09/20/2019 08:23 PM  Friday the 13th. The Take Over. Cursed be the witch.Mini Series. Part one. Thud, thud, thus....thud.......thud....until her heart would beat no more. Black liquid consumed her heart, pumping the vile stuff around the lifeless body as the darkness her Grandfather had cursed her with took what it wanted. Alicia had no idea this would happen, for she was certain she had a good handful of years left to find the amulet of Paragon before the curse consumed her. But what she didn't know was that from the depths of hell where Alfred now lurked, he had been able to gift the curse this night to be free and do all that it wished-- regardless of the aftermath. After all, whatever happens this night will be left for Alicia to deal with come the morrow, no matter what it was. --9:00pm. Lids flickered, slowly at first but soon picking up the pace to almost attack the lights that were now hurting them. This was no person, no demon, it was a dark entity that could only live after it had spent many years of infestation and consummation of the hearts life that it beats out every day. If Alicia was happy however, things were slower despite her heart beat heightened. Lowest days was where this thing could drain on her quicker, for there was nothing better than a sad, depressed and drunk one to simply flow within and attack every weak area it possibly could. This was no longer a lost witch in need of help, this was a dark creature that wanted to have it's time, and by Satan himself it was gonna. Eyes eventually fought enough to see, peering with blurred vision around the room it was contained within. Pale pink walls, pictures of cats, humans and other various objects adorned the walls as it sat up, glancing down to the body it had been waiting so long to finally get a full hold over. "Fun", words croaked out of a dry mouth, lips cracking as it spoke-- after all the body was dead and dying until the liquid could fill the entire vessel and give it a complete new life that would last till the morning. "Alicia, I'm Alicia. Hello. Nice to meet. Nah f*** this". Originally wanting to blend in enough to mingle with her friends and family so that it could do the most damage to her before she was returned to her body. Right now she would be lost in limbo, no where to go, nothing to see and no don't sick to her stomach with the worry of it all. "Pixie" catching sight and sound of the hissing cat, clearly aware this was not her owner and daring it away, protecting the kittens that hide behind the bulge within her stomach. With one hand the body moved in an attempt to grab her, but Pixie was quick and smart enough to move with speed away from the being and flee through an open window onto next doors balcony. It had no interest to chase something so small and instead pulled the body up to finally stand, uneasily at first as it got the final grasp on Alicia. Her heart was not it's, black as the ace of spades. With this feeling and power it now had, it would head to the bedroom where after rummaging would be dressed in one of Alicias' tight black dresses-- not without ripping the sides with sharper nails. Following on was knee high black boots, hair changed from the blonde she had dyed it back to the black it desired, allowing it to fall delicately upon the slender milky white shoulders-- straight and longer. Lips were red, eyes were smoky -- though eyes themselves had changed completely and this was nothing that the creature could control. You see the soul through the eyes and now there was no soul, there was nothing but the dark entity it was lurking behind them. Therefore they would become sky grey until the thing struck, for each kill would result with them glowing a beautiful crimson as the creature felt the pleasure of watching the life drain from others. --9:58pm. Black cloak now pulled around the slender frame, hood up to keep the empty eyes hidden as Alicias vessel made it's way outside into the beautiful night. The moon lit the streets with her beauty, almost causing the creature to cry out to her, wanting her, feeling her...needing her. It wanted power, be it from the moon or not. "Ali" called out Jack, one of her neighbours as he locked his car. "You not at work tonight, girl?" bounced his voice with every step he took towards her, though as he neared his expression of glee turned to that of concern as he noted her attire. "Where you off too, early Halloween party?." With that the creature pushed left hand out, curling digits around throat before leaning down to touch her nose to his "shhhhhh, come to my party". And with that her fingers curled inwards, nails like daggers tore into flesh to eventually slice through the artery--spraying both himself and the ground with claret. "What was that?" it asked as the male choked not only from the force of the hold but from the blood building up within his throat. "Yessss" it hissed as tongue came out, licking against own fingers still lodged within throat, though the man still fought against all of this as his eyes soon became void of life. "I'm free". template credit. 0 Comments  Report Post

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12/24/2018 04:55 PM  [--Drabble--] Bonds reunited. ((I'm tired, had a few drinks and blah! So, wrote some crap--which, reading back, is crud LOL}} But, insight to the relationship Alicia did have back in England before she fled to USA. One of the main reasons she is single and refuses to love again, for her heart is tied to the one she needs to let go of, for her own good. [REUNITED IN LOVE AND PAIN] Christmas dinner, brining the broken ones together once more. 3 We all hope that Christmas would go smoothly for us, tough none more so than Alicia for she had spent the last three either burning the turkey, or getting so damn wasted she went home in a cop car or woke up in a field of some sort. Not that she was an alcoholic or anything but, she tended to drink more that she knew she could handle, blotting out the past she tried to hard to forget, yet somehow was haunted by on a daily basis. All she had to do this time was to fight the battles, watch the turkey and try to enjoy those few she had around her, if she can that is. ”Hurry up, I’ve had this turkey cooking for hours, I think it may actually be double dead now that we wont be able to eat it” pulling said turkey free from the over, juices all around it she simply shrugged as phone remained wedged between left ear and shoulder.   *Look, I am nearly there, just get everything dished up for us both and I will grab some wine, or vodka.. see which comes to eye first* he chuckled, cutting the call off and leaving Alicia to grumble about it. One thing he did knowingly to piss her off, despite the fact she was best known for cutting calls off to anyone and everyone. With that thought and another chuckle he bought a bottle of vodka, holding it in it’s brown paper bag which was now scrunched around the neck of the bottle, he had made his way to the red door that would allow him into her small apartment Thing was, she had already drunk the entire bottle of red wine she had planned to share with him, purely for the fact that she needed Dutch courage when it came to seeing Mike, even if this was only for a Christmas dinner. Reason being was that there relationship had always been rocky, more so since they had split up just a few weeks ago and decided to remain friends, ones with benefits of course which many would and had moaned at her about. Still, Alicia had once loved him very much, still did but, the violence of said relationship had finally been pushed to breaking point when he was arrested three weeks ago for assault. /--We all know that it’s one thing to escape an abusive partner, but to remain away from them when your heart still longed for their touch, their love and their affection was another thing. One that Alicia couldn’t.--/ ”You took your time” she teased, taking the bottle from him and swaying a little towards the kitchen, Mike following closely behind to make sure she didn’t tumble, more so for that fact he’d rather not have a £15 bottle of voddy smash upon the floor. Obviously there was care for his ex but, all the same he could see she had already been drinking and wanted to keep it calm, therefore refraining from mentioning anything he simply moved past her to sit upon one of the chairs at the table. *So, dinner ready then it it, and it don’t smell burnt babe so why don’t we have something to eat before we get drinking?*. His words alarmed her, why the f*** was he being so damn nice when the last year she was ‘stuck’ with him he had beaten her, degraded her and even gone so far as to attack her out in a public high street. Then, she turned. ”Where were you last night?” she spat, eyes narrowing as she began placing the food upon their plates, fire burning deep in the pit of her stomach before finally placing two blue plates full of turkey, potatoes along with many other delights that you would find on a Christmas dinner. Her eyes however had never left him, not even while she sat and poured hot gravy upon her food, uncaring that some had spilled onto her white tablecloth. This is when he stood, leaned over and snatched the jug from her, teeth gritted she returned her words with a snap, *what do you think I was f***ing doing, Ali?. Come on, why does it matter? You made yourself pretty f***ing clear 3 weeks ago when you got me banged up and threw all of my stuff out”. For some reason his words had calmed her, she could see and feel the pain inside of him. Maybe she had made a mistake, maybe he just needed help, guidance and to be shown the love that his parents clearly hadn’t. It caused a whole shamble of emotions to stir inside that she found herself pretty much at a loss of word as she began to pour them a glass of neat vodka each, hands shaking throughout the whole action. “Look, you hurt me.” She sighed, tears threatening to fall as she pushed a hand forth, small digits almost walking upon his knuckles before own pain would then rest up his equally shaking hand. “What if we tried once more” she smiles, this time a smile of pure love and devotion, not one of the alcoholic she had somewhat become to be known as. Inside she loved him, inside she needed him but her mind was worried, scared, terrified even that one day he would hurt her again. Bruises fade, words fade but the pain that etches itself inside her heart never once seemed to fade. They had broken each other over time, pushed each other to places that neither one of them thought they could ever get too, yet they did and it would always end with a man in uniform at their door, or the pain crumbled on the floor in a mess of tears and pain. *Start fresh, babe is this really what you want?*, his blue orbs danced with her emerald hues as they remained in silence, the food going cold as it sat upon their plates waiting to be devoured. “I’m one hundred percent sure”, soft words left lips as those tears fell down, smothering her porcelain skin which had now become red with the heat of the room. “I have never been more sure of anything in my life, let’s do it and work at it, work at it so hard that we can get it back to when we first met”, the very thought alone almost caused Mike to spill his own tears, yet being a man he was strong enough to keep them back, least while he was around her anyway, *I love you my Ali-Cat, you know? I always have and always will* ”I love you too, I can’t imagine a life without you, I know we have a lot to work on and, I’m determined to do whatever it takes” sipping at her vodka with her free hand she understood that the first thing she needed to do was cut down on the drink. But inside she didn’t believe she could, for she had become so dependant on it that without it she feared she would be a shell of the strong, ‘aggressive’ and protective woman of herself that she had become. Was this ‘really’ the wisest decision they would have ever made? Time will tell. 0 Comments  Report Post

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