved doll she had actually spoken to them and said they would be very sorry if they did not give her the doll or if they had damaged it. They began taunting her with it. One of them ,Suzann, got the idea of sticking pins into the doll to torture my dear sister. They had found pins and began pushing them in. The doll was practically a voodoo doll and as soon as that first pin went in the girls had said Rosie had given a shrill cry and that blood was flowing where they had put the pin. They quickly took the pin out but the blood spilled out faster. They ran away but didn't tell a soul(except for me that is) what had happened. So Rosie died in the room while her blood ran from her scar.
She wasn't discovered until a teacher had noticed a large puddle coming out of a classroom. He had gone in to discover my sister ,lifeless, in a pool of her crimson blood. He ran screaming and soon others came and ran until someone had closed the area off until an inspector had surveyed the scene.
The girls had confessed to me because they knew I was horrified from seeing her there in her blood, eyes clouded into a fine purple fog. A dull purple it was, not her eyes violet, it was far from what her eyes were then.
After, one of them went mad and had started screaming about my sisters death and her accomplices. They had all been taken elsewhere. No one knows where they went, I don't think the inspectors even knew where they went.
"Ozzie...dinner" My mum had entered my room. She had dark bruised circles under her eyes, from her mourning and soft weeping, she had also gotten thinner from her lack of eating. She had been wearing black ever since Rosie died. I trotted down the stairs to my dinner and as soon as I sat down at the table it hit me. The doll was like a guardian to Rosemary. With the doll in someone else's hands would result in harm to the owner.
Chapter 3
This was the 8th quiet and lonely dinner. Usually me and my parents would be conversing. But with the tragic end of my sister they hadn't said a single peep besides 'dinner' or 'could you go and buy some more food/supplies.' They had become like vegetables, hardly speaking or moving.
Now as I climbed up the spiral staircase I wished so much that those girls would burn in the deepest of the fires that Hades' provides for his kingdom of eternal pain(Hell). I also wished Rosie would go to Heaven and not to the Nether World or the Neither World. She doesn't deserve to be in a place that those dreaded girls go or to a place were she is considered neither good nor bad.
Sweet fat teardrops began trickling down my cheeks and I longed to embrace my sister. I quickened my pace and soon was in my room. I closed the door softly and lay in my bed reaching for the doll. The doll was somehow warm and it wasn't a bad way to remember Rosie. It was like holding a very small version of her. My mind darkened and soon I was dreaming.
The dream was of Rosie. She was DANCING and SMILING so beautifully. She looked like an actual angel. She had waltzed up to me and began speaking with a Sweet and melodic tone. She'd said to never let go of her for the doll would deteriorate and soon any memory of even having a sister would would be gone with the wind.
A slight brush against my sopping cheek had awoken me from my dream. As soon as my vision cleared I had jumped away from my bed. The doll was no longer a doll but a person. Oh God, Oh God please tell me this is a nightmare and not reality! No please don't be like those stories where the doll is evil or possessed and try to kill everyone!
She sat there staring at me looking at her in terror. She got up from the bed and walked towards me and whispered, "I am no longer Rosemary's guardian I am yours now and will serve you until the very day you die." I finally found my voice but it was shaky,
"Wh-Why didn't y-you protect Rosie after the girls fled and le-left you two the-there?" The girl sat down next to me and sighed
"I can't protect her if I am not in her grasp or if she was not the last person to hold me and unfortunately the girls had left her too far away from me." We sat there for a while and finally I felt to tired to pursue any more questions. I drifted into sleep but felt her holding me and walking to my bed. She finally whispered "Sleep sweetly and I will keep you safe from danger for I am one of God's angels just as your sister is" She kissed my forehead and soon I was unconscious.
Chapter 4
When I awoke the girl was sleeping near the edge of my bed. I hoped that my mother did not check in on me this morning. I took my clothes and went and changed in my bathroom. When I came out the girl wasn't there. Please tell me she hasn't been found by my parents! I rushed down stairs nearly tripping on every step.
There she was with a different outfit...and suitcases. Had my parents let her live with us? I went up to my parents and asked "Mum, Dad who is the girl?"
