One She climbed into the big canopy bed and snuggled her favorite teddy bear close. His name was Bart and he wore faded denim overalls, one strap fastened with a safety pin. He was also missing an eye but the little girl wouldn't sleep without it. Her daddy pulled her blanket up under her chin and kissed her on the nose. She giggled; his beard tickled her face. "Tell me a story, Daddy." He perched on the edge of her bed and crossed his arms in his lap. "And what story would my princess like to hear," he asked his accent a shadow of the past. "You know," she said, a sly smile on her lips. "Now, now that is no story for bedtimes. You will be awake all night with bad dreams." "No I won't," she said. She sat up in bed and cradled Bart in her arms. "I like the story; it doesn't scare me." "You like it, eh?" Her father bestowed on her his secret smile. In truth it was more of a smirk. Right lip raised slightly to expose an endearing dimple beneath his moustache, his cupid's bow lips pursed so it looked like he was pouting. "I forget you are fierce, like she was." "So you know I'm not scared. It's more of a love story, anyway." He touseld her hair. "What do you know about love?" "I know that real love is worth fighting for. Tell me about Mama." "I was a mercenary, part of a group of soldiers hired by her father to protect his family. She was young, seventeen when we first met but I had just turned nineteen myself. She was beautiful, a mass of curly hair like an untamed lion. She had cat shaped eyes, too, deceptive eyes. Honey with flecks of green when she got her way, yellow, bright as the sun when she didn't. She had skin like pale honey and she was always warm." He stared off into a corner of the room as though he could will... ... middle of paper ... ... crying into the house, passing over the unholy mess her killers made and found you in our bedroom. You were in your crib, next to your mother on the bed. She'd been..." He cleared his throat before moving on. "The blood had even sprayed you. The police came and took their reports but I knew who was responsible." "And you killed them." "Yes. Our neighbors had a large family; they agreed to watch you while I was away." He paused for a moment and then finished brusquely. "The mercenary who wanted to rape her the night she snuck out I disemboweled. Her father's throat I cut." The little girl shook of her covers and crawled into her father's lap. He sobbed as she held him; his tears dampened the nape of her nightgown as she held him. She finished the story for him, whispering the last of it into his ear. "Because love is the only thing worth killing, and dying, for."
“This ones going to kill my story. It was so happy and magical.” Elizabeth fluttered to the front of the room.
"I bet my children begged for you to stop didn't they! You didn't care how hard they cried, or how much they begged, you raped them anyhow. Didn't you? Didn't you, you sick fuck?" She spat, glaring into his
Regulus released a growl of annoyance as Issei's father responded to his wife. "Ugh, and I was having a wonderful time."
“You sound a lot like me when I was younger. I used to fight in tournaments like this one until I retired. Seemed like everyone was doing it at the time, all because of the Knights of Garthram.” She said.
"Expecting," Flame's eyes closed. "We ran a little while longer until there was no escape. You then took her away and I fought off the guards, but I don't think I made it."
“Did I ever tell you about the troll I met in the Forbidden Forest?” he asked.
"I had no idea that had happened to you. It was absolutely insolent of him to say that, but he wasn’t trying to make light of your past as a sex worker, I’m sure if he knew about your past he would feel awful." I said. Her lids narrowed at me as she followed me back in. He waited for us standing cross armed.
"OH YEAH! I want Dadda to tell me a bedtime story that I get to pick out all by MYSELF!" She stage whispered excitedly.
"Go back to Hell," she gasped. The Stier eyes narrowed as he sneered and ripped off her entire arm. My mother's scream drowned everything out. Gasping, I tried to blink the tears from my face.
"The more you started showing up, the more I ended up thinking about you. My past relationships weren't going well. I just couldn't stay interested in any girl for more than a week. In the end, they were all the truly boring ones. You on the other hand, you stood up for my sister a lot, even though she was the idiotic type to keep allowing toxic people back into her life. I saw that those people would torment you or try to bully you while Giselle wouldn't do a thing out of fear. You kept at it though, for about four years. Hell, I thought it was miracle for Giselle. She had a true friend right in front of her, but she couldn't appreciate shit. Even now, she pisses me off."
I pushed him back on the bed and leaned in, so that our lips brushed against each other as I spoke, "You
"So," she started giving a short sigh. "How did you sleep? Did you dream? Were there any dreams of electric sheep?"
"That doesn't sound too bad. I'll help," she agreed, standing up. I thanked her before we went off to the kitchen. She sat at the island in the middle of the area as I started pulling out the ingredients. She asked, "So, what are you making? And what's so special about tomorrow?" I cringed. I was really hoping I could somehow get away with not telling her, even though the odds weren't in my favor.
“I wasn't that sad because I knew that God had a plan for me. I missed Princess of course, but my parents told me it was a learning moment.”