Gokusen Sisters {Chapter 1} by MarnieD, literature
Literature
Gokusen Sisters {Chapter 1}
She cowered in the corner of the room and covered her ears. Her breathing was erratic and sweat coated her forehead. And the banging of a fist against her apartment door continued.
A gruff male's voice yelled, "Asari, I know you're in there! Nobody has seen you leave this place in days, so why not come out and pay what you owe me?!"
She squeezed her eyes shut and attempted to block out the noise, but it was no good. If she had the money for rent she would've paid it by now, but she had been fired from work a couple of weeks ago. And her money had dwindled into nothing. She was poor, useless and exhausted. More than anything she wanted to cu
The distressed girl continued kneeling on the floor and clutched her aching head. After months of not having eaten properly, her hunger was fully sated and she didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
Was she meant to be happy? Angry? Scared of what she might once again become?
She just didn't know.
And her confuddled mind only worsened when she felt a coarse hand grab roughly onto her arm, and try to get her to her feet.
"Come on darling, time to stand up." A sickening voice sounded above her head. "You did well, my girl ~"
Hair obscured her face, hiding her expression and her chest rose fiercely with every breath. Not comprehending what sh
Red pinpricks glowed in the darkness and seemed to be the sole source of light. (Y/n)'s eyes burned with hunger, anger and grief that only the broadest part of her felt.
Blood coated the walls, floor and splashed on the ceiling... Who knows how it even reached there - but somehow (y/n) made it happen.
Screams that once filled the room were now non-existent, as (y/n) continued the bloody massacre; satisfying the fire that burned in her blackened heart.
Bloody Red can't stop, no she won't stop. She owned this very night, and it felt so wonderful.
Her breathing was erratic, and she shredded the meat to the bone, adding to the pile that fille
Cries of pain and suffering drowned out the silence of the room, and were soon joined by the growls that emitted from the female ghoul's throat.
The room was mostly dark, save for the light that flooded in from the bottom of the door; it added to the eeriness of the situation. Red eyes glowed in the darkness and sharp incisors gleamed, as the female lunged at the nearest bloodied body.
Her teeth sunk into flesh and blood spurted out, coating her face and her barely there clothes.
With skin dyed bloody red, she continued in her frenzied state and seemed like she would never stop.
This... this was her true self.
It was said before but thro
The supposed betrayal of Uta hurt more than the hand that dug into her arm. The hand that belonged to her father, who was dragging her to who knows where.
Quite forcefully at that.
Tears sprang to her eyes, but she wouldn't let them fall. She didn't want to give him the satisfaction of seeing her in an even more weakened state.
As they got closer to their destination, the smell of blood drifted towards them; permeating in the air and drenching everything with its foul, but delightful, stench.
(Y/n)'s stomach churned in disgust and anticipation.
It had been so long since she had tasted meat.
It had been so long since she felt the blood o
"F-father..." She stuttered, as the man she feared the most entered the room.
"It's been a while darling, daddy's missed you." He unfolded his arms in an expectant manner, and feigned rejection when his daughter didn't jump into his arms
He wasn't surprised by said rejection though - he was very aware of her hatred towards him.
Her hatred only spurred him on.
He needed her to be stronger, to be the best of all the ghouls, he wanted to unlock her unlimited potential and he would stop at nothing to make it happen.
Whatever it costs. Whatever it takes.
He ignored her thoughts on the matter.
What she thought didn't matter, all she had to d
(y/n) could continue to deny the attraction and pull she had towards the male ghoul, whose lips were still locked to hers, but that would ultimately be lying. It had constantly been there, since way back in the day. The days of them massacring through the human villages and not leaving even a single bone in sight.
During those times, they shared more than just food and the thrill that went with the kill; they shared much, much more. And that was something that she could never forget.
He was hers and she was his.
Everything...
Everything was different, but yet it was the same.
What had changed, nevertheless, was (y/n)'s mental state and h
With their hearts alight and their chests burning they stared at each other.
In that moment all thoughts of her father, all thoughts of what happened in the past and everything that had transpired afterwards were swept away in their minds.
All they wanted was each other.
Sure, things could never be forgiven, and of course there was still all that history between them.
Also, the threat of her father barging into the room at any moment — unless Uta had already dealt with him beforehand — still lingered in the air. But right now, that didn't matter.
It had been so long. So long since these feelings had become so overwhelming, so
These... These were the feelings she had been missing. The ones that filled the void that was her very self.
Elation, excitement, this arousing feeling.
They were like none other.
You'll regret it in the morning, though.
No! Even if the world round her came crashing down at this very moment, she wouldn't regret it.
Darkness. Darkness was what she entailed: it was her life, her sense of self, it was something that enshrouded her mind and refused to leave her alone.
At one point, she hadn't minded the darkness - it was a part of her after all, but after the incident that ended it all, she was petrified.
Afraid of what she was, of what sh
Blood surged through her veins, ever gaining speed and rushing upwards, until they pooled behind her closed eyes.
The dirty blindfold didn't do much to hide the glow that emitted from underneath. Black stained her eyes until white was no longer visible, and her irises were the colour of blood.
Rage, grief and pain swarmed throughout her body and threatened to devour her whole.
