Thread for Horror Fanfics Index | New Thread | Reply | Close | Stick | Delete  Horror Fanfics The GM 11:04pm, October 04, 2015 [Edit] [Delete] Just a place to add drabbles and the like, to fit into the lore.  A Chance Meeting The GM 11:11pm, October 04, 2015 [Edit] [Delete] "So you are the one known as Professor Broom?" It was not a meeting he was readily going to forget anytime soon. It was WWII yet...Hitler and his Nazi party had begun their attack, to conquer the world through science and sorcery in a manner that had not been repeated since the Golden Army marched upon the forces of Man. And he was young, in a way. By the standards of the world, he was only in his late thirties...Or was it forties? He could scarcely recall the last time he had been bothered to recall age. It was a chance meeting then. He had his son in his arms, and was watching as he ate nutrition bar after nutrition bar, down the hatch and so fast as he could hardly believe he was chewing. He supposed it was because of that, that his wariness was sharp. Honed from a near lifetime of fighting the creatures that bump in the night, it had only increased in sensitivity knowing he was responsible for the life that laid in his arms. And every instinct screamed to beware of the person before him. She was pale, with eyes red as blood and hair black as night. Like a demonic vision of Snow White, her age physically appeared no more then fifteen or sixteen. Clad in white fur and boots mud-splattered from the recent rains, save for the giant Thompson submachine gun she wielded in one hand as though it was a toy, she might have been an heiress as found anywhere in Europe nowadays. All of which failed to fool Professor Broom in the least as his newly found son burped and cuddled against him, his tail flicking back and forth as Professor Broom himself named the creature before him. "I am. And you must be the Vampire attached to Arthur's organization." She giggled, delighted that he saw through her as she winked and did an odd skip and half bow. "You are as clever as they say! And you know my Master as well!I must say, I was curious about you when I first heard of you here." She cocked her head to the side and grinned, showing her fangs off as she spoke. "The great authority on all things mystic...Trained and learning from Monks and Mulah's from Tibet to Istanbul! Triumphant warrior over the Baroness of Blood! Champion of Humanity! Which is why I am so very curious, good professor....Why?" "I don't know what you're talking about." The atmosphere seemed slightly more charged now as the vampire's expression didn't change, but nevertheless the air seemed to grow colder...Her eyes had a dim glow...And then his son woke up. Crying at the strange feel, upon which she stopped instantly and approached to look at him. Professor Broom supposed that even to a vampire, his son was unique...From the rocky, right hand that was nearly as big as the rest of his body, to his horns and his tail...Not to mention the red coloration. All in all, he was the perfect picture of a demon as people believed they were. And here he was, claiming him as his own. Now he realized...She was confused and aloud he spoke. "What is a man, my dear? Is it his innate nature? Or circumstances? These are questions that many ask and fewer find that they can answer...Myself, I know only I must do as my conscious dictates. Yes, I am and have done all you have named...I have attempted to have been a force for good. But righteousness, when truly accomplished does not mean zealotry. I can recognize innocence...I can dispense mercy at need." And looking down at the face of his son, absurdly pleased by how he smiled at him, he said softly. "And because of that, I must do what I must. I cannot be myself otherwise." "....Well said, professor." There was a faint clink and Professor Broom snagged out of the air a bronze coin...No, an emblem of some kind as the girl was suddenly standing by the entrance of the tent to leave as she spoke. "I had to see for myself....You truly are much like him. And because of this, in time of need be it a year or even fifty or a hundred years...If your son requires my aid and bears that amulet, I will do what I can to assist. Hehehehehehehe....To think there are two such a ones that have walked this earth! AHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Uncertain, Professor Broom looked down at the symbol, curious as to what it was....And gaped with surprise. He knew what it was...Who it represented. Every Hunter in this line of work knew his name and he looked up again, but the girl was gone...And Hellboy, his son reached for the amulet, the symbol of a famous, Dutch doctor as her voice whispered as though far away. Till next we meet....Heir to Professor Abraham Van Helsing's work." And with that, he knew the name of his visitor... His eyes closing as he whispered a name long thought dead...Now he knew better. "Dracula....."  