Thorn and Cinnamon23:39 Apr 02 2012
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I struggle against the cool steel cuffs that hold me back from him. I grit my teeth, the first sign of emotion he has seen from me. My eyes search blindly for her beneath the damp musty blindfold. ~I've got to get to her. She needs me. I can smell her sweet lavender scent wafting around me, calming me down in this tense situation~ I feel weakened suddenly remembering the last memory I had with her before all this. She cried and turned away from me and what I had done. I had meant to kill him. I dont regret it. She has alwaus been so innocent by believing everything everyone says, but this time was different. She was involved with the wrong people this time and now we are paying for it with Blindfolds, being gagged and bound.
I can feel her next to me..my sweet angel....her breathing is still so soft and fragile as it has always been. When I first met her, we were children at some crappy dayxare where the providers abused children for givin any lip, or if they just felt like being the sick twisted assholes they were. she was the outgoing, loudmouth redhead that was always getting into trouble. I really thought I hated her at first because of the way she looked at me. She looked so...determined to prove me wrong at anything that should dare come out of my mouth. I never said anything to her. This was the same look that they hated and beat her for. She never changed that about herself, and i really grew to admire that spunk she had. I was the quiet one that just watched everyone else and tried to stay out of trouble, but it always found me when i was around her. We were very opposite as children, but I grew to love her charisma, even though she was a good foot shorter than me and clearly skin and bone, where as I was already twice as thick as she was. I felt drawn to her, to protect her. She would open that loud mouth of hers and I would be right beside her, eager to finish off any trouble she started with any and everyone.
Once she opened her mouth to one of the adults at that hell hole daycare and got slapped across the face repeatedly. Her tiny frame was shaking with each strike but she kelt her eyes open with that defiant glare. That brought a smile to my face. At this point i disnt care about getting in trouble. I picked up a rock and threw it at her assailant, missing. I woke up later next to her in the hall closet with a pounding headache. She had my head in her lap and was absent mindedly playing with my inky black hair. Ever since then we had always been near each other. One of us would get in trouble and get beaten and sent to the closet, shortly followed by the other one for doing something wrong just ao we could be near each other. She was always doing the talking while i listened and nodded, never really speaking to her.
Nobody expected two girls that were complete opposites to click like we did but it was meant to be. This relationship continued, her getting into trouble, with me eventually getting into more fights with girls and eventually guys twice my size for her feeling that what's right is right and she wouldn't back down about it or even compromise. More and more people came to find me less desirable because I had a stronger physique then they thought a girl my size should have, but slender little cinnamon, that's her name, was the rude princess everyone wanted. But she was mine. I thought she felt the same, but she grew apart from me and started dating men. I was always nearby for her, watching from the background like a pathetic lovesick puppy would. I got rid of a few of the men that wanted her if they were not good enough for her, which nobody would ever be. I would do more than say a few useless words to say the least to fend off her suitors. Everytime her heart was broken, she would come to me and explain to me what she thought was wrong with her and would be tryIng her best to keep her composure, as stubborn as she was to show weakness but my eyes saw right through it. She would cry and hold me tight talking of her broken heart, and I being a fool for her just held her there all the while wishing to confess my love to her. I could only tell her that I promised to always protect her no matter what, which was foolish and I hate myself for that because of the current situation.
She got with what I thought was a drug dealer a few months later. Now there was something off about this one. He just didnt...smell right. He moved akwardly and was often looking around like he was hearing voices. He looked at cinnamon like a wolf would a lamb. That wicked smile was hiding something behind it, but hey he was a bad boy and cinnamon was up for trying any type of guy just once to see what they are like. I watched him often, his scent changed every single day of sifferent perfumes. Im sure cinnamon began to notice it, because she started to grow distant from him, treating him coldly when he went to kiss her by turning her cheek. He grew irritated with her and grabbed her shoulders for that and pushed her against the locker. My palms itched as i reached up the back of my leather jacket. She broke it off with him right there and he punched the locker. I was beside him in am instant, making sure he heard the metal clink from under my jacket. He glanced at me with minor annoyance and told her it wasnt over the walked out of the school. We hadnt seem him for a few months after that.
