The Secret Life of Seth Nightshade...

Raveyn finally fell asleep, that boy needs to sleep more. I appreciate him staying up for me, but he's going to get ill if he keeps this up. It's 4:00 in the morning and he has to get up at 7:00. I ought to punish him for this...
I get out of bed and climb out of his bedroom window, pulling out my favorite pair of scissors. "Who will be the unfortunate fellow tonight?" I run and run as fast as I can, becoming a blur in the night. I let my laugh echo through the cold air and into the hearts of people around. I hear the sound of children, up and awake in their rooms, thinking no one will find out. I sneak up a tree near the window and climb through. The children scream, giving me pleasure. "You want to play with me?" I spin the scissors around my finger, inching closer to them. They try running through the door, but I quickly close it. "Don't go, we haven't played a game yet." I hear their parents rushing to the room from the other side.
"Isabelle! Timothy! What's wrong? What's going on in there?! The door won't open!!"
"Oops, I guess I locked the door. Hehehe." I grab the boy, supposedly Timothy, by the arm and toss him to the ground. I throw my scissors at him and they land directly in his squinted eye. He tosses and turns, screaming, everyone was screaming. Laughing, I walk up to Timothy and slowly pull out the scissors. "Oh look at this, you got my favorites dirty. You'll pay for that." I stab down the scissors into his other eye.
"I called the police!" I hear the mother yell.
"Woopdidoo!" I pull out the scissors again and quickly throw the scissors at the girl, Isabelle, landing them in her right eye. She falls to the ground, blood pouring from her eye like her brother. She covers her eyes, trying to take out the scissors. I run over to Isabelle and rip the scissors from her. I crouch down and whisper into her ear. "I'll leave your other eye, just for you to remember me by." I then get up, and place the scissors in my mouth. I run to the window just as I hear sirens. I jump out and land in the tree.
"Who's there?" A policeman yells up at the tree.
"Who else!!!" I jump from the tree and land promptly on the ground and run. I run and run and run, laughing loudly. I hear them chasing after me, hear them threatening to shoot me. Nothing I haven't heard before. I run faster, dodging bullets and crude words. They never see my face, nothing but a dark figure running in the night, and my unforgettable laugh.




Oh Seth, what are we going to do with you...

Everyday is a Nightmare

Step step, drip drip

He's there, watching me again

His endless black holes where eyes should be

Drip drip, the water falling from his body

He is always drenched

Never ending, he haunts me

That evil grin

What did I ever do to that little boy

 

My vases are shattered

He's been at it again

Puddles of water

All over the floor

Bloody footprints where he used to be

A sore on my neck coloured red

He visited me at night

What did I ever do to that little boy

 

My curtains torn

Couches and chairs ripped apart

Sounds of pitiful laughter

Water along the ground dyed red

Again my neck aches

Hiding in the shadows

Never ending, he haunts me

Guilt rises in my chest

What did I ever do to that little boy

 

Heart shattered

Hope torn

He has taken the last

"There is nothing left!" I scream

He never answers

A laugh in place of a response

Blood pours from the holes in his eyes

That's my blood

What did I ever do to that little boy

Flash Stories, Part 9

She says she can't love me as long as I am a demon. I cannot change that, but I don't want to be one anymore. That's why I left that world, so I could live as something other than a demon. I didn't ask for this, I wanted to be human. That angel girl has fallen from heaven and was forced to become a human. That's what she tells me at least. She wished to be an angel but was forced to be human. I want to be human but am forced to remain a demon. Why does it have to work out like this? Why must I thirst for her blood every second? I only want to remain with her.

Flash Stories, Part 8

That was an awful nightmare, who was that little boy? I swear I've seen him before, long long ago. He was there, when I fell from heaven, laughing at me. I know it was him, I know it! Why.. why is it that no one else seem to notice him? He was so different from all the rest, dressed in all black in a world of white. That evil laugh behind those innocent eyes. He's here with me now, where is he, where is this menace? There, behind the demon I love, cutting him open with that disturbing smile. Why can't anyone see him but me?

Flash Stories, Part 7

I wonder if that beautiful angel is doing alright. Does she know I am what I am, a demon of the night? I have to be careful, if I get to close, it may end badly for us both. I cannot let her find out who I truly am, for then she will no longer love me. If she knew, how badly I wish to sink my teeth into that pure neck of hers, she would go berserk. I need to see her again, see if she's alright. There she is, up in that tree, she seems to be sleeping. I wonder what she dreams about, or what she thinks about when she's awake. Am I on her mind?

Vampire Tree

Every leaf of the tree was vines to its heart. Blood of the people it had strangled turning it red. Silent, even when the wind blew, these leaves never fall. If you get really close, you can hear the thump thump of the tree's heart, the quiet breathing. If it lets you touch its leaves, you can feel that it pulsates. Many people this one tree has killed, it's the only way it will survive, for it doesn't get fed by the sun. Instead, it fears the sun, the tree hides in the dark. The smell like strawberries, luring in its next victim. Long tangles of leaves tightly wrapping around the unfortunate human's body, squeezing him until blood seeps from his pores. The tree drinks up this metallic blood, lusting for more. The screams of the innocent fade to nothing, he is dead. The cold corpse left on the ground to slowly decay, the fungi now have their turn.

Loving Torture

His soft voice fills my ears,

I am wrapped up in him.

The smell of blood lingers on his clothing.

How can someone so violent and so cruel,

Be like this in this moment.

Holding me gently,

Slowly kissing me.

The taste of blood filling my mouth.

Its metallic taste,

Its warmth,

In this moment it was alright.

He was so different now,

No more crazy,

No scissors in his hands.

Instead it was gentleman,

And my hands were in his.

 I have forever awaited for now,
This moment.

He has finally given into liking me,

He has finally admitted it within himself.

Now I can be happy,

The one person I love and will always love,

Now tells me he loves me too.

That is the best new I could hear.

I wish for this one moment to continue on forever,

Him touching me,

Kissing me,

Loving me.

I want nothing more than him.

He may be violent and still strike me with objects,

And tear through my long back with his nails,

But he fills me with such joy.

The feeling of my skin tearing,

The smell of blood around me,

It's all so wonderful.

Best of all,

He is my torturer,

He gives me this joy.