Alexx kneeled down knowing Horatio was following her every move with his eyes.
Carefully tracing the bloodstains on Viviane's face, she tried to reconstruct the event.
It looked like a wound.
The viscous slash frayed at the edges into a spider's net of cracks, similar to the broken glass of a mirror. Its dark veins stretched out across the torso, like lines of liquid ink that spread into the shallowly fractured surfa
Imagine one white winter day...
Kyo yawned, opened his eyes a bit sleepy and stared into Shinyas, who sat cuddled up to his shoulder. "Finally back to live?"he smiled. Kaoru set in front of them, and had been chatting with Shinya. Die and Toshiya were somewhere else, doing...
Kaoru and Die are desperately trying to write a song to cope with Kyo's inner coldness and only end up getting to know each other in way they never thought was possible...
Come along, let’s drink a cup of coffee and let me tell you the truth. Be careful though; it might take some time and you will be surprised, maybe even shocked about what I’m going to tell you
Throwing his head back, Naruto screamed in agony. The cold metal cut straight through his muscles and tendons, searing at his flesh. Blood quilled at the open sore, and black threads racked through his veins and feathers, burning with demonic venom.
“Geez! Got little Potter trapped inside a dark room, with a bad monster under the bed. Give it up, the door won't release us until tomorrow,” Malfoy's teasing voice reached to his ears.
Suddenly the creaking noise of a door makes them both stop dead in their tracks. The old wooden bedroom door slowly creaks open revealing the small figure of a little girl...
I don't own Sally, Jack, Dr. Finkelstein or Igor. They're all Tim Burton's property. English is not my first language: although I've done my best to write correctly, maybe you'll spot some errors in the text. If something's not clear, please let me know.
A blackmailer calling himself the phantom of the Digiworld. And digimon without blood in their veins, petrified mon, reconfigured mon, digimon hanged and strangulated with crimson lightning ropes. This handwriting seems to be yours, Myotismon!
Mikado woke up to the sound of his cell phone buzzing next to his head. It sounded like a bulldozer. God, his heart hurt like a bitch. Groaning annoyed, the teen grabbed the device and was about to toss it far, far away, when realization hit him. This was not his apartment.
„Fuck!“ thought Genma. He got out of bed, tried to stretch and immediately he felt the remnants of the last night. “Argh! Did that idiot have to be so harsh?!”
Sam wasn't sure if it was the statement at that or the manner in which he had told her, but she had to laugh hard: "Don't be mad, but are you serious right now or are you trying to mess with me?"
But for now a war was going on. And she should concentrate on the Collectors and the suicide mission. A suicide mission. “Let's hope this term is not literally“
"But before his brain started working again, Wolfram stood up, and walked with heavy steps towards the huge double doors that the other had just come trough."
The smell of sweat and blood was in his nose when Spectre slowly regained consciousness. Every single muscle in his body was hurting. When he opened his eyes he saw darkness around him.
If blood will flow when flesh and steel are one
Drying in the colour of the evening sun
Tomorrow's rain will wash the stains away
But something in our minds will always stay
On and on the rain will fall
Like tears from a star
Like tears from a star
On and on the rain will
"YOU!!" Akane's standing over Ryôga, mallet in hand. "You slept in my bed! You GROPED me!! You saw me NAKED!! YOU WILL DIE!!!" Swings her mallet and hits Ryôga squarely from above. He is embedded two feet into the ground, arms and legs akimbo.
After Voldemort's defeat Snape hopes to *finally* get the DADA job he had been craving for so long. But the headmaster has different plans - and assigns Harry Potter for the job, much to Snape's annoyance...