Things went back to normal between us. She would call me after school so i would know she was safe on her way home because she walks the opposite way i do to get to her house. I was talking to her on the phone, all the while tracking where she was (I follows her route she walks home on. Hey she's tiny and needs someone close to her if she gets attacked.) when she suddenly stopped talking. Her voice changed to a slightly nervous pitch that only I could recognize. She hung up the phone. That's where it started. I smelled my sweet angels blood before I heard her scream.
Every nerve in my body was on fire as I tore through an alley way to take a short cut that would lead me right to her side. I remember that smell of her blood having this effect on me. ~I was over at her house and heard a small gasp that made my head swim and my body spark like a pikachu. I came to the doorway of the bathroom where she was. She was holding her elbow that was dripping with blood. I froze. I could only stare at her elbow so delicate and pale with rich crimson dripping slowly from its point. My mouth felt like cotton and I felt like I was under water. I slowly approached her and gently grabbed her arm, raising it over her head. She looked alarmed at first but then a soft slight blush crossed her cheeks as I gently licked her elbow in a trance. Smelling her sweet lavender scent and her blood drove me crazy to the point thatso wanted to bite into her soft plump pink lips. She looked over at me slowly and cupped my chin in her delicate shaking hand and pulled me into a kiss. My body burst into flames on the inside as I kissed deeply back. We broke the kiss eventually both of us blushing and wanting more but her parents would be home soon. I blushed and said I had better go and foolishly just left her.
The thought just burns into my memory when I smell her blood~I brushed my back and thigh against the wall while running and smiled to myself because I was ready to kill for her this time. There was light at the end of the alley. Almost there angel. What I found was her being eaten by him. That monster was eating her. Tasting her neck and feelin her up with those dirty drug dealing hands. She struggled and mewled under him in pleasure. I saw red. Her hips ground against him. How could you.... But as I turned away, she gasped. ~What did he find your sweet spot?~ She said his name then he started laughing. That's odd. In my anger I forgot that she was bleeding. I look out of the alley a little more, sniffing the air. She was bleeding alright. Right under that skirt. Damn him. I sniff the air remembering her blood and my head swims. No. Stop. no. No this is different. I took a chance and stepped out of the alley. He was toying with her. He had a knife to her skirt and laughing. She was mewling in pain and gasping trying to hold her sharp tongue to keep her out of worse trouble. He licked the blade and a cool shiver went down my spine. "your going to taste even better to the rest of them. I'm going to get you within an inch of your life then I'm going to have you. You think your so sexy with that hot little mouth of yours always running don't you?" he cuts her and she screams, my body tensing. "well thorn isn't here to save you little bitch. I'm going to cut you into tiny bite sized pieces." he grinned and pressed it to her throat. "do you know why thorn protects you? Do you know what she is? Ever wondered why she's built differently than girls like you? She's a freak cinnamon. Just like me. But your more human than she could ever be. That's why your so easy my princess" he smiles and raises the blade to her jugular. "you shouldn't have dumped me for that bitch because thats just disgusting!" in an instant I was upon him, cutting into his back and sides with the hidden blades strapped to my bra and waistband of my panties. My eyes widened in fury at the sight of her blood. He didn't move when I cut him. He turned and smiled. "I wondered wha it would take to bring you out I that alley. Why don't you tell her your little secret?" he pulled out a gun and aimed I at her. "please.." I struggled to actually talk to him. It was her life on the line. Come on thorn move.."she doesn't need to know" he pointed it at me. "are you willing to sacrafice your life for hers?" I looked away from her bright green eyes that have hypnotized me since I've known her. I nodded and walked close to him, until the cold barrel pressed against my breast. My cold lightning blue eyes looked up at him from under jet thick black hair. Trembling slightly I grabbed the barrel. "i would sacrafice everything for her and she knows it. We have been friends since we were children..maybe a little more...if either one of us deserves to live more than the other it is her. Shes got so much more potential and friends to help her...