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The two boys sat huddled together, rags drapped across their thin frames. Deep green eyes peered out from sunken in cheeks. Black hair hid hungered expressions. With each passing day they grew hungrier. With each passing human, they were reminded of their weakness. Their inability to hunt out even a child to quench their unquenchable huner. At this rate, they would fade, and there would be no more of the twin demons Loran and Astor. "Loran?" one of them gently whispered, his green eyes searching to meet those of his twin. A low grumble was the only response he recieved, and the only one he needed "when will we eat again" Loran looked to hi

Angels and Demons part 11 But it seems poor Arthur Kirkland can never properly earn himself a break. Afterwards, he and Matthew headed back towards one of the temporary houses for medical staff to rest in after working all nighters. They had gotten barely three hours of sleep before The hospital staff were back to banging on their door, in desperate need of Matthew's assistance since he was head of medicine and it seemed someone had been injured. Out of the pure respect for his friend for putting up with this mess, Arthur joined him to help in any way he could. The sleepy daze they'd been in had immediately cleared when they arrived at t

Angels and Demons Part 10 Silence consumed them. All was quiet, except for their rapid heartbeats and nervous breathing. Hot air exhaled itself on to Arthur's neck and he couldn't hold back a shiver. Tears of fear prickled at his eyes, which did not go unnoticed by the demon behind him. "Aw... is little Artie afraid?" He sneered, and leaned in closer "he should be" Too terrified to move, he replied quietly "why are you here Alfred?" His terrifyingly quiet laugh sent more hot air to the back of his neck, resulting in more shivers "darling if you'd ever been to hell, you would see why I'm here now" "Well you've visited, you've seen, you'

Beyond help part 3 A small worn photo of Matthew floated to the ground, joined by several pages of personal information. Francis simply stared, and stared. His blue eyes widened to incredulous amounts. Matthew, the boy he cared for at school, the student most loathed by others, the orphan hated by his husband and son. how could this be? ~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~>~ years ago Arthur stared incredulously at his sister. There was no possible way what she was saying was true. "y-your pregnant?" His voice barely came above a shocked whisper "yes, please Arthur you have to understand, I didn't mean for this to happen. It