I JUST HOPE YOU HEAR MY SILENT SCREAM {pleasant}

[PLEASANT OLIVER BERKLEY]

Pleasant laughed at her response, his eyes glued to her throat
as she swallowed. How easy it would have been to just jump
then and snap her thin beautiful neck, but he couldn't. If he
broke her now then he wouldn't have anything real to play with
later and a child without a toy to play with was just the saddest
thing. He was definitely in need of new toys with this new setting
of this island and Ghost fit quite nicely into that form for him.

She did seem a little broken, a second hand toy, but right now he
would take what he could get because he didn't see any change
on the horizon. He watched clearly amused as she tried to hide
her emotions from him. What was the point? Hadn't he already
decided that she belonged to him, so why should she have to
hide anything from him when is all belonged to him anyways?
He wanted to rip her arm away from her, make her face him but
that wouldn't due she just needed training and by the looks of it
quite a bit too.

The fingernail of his thumb stuck on his right fang as he watched
in interest, the thoughts of ownership forgotten for a moment as
those grey-blue eyes tried to figure out the young girl before him.
Evidently he had done something, but he had yet to figure it out.
It almost reminded him of some hundred years ago when he had
saved another young blonde with tears wetting her cheeks. How
he had taken a liking to that one and took down the one that
had held her chains and now she followed him from place to
place, country to country forever.

The only difference was this blonde, well this one was a striking
deer. One that had just rammed herself into solid stone, but still
a human and wonderful animal all at once. Why couldn't his
father gone and got himself bitten by some crazed beast instead
of a vampire? Then at least Pleasant would have been able to
grow, get out of this body. That was just not the way fate had
written it out though, he was stuck forever as Pleasant Oliver
Berkley, now and for all time.

Pleasant came around the side of the tombstone with his hands
clasped behind his back, looking every bit the young gentlemen
his mother had trained him to be. He may have looked the part,
but it would have been a lie to say he wasn't interested as she
now used the dress as a cover up and not wear it properly. He
hadn't live over two hundred years and not at least become
curious, oh no he had done much much more than that innocent
face would ever let on with women, men, anyone he could get to
play that game with him.

He moved quickly to her side before she would even have a
chance to protest. His left hand this time moved quickly, just
enough to get most of it off her face. "Why must they all be so
fragile and blonde?" he asked quietly in an almost sad laugh
before licking the blood off his hand.

Emptiness of present past, the silent scream to shatter us

Tag: The dear deer Ghost
Music:So Alone - Anna Blue
Notes: Ah, is my little boy changing?

[ghost]

it starts at my toes & then i crinkle my nose ! ! !
WHERE EVER IT GOES, I ALWAYS KNOW

She didn't know why Pleasant desired her so much. To simply another one of his toys until he breaks me? Well, here she was, shattered about the cemetary, as she lay her ivory-skinned back against the gravemarker, the cold, ancient marble casting chills upon her spine. She could only sit there, a broken toy, and wait for fate to fall on her. The only thing that she truly regretted is that Pleasant would be the last thing she saw, the last story her blue eyes would tell until it was time for bed, eternally. She knew, then, that she hated him with every inch of her being.

She sat there, her hands clasping about the cloth against her thin body, a product of her own doing and this islan's lack of food. Her stomach made a weak purr, too weak to achieve a growl, but her hunger was the last thing on her mind, no matter how painful it may have been; her mind was instead focusing on his hunger, the main cog in this factory of fear. The factory was closing down, however, and Ghost no longer feared him as she had begun. He could pretend, but he knew he was nothing more than a little boy, albeit a smart one. She wanted to kill him, to dance about his chest with her cloven hooves until he finally succumbed to the holy light above them. She would have loved for him to explode in a ball of flame, right there.

She didn't want to hate him. He looked, strangely, like an angel. A reminder to those strange paintings of cherubs her mother adored, cursed to always retain their precious, child-like appearance. But she'd always learned her lessons the hard way, and the on here was as clear as the blood that trickled down from her head: Looks can be deceiving.

She felt faint, dizzy, her stomach turning as she elt herself being lulled into unconciousness. She fought against it with the ebst of her power, atleast long enough to say something to stay with Pleasant for the rest of his life, or a good scar would do the trick. Hell, if she had to leave this world, she'd make sure to leave a mark in it; Ghost refused to be forgotten, and true to her name, she would haunt the mind of the boy until his death came. So, smiling, she was ready. Ready for him to kill her, jsut so she could have the pleasure of haunting him for the rest of his life, and he could pretend he had was evil, but in the end, she'd linger with him whether he'd like it or not.

She was hurt, and as she opened her motuh, another line of crimson made it's way out of her lip. She looked at him with narrow eyes, as strong as she could ever be even in her weakened state. She was tired of this boy's games, and her mind would allow them to go on any longer. "Kill me already.", she choked, a weak smile on her face, her muscles aching at the small gesture. She examined his face for some kind of expression, not suprised if he showed none. "you won't do it, will you?", she said, knowingness in her voice. She waited for him.

THAT YOU MAKE ME SMILE, PLEASE STAY FOR A WHILE NOW
please take your time,
where ever you go . . .

TAG. pleasant berkley.
WORDS. 554.
OUTFIT. CLICK.
MUSIC. winter song - SARA BAREILLES & INGRID MICHAELSON
NOTES. sorry if it sucks ._.
CREDITS. made by karma!

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