~cinnamon tries to interrupt and comes close but is shoved away by him~ please cinnamon. Understand that im doing this for you. Stay out of trouble or i will come back and beat your ass. Say you understand. ~she cries and nods and i turn back to him~ you have to promise you will leave her alone. This is really between you and me. It has nothing to do with her does it? Why dont you tell her whats going on and what you really are if your so brave as to call me out." He fired the shot, the bullet plunging in my heart, the sound drowned out out by her screaming. She would have to know wouldn't she? Eventually I will come back. I promised. My body hit the cool cement with a thud and crack on my skulls impact. The light draining from my eyes all too fast. She fell on me hitting my chest and slapping my cold cheeks in a feeble attempt to bring me back. He grabbed her blood red hair and pulled her up roughly shaking her a little. "she got what she deserved. Shut up." she shut up quickly. He must be pressing that blade to her again. "your mine now. Say it. Say it or I will hurt you." he laughed when she slowly started saying "I'm...I'm...~sobs~ I love you thorn" my eyes open. My body relaxes completely then tears open as a long dark pointed tail slips from the base of my spine. My mouth is on fire and my fingers break and reform. He shoots at me, but it is in vain. My body slowly sits up, trembling with energy slipping over my body like a cool thick mud. It suffocates me. I shake my head and cry out as it crushes my back and pours out of me in the shape of two dark wings without feathers. Dark silky wings spread and flap once, spraying my blood off of them making red clouds of mist. The tail swishes wildly between my legs and grabs his ankle, crushing it with a mind of its own, dragging him to me. His cold steel scrapes the cement and snaps in half with a metallic clink.
Cinnamon stares in horror and disbelief at the monster her love has become, the monster i have tried so hard to keep from her. My body isn't under my control now. I'm not me right now. Cinnamon please run. I love you but she's in control... Please...go. She can't hear me yet I plead for her life to the monster controllingy body. My body smiles a sickening sweet satisfied look as revenge courses through its veins. She controls my body and spreads her wings to hold down his arms, shredding his chest open with 4 inch nails of steel until she opens his ribcage. She finds his heart. She caresses it gently and makes me lick it, knowing I'm screaming from the inside. She raises her tail over his heart, that cold sleek black arrow at the end of that long python of a tail, and plunges it into his cold black heart. She looks up at cinnamon and makes me lick my lips. "damn you no!!! Shes not the enemy!!" my voice screams in my head. She eats the heart, satisfying her hunger for now and she leaves me, letting me come back to the surface, left to clean up her mess.
Cinnamon points the dead boys gun at me and fires several shots. My eyes burn with rage and sadness. She said she loved me and now it's gone. That monster took it away from me. I tear at my wings and tail. It's no use. My claws slip right off the cold stone monster body. She faints and whispers thorn softly. I come to her and listen to her heartbeat until it is steady. Before I know what is happening, my body shifts back to normal and I black out. Both of us in the street with a dead body. My energy is gone. Cinnamon is gone. Her love is gone. She will never want me again now that she knows what monster I have inside me. The monster mean to protect her. That monster is me, but it isnt me. Am i truly a monster? Im afraid to find the truth. That boy may have known something. I knew he wasnt human. And now my chance is gone to find out what he knows about me.
The first time i changed was a year ago. I was angry with a boy who had touched cinnamon. I found him alone at his house and broke in. I wanted to delete her number from his phone. He found me and freaked out. He came at me with a punch and hit my face. I changed them and cut up his shirt with that devils tail. He has a scar still. He just backed away when it happened and begged me not to kill him. I couldnt stop myself. I bit into his throat until he somehow reached his knife and ripped my wing open. I crawled out his window and somehow managed to get home and pass out in the shower trying to cut off my wings and tail. I awoke with a normal boy again and just forgot about it. I had hoped it was a dream. But its very real. This is only the second time the monster has come out. I dont know what i am..
I awaken hearing her breathing as steady as before next to me, but can't move. Metal clinks on my wrists. Damn it. I squirm and get shocked by something then hear laughing. A low growl escapes my throat. Here we go again. Here I am. In another nightmare. With cinnamon. Because she got involved with the wrong person. And now he's dead. And now we are both in trouble. But no matter what, I give my life to protect her. I can only release the monster to save us if I smell her blood. And this time, that could mean she's dying.
Tell me what you think if I should continue. It's a bit rough but I have more ideas for it
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Sabastianthebat
03:44 Apr 03 2012
Its creatively written. I say free your mind more if it inspires thee. [: