A New Beginning. [P]

A darkness that was charming and seductive. Dancing across the lines of the mind, shadowy and eternal. There was a draw to that darkness, that often pulled those too curious into absurd depths : and sometimes, they met a void where they never escaped, but embraced. The darkness is said to be evil : it is feared and repulsive, the dark is something undesirable. It's unknown mysteries have always frightened humans : that's why light was invented, found. That's why the humans often worshiped the sun as a primary deity : good and light were always better then the dark and it's evil. But yet, snakes danced to a lovely tune, and the slow, sensuous movements of whores brought often completion to those that only wander the light. Without the dark, the light would have nothing : it would be nothing. And often, these concepts battled within a human mind and soul : light and dark, good and evil. Two halves of a whole : as neither is complete without the other. The endless struggle is a symbol that lasts eternally, always present. The sick crack of bones snapping : the splatter of blood on the walls. The gentle crying of a mourning widow : the soft wind breeze. All things linked to light and dark : to the balance of two things that made a whole. Such things were expected, were understood at a primal level : thus, humans always had a choice, and even those that made a choice had a secondary chance. For balance is always looking to be restored : and redemption was something often sought, but never truly found.

Because even if one should redeem themselves and find salvation, the dark is still there, always. For one is not complete as a halve, but a whole. So if one was to find salvation, one could sink in decadence just as easy. It was the nature of things : and that was the darkness, calling, sinking. A gentle moon was beautiful, enchanting : and yet a harsh sun was unwanted. Such things, dualities and sub-branches, were was a fascinating concept of human kind. And many choose the path of light : freedom, and good. However, there was still those that, charmed by the darkness, fell into lust and succumbed to it's tempting whispers. And thus, light become dark : but good prevailed and made light again. Yet under every light, there was an evil, a true dark evil that meshed with the goodness of light. It was simply the matter of controlling both in order to show what one wanted : and few understood the subtle arts of manipulation and boundaries. It was foreign, and one of the hardest things to do.

The darkness of an alley that the male was passing by was deeper. It led into an abandoned subway tunnel : and yet a startling, strange sight would catch his attention. Short black hair, and a crimson dress against the gray white tiles : the flickering lights of the tunnel barely illuminating the youthful figure. The lights made her skin almost translucent : like a ghost. Her frame was slender and small : her body was well proportioned. The figure began to move down the dangerous tunnel : a gentle, innocent girl going down a dark path. And as such, it began : a subtle dance of manipulation and of darkness against light. A naturally good person would immediately try to stop the girl : and if he shouted, she would keep going. Would he follow her? Only time would tell, as the beautiful crimson dress flowed with each of her awkward seeming movements.

A figure that wandered into the dark alley, following the ghost of a girl. Like ethereal waves, lapping on a shore that was impossible, imaginative and yet it was clearly real. A reality that was oppressing and crushing ; and yet, the drifting waves of delicate imagination. These were two married things, and fused into a single instead, letting one or the other drift off into the cast illusion of light and shadow. The myriad of truths and shadows were elegant, needless to say. Many had cast their dice in search for such a beautiful thing ; and many have failed, but sometimes, the world has mercy on those that have suffered. A mercy, or is a damnation? It was a question that was amusing, almost delicately thrilling. It was a pump of blood in a lifeless corpse ; the whirl of a clock on a dead machine ; the sudden stir of a lethargic stump ; the final cry of a long silenced foe. Ecstasy pure and longing, it was a clawing feeling to many.

A beauty, no matter how wonderful, could be marred with horror in the blink of an eye. The girl stopped moving, and soon it would become obvious ; there was no sound, no noise. Nothing that showed that there was life around the purple haired boy, and the girl that he followed. But there was a bright light ; and it shone like a delicate flutter of wings, spraying everything around the girl. And that's when it became noticeable ; a dark trail that had followed the girl, the male's steps just to the left of it. A trail that was unnoticeable in the dark, but now, it was visible. And the girl stopped, her short hair fluttering in the light breeze that danced upon the empty area. A song of the dead ; a requiem of the lost. It was a dance of death ; the smell of blood now hit. Stagnating, metallic iron. A tidal wave of rot and darkness, suddenly engulfing the senses. In a way, it had always been there. But as the charm of the girl had faded, so did the self-centered illusions ; and the ugly truth was revealed.

The dress was smeared in blood, and the girl was covered in it, has been dripping for a while. ''Ah?'' a voice spoke. It was a crystal like voice, a sort of sound that ate and yet devoured it all. Beautiful, breath-taking ; and yet the sheer mass of rippling darkness echoed. The girl turned, revealing an eye patch, and a pale, delicate face. After all, she had only turned to her side, as the light played shadows across her ivory skin. The girl's lip just curved into a bone chilling smile, as it was full of something that no girl should even think of, not from the appearance of her age.