It overcame her, and she did nothing to put a halt to it.
She was fed up. Tired of her dad governing her life, and she was fed up of having to hold back on the part of her that wanted to be dominant.
She was a ghoul, there was no denying it and it wasn't something
Gokusen Sisters {Chapter 1} by MarnieD, literature
Literature
Gokusen Sisters {Chapter 1}
She cowered in the corner of the room and covered her ears. Her breathing was erratic and sweat coated her forehead. And the banging of a fist against her apartment door continued.
A gruff male's voice yelled, "Asari, I know you're in there! Nobody has seen you leave this place in days, so why not come out and pay what you owe me?!"
She squeezed her eyes shut and attempted to block out the noise, but it was no good. If she had the money for rent she would've paid it by now, but she had been fired from work a couple of weeks ago. And her money had dwindled into nothing. She was poor, useless and exhausted. More than anything she wanted to cu
Rivers of blood ran like rivulets down the alleyway as it made its way down to the streets outside, and stained everything in a dark red.
Breathing heavily, her body still in excruciating pain in the places that had been either torn apart or ripped off. The parts that had been lost, had left behind a dull ache and her still beating heart struggled to keep up a rhythm. To say she was in the greatest of shapes would be an understatement. It was only thanks to her regeneration and ghoul body that she was still alive. If she was a regular human, she would've been dead long ago.
She was weak and she knew it. It had been so long since she had fea
Uta laid (y/n) on his sofa not caring if she was bleeding out on his clean floor or furniture. At this moment, he just cared about her body's condition and despite himself, he was happy to be able to even lay his eyes on her again.
It had been so long since he had seen her and it was probably his fault that he had lost contact with her, not that he would ever admit it to her. The last thing he wanted was to see that smug look on her face, the one that excited him, but he loathed it at the same time.
Right now he was rummaging through his cupboards, searching for the bits of meat he had been saving for a special occasion, or when he really n
Through blurred vision she could just make out the blood that stained the walls and coated the floor. Excruciating pain racked her body, making it hard to think let alone move.
Her perked up ears picked up on the sounds of the blood-curdling cries of her mother and siblings.
Scanning the room, her eyes locked with the black eyes of the very ghoul who was bringing out those pained voices, as he devoured the people she cared for.
Distant laughter faded into the background as she felt someone roughly shake her shoulders, rousing her from her deep sleep.
And the very eyes that haunted her nightmares met with her (e/c) ones.
Her breathing sou
(y/n) found herself in the passenger seat of what could only be described as a meat wagon, and from the putrid smell wafting from the back, she didn't even have to ask what was back there. The smell of blood and urine was too thick for anyone to be unable to work it out.
Humans. Lots of humans.
If it was the old (y/n), she would've lost all of her senses and gone crazy for even a taste of some meat. But now it just made her nauseous.
Why was she even allowing herself to be dragged along like this?
She didn't even want to be anywhere near the ghoul beside her. But no matter how much she disliked it, there was just something about him that
"Don't you just miss this?" The silhouette whispered seductively in her ear, tightening it's grasp on her shoulder.
"Isn't this what you've always desired?"
"Shut up!" (y/n) whisper-shouted, attracting the attention of the ghouls that were closest to her.
Of course they couldn't perceive the thing that was behind her; if you could even dub it a thing. It was nothing but a shadow of her own self.
The dark her, the blackened her, the her she tried to keep hidden.
It dampened her soul, twisting it, making it almost unrecognisable, even to the very person it belonged to.
It was the part of her that was, that used to exist, before everything
BLOOD BLOOD BLOOD
DEATH DEATH DEATH
BLOOD DEATH BLOOD.
The scent of death, dyed in red, rotten corpses. This was her life, whether in dreams or in reality.
That was her life. The one she had led in reckless abandon. Without a care in the world.
The very world that held the darkest creatures of the night, and she had been the darkest of them all.
Things changed once she encountered the ghoul that set her blackened heart racing and blood pumping faster through her veins.
He was her companion, her rock, her lover.
And he tore it from her: her racing heart and stained her vision red. Blood red.
Why had he done it? Why had he ruined every
(Y/n) reluctantly crossed the threshold of Uta's shop. It felt as though countless empty eyes were watching and waiting for her to make her next move. Of course they were only the masks that hung around the room, with nothing to embody them.They were eerie and almost mocking.
Why was she feeling so empty, so unsure? It was an odd feeling, one she hadn't experienced in a long time.
Feeding on humans — feeling their blood slide satisfactorily down her throat — was something that helped to ease the emptiness she felt.
But that was in the past.
And now, not even the sight of Uta could help fill the void. The hole that was deep.
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The sofa shifted as Uta joined (y/n), who was quite obviously avoiding his gaze - his deep and penetrating gaze.
He watched and waited to see what she would do: if she would do anything at all. But she hadn't moved in the slightest. The only sign that she was aware of his presence was her shifting gaze, and her eyes would always unwillingly turn to him.
It was quite obvious that the female ghoul was uncomfortable, and it was the first time that Uta had seen her like this. They had both been in awkward situations, and often in close proximity off each other. Yet, she had never been fazed by it. (y/n) wasn't one you could freak out easily.
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