"Blade?" His voice was stuck in his throat. Before him stood the girl he loved. She stared; her red orbs beyond vibrant, as her platinum hair drapped just below her shoulders, obviously grown out since he last saw her.
Since he last saw her?
The last time he saw her: She had blood-sucking fangs in place of canines.
The last time he saw her: She breathed the last ounce of air in her lungs to tell him,""I Любовь you.."
The last time he saw her: She died, and from then on, the only thing that was left of her was the harsh guilt sitting in his heart.
But now? Now she was in front of him, arms around his neck, face buried in his shoulder. This was a dream. A spell Becca conjured up to get back at him for some reason или another.
That was it. "A spell" he told himself. Oh, he was, definitely, going to get back at the black haired witch for doing something so...cruel.
The thing was, could Becca stoop this low? Toying with his emotions? He didn't even think Serpta, Bec's sister, could pull a stunt as vile as this.
"Terror?" A voice snapped him from his dark thoughts, and he blinked, feeling tears threaten to fall. This was wrong... all wrong. Quickly, he broke from the hug and swallowed the razor blade caught in his throat, thinking over his response.
"You were dead..." he muttered, correcting the "were" with "are". Terror didn't allow her opened mouth to confess another word as he continued,"I saw Ты die, Blade..."
Again, he swallowed razors, and at that moment: Fear crept into him.
Fear.
The emotion he could give или take away, being the demon he was.
Blade's eyes widened as confusion etched itself in every detail of her face,"Terror, what're Ты talking about?"
The new sensation of fear was extinguished and replaced with anger,"Do Ты think this is funny?"
"Wha- No!"
"Blade, I saw Ты in that glass box! I watched Ты fall to the floor!! I witnessed the light from your eyes fade. It has been six months, two of which I spent looking for you, the other four I have sat here, hollow. Now Ты just Показать up out of no where. If this is some kind of sick joke, cut it out, now!"
"Oh, Terror..." her hand rested on his chest and she went on," It's me, I swear. I never died. I've been the whole time. Ты were gone for six months and never told me why."
That was only half true. After that day, four months ago, he went away, only speaking briefly with Dylan, Cat, Becca, and the others. A heavy weight had taken over his heart, and though he killed every vampire he laid eyes on... nothing filled the void. But he never stopped: for her, so the fact she accused him of being gone made his anger ample. Terror kept the boiling temper underneath him as he spoke,"Proof..."
"What?"
"I want proof you're real; that Ты aren't an illusion."
Courageously, the girl held up her hand; Показ off the silver ring wrapped around her finger. A bright cluster of rubies decorated the band while she slowly turned it.
His blue eyes kept stern and he muttered,"I need еще proof.. anyone can just make a ring."
The blonde girl nodded as she bit down on her lip, thinking up a good price of proof to Показать she was real.
Then it hit her,"Okay.. come here.."
Terror leaned вперед and Blade let her lips meet his neck, softly, before whispering his, real, name. The secret diminished as she pulled away, the faint smile on her face reflecting his.
"So you're real..?" Leaning вперед her scooped her up and hugged her, squeezing any words she planned to let escape be caged back in. "Blade, you'll never be hurt again.. no one will ever hurt you.."
"Ever...?" Her voice was coated with innocence,
"Never ever, I promise.." Terror's fingers curled into Blade's gentle hair, inhaling every aroma she possessed an taking every note of every aspect of her face and body, but still something stood out.
She was missing something ,though.
Something he couldn't finger on it.
Since he last saw her?
The last time he saw her: She had blood-sucking fangs in place of canines.
The last time he saw her: She breathed the last ounce of air in her lungs to tell him,""I Любовь you.."
The last time he saw her: She died, and from then on, the only thing that was left of her was the harsh guilt sitting in his heart.
But now? Now she was in front of him, arms around his neck, face buried in his shoulder. This was a dream. A spell Becca conjured up to get back at him for some reason или another.
That was it. "A spell" he told himself. Oh, he was, definitely, going to get back at the black haired witch for doing something so...cruel.
The thing was, could Becca stoop this low? Toying with his emotions? He didn't even think Serpta, Bec's sister, could pull a stunt as vile as this.
"Terror?" A voice snapped him from his dark thoughts, and he blinked, feeling tears threaten to fall. This was wrong... all wrong. Quickly, he broke from the hug and swallowed the razor blade caught in his throat, thinking over his response.