"This is Azelea Ar blanc she's come to stay with us. And will live in Rosie's room." She turns to Azelea and asks her. "If you'd like I could change the room It's always scared people away"
"No I don't get easily scared and it just is kind of like my room but different." She flashes a brilliant smile to my mother that makes her smile. Now my mum turns to me.
"Could you please help her to Rosie's room and after could you tell her about you" We separated the luggage and went up the stairs and as soon as we had it all in the room she shuts the door and goes and sits on the bed. It's obvious she wants me to sit next to her.
"So you're Azelea, you actually have a real name, well I never knew since Rosie never talked. Well any who how old are you since you aren't Rosie's age but much older?What's your favorite color? You do know my name right, well it's Ozwa-I mean Ozzie any who tell me some things I would have never known about Rosie" I'd said it too fast and it seemed like I overwhelmed the poor thing. But she just plainly said.
"Well of course I have a name if Rosemary had been so close to me, then wouldn't you think she'd come up with a name for me and I'm 14 thank you very much. My favorite color is any shade of green except the dark shades. How about you tell me about yourself before I babble on about your sister." She wore a small silly grin that made me feel as though I loved her. I could even feel blood going to my cheeks. She saw this and began giggling. I have to keep my mind focused so I shook my head to clear my thoughts.
"Well you know I'm Ozzie, I'm 14 as well. And my favorite color is blue and of course if they aren't to dark. And well you know where my room is if you ever need to see me. Now that that is done tell me about my sister!" She was looking at me as though nothing in the world mattered as much as I do and that made me feel the pink come back. This time though she tried to stifle her giggle. Finally she cleared her throat and began.
"Well you know how she looks but is there anything in particular you'd like to know?" She tilts her head in a questionable gesture. I can still feel the warmth my cheeks have kept but it seems they glow even brighter. Another giggle escapes her and I have to look down so I don't flush a brighter shade of red.
"I always wanted to know what her personality was like, what she liked and disliked, any weird habits" I feel as though my eyes are of those of a child in a candy store. And it shows in Azelea's eyes that my look is what it is.
"Well she was rather quiet but she always was good at cracking jokes so she could be extremely loud, as for what she liked well it was what most girls liked except she never dared to touch a single thing that seemed like it belonged to a greedy grubby handed girl so that would fall under her dislikes but well she also dreaded school, lack of respect for her age, those girls who had killed her, A weird habit now hmm well she always enjoyed mixing all sorts of foods no matter how disgusting it seemed and she would always keep her nails trimmed neatly for she would bite them if she didn't. Is that enough or shall I say more?" She had said enough for me at the moment. I still had questions that kept nipping at me but I would have to fight them.
"Yes, I think that'll do for now I'll ask later if I get curious enough but I should probably let you unpack." And with that I stood up and waved a small goodbye to her and waltzed down to the kitchen so my stomach would stop growling.
Chapter 5
As soon as I laid my plate of eggs, sausage, and toast; Azelea came down. She grabbed herself a plate with the same contents and sat next to me.
"This is beyond delicious! I think it's one of the best breakfasts I've ever had!" She had said between bites. She smelled delightfully fruity but there was another smell mixed in. Something familiar yet not at the same time.I barely noticed me staring at her until she brought it up.
"Am I so intriguing? Or is something about me bothering you?" She had brought it up so suddenly that I had barely enough time to think of an excuse and just blurted out something I really didn't want to say.
"Uh, well, you see um I just think that you look lovely eating. No, not just eating really most of the time!" Oh God, why am I such an idiot!!! I could feel the my blood rising to my cheeks and amazingly she blushed quite harshly too.
"Well, thank you I never really thought of myself as an appealing person." She had said it so timidly and her cheeks gained more color as she said it. She was truly a sight to behold. Those violet eyes finally different from her expression from any moment before, an expression of indescribable innocence. She was trying to hide herself, shrink down so that I wouldn't be baffled by her beauty though it just added to it.
