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If I kept moving it wouldn’t hurt so bad.
People think that I must be a very strange person. This is not correct. I have the heart of a small boy. It is in a glass jar on my desk. Steven King
Blythe Pearl knew what true horror felt like. And I was all sorts of fucked up for finding that sexy as hell. Her ass helped too.
She called herself a ghost. But I was the one that was going to haunt her.
When I was a child, I was afraid of ghosts. When I grew up, I realized people are more scary. Unknown
Anxiety was like being on a treadmill while being chased by a lion. I was constantly spinning my wheels but getting nowhere but closer to the carnivore’s maw.
I was the darkness. I was worse than any of their problems. Scarier than any of their mundane fears. My past was always worse than theirs. My mistakes . . . jewels in my crown.
Monsters are real, and ghosts are real too. They live inside us, and sometimes, they win. Steven King
Dragon, Wolf, and Devil were who I called my found family. My chosen brothers. And me? I was Ghost.
I wanted to fuck every ounce of fear out of her. I wanted to fuck her brave. Because she could be brave now because she had me, and I’d kill anyone trying to hurt her.
Believe nothing you hear, and only one half that you see. Edgar Allan Poe
“Alright, I’m following a bird costumed guy into a tree. This is fine,”
His aroma touched each breath I took: bergamot, lavender, and oakmoss.
This is my costume. I'm a homicidal maniac. They look just like everyone else. Wednesday Addams, The Addams Family
Change was its own form of amnesia. It crept in like a stealthy killer and crowned its victims with false security.
And Blythe, my Little Ghost, tasted like fear, and sadness, and hopelessness.
The truth wouldn’t set me free. The truth would damn me.
Walls have ears. Doors have eyes. Trees have voices. Beasts tell lies. Beware the rain. Beware the snow. Beware the man You think you know. Catherine Fisher
“Little Ghost?” “You called yourself a ghost the first day we met in my office.” A small sad smile swooped over her pink lips. “I guess I’m haunting you, then.” “I’d love to be haunted by you,” I replied, surprised by the breathlessness that had overcome me, and it wasn’t from the ride.
Is evil something you are? Or is it something you do? American Psycho
“I’m not the hero. I’m the villain. I’m so evil I make the gates of Hell shudder.
Though, anyone who identifies as a witch is one in some way. You just have to find your thing. Maybe you always find the best deals thrifting, or the weather is always nice when you make plans. Magic is everywhere. Us witches just notice it more. We harness it.”
One need not be a chamber to be haunted. One need not be a house. The brain has corridors surpassing material place. Emily Dickinson
I wanted to shake her and scream, you don’t have to be afraid anymore. You have me. And then chain her to my bed and yell, you should be very afraid now that you do.
And I thought to myself as I watched her brush her hair, I could live like this until she died peacefully of old age. I could follow her and look after her. Then when she left her physical body, I’d find her soul and follow it too. Blythe would be my new guiding light, not dissecting the limitations of my curse, not school, or careers, or even my friends.
Hell is empty and the devils are here. William Shakespeare
“You’ll never have to chase me.” His deep timbre shook through me. “I will haunt you for the rest of your days and then some, Little Ghost.”
“No gods, I devoured them all. Only me, fucking my virgin on my grave. Watching you take my demon fucking monster cock.”
On the other hand, what I like my music to do to me is awaken the ghosts inside of me. Not the demons, you understand, but the ghosts. David Bowie
You have witchcraft in your lips. William Shakespeare
“What makeup look goes best with being interrogated by witches before a date with an Archdemon?”
“Mhm . . ” She pulled off, the cold air of the cave assaulting my dick. I needed her back. “I’ll be your demon whore.”
Blythe kissed me like Ames would kiss his wife before a priest on their wedding day. Blythe kissed me like she believed she could love a fallen beast. I kissed Blythe like the monster who stalked her in the night. I kissed Blythe like a virtuously wicked thing I wanted to keep forever. I kissed Blythe as if my entire woeful existence depended on it. At this point, it did. She was everything. My only reason to roam this universe as the despicable being I was. Now I was hers. Her slave for eternity.
But for some reason, I can’t stay away from you. I want to breathe you in and let you live in my lungs and carry you everywhere I go, Blythe.”
But the church attic had my demon . . . and my demon did that thing with his tongue.
“Creepy,” I whispered. Onyx shook his head and walked to the front. “You hang out with monsters, but church is creepy?
I promised, “I’ll always protect you, Little Ghost, from this dark and twisted world of monsters. You’re mine.”
“Blythe is Death, and she needs no saving.”
“That’s not all we are,” I replied softly. “We are more than what’s happened to us, Ellie. Maybe they caged us because we’re the scary ones.
We stopped checking for monsters under our bed when we realized they were inside us. Charles Darwin
I WAS DEATH.
His lips dropped to mine, but before they touched, he whispered, “All because a demon fell in love.”
I’m Blythe Pearl and I am Death. A Reaper. And I have never felt so alive.
