Demon of My Heart
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Yu-Gi-Oh › Het - Male/Female
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Yu-Gi-Oh › Het - Male/Female
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Adult +
Chapters:
4
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The story is a work of fiction, and I do not yugioh and i make no money from this
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“Thinking”
“Talking”don’t own any animation characters within this story, own my OC-Grace!
Previously on Demon of my Heart:
“So what’s your name,” Tye said without breaking his smile. “My name is Tye Bowman,” he said with a happy smile and dry tear stains upon his shirt and red cheeks.
Blinking at the question that seemed odd to her but apparently normal to him. “Hmmm.” Continuing on her strait walk to the main entrance, the child kept staring at her.
“My name is Grace”.
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The young human walked ahead of me. He had picked up a fallen and forgotten caterpillar fruit turning and twisting it between his nimble fingers. This human was something else; despite my instincts telling me this is a bad idea leads me to want to protect him more. The child stops suddenly. Turning towards me he asks in a small bird like chirp, “What kinda fruit is this. You can’t even eat it. It’s so hard to bite; I think I even broke my tooth”.
The woods were quite active this evening “I wonder what happened to all the noise I heard just a few minutes ago”. Grace thought as she leaned against a large flat boulder with arms crossed over her chest, as her left foot was tucked behind the right foot, her wings and tail were hidden. Before the human and I left for the back way out we stopped close to my house so I could change for later tonight. Wearing black leather shoes boots, tight black leather pants with a matching tank top, with leather bands on my right shoulder and along my left wrist up to my elbow. Since we were only a few miles away, I was listening to the woods, everything was dreadfully silent all except for a few flocking birds--no wind, unnatural. Hearing something scurrying about, field mice maybe. Something’s coming this way; readying myself for combat…it was nothing, maybe. I soon felt a disturbing pressure near my abdomen. Peering down with surprise Tye was looking up at me with his large dull green eyes shining as if he was about to cry, again. I let out a large breath that I didn’t even know I was holding. This tyke was beginning to annoy me seeing now that he was the cause of my alarm. So to satisfy his needs until we get to the exit I might as well help him with his food cravings and mine, for a short time.
I grabbed the fruit moving it between my own fingers; the smooth surface it is easily disguised as a regular squash but inside, inside it’s a little different. The caterpillar fruit really lives up to its name. The fruit is normally grown such as an apple would but when it’s about to be harvested caterpillars burrow inside the fruit near the stem. They breed and grow over a short period of time. When plucked from the tree it’s normal on the outside but red like a watermelon and has fully grown tent caterpillars within. When cooked the bugs inside erupt and create a gooey substance that tastes like sugary candies, they are still in protein. Of course, I prefer them raw.
Tye looked like he was going to puke when I swallowed a caterpillar whole and offered him one as well. “Are you kidding me, you want me to eat something like that. NO Way absolutely not possible. I m-mean it’s all squirmy and it-it…” the child was absolutely flabbergasted. A bug was crawling between my fingers. I held up the worm and dropped it into his hands. He looked at me in a queer fashion silently begging weather I was sane or not.
I began walking back to the main path, he followed behind. It’ll be nighttime by the time we get there. Continuing our stroll, Tye walks behind me with a disturbing face as he pinched his nose closed as he held the wiggling worm up to his mouth, chewed, and then swallowed. I took another caterpillar out and chuck the container into the wood. His face made me laugh as a deep chuckle reverberated down my throat. My chuckle that was accompanied by a small childlike groan “That’s not funny”.
Strolling into town with the human child in my arms I feel a sense of possession upon me. Ignoring that fact with a shake of my head I walked towards the child’s house on New Hectors Rd. His house was next to Little Franks' auto shop, what a rundown piece of crap that is, and right across from the church. What people believed in now adays was completely beyond me. Leaning the boy up against his family’s front door I knocked twice and left. Simple as that, I didn’t turn back to see what happened and I didn’t care, sort of. What I really wanted to do was feed, now.
Maxx’s Bar wasn’t too far off I walk briskly into the bar. I am once again the center of attention and they are the center of my hunger. My blue eyes scan the dance floor and the bar they soon lock onto another pair of blue eyes. My leather clad body walked up to the lean figure hanging about the bar, I had found my first meal of the night. “Hello I’ll take a Bloody Mary and you to go”. My voice was like velvet sweeping across the bloody rivers of Hell as I escorted the brunette out the back door with my drink in hand.
-------------To Be Continued------------
Shade: end of chapter 3 next up chapter 4
Kira: They know duh, 4 does come after 3, anyway minor character death in next chapter feed.
Shade: don’t have to be so mean.
Kira: review—the author will post Pleasurable Prison soon