"Blade?" His voice was stuck in his throat. Before him stood the girl he loved. She stared; her red orbs beyond vibrant, as her platinum hair drapped just below her shoulders, obviously grown out since he last saw her.
Since he last saw her?
The last time he saw her: She had blood-sucking fangs in place of canines.
The last time he saw her: She breathed the last ounce of air in her lungs to tell him,""I upendo you.."
The last time he saw her: She died, and from then on, the only thing that was left of her was the harsh guilt sitting in his heart.
But now? Now she was in front of him, arms around his neck, face buried in his shoulder. This was a dream. A spell Becca conjured up to get back at him for some reason au another.
That was it. "A spell" he told himself. Oh, he was, definitely, going to get back at the black haired witch for doing something so...cruel.
The thing was, could Becca stoop this low? Toying with his emotions? He didn't even think Serpta, Bec's sister, could pull a stunt as vile as this.
"Terror?" A voice snapped him from his dark thoughts, and he blinked, feeling tears threaten to fall. This was wrong... all wrong. Quickly, he broke from the hug and swallowed the razor blade caught in his throat, thinking over his response.
"You were dead..." he muttered, correcting the "were" with "are". Terror didn't allow her opened mouth to confess another word as he continued,"I saw wewe die, Blade..."
Again, he swallowed razors, and at that moment: Fear crept into him.
Fear.
The emotion he could give au take away, being the demon he was.
Blade's eyes widened as confusion etched itself in every detail of her face,"Terror, what're wewe talking about?"
The new sensation of fear was extinguished and replaced with anger,"Do wewe think this is funny?"
"Wha- No!"
"Blade, I saw wewe in that glass box! I watched wewe fall to the floor!! I witnessed the light from your eyes fade. It has been six months, two of which I spent looking for you, the other four I have sat here, hollow. Now wewe just onyesha up out of no where. If this is some kind of sick joke, cut it out, now!"
"Oh, Terror..." her hand rested on his chest and she went on," It's me, I swear. I never died. I've been the whole time. wewe were gone for six months and never told me why."
That was only half true. After that day, four months ago, he went away, only speaking briefly with Dylan, Cat, Becca, and the others. A heavy weight had taken over his heart, and though he killed every vampire he laid eyes on... nothing filled the void. But he never stopped: for her, so the fact she accused him of being gone made his anger ample. Terror kept the boiling temper underneath him as he spoke,"Proof..."
"What?"
"I want proof you're real; that wewe aren't an illusion."
Courageously, the girl held up her hand; inaonyesha off the silver ring wrapped around her finger. A bright cluster of rubies decorated the band while she slowly turned it.
His blue eyes kept stern and he muttered,"I need zaidi proof.. anyone can just make a ring."
The blonde girl nodded as she bit down on her lip, thinking up a good price of proof to onyesha she was real.
Then it hit her,"Okay.. come here.."
Terror leaned mbele and Blade let her lips meet his neck, softly, before whispering his, real, name. The secret diminished as she pulled away, the faint smile on her face reflecting his.
"So you're real..?" Leaning mbele her scooped her up and hugged her, squeezing any words she planned to let escape be caged back in. "Blade, you'll never be hurt again.. no one will ever hurt you.."
"Ever...?" Her voice was coated with innocence,
"Never ever, I promise.." Terror's fingers curled into Blade's gentle hair, inhaling every aroma she possessed an taking every note of every aspect of her face and body, but still something stood out.
She was missing something ,though.
Something he couldn't finger on it.
Since he last saw her?
The last time he saw her: She had blood-sucking fangs in place of canines.
The last time he saw her: She breathed the last ounce of air in her lungs to tell him,""I upendo you.."
The last time he saw her: She died, and from then on, the only thing that was left of her was the harsh guilt sitting in his heart.
But now? Now she was in front of him, arms around his neck, face buried in his shoulder. This was a dream. A spell Becca conjured up to get back at him for some reason au another.
That was it. "A spell" he told himself. Oh, he was, definitely, going to get back at the black haired witch for doing something so...cruel.