"I don't know why you'd think of yourself so poorly. You're being to modest." I tried to cool my cheeks down so that this conversation would be less embarrassing. She frowned and looked nothing like herself as she said,
"But you hardly know me you don't know my secrets, the dark ones, you should know even an angel has secrets she wishes to hide." Her malevolent gaze made me uneasy and the flush was gone in an instant. Now I wished I really hadn't brought this up. She soon stopped her hateful gaze and closed her eyes then opened them and began to eat again. I hadn't an appetite anymore, so I just left the table and walked up the stairs to my room.
Well of course angels had to kill to keep us from harm, but that isn't what they do now.It was a curious thing but if it was for the safety of humans than really it wasn't something to be that ashamed by. I sighed.
"Well, I've got a lot of digging to do to find out exactly what her secrets are." It was not a tone I would use to much for it wasn't necessary for it to come out often.
Chapter 6
Darkness.All that could be seen was the dark that surrounded me.
"HELP!SOMEBODY PLEASE HELP!AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"A cry broke the silence.The sound of something splintering followed.More silence settled in after that.
"Ahehehe" a cackle was made.I whirled around and reached for something but there was nothing.
CRAAAAACK
I gasped.A sharp pain bloomed in my back and I fell to the floor.Needles were on my left arm.They soon turned into spikes that ripped of skin.
"Ozzie?"A familiar voice spoke.I opened an eye and saw him there.He smiled and said "Freakin' Narcoleptic.Get up I need to talk to you."His friendly red eyes were looking at me expectantly.
"I've got no problem with that...So why do I have to sit up can't I just lie her?"He crossed his arms and said.
"Because you might fall asleep while I'm saying something.I won't know it until you don't answer."I don't fall asleep THAT often.I slowly propped myself up on my elbow then pushed myself up into a sitting position.
"Shut up Damios."He uncrossed his arms and sat on the floor criss-cross applesauce like.
"Well I noticed someone other than you,your mum,or your dad answer the door.So who is she?A girlfriend maybe?"He still had that smile on his face and his eyes were as jubilant as ever.
"You have to look at me like that.No she's not my girlfriend.She's just living here for a while."He just smiled and kept looking at me...What a weirdo.... "what do I have something on my face?"
"Yes"he replied.
"What and where is it?"I was growing impatient with his little game.
"Eye booger.On your cheek."He rocked back and forth whilst sitting the same way. Must he be so happy now?
"Well thank you for telling me, Do you enjoy acting like that?"I asked as I felt around for the minor inconvenience.
"Yes,and you haven't told me who she is!So come on teeeeeell me!"Damios started bouncing up and down like an impatient child.
"Ok,Ok don't wet yourself!Her names Azelea Ar Blanc!Happy now?"I glared at him while he nodded.More idiotic silence.
"Can we go get ice cream?"He asked abruptly."Or go feed birds or something like that???"He really enjoyed doing this while I was in my current crabby mood. Well better go clean myself up if he really means it.I sighed.
"Fine,whatever you want to do"I said.He got up and walked to the door.As soon as he opened the door I saw Azelea. Was she there he whole time?what did she hear?
"Uh, sorry I needed to um talk to you about something Ozzie."A pink was setting on her cheeks.
"Hi!!I'm Damios and I'm guessing you're Azelea!I'm right,right?I am, I know it!Do you wanna go get ice cream with us?"Oh God why...She looked dazed by the invitation.
"Please Excuse Damios, I think he had one too many pixie sticks this morning." Damios glared at me with his piercing red eyes. Oh, Crap!
"hehehe, well maybe I should just go and leave you two kids alone." He smirked at me and strolled over to the door.
"Have fun kids." He smiled deviously and stepped out of my room and shut the door behind him. I shuffled over to the door and ran after him. Good he's only half way down the stairs! Mom won't like it but who cares! I jumped onto the staircase rail and slid down promptly. Once I'd passed Damios we both started to giggle. Wait isn't there n-THWUMP! I'd forgotten about how I'd fall off the end of the rail if I didn't stop.
"Hahaha, gosh that was priceless!" Damios was laughing but running down the remaining steps. He offered his hand to me."My lady, would you care to dance?"I began to snicker.
