Safety ZoneSafety ZoneSafety Zone5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A young girl lies in her bed. Her flowered blankets are pulled up high, and you can only see her little head and bright blue eyes. Her hands squeeze the blankets closer and closer. Her eyes are wide with fear. The lights are all off, heightening her senses. Downstairs comes the sound of yelling and sobs. Two opposite voices fight over the little girl. One is the rough masculine alto of her father. The other is the distraught high pitched yelps of her mother. Tears well up in the little girls big baby blue eyes. The yelling gets louder, and threats are starting to be verbalized. The heavy stomping of her father's feet is heard. Her mother yells after her husband. There is a moment of silence. The little girl sits up in bed, anticipation getting the best of her. There is a scream of terror from her mother and then her father yells something. The little girl's eyes grew to the size of saucers as she heard the most awful noise in her whole entire life. The crisp scream of her m
Safety prologueSafetySafety prologue3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
A Left 4 Dead 2 fanfiction by Shade-Duelist
Prologue: Just another day
"Yo! Nick!" The voice was loud enough to make him look up from his newspaper, finding a familiar round face atop an equally round body.
"Peter? Is that you?!"
"Nicksy!! Oh man, that must've been, what? Two years? Three?"
"Two years and seven months, Pete.", the man said, taking another drag from his cigarette and blowing the smoke out in an appreciative whistle. "Life's been treatin' you good, I see. Last time you had a lot more hair and a lot less inches 'round that waist..." His friend gave a soft chuckle and patted him on the back with a grin.
"Life didn't treat you bad either, man... only thing that didn't change is that cheap suit'a yours. So, how did LA treat ya?", he asked, grabbing a chair from another table and sitting down opposite his friend. He frowned, however, as he continued.
For His Safety, For My LoveDorian laid still on the ground, his features pale, torso unmoving. In the bitter pits of death, in the deep unconsciousness of his soul, Dorian fought to believe of his passing. Reviving the last moments like an old cassette, he remembered the pain of the stake through his chest, vivid and still fresh in his dying mind. Then he saw a face, a young one's pretty face, bewilderment beyond comprehension written deep within his dark eyes.For His Safety, For My Love5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Ah, yes, Dorian knew who the boy was. He knew all too well. In his centuries of roaming about the globe, never had Dorian fell upon such an intriguing individual, one as complex and as beautiful as that special young one. Being a hybrid link between human and vampire, granted with the divine powers of Pravus, he had captivated the madman's interest, and much more, up until the very end.
He who went by the name of Vladimir Tod, nonetheless.
It was he who should have received the fatal injury. He who should have been staked by the Slayer. He should have fel