innocentchicki

“What can I get you Tony?” I asked the middle aged graying man sitting in the corner table. Tony is a regular here, but most of us avoid him like the plague unless it looks like he needs another drink. There’s just something about Tony that can make people uncomfortable around him, ever since his daughter… You see, About four years ago his 21-year-old daughter began growing teeth and claws whenever there was a full moon. Yeup, you guessed it. She’d turned into a werewolf. As hard as it was for him, being a hunter of her kind made Tony feel like he had no choice. He put her down. After doing that, well, he pissed off f

I woke up to light. Despite what had happened last night, I didn’t feel sick. My head didn’t hurt, I could breathe again, and when I moved my arm it no longer felt broken. Strange. I must have been asleep longer than I thought, though it felt like any other day to me. Without thinking I stood up. That’s right, stood. I had been sleeping on the floor underneath a wool blanket, though oddly enough it didn’t itch. Normally when I have a woolen blanket it itches like crazy… and what was with the straw? On the floor? While I was trying to work that out I seemed to have walked over to a table with an old fashioned jug on

I woke up to light. Despite what had happened last night, I didn’t feel sick. My head didn’t hurt, I could breathe again, and when I moved my arm it no longer felt broken. Strange. I must have been asleep longer than I thought, though it felt like any other day to me. Without thinking I stood up. That’s right, stood. I had been sleeping on the floor underneath a wool blanket, though oddly enough it didn’t itch. Normally when I have a woolen blanket it itches like crazy… and what was with the straw? On the floor? While I was trying to work that out I seemed to have walked over to a table with an old fashioned jug on

The second we got back to the pub me and James could tell something was wrong. Well I could tell, and James gave me one of ‘those’ looks, as if to say ‘Aww hell. What’s happened now?’, so I think he realized something was up as well. What made it really obvious was the fact that Mick and Katie were standing in the middle of the yard together, screaming their guts out at one another. They were that bad it wouldn’t have surprised me one bit if they started punching one another, it was that bad. They were yelling so much that they hadn’t heard the bike pull up, or noticed that me and James were approaching them

I’d only been walking for a few minutes when I heard the sound of a motorbike engine, and a second later James came flying into view. I stopped where I was and let him come to me. Bugger walking, my ribs were on fire. It was only when James got closer that I saw the panicked look on his face. “Are you ok?” James asked, stopping the bike in front of me and killing the engine so we could talk without having to shout at each other. “Peachy.” I replied, and made an attempt at a half smile, so he knew it was ok. I guess it was a pretty bad attempt, either that or he noticed how much my voice was shaking, because the nex

He swayed down the street, his leaks creaking, but he felt no pain. Pain was nothing now. The only thing that mattered was the Addiction.   The Addiction blocked out everything else, blurred the rest of the world. He became a moaning, brain dead vegetable, wandering the streets in serch of his beloved Addiction. It was a hunger like no other. As soon as the smell of it wafted into his nostrils it began. Everything else faded away. It was just the Addiction. He could no longer remember the man he had once been. The occasional memory would flit across his mind but it was quickly lost to the dark depths of his mind. He staggered as his fo

You wouldn't know what a fist felt like If it kissed you on the lips. Do you remember? You asked. I left. The hardest I ever hit you was the day I told you I was loving you less. Have you forgotten? You asked. I left. And I resent the things that were said But I never spoke with my hands. Didn't you get what you want? You asked. I left.

As Riker descended the stairs behind Gareth and Sorgoth he couldn’t help but overhear the conversation between Badge and the angry father. Despite the half-fiend’s deliberate change of language to infernal and the fact that they were whispering to keep their words between them he heard everything clearly.  “Is she worth it,” queried the imp.  Without so much as a moment’s reservation, Sorgoth answered, the determination rumbling through his words. “She is…she will always be worth it.”  Riker chose to stop listening at that point, unable to bear hearing more. The stirrings o

 I stared irately to the man calmly sitting across from me. He was patiently waiting for me to do something – tell him something that would make his visit worthwhile. I tried moving my hands to a less numbing position but the ropes binding them became tighter. I relaxed my shoulders, realizing that my efforts were pointless. I saw the menacing smile in his eyes before it appeared on his face. He leaned back slightly to a more comfortable position and continued waiting. I attempted to copy him but seeing as my arms were wrapped behind the back of my chair and my wrists tied to the rear legs I had considerably less mobility. “So,&

I stared at the wall--the never-ending stone wall--numbed, not knowing what to do. I was struggling to even comprehend what had just transpired. Had I… I had just almost been seduced! Coerced out of my silence by a demon, the demon. Mon Dieu, how wrong could I get? It took me many long minutes to finally return to the present, to my body, and realize I was cold and shaking, shivering again. I glanced to the pallet--his bed--and felt a tingle chase a chill down my spine. No. I wouldn’t go back to it. So cold. My body disobeyed my mind and I found myself snuggling back into his blankets as if it was the most natural, right thing to

Who am I? Where am I? The questions plagued the girl. She couldn't remember... anything. It was dark. Wet. And cold. Her breath steamed up in front of her, her muscles contracted involuntarily with shivers. She clenched her teeth together, gripping her own arms with icy fingers. The street was black and damp, steam rising from grates in the sidewalk. The buildings were made of exposed steel, graffitied concrete, and broken glass. It smelled bad, trash and urine, crumbling rock and wet asphalt. Then it started to snow. Flakes hit her bare arms and legs, her face, stinging like needles. The hairs on the back of her neck prickled in a vague