Fairytale
Once uopn a time, in a small old town named Alliku, lived a girl named Desire. She was a short girl with an abnormal thing to her. She had blue hair! Everyone adored her none the less. She was a peaceful soul, ready to help anyone in need.
The people on Alliku were rather stuck on the thought that somewhere out there was black magic, dangerous in the hands of bad, yet good in the hands of the one with goodwill. Because of Desire's abnormal hair, they kept a close eye on her. No one believe she would do something bad but everyone believed that she could be used for something bad and someone evil will come to collect her.
One stormy night, after Desire's father had blown out the candles and gone to sleep, Desire woke up. She wasn't in control of her body, but she didn't budge to where her feet were taking her. Still half asleep, she looked around the now dark trees, their shadows threating and falling over her.
"Ahh... Our guest is finally here," a tall boy walked from the trees. He was about her age but looked dark and... well.. evil.
"Why am I here?" Desire whispered, chills of fear running through her body.
"Because I want you. That's all. I want you and there's nothing more to it," he smirked then started circling Desire. He slipped his hand over her small waist and a large bird kind of a beast flew over them. The guy pulled Desire to the bird and tied her at the feet of the beast. She struggled but couldn't move. The guy himself had gone up at the head of this beast. They flew up in to the hights of the sky.
The word had already been set free that Desire was missing and by the time they flew over the town, she saw lights down at her belowed town she would never come to again. People at the town had seen the bird fly by and they also saw that glint of blue hair. Everyone went exatic, wanting to get the girl back, but they had no idea where the bird took her.
At a big stone castle, they stopped. The guy jumped off of the bird and untied Desire, pulling her roughly inside. Desire only looked at the cold marble floor, not feeling the need to look around. The guy lead him up a flight of stairs and then purshed her in a room. He locked the door but before he could walk away, Desire spoke.
"What's your name?!" she yelled.
"Why would you need that?!" the guy snapped.
"You know my name, it's only fair that I know yours," she answered silently.
"Damon." he snapped and walked away. Desire sighed and looked around the room. It was pretty but covered in trash and junk, which hid the beauty from the eye. Since I have nothing else to do, I'd better clean this place up, she thought and started picking stuff up. In only an hour, the place was squeaky clean and Desire had even found a bed under the trash. She pulled the curtains from the window and looked out.
The sun was just rising and she squinted her eyes but enjoyed the view. She couldn't get anywhere from the window, though. It was locked and under it was a moat. No leaving here, she thought. A loud bang was heard through the entire castle/mansion/house, whatever you want to call it. Desire jumped up from her sitting position at the low and wide windowsill and walked to the door.
"Damon?!" she called out. No answer. "Damon?!" she called out again. She heard another bang and then silence took over the house. Desire heard a groan of pain and she started panicking. She looked through the room until she found a needle. She ran back to the door and picked the lock. Yes, she knew how to do that, but she was afraid of Damon's reaction. She ran through the long hallway and found the stairs. At the bottom of it I found Damon lying on the ground. His eyes were barely open and he had a gash on his head. She gasped and ran to him.
"How did... You get out?" he croaked.
"I picked the lock," she admitted sheepishly. I have to close this found, she thought. She went to the window nearby and tore a piece from it's curtain. She then hurried back to Damon and wrapped the piece of cloth around his head in an attempt to stop the bleeding.
"You're not escaping.. Why are you helping me?" Damon groaned.
"If you haven't noticed yet, I'm a good girl. I help people weather I like them or not. Now what happened?"
"I don't want to talk about it," he growled and turned his head away. Desire sighed and got up. "Where are you going?" Damon yelled.
"Do you have any alcohol?" she asked, wandering to the living room. "Never mind! Found some!" She exclaimed and grabbed the bottle off the table. She went back to Damon and crouched down.
"Where's your room?" Damon gave her a funny look but started pushing himself up. Desire hurried to help him but Damon pushed her off.
"Don't. Touch. Me," he growled and started walking upstairs. He held onto his side tightly but maybe his pride didn't let Desire help him. Desire followed him upstairs and the a room. This one was as messy as hers had been. Damon gently laid down in the bed and Desire sat next to him. She took the cloth off of his head and sighed looking at the blood.
She walked around the room until she found a black towel on the ground. She walked to one of the doors in the room and opened it to find a closet. She shook her head and muttered a 'Nope' before walking to the other door. Behind it was the bathroom which she was looking for. She made the towel wet and went back to Damon. She tapped the wet towel on his forehead.
"Stop it!" he growled angrily and she knew it hurt him. She kept at it until he grabbed her arm tightly making her whimper.
"I am trying to help you, so let me!" she snapped. Damon was taken back but let her hand go and she continued what she was doing. After she had finished, she poured some alcohol on the towel and looked at him.
"This might hurt more, but it will make it better.." She started gently tapping the gash and he let out a growl, making her flinch. She didn't stop though until she felt fingers at her shirt. She paused at looked down to see that Damon had grabbed it. Maybe for support? She didn't care and continued. After she finished she wrapped a clean bandage on his head that she had found in the bathroom.
"It'll get better from here. Don't scratch it, though," she warned. Damon rolled his eyes at how protective and motherly she was.
"Don't you dare leave. I will find you if you do," he warned.
"I wont," she nodded knowing that if he went to find her, other people would probably get hurt. She strutted out of the room and down the hallway where she saw an open door. That was probably her room. She went there and indeed it was hers. She closed the door behind herself and flopped herself onto the bed. In this little time when she helped Damon she felt a new feeling. Not only her, so did Damon. He was just too stubborn to admit it to himself.