"You were dead..." he muttered, correcting the "were" with "are". Terror didn't allow her opened mouth to confess another word as he continued,"I saw Ты die, Blade..."
Again, he swallowed razors, and at that moment: Fear crept into him.
Fear.
The emotion he could give или take away, being the demon he was.
Blade's eyes widened as confusion etched itself in every detail of her face,"Terror, what're Ты talking about?"
The new sensation of fear was extinguished and replaced with anger,"Do Ты think this is funny?"
"Wha- No!"
"Blade, I saw Ты in that glass box! I watched Ты fall to the floor!! I witnessed the light from your eyes fade. It has been six months, two of which I spent looking for you, the other four I have sat here, hollow. Now Ты just Показать up out of no where. If this is some kind of sick joke, cut it out, now!"
"Oh, Terror..." her hand rested on his chest and she went on," It's me, I swear. I never died. I've been the whole time. Ты were gone for six months and never told me why."
That was only half true. After that day, four months ago, he went away, only speaking briefly with Dylan, Cat, Becca, and the others. A heavy weight had taken over his heart, and though he killed every vampire he laid eyes on... nothing filled the void. But he never stopped: for her, so the fact she accused him of being gone made his anger ample. Terror kept the boiling temper underneath him as he spoke,"Proof..."
"What?"
"I want proof you're real; that Ты aren't an illusion."
Courageously, the girl held up her hand; Показ off the silver ring wrapped around her finger. A bright cluster of rubies decorated the band while she slowly turned it.
His blue eyes kept stern and he muttered,"I need еще proof.. anyone can just make a ring."
The blonde girl nodded as she bit down on her lip, thinking up a good price of proof to Показать she was real.
Then it hit her,"Okay.. come here.."
Terror leaned вперед and Blade let her lips meet his neck, softly, before whispering his, real, name. The secret diminished as she pulled away, the faint smile on her face reflecting his.
"So you're real..?" Leaning вперед her scooped her up and hugged her, squeezing any words she planned to let escape be caged back in. "Blade, you'll never be hurt again.. no one will ever hurt you.."
"Ever...?" Her voice was coated with innocence,
"Never ever, I promise.." Terror's fingers curled into Blade's gentle hair, inhaling every aroma she possessed an taking every note of every aspect of her face and body, but still something stood out.
She was missing something ,though.
Something he couldn't finger on it.
Lyla.
Height: 6'7
Weight: 120 pounds
Eyes: Blue или Green, depends on how the light falls on her eyes.
Hair: Blonde. And short(picture above).
Weapons: Pistol, hidden dagger.
History: Raised by the joker and abandoned by
parents. Joker taught her evil, but she realized it was wrong and refused to continue. She still keeps close with him and visits him in jail. She joined the team and loved it. She had a demon haunting her and everyone got fed up. She walked away from it all before it went any futher. She had taken the path of evil. Her hair turned black and her eyes turned red from the demon that consumed her. She is still amazed no body hates her for the Demon.....
Powers: Teleportation, Flight(Wings), levetation, transformaition(Humans and animals.)
Skills: Good with guns. Sniper training.
Civies: Whatever she wants baby!
'Stume: PICTURE TIME!
TADA!
Gender: female
Species: Tiger
Relationship to team: Harleys pet
Powers:
Super strength, change color from white to orange, Sonic roar, can grow to extreme sizes. agile, all the Tiger like abilities.mental link with Harley within a 5 mile radius.
Note: Doesn't like men. likes other cat girls,and will like guys with Cat DNA , doesn't like Skylar, или any other canine/meta human
Bio:
Harley found the large cat while on a mission in India, where she found it being tortured by men, and receiving experimental drugs to enhance its molecular structure's. Harley saved her, and by accidently touching her while unhooking her, they gained a mental/ telepathic link.
Alias: Rush
Status: Ally
Relationship to team: Wolf's brother
Powers: Shift into human and волк form. Hand to hand combat, superspeed in волк form, faster than an average human in human form but not superspeed. Stronger than an average волк and human.
Bio:
After волк left with YJ, he left behind a twin brother, Who was captured by the gorilla Mallah. Mallah hooked him up to a machine that would read his thoughts. While being hooked to that, a power surge occurred, and the волк used this time to escape. But due to the power surge, Rush got the ability to switch from волк form to a human body. And gained super speed in his волк form. As a human he learned English, and hand to hand combat. He traveled until he finally reunited with волк at YJ.