Heheh.. School's been sucky but what else can you expect? But anyway,
decided to post this. It's my English homework that I just got back. Got a
100 of course and he said it had "A very interesting subject matter." It's
the ending, in my opinion, that makes the fic. The beginning was written
for the assignment. "Write a story using the vocabulary words so I know you
understand them." And well.. I hate my teacher so I wanted to see if I
could shock him. I'm not sure at the moment if I had. I guess I'll have to
keep working at it.
All my love and thanks to the people that read Differences. This is slash
of course but only lightly and you can't tell except the fact that I had
guys in my head when I was writing this. Told in 1st person.
Vocabulary Story by Aloh Dark
Vincent may not have been the most normal of guys around. He takes pleasure
in gibing the football team until they pummel him. He loved getting slapped
by girls because of his lewd comments. He lived to have people gape at him
until his until his insults sunk in and they snapped their mouths shut with
anger. It's not that he's sadistic, well not that much, it's just that he's
a masochist. He loves being hurt by those people and it was his sadistic
quirk that helped him get his fix.
And, strangely enough, that's why I admire him. He's got enough fortitude
mixed in with the stupidity of his actions to capture my admiration. And
after spending a few months of watching him from the sidelines, I augmented
my determination to talk to him. He's become my favorite near obsession.
I schemed for a few weeks over exactly how to approach him. I used
ambidextrous abilities I'd never know I had before and devised the perfect
plan. On Friday Morning I deployed the first stage. When Kaylee Smith, the
OB's new girlfriend and cheerleader, opened her locker second period she
just so happened to find a leaking hydro-bra dripping cream colored gel all
over her boyfriends jersey. The jersey she was supposed to be wearing. A
note was pinned to the strap saying "Spring a leak? Wait, that's natural."
She, as predicted, pointed the finger at Vincent.
Over the next few weeks I bereft the cheerleaders and football players of
assorted items and adulterated their drinks and snacks for practice. I made
sure that Vincent, and only Vincent, knew I was the one doing everything.
Not once did he rat me out, even though the finger was always pointed at
him. When he saw me in the hall ways he'd raise an eyebrow in silent
question of if he'd be called down to the office or not that day.
He'd even dropped his guise of being a dour when he was leaving the office
on another false accusation. He smiled and winked at me while mouthing
'nice one' before walking on.
That was yesterday and today I had to stay late. To my delight I found
Vincent leaning against my lockers. Right now I'm walking towards him and
he's gazing at me impassively. I wonder what he's going to do now. "Hello."
I said when he took a step back so I could open my locker.
"You've gotten me into quite a bit of trouble lately." He said
conversationally. "The football team is assaulting any one that even
remotely resembles me. And the school thinks the cheerleaders are all
spoiled, whining, bitches. I don't know if I should compliment you or
I shrugged. "Doesn't matter to me what you do. I just wanted to get your
attention." I admitted truthfully.
"And why would you want that?" He asked curiously.
I closed my locker and turned to face him. "Because I want to hurt you."
He looked taken aback. "You what?"
I shot my hand out and grabbed a fist full of his hair and yanked his head
down to my level. I was two inches or so shorter. He gasped in pain and his
eyes widened. He didn't look frightened, just shocked. Shocked that I'd do
such a thing so boldly.
"I said, I want to hurt you." I pulled him closer. His eyes bored into
mine. My voice dropped to a husky whisper. "I want to humiliate you and
make you beg. I want to see you make this face." I snapped his head back
harshly. His face constricted into an odd visage of pleasure-pain and he
licked his lips. "And I want to be the one to do it all."
"Never would have pinned you for a sadist." Vincent said but sounded happy
about it. His eyes shone with possibilities.
"You should always watch out for us shy, quiet, smart types. You never know
when one of us will bite." I punctuate this by biting his ear harsh enough
to pierce skin. I licked away the forming droplet of blood from the wound
I'd made. He purred deep in his throat. I let go of his hair and shoved his
to the ground.
I gave him a feral grin. "Until we meet again." I said with a slight bow
before turning on heal and leaving him there, laying on the floor. Judging
by the look on Vincent's face my life was about to become a whole lot more
fun. But for now, I have a half dozen spoiled eggs to break in the girls
locker room. So, if you'll excuse me please, I'll be getting to that.