"Oh, I'd love to" I took his hand but he unexpectedly brought me to him and began to waltz."I thought you were kidding. And don't kiss me." He chuckled.
"But isn't that what your gay heart desires?" He grinned and pushed me away.
"Only in your dreams. But don't go I don't want to be alone with her so please go with us." I flashed him my puppy-pout face. He just looked at me with blank expression.
"Heh, you look like a girl."He said with a grin.Exactly my point. "Sure I'll go, just as long as you don't make that face again.Did she even say yes?" Whoops must have slipped my mind.
"Well make her go with us" I smirked at him. "And no we're not raping her."We shuffled upstairs as quietly as we could and plotted our attack.
There you go! A finished Chapter 6, I'm off to update on DA. Domo AWAAAAAAAAAY!
any who let the story begin!!!
Current Chapter: 6 Indigo!
P.S. This is on my Deviant Art and Fiction Press accounts too so I didn't steal it from myself!
P.P.S. Color is sometimes screwy so I MAY take that off if it gives me more problems.
P.P.P.S.I am (I can't believe this)PLOTTING the story so yeah this is all you get...its a lot more than my DA account has.BE HAPPY!
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Chapter 1
I never thought I would be attending my little sister's funeral. Rosie was always distant and usually never tried to make friends with anyone. You could call her a 7 year old goth.
She would always carry around a doll, or puppet if you prefer. No one would be allowed to touch the doll it was like her twin sister. Whatever my sister wore, somehow, the doll would always have the same exact clothes.
The strangest thing about being at her funeral was that she had left a note saying that she would like it very much if I, Ozwald Merwing (Ozzie for short), would keep her doll safe. A definitely odd request.
Now as I stared at her grave with her spidery name engraved onto it I thought of her. Rosemary Ellie Merwing. I thought of how she looked. Velvety violet eyes, long jet black hair, pale chalky skin, thin yet full pink lips and that crescent moon scar near her heart. Then I looked down at my hands, they held the doll my sister adored and had made so similar to herself. She had not dressed the doll for the funeral. Neither had anyone, they all thought of it as a ghastly thing and never would touch it. But it had the same black dress that my sisters corpse was wearing. Who dressed the doll? I thought but dared not to say a word of it for it was not the time and no one cared for the dreaded doll.
At last her coffin was lowered and then was filled quickly with dirt. I went over and set her favorite flowers out, violet roses. The same color of her eyes but the roses seemed dull compared to her eyes.
I looked once more at the doll and saw how their eyes were the exact same hue. I knew I WOULD keep the doll so Rosie would never leave me. As soon as I had declared this the clouds gave away to the thick and heavy rain.
For 5 seconds as I stared at the dolls eyes they twinkled as though Rosie was being transferred into the doll's body rather than being sent to wherever her soul would be sent.
Chapter 2
I lie in my bed staring intently into those big, glass eyes. I shuddered and lay the doll down carefully. I thought briefly of how Rosie died.
She'd been at school, girls had taken the doll because they weren't to accepting.
They liked to tease and mock her, she of course would say nothing but look at them and soon the girls would feel very uncomfortable and squirm as though her gaze would burn them.
She had went back into the school searching for her companion. When she found the girls with her beloved doll she had actually spoken to them and said they would be very sorry if they did not give her the doll or if they had damaged it. They began taunting her with it. One of them ,Suzann, got the idea of sticking pins into the doll to torture my dear sister. They had found pins and began pushing them in. The doll was practically a voodoo doll and as soon as that first pin went in the girls had said Rosie had given a shrill cry and that blood was flowing where they had put the pin. They quickly took the pin out but the blood spilled out faster. They ran away but didn't tell a soul(except for me that is) what had happened. So Rosie died in the room while her blood ran from her scar.
She wasn't discovered until a teacher had noticed a large puddle coming out of a classroom. He had gone in to discover my sister ,lifeless, in a pool of her crimson blood. He ran screaming and soon others came and ran until someone had closed the area off until an inspector had surveyed the scene.