There But For the Grace of God I Go... The GM 11:13pm, October 04, 2015 [Edit] [Delete] "-MY LADY!" The Death Eater rushed through the manor in which they retained as their headquarters. The sounds of intense, magical warfare echoing in the halls he had vacated as he went straight up to the throne room. So dubbed by her Ladyship, the nominal leader of the Death Eaters. They who would conquer all, they who would unleash the Beast in ways that most magus hardly dreamed of. At first, it seemed a wonderful lifestyle...Every hedonistic pleasure sated, every dark instinct indulged. Like a wild Baachas feast, with the Dark Lady leading the way. Every rampage, every orgy more wild then the last. But all good things came to an end, and he burst into the room as he fell to his knees before her. The Dark Lady, the High Priestess of Hecate and mouthpiece of the Shrouded Ones. Bellatrix Lestrange. He dared to glance up, when a lack of a reply or reprimand for barging in came his way. Despite the attack, she hardly seemed worried. Rather instead, she was brushing her hair as she sat in the seat before her mirror. Dressed in a flattering, low cut gown as she glanced behind her at him and frowned. "Get up you fool. This was part of the plan." "But my lady! He is attacking all our people-" She raised a finger and he shut up instantly...The Lady had a cruel, sadistic streak and those under her had learned wisely to obey as she smiled. "-If he fights like one hundred and joins us after he eliminates one hundred, then we break even, no? Now send him in. By all means, help him to find me." Now the smile on her features could only be termed as radiant as she added, like a girl on her first date. "I can't wait to see him." Trembling, the Death Eater bowed and stepped outside...Silence...The sound of fighting appeared to have faded. Was it over? And he strained his ears in trying to hear...Before a hissing noise made him jump as he turned his head...And paled. For coming at him, was the largest, green snake he had ever seen. Its eyes intelligent and keen as it slithered closer, mouth opening- Before another hiss made it pause, as man and snake turned to regard the newcomer...And he shuddered. In the shadows, his features were obscured. His wand slowly twirling in dextrous fingers as two, glowing red eyes flashed in the dark... And stepping into the light, the face of Auror Tom Marvolo Riddle was seen as he spoke quietly. "Where. Is. She?" "......" He pointed wordlessly and watched as Riddle strode past him without a second look as he entered the room. And terrified as he was, he nevertheless overheard all. The overjoyed tones of her Ladyship and the taut, angry tones of Riddle. Tom! I was so hopeful you would come!" "...Why Bella? All this time? Were you laughing behind my back? Pretending to be my friend?" "I admit, that was my first impression, yes. But the more I worked with you, the more I came to admire your other traits. Your ruthlessness....Your impressive magecraft. The way you could terrify the scum we investigated together! It all inspired me so! I could not hold back any longer!" "And so you killed my family. My father. My mother. Is this "friendship" to you?" There was a scoff and then a dismissive tone, which even he could sense was not the right answer. "Muggle's." Who cares? They are not our kind nor were they your real family...You know your bloodline. The purity that flows through your veins. They were holding you back and so I removed them for you! Isn't that what friends do? Help each other?" And then in a tone, low and sensual she spoke. "Imagine what we could do together...I would worship the ground you walk on. I would do anything for you, slaughter millions if it made you pleased with me...All you have to do, is say...."Yes." Now the silence lingered...And cautiously, the Death Eater peeked into the room. Saw his ladyship, her arms wide open for an embrace to the Auror, who seemed to have been shocked into stillness...Were it not for the grip on his wand so tight that he drew blood. Sensing his conflict, she continued. "History will praise your name for centuries...You would be a Dark Lord that all will remember. Show me...Show me the Darkness that lies within your heart, my lord." ".....I...I-" The wand slowly, rose up to point at her, for the first time a flicker of doubt crossing her eyes as she saw the expression on his face. "-Am NOT like you! AVADA KEDAVERA!" And in a flash of green light, the Lady fell back dead. Thumping onto the ground as Riddle panted and when he turned around....The Death Eater shuddered once more. His Ladyship was wrong....Had he been like her, they would never have been equals. He would have become the Master, and he thanked all gods above and below that such was not in his time as he turned to run away, shifting into rat form as he scrabbled for the holes in the wall. As for Riddle, he remained where he was. Stiff and silent till the Aurors came for them.  