Crimson Passion

***No, I didn't forget him. Whose at the door? I don't know what to post ??? :'( ***

Shaun waited until she was in the closet before he slipped to the door and opened it glaring at the young boy standing in front of him in a boyscouts uniform.

"Want some popcorn?" The boy asked. Shaun hissed.

"Cut the act, demon, and get the hell away!" Shaun hissed. The demon's smile faded and he glared.

"You have the girl in there. I want her." He hissed.

"She's mine, now leave!" Shaun hissed. "I'll kill you if you don't."

Tuff whined and pawed at the back of the closet.

"What are you doing? Sshh. I'm trying to listen," I said. Tuff immediately stopped. I reached out my hand for him and I felt his wet nose. I pulled him close and pressed my ear against the door. All I could hear was muffled words and yelling that sounded very weird. I wanted to know who was at the door so badly, but Shaun clearly said to stay here until he came and got me. I leaned back. "This is probably going to take a while," I said yawning. I put my head on TUff's stomach. Before I knew it, I was asleep.

**That's all I got right now. I'm thinking of a new idea for a writing.

Shaun looked at the demon and frowned. "Listen, bud, leave now." He hissed.

"That girl belongs to us! She belongs to the demons!"

"If you don't remeber vampires are demons, and your looking at one right now." Shaun hissed back. To anyone else they weren't arguing, but to Shaun, the boy, and Ettabell they were arguing.

"Vampires are out casts." The demon hissed.

"No, we're the most dangerous demon." He replied. "We're meant to be the worst."

I woke up from a very short nightmare. Or was it? Was I even awake? The first thing that I thought was Deadlove. He was here. I was looking through his eyes. Then I could hear from his ears. It was all very scary and I didn't know if it was a dream or not.

"No. I am the outcast," Deadlove said. A little boy turned and his eyes were pitch black.

"Deadlove," the boy whimpered. He had multiple voices. That's when it hit me. Why was I a hit for demons? Why me? Deadlove turned to Shaun and he looked angry. "Deadlove, I am terribly sorry. Please spare me. I was only here to take the girl. I didn't know you were coming," the boy continued.

"It shall be looked over this once. Don't ever return. The girl belongs to Shaun," Deadlove said looking back at Shaun. His eyes lightened and he would of smiled if it was the right moment. The demonic boy dissapeared into a cloud of dust and I saw my kitchen, my bedroom, and the closet door. The sight left me quickly as the door creaked opened carefully. "Ettabell? It's Deadlove, darling. You can come out now. You musn't tell Shaun what you saw. Here he comes now. Don't tell him I had contact with you either. Goodbye, love. Until next time. THe next demon." and with that I fell out of the closet. I don't know how, but I did. I fell right into Shaun's arms. I embraced him and I didn't dare to let go. I waited for words to fall from his mouth.

Shaun hugged Ettabell close. "It's alright." He chuckled. "Just a wondering boy."

"Why did I go to the closet?" She asked.

"He smelled of a demon." He shrugged not wanting to worry her. "Come on, you need to eat."


***Ugh, I'm so upset. I can't post good right now. :'(***

*Awe it's okay!*

Shaun walked me to the kitchen. I was so weirded out right now. I just wanted to sleep.

"Shaun?" I asked.

"Yeah? What's wrong?" He replied.

"I-I just want to sleep right now. I am not hungry. Not at all. Will you help me and tuck me in?" I asked in a frilly, little girl voice.

***I can't post either! Way TOO happy!***

Shaun scooped Ettabell up in his arms and carried her back to the bed pulling the covers aside and then laying her down.

"YOu want me to stay with you?" He asked as Tuff jumped on the foot of the bed laying his head by her feet.


**I dont' blame you. That's how I was two days ago before everything hit.**

"Of course! You aren't allowed to leave, either. Stay right here and you have to keep at least one arm around me. You can't move, or eat, or get up to pee...none of that. Stay," I said with a yawn. I was being bitchy, but you would be too if you had just seen what I had. He did what I said though and it wasn't long until I fell asleep...into a dream that opened my eyes to see blurs.

The rain pounded the ground as the sticks did the drums. Everyone was crowded around the crusification ground. There was a select few that refused to show their faces and wore a robe over themselves. A hammer hit a nail and a scream went out. It was all too terrifying. Blood dripped down the bodies hanging from the crosses. The horror...it was unbearable. Then the drums stopped and silence spread across the crowd. Their was no more yelling or chanting. The men on the crosses no longer were screaming from their pain. A little girl stepped from the people with shackles on her hands and feet. Her bleach white hair was waving through the wind and her ice blue eyes shined with tears. No one dared to say a word. She was released from her metal braceletts. She could of ran, but she didn't. She walked to a podium in front of the lead cross. She turned to a masked man and knelt before him and he placed a crown of thorns upon her head carefully. She stood back up and faced the crowd of faces watching this as if they enjoyed every second of it, as if they were savoring the taste of the bloody, salty air. The same masked man that placed the crown upon her head lifted her up to the cross and a seperate man placed a nail on her wrist. He pulled back the hammer and brought it back neatly, slamming the nail through the girl's flesh making a sound that would ring through man kind's head forever. She didn't scream. She hung there mute. He nailed her feet together and to the board and then her other hand. One glistening tear fell to the ground and once it did the rain stopped. The people gasped and one screamed out. Clouds and lighting rumbled behind her and the sun shined through one opening. When it closed all went dark. The girl's hair turned black as tar. Same with her heart.