The girls had confessed to me because they knew I was horrified from seeing her there in her blood, eyes clouded into a fine purple fog. A dull purple it was, not her eyes violet, it was far from what her eyes were then.
After, one of them went mad and had started screaming about my sisters death and her accomplices. They had all been taken elsewhere. No one knows where they went, I don't think the inspectors even knew where they went.
"Ozzie...dinner" My mum had entered my room. She had dark bruised circles under her eyes, from her mourning and soft weeping, she had also gotten thinner from her lack of eating. She had been wearing black ever since Rosie died. I trotted down the stairs to my dinner and as soon as I sat down at the table it hit me. The doll was like a guardian to Rosemary. With the doll in someone else's hands would result in harm to the owner.
Chapter 3
This was the 8th quiet and lonely dinner. Usually me and my parents would be conversing. But with the tragic end of my sister they hadn't said a single peep besides 'dinner' or 'could you go and buy some more food/supplies.' They had become like vegetables, hardly speaking or moving.
Now as I climbed up the spiral staircase I wished so much that those girls would burn in the deepest of the fires that Hades' provides for his kingdom of eternal pain(Hell). I also wished Rosie would go to Heaven and not to the Nether World or the Neither World. She doesn't deserve to be in a place that those dreaded girls go or to a place were she is considered neither good nor bad.
Sweet fat teardrops began trickling down my cheeks and I longed to embrace my sister. I quickened my pace and soon was in my room. I closed the door softly and lay in my bed reaching for the doll. The doll was somehow warm and it wasn't a bad way to remember Rosie. It was like holding a very small version of her. My mind darkened and soon I was dreaming.
The dream was of Rosie. She was DANCING and SMILING so beautifully. She looked like an actual angel. She had waltzed up to me and began speaking with a Sweet and melodic tone. She'd said to never let go of her for the doll would deteriorate and soon any memory of even having a sister would would be gone with the wind.
A slight brush against my sopping cheek had awoken me from my dream. As soon as my vision cleared I had jumped away from my bed. The doll was no longer a doll but a person. Oh God, Oh God please tell me this is a nightmare and not reality! No please don't be like those stories where the doll is evil or possessed and try to kill everyone!
She sat there staring at me looking at her in terror. She got up from the bed and walked towards me and whispered, "I am no longer Rosemary's guardian I am yours now and will serve you until the very day you die." I finally found my voice but it was shaky,
"Wh-Why didn't y-you protect Rosie after the girls fled and le-left you two the-there?" The girl sat down next to me and sighed
"I can't protect her if I am not in her grasp or if she was not the last person to hold me and unfortunately the girls had left her too far away from me." We sat there for a while and finally I felt to tired to pursue any more questions. I drifted into sleep but felt her holding me and walking to my bed. She finally whispered "Sleep sweetly and I will keep you safe from danger for I am one of God's angels just as your sister is" She kissed my forehead and soon I was unconscious.
Chapter 4
When I awoke the girl was sleeping near the edge of my bed. I hoped that my mother did not check in on me this morning. I took my clothes and went and changed in my bathroom. When I came out the girl wasn't there. Please tell me she hasn't been found by my parents! I rushed down stairs nearly tripping on every step.
There she was with a different outfit...and suitcases. Had my parents let her live with us? I went up to my parents and asked "Mum, Dad who is the girl?"
"This is Azelea Ar blanc she's come to stay with us. And will live in Rosie's room." She turns to Azelea and asks her. "If you'd like I could change the room It's always scared people away"
"No I don't get easily scared and it just is kind of like my room but different." She flashes a brilliant smile to my mother that makes her smile. Now my mum turns to me.
"Could you please help her to Rosie's room and after could you tell her about you" We separated the luggage and went up the stairs and as soon as we had it all in the room she shuts the door and goes and sits on the bed. It's obvious she wants me to sit next to her.
"So you're Azelea, you actually have a real name, well I never knew since Rosie never talked. Well any who how old are you since you aren't Rosie's age but much older?What's your favorite color? You do know my name right, well it's Ozwa-I mean Ozzie any who tell me some things I would have never known about Rosie" I'd said it too fast and it seemed like I overwhelmed the poor thing. But she just plainly said.
