Abnormal Me
Hey! Sorry I haven't been on in a while. Oops :)
Anyways, from the positive responses I got, I suppose it's safe to say that this story is good enough. (BTW the very first part was made before Quibblo changed, so it is a personality quiz. Sorry for the inconvenience.)
Name: Sariah Rosalind Jones
Age: 17
Hair color: Dark Golden, in the sun it shines as a Gold or Copper color.
Eye color: Change between Blue, Green, and Gray
Body: Tall, skinny.
Skin color: Pale, translucent quality
Marissa and Yulia led me over to the body.
To my dismay, the victim was a faerie. Her bright green hair reflected the sun and her pale blue skin was dry from being away from the sea for so long. Her toes and fingers were webbed, and her skin had areas of occasional scales. The scales were iridescent, and shone in the sun. She was gorgeous, with eyes as green as seaweed, and pouty, red lips.
Her only fault wasn't what had killed her: a large slash across her stomach. The blue muscle and tissue was also dry, being away from water for so long seemed to have terrible side-effects on her body. I could see dark marks of blood across her wound and around it.
She was a water nymph. Those were a dying breed, other than the occasional murder, they were pretty okay.
I was upset over her death, but had to force myself to not be so sentimental, many beautiful things die every day. She just happened to be one of them today.
I closed my eyes tightly and then opened them again.
This time I saw the evidence. It was a spell that I always did, it made work considerably easier, and I noticed several relevant pieces of evidence. Such as the tissue she had under her claw-like nails and the hair of her attacker that was left behind on her body. I saw a blood trail leading away from the body, her blue blood must've blended into the sand. I stood up and started to follow it, but not before asking Yulia to stay behind and gather the tissue under her nails.
Marissa followed me as I walked.
The blood-trail lead to a dumpster. I smirked, what a creativity-barren murderer. I focused on the blood and summoned it to me. A dagger, with an ornate hilt made from gold encrusted with rubies and emeralds floated over to me. I took an evidence bag out of my kit and bagged the dagger. (I was wearing gloves, but I still made the dagger float into the bag. There was no way I was touching something that had been in a dumpster.) The actual blade of the dagger was covered in a crusty blue substance, obviously the water nymph's blood.
Then Marissa and I walked back to the body.
Yulia had just finished gathering the tissue. Then I leaned and gathered the hair that was on the nymph's body.
~Some boring CSI stuff later~
I walked back to my car tiredly. Marissa had woken me up only an hour and a half after I had fallen asleep. (I was too busy before) I couldn't sleep on the airplane ride. (There was turbulence the whole damn time!) And once I landed I drank a tall cup of coffee to wake me up.
I just wanted to get to my hotel and then sleep.
Which is exactly what I did. And I slept for around six hours before something woke me up.
I opened my eyes drearily, and almost immediately felt the presence of another magical being.
I felt under my pillow for my .45. My hand closed over the handle, and in one fluid motion I flipped over from my stomach, sat up straight, turned off the safety, and trained the gun on the figure sitting in the armchair in the corner.
I have to say, even then I didn't want to kill him.
He was so hot! Black angel wings were spread out behind him, and his eyes were a startling red. His dark, curly hair was of a somewhat long quality. His skin was deathly pale.
His clothes were even more surprising.
The suit he was wearing looked custom-made, it was the same deep black of his wings, and the stark contrast of the crisp, white shirt against the suit came as a shock. The top button (tortoise shell) was undone, and his position stretched the suit against the front of his body, the second button looked very taunt.
I could feel an attraction between us, although I didn't understand what was so hot about my pajamas. Then I remembered, the shirt was low-cut, silk, and trimmed with lace. I felt a blush creeping onto my face.
"Aw, you're blushing, I presume a result of your pajamas, no?" He smirked.
I almost recognized the smartassiness.
Then I realized why this guy was so familiar.
My hands went numb, and I just managed to turn the safety back on before the gun slipped between my fingers and landed on the silk of the bedsheets.
"Johnathan..." I whispered.
My heart swelled with pain. I couldn't believe he was back.
To my dismay, the victim was a faerie. Her bright green hair reflected the sun and her pale blue skin was dry from being away from the sea for so long. Her toes and fingers were webbed, and her skin had areas of occasional scales. The scales were iridescent, and shone in the sun. She was gorgeous, with eyes as green as seaweed, and pouty, red lips.
Her only fault wasn't what had killed her: a large slash across her stomach. The blue muscle and tissue was also dry, being away from water for so long seemed to have terrible side-effects on her body. I could see dark marks of blood across her wound and around it.
She was a water nymph. Those were a dying breed, other than the occasional murder, they were pretty okay.
I was upset over her death, but had to force myself to not be so sentimental, many beautiful things die every day. She just happened to be one of them today.
I closed my eyes tightly and then opened them again.
This time I saw the evidence. It was a spell that I always did, it made work considerably easier, and I noticed several relevant pieces of evidence. Such as the tissue she had under her claw-like nails and the hair of her attacker that was left behind on her body. I saw a blood trail leading away from the body, her blue blood must've blended into the sand. I stood up and started to follow it, but not before asking Yulia to stay behind and gather the tissue under her nails.
Marissa followed me as I walked.
The blood-trail lead to a dumpster. I smirked, what a creativity-barren murderer. I focused on the blood and summoned it to me. A dagger, with an ornate hilt made from gold encrusted with rubies and emeralds floated over to me. I took an evidence bag out of my kit and bagged the dagger. (I was wearing gloves, but I still made the dagger float into the bag. There was no way I was touching something that had been in a dumpster.) The actual blade of the dagger was covered in a crusty blue substance, obviously the water nymph's blood.
Then Marissa and I walked back to the body.
Yulia had just finished gathering the tissue. Then I leaned and gathered the hair that was on the nymph's body.
~Some boring CSI stuff later~
I walked back to my car tiredly. Marissa had woken me up only an hour and a half after I had fallen asleep. (I was too busy before) I couldn't sleep on the airplane ride. (There was turbulence the whole damn time!) And once I landed I drank a tall cup of coffee to wake me up.
I just wanted to get to my hotel and then sleep.
Which is exactly what I did. And I slept for around six hours before something woke me up.
I opened my eyes drearily, and almost immediately felt the presence of another magical being.
I felt under my pillow for my .45. My hand closed over the handle, and in one fluid motion I flipped over from my stomach, sat up straight, turned off the safety, and trained the gun on the figure sitting in the armchair in the corner.
I have to say, even then I didn't want to kill him.
He was so hot! Black angel wings were spread out behind him, and his eyes were a startling red. His dark, curly hair was of a somewhat long quality. His skin was deathly pale.
His clothes were even more surprising.
The suit he was wearing looked custom-made, it was the same deep black of his wings, and the stark contrast of the crisp, white shirt against the suit came as a shock. The top button (tortoise shell) was undone, and his position stretched the suit against the front of his body, the second button looked very taunt.
I could feel an attraction between us, although I didn't understand what was so hot about my pajamas. Then I remembered, the shirt was low-cut, silk, and trimmed with lace. I felt a blush creeping onto my face.
"Aw, you're blushing, I presume a result of your pajamas, no?" He smirked.
I almost recognized the smartassiness.
Then I realized why this guy was so familiar.
My hands went numb, and I just managed to turn the safety back on before the gun slipped between my fingers and landed on the silk of the bedsheets.
"Johnathan..." I whispered.
My heart swelled with pain. I couldn't believe he was back.
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