The thing was, could Becca stoop this low? Toying with his emotions? He didn't even think Serpta, Bec's sister, could pull a stunt as vile as this.
"Terror?" A voice snapped him from his dark thoughts, and he blinked, feeling tears threaten to fall. This was wrong... all wrong. Quickly, he broke from the hug and swallowed the razor blade caught in his throat, thinking over his response.
"You were dead..." he muttered, correcting the "were" with "are". Terror didn't allow her opened mouth to confess another word as he continued,"I saw wewe die, Blade..."
Again, he swallowed razors, and at that moment: Fear crept into him.
Fear.
The emotion he could give au take away, being the demon he was.
Blade's eyes widened as confusion etched itself in every detail of her face,"Terror, what're wewe talking about?"
The new sensation of fear was extinguished and replaced with anger,"Do wewe think this is funny?"
"Wha- No!"
"Blade, I saw wewe in that glass box! I watched wewe fall to the floor!! I witnessed the light from your eyes fade. It has been six months, two of which I spent looking for you, the other four I have sat here, hollow. Now wewe just onyesha up out of no where. If this is some kind of sick joke, cut it out, now!"
"Oh, Terror..." her hand rested on his chest and she went on," It's me, I swear. I never died. I've been the whole time. wewe were gone for six months and never told me why."
That was only half true. After that day, four months ago, he went away, only speaking briefly with Dylan, Cat, Becca, and the others. A heavy weight had taken over his heart, and though he killed every vampire he laid eyes on... nothing filled the void. But he never stopped: for her, so the fact she accused him of being gone made his anger ample. Terror kept the boiling temper underneath him as he spoke,"Proof..."
"What?"
"I want proof you're real; that wewe aren't an illusion."
Courageously, the girl held up her hand; inaonyesha off the silver ring wrapped around her finger. A bright cluster of rubies decorated the band while she slowly turned it.
His blue eyes kept stern and he muttered,"I need zaidi proof.. anyone can just make a ring."
The blonde girl nodded as she bit down on her lip, thinking up a good price of proof to onyesha she was real.
Then it hit her,"Okay.. come here.."
Terror leaned mbele and Blade let her lips meet his neck, softly, before whispering his, real, name. The secret diminished as she pulled away, the faint smile on her face reflecting his.
"So you're real..?" Leaning mbele her scooped her up and hugged her, squeezing any words she planned to let escape be caged back in. "Blade, you'll never be hurt again.. no one will ever hurt you.."
"Ever...?" Her voice was coated with innocence,
"Never ever, I promise.." Terror's fingers curled into Blade's gentle hair, inhaling every aroma she possessed an taking every note of every aspect of her face and body, but still something stood out.
She was missing something ,though.
Something he couldn't finger on it.
Name: Elizabeth Rose West
Alias: Flame (it's also her nickname that a lot of people call her)
Age: 11
Gender: Female
Personality: Flame is bright, brave, and bold. She has a lot of energy and loves to explore, also likes to have fun.
History: Her parents disappeared when she was younger and took care of herself until Wally found her and took her into his family and made her his foster sister.
Description: She has brown hair that is usually kept in a braid. Flame prefers her hair to be loose. Her eyes are green (the Phoenix she took care of had green eyes)
Power: is the fairy of the moto phoenix
Other: Best Marafiki with Robin, she owns a pet kobe, kasa named Star. Flame sometimes gets herself into trouble if she doesn't listen to orders aliyopewa to her. She met Robin on the siku that the team formed. The two became close friends.
You are hereby required and invited to attend her royal Highness,
Princess Rebecca Uccello Alvers' grand ball.
In honor of her royal birth tarehe of eighteen years.
Arrangements have been made in honor of your arrival.
An escort is ready to welcome wewe
to our kingdom. As our honored guests, wewe are permitted,
but not required, to bring one guest.
In high hopes and regards, with sincerest wishes, we hope wewe will attend.
Her Imperial Highness,
Queen Minerva Alvers.