One-Shots

"No!" I screamed as the shadow demon stabbed Eve with his trident-like weapon.

Her body crumpled to the ground and blood started to pour from her wound. How could that thing do that to her? My sister was the only thing I had left, and it just took it away from me because Eve wanted to save me. I wanted to kill it. Eve had taken me in when I was in need of help. She had adopted me in a way. Now all my family was gone.

I charged at the thing, not caring if I were to die. At least that way I could be with Eve again. But, before I could reach it, it disappeared into a wisp of black smoke.

I fell to the ground and wept over her body. She looked so peaceful and delicate laying on the dirt ground. I would have thought she was just sleeping if it weren't for the massive stab wound in her stomach. Her black hair was splayed out around her and her mask sat perfectly on her face.

I don't know for how long I stayed there, but after a while I heard the clinking sound of boots hitting the rocky soil. The person had to have been at least half of a mile away. I didn't want them to see me. I had heard from Eve that there was a group of rebels called the Wild Ones, who were supposedly similar to us. She even sided with a few times, and on those times she made me stay far away.

What would they do if they found me? I was a freak with powers that Eve couldn't even explain to me. I could hear things from long distances, I could set things on fire, I could move faster than the average person if I wanted to, and I could even grow food from out of the ground, which often came in handy if Eve and I couldn't find an animal or any vegetation. Plus, my eyes weren't normal at all. They would change depending on whatever mood I was in.

I snapped myself out of my thoughts as I heard the person coming nearer. I whipped my head around, hoping to see something to hide behind. Sure enough, twenty feet away was a large boulder. I ran and hid behind it, only peaking out over it every thirty seconds to see if the stranger was here.

After a minute of waiting, I saw a tall man in leather clothing bend over and pick Eve up in his arms. I wanted to scream out for him not to touch her, but that would give away my position. He started walking away, and in my mind I made a split-second decision to follow him.

I made sure to keep at least a forty-foot distance from him. I was stealthy enough to not make a sound loud enough for him to hear. I followed him for at least an hour before I saw a camp. The strange man walked into the camp and set Eve down on the ground. Dozens of people came up to the man and Eve. I heard the chorus of gasps come from them and I turned away. I didn't want to see what they would do to her.

I hid behind a worn-out fence for what seemed like an hour. I had peaked back into the camp a few minutes earlier to find that Eve was gone. They either buried her or set her on fire.

I got up and turned to walk away from this place. I didn't know where I was supposed to go, but I just knew I had to get away from here.

I walked maybe two steps before crashing into the hard body of someone. I looked up to see the most beautiful man I had ever seen. His eyes were a warm, dark brown, his black hair was long and straight, but the most interesting thing about him was the 'Outlaw' tattoo he had on his toned torso.

"I'm Ashley Purdy," the man greeted.

"Uh...I'm Nyx Crymsyn," I responded, shyly.

"I saw you earlier following Andy. What was that about?" he asked.

"Eve...she was...she was my sister. I saw her get murdered," I whispered.

Ashley enveloped me in a hug as I cried onto his shoulder.

"Let me take you back into my tent so we can talk," Ashley offered.

I nodded my head and let Ashley lead me to his living quarters.

His tent was pretty spacious. There was a large, worn-down mattress with a few blankets and weapons of all sorts in the corner.

"You can sit if you want," Ashley said kindly.

I blushed and sat down on the bed. To think, Ashley slept here, quite possibly naked. Whoa, Nyx, get those thoughts out of your head. He's just trying to help. He does not like you.

"How did Eve get killed?" Ashley asked after a moment of silence.

"I had stolen a star pendant from one of the shadow demons. I was stupid and thought I could get away with it. The thing chased me, and right when I thought I was dead, Eve ran over to me, took the pendant and started running. The thing caught up with her and it....it stabbed her," I sobbed, "It was all my fault."

"Shh. It wasn't all your fault. You didn't kill her, the shadow demon did. Your sister loved you, and I highly doubt she would want you to blame this on yourself," Ashley said.

"But I was the one that got the shadow demon pissed in the first place. I-"

I was going to finish my sentence, but Ashley pressed his lips to mine. Before I could even kiss him back, he pulled away. I looked at him dumbstruck.

"You are too young, beautiful, and special to blame this on yourself. I may not have known you for long, but I know that I can't stand to see you hurt," Ashley said as he cupped my face in his hand.

He leaned in and kissed me again, but this time it was more passionate. I fell back onto the bed and let Ashley climb over me. He licked my lip and I compliantly open my mouth. Our tongues twisted and turned in each other's mouths. I gently bit his tongue and he moaned, causing me to smirk.

His hands played with the waistband of my tattered shorts and I whimpered in need as he began to grind against me. I slid his leather vest off of him and rid myself of my tank top. His lips migrated down from my lips to my breasts. He started sucking on one and massaging my other breast with his hand. I let out quiet moans as I felt my nipples harden.

Then, with his free hand he began to rub me through my shorts. I bucked my hips, showing him I needed him desperately in that moment. He understood the message and got up just long enough for him to get out of his leather pants and boxers. I smiled at the naked man before me. He was pure perfection.

He leaned over me and slowly slid my shorts and underwear off of me. He kissed me gently on the lips and tucked a loose strand of black hair behind my hair.

"Your eyes...they're pink. They're beautiful," he smiled.

I blushed a deep red. My eyes were never pink. They turned red when I was mad, blue when sad, brown when calm, but pink.... It couldn't mean I was in love, that would be totally absurd.

"Do really want to do this?" he asked me.

"Yes," I whispered.

He slowly thrust himself into me and I groaned. He thrust into me a few more times before finding his pace. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and dug my fingernails into his back as I moaned.

"Ashley...I think I'm close," I said as I felt something build in my stomach.

"Me too, Nyx."

He picked up his speed and I moaned wildly as my climax hit. Ashley came into me a few moments later. He rolled off of me and pulled me into his sweaty chest.

"Thank you Ashley. I really needed that," I told him.

"I love you, Nyx. I would do anything for you," Ashley whispered as he kissed the top of my head.

I fell asleep in his arms thinking that I just might be able to make a new family here.

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