O' Death The GM 6:16pm, October 18, 2015 [Edit] [Delete] It was a dark and stormy night. Rather cliche, but the weather rather appealed to him. It was a night for deeds dark and twisted, for nightmares to emerge and cross over into a world that blissfully stuck their fingers in their ears, pretending they didn't exist. But enough existential contemplation. He had work to do after all. His little helpers were everywhere, but some things required a personal touch as he drove his silver Cadillac out down the street. This was a bad neighborhood of New York City, one of its many slums where many struggled simply to make a living. Life flourishing, despite the worst of circumstances thrown. Some made it and escaped. For others, they were fated to an ignominious end, all with varying reactions to their circumstances, he was old enough that he'd seen them all at this point. And sometimes, he made an exception. He stepped out of his car, his cane aiding him as he strode through the rainy slums and moved off the rest of the way on foot. A pale, gaunt figure in black with sunken eyes that were old....The ancient majesty of stars and fire. One his right hand, a ring- His only jewelry gleamed dully as the storm roared and howled with the fury of nature unleashed. He turned down an alley and he knelt before the following, dispassionately examining the figure. A teenage girl, still in her sleeping clothes...What was left of them. Still warm, her wrists bearing the marks of her bounds and her ankles likewise. Her bruises stood out on her, like splashes of color on a canvas all violent and showcasing the nature of her struggles. He wasn't one to judge- It was not his place, he merely collected. But he could always make an exception. One hand stroked her cheek as he exhaled...The girl moaned and stirred as he rose to his feet and glanced to the side. As expected, a crow landed and as its cry echoed through the alleyway, it fixed its gaze upon the gaunt man, who merely stared back stoically as he turned and walked away back to his car. He had done what he could. The rest was up to her now. And he had a few more stops to go. My name is Death and the end is near....  Beneath the Bleeding Heart Mistress J 3:59am, May 09, 2017 [Edit] [Delete] The Bleeding Heart beats with the pulse of any number of nightclubs scattered about Queens, all flashing lights, overpriced drinks, grinding bodies and the pervasive scent of cologne and desperation. The night is young and the club swells with its own rhythm, bodies crowding the dance floor and nearly every available sitting space, dancing, laughing, drinking. You know something different though, see beneath the gaudy exterior to the iniquity just beneath the surface. Everyone in the Hidden World here knows the name of the Heart, famous for all the wrong reasons. You catch the eye of the bartender, a wiry spitfire with short hair, too little clothing, and a feral twitch hidden in the curve of her smile that belays her heritage. You've seen it before, that fierceness dormant in the posture of nearly every lycan. She leans forward over the bar and waves you over, and as you approach you see her grin widen into something more sinister, more predatory. "You new?" Perhaps she smells the scent of magic on you, knows you're more than just a mundane out for the night looking to get laid. You nod meekly. "VIP section's down the stairs, darlin'," she says, sliding her tongue lightly across her teeth as she points out the way. You'd rather not test her stare any further, so you skirt your way through the crowds towards the back room, a cordoned off hallway and a set of stairs down the only barrier between you and the heart of this empire. The atmosphere below is entirely different. The gaudy flashing lights and oversaturation of colors are the same, but twisted into something horrible and visceral. Three rings dominate the Bleeding Heart, flanked by bars and lounges on either side. Blood spills on the ground as the combatants within clash against each other - one wreathed in fire, the other in command of a whirlwind of blades. Above is a catwalk, lined with what must be box seats, the rings laid before an opulent office space walled off by a single, massive window. The crowd is chanting for blood. They're chanting for him. As you press in further you spot him, impossible to miss: an extravagant suit white as snow, top hat and flared coattails. He seems out-of-place yet right at home, moving midst the crowd with silken grace. Once he spots you he closes in, and in a heartbeat he's captured your hand in his, a congenial smile lighting his face. "Oh, I do so love seeing a new face in my little club~! How are you, my dear?" He needs little introduction. The man is known only as Mr. Heartland - a philanthropist to the mundane world, but here? Before you can answer him his arm slides across your shoulders - a friendly gesture but it weighs you down, and you realize it's anything but. "Now now, I know everything might be a little intimidating at first, but don't worry! We'll help you get adjusted to the way we run things down here~ I know what you're here for, and your good buddy Mr. Heartland can help you get it!" He pulls from his pocket and holds before you what you came all this way for: a pea-sized violet crystal. It catches the lights of the club like a dazzling jewel as Heartland takes your wrist. You're surprised and caught off-guard but it seems harmless enough, the way his fingers dance lightly across the tendons just below the surface. He presses it to your skin and you see the way it starts to disappear, as if sinking beneath the calm waters of a lake. It feels strange. "Just relax my dear, the first one's free." His voice is in your ear as your vision starts to blur, the drug creeping its way into your thoughts. Heartland pushes the shard the rest of the way into your skin and you can think of nothing else; there is only him and his empire. You know once the effects wear off you'll be thirsty for more, but for the time being you're happy. You're content. You're home. "Welcome to the family~" Index | New Thread | Reply | Close | Stick | Delete