I woke up screaming.
"Shaun!" I reached beside me and he wasn't there. I looked around and realized I could see a blur. I jumped up and ran. Everything was a blur but I knew my way around. I ran straight into him.

"Ettabell! What are you doing up? You are suppose to be sleeping," he said grabbing my shoulders trying to pull me in for a hug.

"No! Get away from me! You bastard! You left me!" I screamed. I was hitting his chest constantly and crying at the same time. He was just standing there. I couldn't tell what emotion he was having because I could only see the outline of his body. "You left me! Why did you leave me! I told you not too!" I finally broke down and stopped. I just fell into his arms and he took me gladly...I think.

Shaun held her close. "Ettabell, you were asleep for a long time and I had to go feed or I would've killed you. I can't do that." He whispered softly. "I'm sorry, I didn't want to, but it got to the point where it was either kill you, or leave for a few minutes."


**Tears, all I had. Good post though. My brain is dead. If not for my guy I'd die or kill someone. He's my sanity. **

I choked on my tears.

"I don't care. What if I got up and you were gone? What if another demon was here? What if I was kidnapped or if I didn't wake up? When I asked you not to leave I asked for a reason. Never do that again," I whispered. Tears were still rolling down my cheeks. I didn't let go of him though, and he didn't let go of me. We just stood there holding eachother. I almost fell over one time. Then we parted. "I'm gonna get a shower, kay? Sorry about my freaking out," I said looking down at my feet. I was surprised that I could still see blurs. He cupped my chin and pulled my face up kissing my forehead.

"It's okay. You go get your shower. I will make you something to eat now," he said smacking my butt as I walked away. I jumped and smiled back at him. I walked into the bathroom and the whole world seemed to stop. Deadlove was here because I was seeing through his eyes. He was at our door then at my bedroom door. I tried to turn but I was frozen where I was. I tried to scream for Shaun, but I couldn't speak. I didn't know what was going to happen and I was scared.

Shaun heard Tuff growling low and he turned and darted up the stairs. Deadlove was standing in front of Ettabell with a look on his face that Shaun didn't like. He quickly moved to her side and wrapped his arms around her waist.

"Deadlove." He said flatly. Deadlove's face went back to normal, if you could call it that, and he almost smiled.

"Tuff is quiet the gaurd."

"What are you doing in here?" Shaun demanded. "You know this is our house, you really should knock."

"She knew I was here." Deadlove smiled.

"Doesn't matter." Shaun hissed.

"Well, word in Hell is your girl is pregnant with a powerful little girl. I was just seeing if that was true. And it is," Deadlove replied to Shaun. I couldn't see him, only the outline of his body. He was very skinny, but he kept changing body forms, or that's what it looked like from here. "Well, I'd hate to keep you. I guess I shall get going. I will be back to check on her baby to make sure it develops well. Just think of me as...Uncle Love," he said and he left. Shaun turned me to him and seemed to look me over everywhere.

"Are you okay? Did he hurt you? Are you really pregnant?" he asked. I shrugged.

"Yes, I am fine. No, he didn't hurt me...at least I don't think so. And I don't know. How did he know that? How does anyone know that? Hell, I'm the carrier," I answered.

"I thought it was immpossible because Vampires and Humans can't produce children...at least that was what I was taught," he said. He gave me another hug and just held me there as he ran his fingers through my hair. I could feel it that he was thinking.

"Do you want to know what I haven't donw in a while?" I asked with my cheek pressed against his chest.

"What?" he replied.

"Paint," I said with a smile.

Shaun laughed. "Do you want to paint?" He asked gently. "We have all you need downstairs."

"That'd be nice. I need to think too." She smiled. He nodded and led her downstairs and got everything she needed putting it where she needed it.

"I'm going to sit right over here." He said softly. She just nodded as her hands ran over all her tools getting the feel of it.

Pregnate His mind said. Could she really be pregnate? He sniffed the air, her scent was a little stronger, there was something there, but Pregnate? She couldn't possibly be pregnate could she. That just didn't make sense.


*Tears, it's been a long day. I might lose my dog because someone said he attacked their dog when one of the stupid neighborhood kids let him off the dog run. I don't think he did. But I'm worried*

**It will be okay. You will get your dog back. I've got a feeling!*

I hadn't done this is such a long time. I could actually see the outline of the canvas and the colors. I smirked as I gently dipped my brush in the paint. I ran it over the thick cloth easily. I closed my eyes because I was used to painting while I couldn't see. Then, I lost control of my brush. I wasn't moving it. Something else was.I opened my eyes only to be able to see a little more. It was less of a blur and I could see the picture. It was the little girl that I had seen in my dream but at a younger age...in a cribb. There was a shadowy figure that was cast out over her little body and it looked like blood dripping from her mouth. I gasped and threw the painting down. I turned to Shaun because I knew he would be up jumping for the painting.

"Leave it. It's a rough sketch...a bad one," I said. He nodded.

"Alright," he said while he was nodding. Apparently, this once, he couldn't tell that I could see a little. Now, I could see whatever I could focus on, but I could only see it as less of a blur. I smiled and started to paint again. I had as much control over this one as I could. It turned out to be a painting that I wanted to paint. It was the girl out of my dream but she was actually happy in this one. She was laughing and soaking in the sunlight.

"Alright. I'm done. It's not my usual paintings, but it's a painting. I'm going to go and get something to drink. I will be back to paint some more. I expect critiques from you when I return," I said leaving the room. How could I be so stupid? I left the painting that was 'bad sketch' in the same room with Shaun. I will never hear the end of it if he looks at it.