"Well of course I have a name if Rosemary had been so close to me, then wouldn't you think she'd come up with a name for me and I'm 14 thank you very much. My favorite color is any shade of green except the dark shades. How about you tell me about yourself before I babble on about your sister." She wore a small silly grin that made me feel as though I loved her. I could even feel blood going to my cheeks. She saw this and began giggling. I have to keep my mind focused so I shook my head to clear my thoughts.
"Well you know I'm Ozzie, I'm 14 as well. And my favorite color is blue and of course if they aren't to dark. And well you know where my room is if you ever need to see me. Now that that is done tell me about my sister!" She was looking at me as though nothing in the world mattered as much as I do and that made me feel the pink come back. This time though she tried to stifle her giggle. Finally she cleared her throat and began.
"Well you know how she looks but is there anything in particular you'd like to know?" She tilts her head in a questionable gesture. I can still feel the warmth my cheeks have kept but it seems they glow even brighter. Another giggle escapes her and I have to look down so I don't flush a brighter shade of red.
"I always wanted to know what her personality was like, what she liked and disliked, any weird habits" I feel as though my eyes are of those of a child in a candy store. And it shows in Azelea's eyes that my look is what it is.
"Well she was rather quiet but she always was good at cracking jokes so she could be extremely loud, as for what she liked well it was what most girls liked except she never dared to touch a single thing that seemed like it belonged to a greedy grubby handed girl so that would fall under her dislikes but well she also dreaded school, lack of respect for her age, those girls who had killed her, A weird habit now hmm well she always enjoyed mixing all sorts of foods no matter how disgusting it seemed and she would always keep her nails trimmed neatly for she would bite them if she didn't. Is that enough or shall I say more?" She had said enough for me at the moment. I still had questions that kept nipping at me but I would have to fight them.
"Yes, I think that'll do for now I'll ask later if I get curious enough but I should probably let you unpack." And with that I stood up and waved a small goodbye to her and waltzed down to the kitchen so my stomach would stop growling.
Chapter 5
As soon as I laid my plate of eggs, sausage, and toast; Azelea came down. She grabbed herself a plate with the same contents and sat next to me.
"This is beyond delicious! I think it's one of the best breakfasts I've ever had!" She had said between bites. She smelled delightfully fruity but there was another smell mixed in. Something familiar yet not at the same time.I barely noticed me staring at her until she brought it up.
"Am I so intriguing? Or is something about me bothering you?" She had brought it up so suddenly that I had barely enough time to think of an excuse and just blurted out something I really didn't want to say.
"Uh, well, you see um I just think that you look lovely eating. No, not just eating really most of the time!" Oh God, why am I such an idiot!!! I could feel the my blood rising to my cheeks and amazingly she blushed quite harshly too.
"Well, thank you I never really thought of myself as an appealing person." She had said it so timidly and her cheeks gained more color as she said it. She was truly a sight to behold. Those violet eyes finally different from her expression from any moment before, an expression of indescribable innocence. She was trying to hide herself, shrink down so that I wouldn't be baffled by her beauty though it just added to it.
"I don't know why you'd think of yourself so poorly. You're being to modest." I tried to cool my cheeks down so that this conversation would be less embarrassing. She frowned and looked nothing like herself as she said,
"But you hardly know me you don't know my secrets, the dark ones, you should know even an angel has secrets she wishes to hide." Her malevolent gaze made me uneasy and the flush was gone in an instant. Now I wished I really hadn't brought this up. She soon stopped her hateful gaze and closed her eyes then opened them and began to eat again. I hadn't an appetite anymore, so I just left the table and walked up the stairs to my room.
Well of course angels had to kill to keep us from harm, but that isn't what they do now.It was a curious thing but if it was for the safety of humans than really it wasn't something to be that ashamed by. I sighed.
"Well, I've got a lot of digging to do to find out exactly what her secrets are." It was not a tone I would use to much for it wasn't necessary for it to come out often.