The soft dance of utter curiosity ; the lack of surprise at the entirety of the picture. In fact, she smiled now, her lips touching into a fluttering darkness. He still refused to see the truth. What an admirable boy, as her body slipped towards him, her fingers now touching him. His cheek was curved, as with an almost hungry touch, she devoured his lips with her own. Forcefully, and yet fluttering ; the speed in which she had covered the space between her to him was immense. She was stronger too. But her touches were so light, so sensitive, as she gave him a bruising kiss. Another mind game, to play and dance around with his mind. The taste of blood had passed from her mouth to his ; metallic and dusty all at once. The entirety of her face was suprising ; after all, there was an eyepatch on her other eye, as she pulled away from the suddenly hot kiss she had given him. The dark smirk still played on her lips, as the cat, she had named him, had refused to hear her warning. Or rather, he had refused to understand it, his fascination with her blinding him to the very senses which had kept him alive this long.

Her hands roamed over his skin, slipping under his clothes. It was not a sexual or sensual type of caress. It was rough and aggressive, and even then, tinted with a hint of absolute disdain. A darkness that was swallowing, as the crimson eye of the girl was blood itself, swallowing whirling. Yes, she had decided that he would belong to her ; a whim, a moment's instance. But she had decided, and the fact that Jashin chuckled in the back of her mind, was almost amusing. The girl's grip changed, taking him by the hair and roughly yanking him down at her feet. Once down there, the girl roughly placed her foot over his throat. He wouldn't be able to move without hurting his breathing, as the girl just gave him a dancing smirk. Her voice spoke out, like a dancing melody, holding a strange darkness as she spoke to him, some of the blood dripping from her falling onto his face.

The male was shaking, trembling, asking for more. It was like he craved her darkness, craved her evil. That sent a spike of pleasure along her body. As his fingers touched her ankle, she didn't mind, as he spoke his willingness. What a fool! Did he not realize that he had just forfeited all that he was, for the sake of curiosity? Ha! A fool, like her sister. Yes, that was going to be amazingly beautiful, as she felt her entire body almost quiver. But her iron will snapped it, as she suddenly put force into her foot, sending pain in his body, preventing him from pulling her down. She was choking him with her food, as her entire face livenned up now, twisted into an unholy smirk. Had he not realize what he had just spoken!? In a way, his permission gave her absolute power over him. The girl wanted to abuse him, harm him, twist him, corrupt him. It was now a burning desire to just turn and worsen him, because she could. He had given his entire being over to her dominion ; as such, she would never, ever let him go. A small, sort sound ; and then suddenly, her voice echo'd in a dark, manic laught. 'Oh gods, you're so STUPID! Just letting a random stranger have your everything without even thinking about it! That is certain rich I tell you!' her mind stridently told him.

Her mental voice was like in hysterics, as her fanged teeth flashed in the poor light, as the girl began to stomp on him. 'Ha! Gave yourself over just like that! Fool, fool! And yet you enjoy it, don't you, sick perverted bastard! You were just aching to get hurt like this, weren't you!' her mind chided him, the edge of hysterical glee in it. A dangerous thing ; he had given himself, weak and all, over to a psycopath. The male was viciously stomped on for a few minutes, the girl certain he'd have bruises and would be bleeding as well, as she moved her foot away. Leaning over, she violently grabbed him by the hair, and threw him hard into the wall, that smirk on her lips. 'Ohh.. what a pathetic thing.. beg for forgiveness from your master.. do it~' she told him with her mental voice. She was enjoying this almost cruelly, as if she wanted to just rip him apart. The blood lust that lingered in her eyes and body was alike to a hunter, tasting their prey's weakness.

The male had brought this to himself, as she would willingly abus him over and over and over and over again. Once his body grew weak, she would attack his mind ; and vulnerable more still, his heart. She was meant to twist and destroy ; that's why she was the End. The girl scratched her nails down his chest, as she smirked. 'You said you'd follow this wholeheartedly.. what about now, little cat?' she asked him, slowly pressing her body up to him so that he couldn't escape, letting her ample curves brush up against him. Torture, abuse, torment, and a lack of self. That's what the crimson eye promise, even as the curiosity to see under the eye patch must be great.. and in a way, this close without pinning his arms, it was almost a dare. But would the male take her bait, and become her pet?

That.. she couldn't wait to see.