Be Mine (1)

She is a few thousand years old. Hes just a teen. Shes a demon. Hes your local emo kid. How could this possibly end badly? WARNING! I do NOT hold back while writing a romance or horror unless i WANT to. Whatever you see here is purely from my dark, evil little mind. I WILL NOT apologize, nor will i care if you're offended by my story. You have been warned.

xXEmo_KingXx published on March 28, 2017completed

Him

Anthony was dying on the inside.

Why couldnt the day end already? Besides, he didnt care for fractions of integers or any of that bullcrap. He knew this, so he was playing on his phone until Anna sat next to him and handed him a note.
"Hm?" He inquired, picking the note up and reading it.

Aren't i pretty?
0 Yes
0 No

He glanced at her, and say her glancing back at him and slightly smiling.

He checked no, then handed the note to her. He didnt want to worry about a girl. Besides, he didnt want to date anyone. Not after.... Chelsea.

She froze, then started shaking and laughing.
"Uh... Are yo-" he tried to say before she tackled him, pinning him to the ground. "I'm pretty! And you ARE going to date me. Like it or not!" She hissed in his ear, gently, oh so gently carressing his cheek.
He gulped. This was NOT what he expected her to do. Slap him, maybe. Cry, definately. But this? This was crazy!

"Look, i'm just not the dating type. I-"
She kissed him, full on, instantly shutting him up. "Date me. Please." She begged, pouting cutely.
He cringed, then said, "Get. Off. No means no."

She froze again, then sat in his lap. Everyone was leaving for lunch, and they were the only ones in the room.
"But... i just..."
He shook his head, sitting up. "Anna, you seem like a nice girl. You really do, it-"
"Then date me!" She said, looking directly into his eyes.
"I cant. Im focusing on school." He said, getting up and stepping out of the door.

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"God damn it..." she whispered, seeing him walk out of the door. She needed him. Not because she wanted him: no no, not at all. She literaly needed himin order to get back into heaven. Otherwise, she'd...
"No." She stated defiantly, standing up and clenching her fists. "I need him. He can set me free from my hell." She looked down, and there was his pocket knife. She flicked it open, staring at the shiny, silver, serrated blade.
Something in her eyes flickered. She felt... angry. Really, really, really angry. And by god, it felt... amazing.
"He's gonna be mine, like it or not!" She said, pocketing the knife and walking toward the cafeteria.

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