Rose, rose, rose red: Chap. 10 by dearestprincess2, literature
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Rose, rose, rose red: Chap. 10
Will was shaking violently as he jumped down from the roof of the Phantomhive manor. He stumbled slightly as he landed, feeling deeply
sickened. It kissed him...that thing TOUCHED him. What hurt the most was that
the red reaper kissed him back...so lovingly. The Shinigami had to leave; if
he stayed, he knew he would pass out...or kill Sebastian...that one sounded very, very inviting...
The next day, the other Shinigami were in the lobby, another slow day
ahead of them. Ever since Grell left, things seemed to have slowed to a crawl. It seemed as if he was what made their day go by faster, even if they did pick on him. He wou
Rose, rose, rose red: Chap. 9 by dearestprincess2, literature
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Rose, rose, rose red: Chap. 9
Grell was still shaking like a leaf even after they had returned to the manor. William had found him....just like he had dreamed about. Sebastian sat
him down in his room on the bed, taking his make-up bag and setting it carefully
on the bedside table. The red head sat there, shaking violently like a frightened child. The black clad butler looked down at him, a slight look of worry in his
eyes.
He went out quickly, coming back a few moments later, holding a tray with a tea pot filled with hot tea and a tea cup. After Grell had his tea, Sebastian sat in the chair straight across from him. "Drink, the milk in it will help soothe
Rose, rose, rose red: Chap. 8 by dearestprincess2, literature
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Rose, rose, rose red: Chap. 8
Grell was running down the street, giggling ecstatically. "Hurry up,
Sebastian darling! The store has new make-up!" Sebastian was trailing
slightly behind; the red head was fast when it came to a sale of any sort.
"Coming."
The red reaper burst into the store, practically skipping when he slammed
into someone. "O-Oh! I'm sorry, I-" Grell stopped mid-sentence, staring at
who was in front of him, terror beginning to over take him. Just as Sebastian
entered the store, Grell ran to him and hid his face in his chest, shaking.
The black butler looked down at him, noticing how frightened
Mother of life and good to us all.
Please do not allow our world to fall.
With your crimson marks and snow-white fur.
Let them know that you are more than just a cur.
Dance with the moon, dance with the water.
Make the sun dance and shine even hotter.
Sing with the earth and play with fire.
Use the elements in this situation so dire.
Make us believe in the gods of old.
Strut proudly, shining, lovely, and bold.
Demons run and cower with fear.
Now that our beautiful wolf is here.
What exactly, defines someone as "normal"?
The clothing you wear, the way you look, the way you act.
All of these things are taken into account.
Usually, when society looks at me, they say that I'm not "normal".
They say I should be ashamed for what I wear and how I think.
Well I have news for you; some of the greatest people in the world weren't "normal".
Edgar Allen Poe, Van Gogh, etc.
Some of them acted differently, dressed differently.
Some were even insane.
But society treats there work with great respect.
The sad thing is that they weren't appreciated until after death.
But remember that they were still great.
Their ideas ar
Sacrifice: Chapter 7 by dearestprincess2, literature
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Sacrifice: Chapter 7
Kane made his way back down stairs, still shaking. "I wanna go home..." He went
to the front door and tried to open it, but it was locked. Feeling lost, Kane slide down the
door, exhausted and frightened. "Someone help me..."
Kane then fell asleep, too tired to even lay down properly. As he entered sleep, a strange dream took shape. The boy that looked like him was sitting on a low wall in front of the large mansion. He was humming snatches of a song when he stopped, excited to see who was coming out of the villa. It was the
Sacrifice: Chapter 6 by dearestprincess2, literature
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Sacrifice: Chapter 6
Kane struggled against the new attacker, breaking free and falling into one of the doll shelves. The doll's twin glared down at him through long white bangs. His breathing was cold and menacing and his pale lips set into a frown, much like his counterpart. After a few more seconds, the boy spoke barely above a whisper. "Stay...away from him!"
The boy then swung at Kane as he tried to stand, forcing him back onto the floor. "P-P-Please! I-I'm sorry!" Kane cried as he tried to scoot away. "I d-didn't touch him!"
Sacrifice: Chapter 5 by dearestprincess2, literature
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Sacrifice: Chapter 5
Kane squeaked and jumped back against the front door. The boy stared down at him. Though his eyes were covered by his hair, a concerned expression could be seen through the dark bangs. "Why...are you..afraid?" He asked hoarsely as he tried to touch Kane's face.
Kane bolted past him, running down the hallway the door had opened into. He whimpered and panted as he saw a flight of stairs to his right. He charged up them, stopping at the top to breathe. Seconds later he heard footsteps coming up. Looking around frantically, he noticed a low closet in the wall.
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Your best friend loves the violin, and she plays every day.
You do the same but your not as good and your emotions start
to sway.
You hate her for what she has and a darkness fills your soul.
One day you've had enough so you send her head on a roll.
You become the best violinist, taking your friend's place.
Her "accidental" death is discarded without a single trace.
One night as you perform, you notice a strange sight.
There's a doll in the front row, it's eyes glowing bright.
You stop for a moment and the doll looks at you.
It smiles as if to say "Continue".
You obey as if in a trance and you play your violin.
The doll's eyes gl
Sacrifice: Chapter 4 by dearestprincess2, literature
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Sacrifice: Chapter 4
Kane peeked into the room...but saw nothing. "But...wasn't there....a voice?" Shivering, he stepped through the door, seeing what looked to be another
bedroom. A dresser was against the left wall next to the window. Straight across from that was a low desk with a cushion in front of it; closer to that, that closet was half open and had old bedding spilling out of it.
He peeked into the closet cautiously, but saw nothing of use or interest. Seeing nothing of real interest, he started to leave when he noticed that a drawer on the desk was open slightly. Kane knelt down and opened it, discovering a small, green book. As he pulled it out,