The people on Alliku were rather stuck on the thought that somewhere out there was black magic, dangerous in the hands of bad, yet good in the hands of the one with goodwill. Because of Desire's abnormal hair, they kept a close eye on her. No one believe she would do something bad but everyone believed that she could be used for something bad and someone evil will come to collect her.
One stormy night, after Desire's father had blown out the candles and gone to sleep, Desire woke up. She wasn't in control of her body, but she didn't budge to where her feet were taking her. Still half asleep, she looked around the now dark trees, their shadows threating and falling over her.
"Ahh... Our guest is finally here," a tall boy walked from the trees. He was about her age but looked dark and... well.. evil.
"Why am I here?" Desire whispered, chills of fear running through her body.
"Because I want you. That's all. I want you and there's nothing more to it," he smirked then started circling Desire. He slipped his hand over her small waist and a large bird kind of a beast flew over them. The guy pulled Desire to the bird and tied her at the feet of the beast. She struggled but couldn't move. The guy himself had gone up at the head of this beast. They flew up in to the hights of the sky.
The word had already been set free that Desire was missing and by the time they flew over the town, she saw lights down at her belowed town she would never come to again. People at the town had seen the bird fly by and they also saw that glint of blue hair. Everyone went exatic, wanting to get the girl back, but they had no idea where the bird took her.
At a big stone castle, they stopped. The guy jumped off of the bird and untied Desire, pulling her roughly inside. Desire only looked at the cold marble floor, not feeling the need to look around. The guy lead him up a flight of stairs and then purshed her in a room. He locked the door but before he could walk away, Desire spoke.
"What's your name?!" she yelled.
"Why would you need that?!" the guy snapped.
"You know my name, it's only fair that I know yours," she answered silently.
"Damon." he snapped and walked away. Desire sighed and looked around the room. It was pretty but covered in trash and junk, which hid the beauty from the eye. Since I have nothing else to do, I'd better clean this place up, she thought and started picking stuff up. In only an hour, the place was squeaky clean and Desire had even found a bed under the trash. She pulled the curtains from the window and looked out.
The sun was just rising and she squinted her eyes but enjoyed the view. She couldn't get anywhere from the window, though. It was locked and under it was a moat. No leaving here, she thought. A loud bang was heard through the entire castle/mansion/house, whatever you want to call it. Desire jumped up from her sitting position at the low and wide windowsill and walked to the door.
"Damon?!" she called out. No answer. "Damon?!" she called out again. She heard another bang and then silence took over the house. Desire heard a groan of pain and she started panicking. She looked through the room until she found a needle. She ran back to the door and picked the lock. Yes, she knew how to do that, but she was afraid of Damon's reaction. She ran through the long hallway and found the stairs. At the bottom of it I found Damon lying on the ground. His eyes were barely open and he had a gash on his head. She gasped and ran to him.
"How did... You get out?" he croaked.
"I picked the lock," she admitted sheepishly. I have to close this found, she thought. She went to the window nearby and tore a piece from it's curtain. She then hurried back to Damon and wrapped the piece of cloth around his head in an attempt to stop the bleeding.
"You're not escaping.. Why are you helping me?" Damon groaned.
"If you haven't noticed yet, I'm a good girl. I help people weather I like them or not. Now what happened?"
"I don't want to talk about it," he growled and turned his head away. Desire sighed and got up. "Where are you going?" Damon yelled.
"Do you have any alcohol?" she asked, wandering to the living room. "Never mind! Found some!" She exclaimed and grabbed the bottle off the table. She went back to Damon and crouched down.
"Where's your room?" Damon gave her a funny look but started pushing himself up. Desire hurried to help him but Damon pushed her off.
"Don't. Touch. Me," he growled and started walking upstairs. He held onto his side tightly but maybe his pride didn't let Desire help him. Desire followed him upstairs and the a room. This one was as messy as hers had been. Damon gently laid down in the bed and Desire sat next to him. She took the cloth off of his head and sighed looking at the blood.
She walked around the room until she found a black towel on the ground. She walked to one of the doors in the room and opened it to find a closet. She shook her head and muttered a 'Nope' before walking to the other door. Behind it was the bathroom which she was looking for. She made the towel wet and went back to Damon. She tapped the wet towel on his forehead.
"Stop it!" he growled angrily and she knew it hurt him. She kept at it until he grabbed her arm tightly making her whimper.
"I am trying to help you, so let me!" she snapped. Damon was taken back but let her hand go and she continued what she was doing. After she had finished, she poured some alcohol on the towel and looked at him.
"This might hurt more, but it will make it better.." She started gently tapping the gash and he let out a growl, making her flinch. She didn't stop though until she felt fingers at her shirt. She paused at looked down to see that Damon had grabbed it. Maybe for support? She didn't care and continued. After she finished she wrapped a clean bandage on his head that she had found in the bathroom.
"It'll get better from here. Don't scratch it, though," she warned. Damon rolled his eyes at how protective and motherly she was.
"Don't you dare leave. I will find you if you do," he warned.
"I wont," she nodded knowing that if he went to find her, other people would probably get hurt. She strutted out of the room and down the hallway where she saw an open door. That was probably her room. She went there and indeed it was hers. She closed the door behind herself and flopped herself onto the bed. In this little time when she helped Damon she felt a new feeling. Not only her, so did Damon. He was just too stubborn to admit it to himself.
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