Chapter 6
Darkness.All that could be seen was the dark that surrounded me.
"HELP!SOMEBODY PLEASE HELP!AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"A cry broke the silence.The sound of something splintering followed.More silence settled in after that.
"Ahehehe" a cackle was made.I whirled around and reached for something but there was nothing.
CRAAAAACK
I gasped.A sharp pain bloomed in my back and I fell to the floor.Needles were on my left arm.They soon turned into spikes that ripped of skin.
"Ozzie?"A familiar voice spoke.I opened an eye and saw him there.He smiled and said "Freakin' Narcoleptic.Get up I need to talk to you."His friendly red eyes were looking at me expectantly.
"I've got no problem with that...So why do I have to sit up can't I just lie her?"He crossed his arms and said.
"Because you might fall asleep while I'm saying something.I won't know it until you don't answer."I don't fall asleep THAT often.I slowly propped myself up on my elbow then pushed myself up into a sitting position.
"Shut up Damios."He uncrossed his arms and sat on the floor criss-cross applesauce like.
"Well I noticed someone other than you,your mum,or your dad answer the door.So who is she?A girlfriend maybe?"He still had that smile on his face and his eyes were as jubilant as ever.
"You have to look at me like that.No she's not my girlfriend.She's just living here for a while."He just smiled and kept looking at me...What a weirdo.... "what do I have something on my face?"
"Yes"he replied.
"What and where is it?"I was growing impatient with his little game.
"Eye booger.On your cheek."He rocked back and forth whilst sitting the same way. Must he be so happy now?
"Well thank you for telling me, Do you enjoy acting like that?"I asked as I felt around for the minor inconvenience.
"Yes,and you haven't told me who she is!So come on teeeeeell me!"Damios started bouncing up and down like an impatient child.
"Ok,Ok don't wet yourself!Her names Azelea Ar Blanc!Happy now?"I glared at him while he nodded.More idiotic silence.
"Can we go get ice cream?"He asked abruptly."Or go feed birds or something like that???"He really enjoyed doing this while I was in my current crabby mood. Well better go clean myself up if he really means it.I sighed.
"Fine,whatever you want to do"I said.He got up and walked to the door.As soon as he opened the door I saw Azelea. Was she there he whole time?what did she hear?
"Uh, sorry I needed to um talk to you about something Ozzie."A pink was setting on her cheeks.
"Hi!!I'm Damios and I'm guessing you're Azelea!I'm right,right?I am, I know it!Do you wanna go get ice cream with us?"Oh God why...She looked dazed by the invitation.
"Please Excuse Damios, I think he had one too many pixie sticks this morning." Damios glared at me with his piercing red eyes. Oh, Crap!
"hehehe, well maybe I should just go and leave you two kids alone." He smirked at me and strolled over to the door.
"Have fun kids." He smiled deviously and stepped out of my room and shut the door behind him. I shuffled over to the door and ran after him. Good he's only half way down the stairs! Mom won't like it but who cares! I jumped onto the staircase rail and slid down promptly. Once I'd passed Damios we both started to giggle. Wait isn't there n-THWUMP! I'd forgotten about how I'd fall off the end of the rail if I didn't stop.
"Hahaha, gosh that was priceless!" Damios was laughing but running down the remaining steps. He offered his hand to me."My lady, would you care to dance?"I began to snicker.
"Oh, I'd love to" I took his hand but he unexpectedly brought me to him and began to waltz."I thought you were kidding. And don't kiss me." He chuckled.
"But isn't that what your gay heart desires?" He grinned and pushed me away.
"Only in your dreams. But don't go I don't want to be alone with her so please go with us." I flashed him my puppy-pout face. He just looked at me with blank expression.
"Heh, you look like a girl."He said with a grin.Exactly my point. "Sure I'll go, just as long as you don't make that face again.Did she even say yes?" Whoops must have slipped my mind.
"Well make her go with us" I smirked at him. "And no we're not raping her."We shuffled upstairs as quietly as we could and plotted our attack.
There you go! A finished Chapter 6, I'm off to update on DA. Domo AWAAAAAAAAAY!
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